"A great honor lies before you, Overlord Saurfang."
Thrall stared at this strong orc veteran, and saw the cunning hidden in his seemingly honest face.
Orcs who only know how to use strength and rage are destined to fail to become heroes. Cunning and insidiousness are the key to becoming an orc warrior. Thrall calls this fighting with the brain.
"We need to unify the Warsong clan and put all the orcs under my wise leadership. Grom Hellscream is obviously unwilling to submit to others. King Saurfang, this honor should belong to you."
In the struggle for power, the orcs attach great importance to seniority. No matter how famous Thrall is and how powerful he is, he is still a junior. It is difficult to be on an equal footing with a veteran chief like Grom, let alone to be above him.
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In fact, in the orc tradition, it is difficult for a younger generation to replace an older generation unless he is killed, just like Kilrogg Deadeye. Even if his father is already too old, he has to kill his father in order to legitimately inherit the chieftainship.
position.
More often than not, this can be regarded as a test to inherit the position of chief, a bloody inheritance ceremony.
"Are you going to kill Hellscream?" Saurfang said with a simple smile, but there was a trace of sinisterness flashing through:
"I have long disliked this old orc. He is too stubborn. He will only follow tradition. The orcs under his leadership have no future. We need to use the power of the Legion to let the raging evil energy burn the entire world."
"Saurfang, please remember that killing is only the last resort." Saar showed a seemingly benevolent smile: "Killing has made me grow a lot. The fear of death is too monotonous, and living people will easily forget it.
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Thrall thought of Jaina, the Dalaran mage who was as well-behaved as a kitten, adding a lot of confusing colors to Thrall's career, which made Thrall understand the deeper meaning of fear.
As he continues to grow, he has gradually abandoned the orc killing tradition.
"I want Grom Hellscream to endure a despair more terrifying than death, let him crawl in front of me like a dog, willing to lick my toes in order to survive, and let the living Hellscream shock all the orcs. Haha, Hellscream
, a very good old dog, for the glory and belief of the orcs, King Saurfang, you know what to do."
King Saurfang clearly felt the icy chill.
He knew very well the tradition of the orcs, and the struggle to reach the pinnacle of power was always full of blood and killing, but even the most cruel orcs would retain the enemy's reputation and dignity while trampling on their enemies' lives.
How cruel and ruthless it would be to shatter the dignity of a great orc warrior.
"No, this honor is too heavy. I'm afraid I can't bear it."
In the face of Thrall's aggressive momentum, even Saurfang, who was brave and fearless and known for his cunning, felt waves of fear, and was shaken and doubtful in his heart.
"Haha." Sal grinned and said gloomily:
"Saurfang, you are not the only choice. If you don't want a tragic fate to happen to you, you'd better accept this honor obediently. I will bring a new order to the orcs, and you are the witness of this order.
My disciple, don’t let me down, Saurfang. I heard that you have a son living in Nagrand in the Outlands.”
"No!"
Saurfang was petrified and threatened the other party with his family. There was no honor for the orcs. In the orc tradition, this was the most despicable and despicable act. Perhaps such an orc leader with no bottom line could only
Leading the orcs to a glorious future, Saurfang could only comfort himself in this way.
"Willing to serve the great Savior."
Saurfang knelt down at Thrall's feet.
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boom!
Arthas' warhammer smashed into the chest of the orc veteran.
With the final fatal blow, the bloody orc veteran fell into a pool of blood.
This was the third orc veteran that Arthas had defeated, and they were all in peak condition. Even without using the Holy Light, Arthas did not feel the slightest fatigue. The continuous battles made him feel excited from the bottom of his bones.
A good instructor can help recruits avoid a lot of detours. After clearly recognizing the weaknesses of the orcs and mastering complete and systematic combat skills against the orcs, all that is left is hard training to make them proficient.
Alsace's persistence made him never be stingy with his sweat.
Flexible footsteps, careful observation of opponents, annoy the orcs with various provocations and small actions, forcing them into a violent state. After a short period of violence, the orcs will inevitably enter a period of fatigue, and then there will be rhythmic fighting, leaving their physical strength unable to recover
, delivering a fatal blow when the orc is most tired.
This technique is very useful in single combat or small-scale combat, but has limited use on large-scale battlefields, so humans must try their best to avoid direct combat with orcs.
Robbie was carefully observing the growth of Alsace. The brutal killing made His Royal Highness excited, but he did not lose his mind and still maintained a clear head. This is the most terrifying enemy and the most reliable ally.
The fighting skills against the orcs, which were exchanged for the lives of the living soldiers, were also imprinted in Robbie's mind. He felt that he had mastered more things than Arthas, but he couldn't tell what it was.
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Baron Rivendell was very satisfied with Arthas' performance. He was worthy of being chosen by fate. His fighting instincts grew so fast that no recruit could match it.
A new recruit needs to undergo three months to half a year of training before he can be evenly matched with an orc in a one-on-one battle, but Arthas only needed three days to defeat three orc veterans in a row.
This is talent.
Baron Rivendell secretly rejoiced that Uther almost destroyed a good seedling.
"Your Highness the Brave and Fearless Prince." Baron Rivendell did not hesitate to praise the prince: "It seems that the warhammer is the most suitable weapon for you. You need a weapon commensurate with your status and strength."
Two soldiers carried a heavy war hammer.
This is a golden and silver-white war hammer, with a heavy and solid feeling.
"The Revenge of the Holy Light." Baron Rivendell said solemnly with a solemn expression: "King Terenas probably expected this day. He gave this weapon to me a long time ago and hoped that I would pass it on to you.
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"Child, raise your war hammer, the glory of Lordaeron will always shine on you."
Arthas raised the war hammer with one hand, the holy light flowed, and the bright light illuminated the entire fortress.
Baron Rivendell showed a delighted smile, and he let out a long breath of the turbid air hidden deep in his heart.
"There is finally hope for Lordaeron."
Returning to the camp, Arthas looked at his weapons with a haggard expression.
"Robbie, do you know why I can grow up so fast?" His eyes were blood red and his voice was hoarse:
"Soldiers killed by orcs in this land gathered around me. They kept demonstrating to me the experience of being killed by orcs. They were showing me the fighting skills of orcs. They were teaching me the skills they gained with their lives.
Valuable experience. The dark twilight envelopes this miserable country. I will make all the murderers pay the price with blood. I will let them live in trouble and regret forever, I swear." (To be continued)