Thrall stood on the hillside, looking at the black fortress in the distance that looked like a terrifying beast, as well as the nearby residences and large fields of crops.
"This is the Black Mist Fortress? It doesn't look like much. The Durnholde Castle where I was imprisoned was much more majestic than this fortress. Didn't it also allow me to escape? Even Blackmore was killed by me. It's powerful.
Is it because of this small fortress that the Warsong Clan has been stuck in the Black Mist Wilderness for ten years, unable to move?"
Thrall laughed loudly. It was a great honor for Thrall to kill the human who raised this body with his own hands.
Saurfang followed Thrall, carefully keeping his distance, and said respectfully:
"How can a mere Grom Hellscream compare to the glory of the great savior?"
Well said.
Thrall was happy because his subordinates were accustomed to flattering him, proving that his authority was very stable.
The area around the fortress was empty, not a single person could be seen.
With Alsace's visit, Baron Rivendell was fully aware that the situation was extremely serious. The remaining thousands of people in the Blackmist Fortress had been moved to Silverpine Forest through the mountain roads. The king of Gilneas was willing to accept these people.
"Let you see how the savior conquered this fortress without bloodshed. Saurfang, lured Rivendell out in the name of a fair duel."
Saurfang hesitated for a moment, looking embarrassed.
"What, you are afraid of the orc warrior who calls himself a hero?" Thrall mocked.
"Baron Rivendell is a brave paladin. It is difficult to determine the outcome of our battle."
Saurfang said as tactfully as possible.
"I don't expect you to kill Rivendell, you just need to lure him out, and my new allies will help you deal with the Baron." Thrall clapped his hands, and with a pattering sound, a man walked out of the woods.
Team Elf Ranger.
The leader is a tall female elf with long golden hair like the sun, blue eyes, a complexion as beautiful as a peach, and a charming face. She wears a leather armor dyed in leaf green, which highlights her tight and undulating figure.
, followed by her nine loyal followers.
The female elf, carrying a golden long bow, glanced at the two orcs, her pretty face was frosty, and she said arrogantly:
"Remember your promise, Thrall, Stratholme and the lands near it belong to us in Quel'Thalas."
The fall of Lordaeron is imminent, and the high elves have to take precautions and make plans in advance, hoping to obtain a sufficient buffer zone to prevent the orcs from attacking. Now is the best time to carve up Lordaeron.
"Sylvanas Windrunner, as long as Baron Rivendell dies here, Stratholme will be an undefended city. All you need to do is find the target and shoot your sharp arrows. Remember, we are here
Carrying out a just cause, our purpose is to save Azeroth."
Sylvanas did not hide her ridicule, she said angrily:
"Orcs, I'm not interested in your savior rhetoric at all. If the king of Lordaeron hadn't been so stupid and didn't kill you all in the asylum, I would never have cooperated with you filthy orcs."
"Sylvanas, I hope you will remember what I said today. One day you will know what true despair is. Only I, Thrall, can bring real salvation to this world."
Sylvanas snorted and left without looking back. The rangers needed to prepare.
"Look, a group of poor elf rangers, they haven't realized what kind of power they are facing." Thrall never took these allies to heart: "Saurfang, it's your turn to perform."
.......
Saurfang was holding a battle ax and shouting challenges outside the fortress.
After hearing the news, Baron Rivendell climbed onto the city wall and was a little strange when he saw the lonely Saurfang.
"Saurfang has challenged me twice."
Baron Rivendell felt there was a conspiracy here and said doubtfully:
"Saurfang is a figure protected by Guardian Medivh. As long as his life is in danger, the Guardian will appear immediately, so he dares to challenge alone to prove the fearless courage of the orcs, but since the last time
After being defeated by me, he never appeared again."
Arthas closed his eyes and listened to the whispers of the dead.
"There is a group of high elf rangers ambushing nearby. It is Sylvanas the Windrunner. A dead soul recognized her appearance. She is with Thrall. This is a conspiracy of the orcs, a trap, Baron."
"In this case, just ignore him. He will leave naturally when he gets tired of yelling and scolding."
Baron Rivendell found it very boring to fight with such an enemy that he could fight but could not kill. However, it was the high elves' intentions that gave the baron a headache.
The walls of the Black Mist Fortress are very high, but they are not enough in the face of the Elf Ranger's ultra-long-range bows and arrows.
"I beg to challenge."
Arthas said suddenly. The young prince's voice trembled slightly and he was slightly nervous: "I have always been hiding myself, afraid of facing the cruelty of Lordaeron. Now, I also want to face something independently."
Arthas was about to go to war, Robbie was surprised, and Baron Rivendell was even more frightened.
"Your Highness, Saurfang is a dangerous orc. He has power that does not belong to this world."
Baron Rivendell took off his shirt, revealing the horrific scar on his back. This terrifying scar extended from his shoulder to his waist, almost cutting the baron in half.
"During our first fight, I cut off Saurfang's right arm, and he left this for me. I thought I wouldn't survive. Fortunately, a mage apprentice passed by, named Azazel, and he
I used thin threads condensed with arcane magic to sew me up, and with the help of the power of the Holy Light, I was restored to my original state."
"When Saurfang came to challenge for the second time, I was surprised to find that his arms had grown, but I was already familiar with his fighting skills, and he was no longer my opponent. The second time I saw him cut off
He lost his left arm, look at him now, both arms are intact, Your Highness, there is no point in your going to fight."
Arthas gritted his teeth and said seriously:
"I just want to prove that there are no cowards in the Menethil family. Don't worry, when the elf rangers draw their bowstrings, the dead souls will notify me to avoid them in time, and they can't hurt me."
Seeing His Highness the Prince's insistence, Rivendell and Robbie couldn't say anything else.
A prince who dares to face difficulties can bring fearless courage to the people. Sooner or later, Alsace will have to face all this.
The gate of the fortress slowly opened, the drawbridge was lowered, and Arthas walked in front carrying the justice of the Holy Light.
Robbie and Rivendell followed the prince.
Saurfang was a little surprised to see a young man he had never met come out to challenge him. He looked at Arthas mockingly: "Is there no one left in Lordaeron? Are you going to die, blond boy?"
Not far away, Thrall, who was hiding with the Elf Ranger, looked surprised.
"The expelled prince Arthas of Lordaeron? Why is he here?" (To be continued)