Sylvanas felt a little unfamiliar with this exiled prince of Lordaeron.
An inconspicuous human prince, the proud Windrunner did not take him seriously!
"He is a useless prince." Thrall said with a cruel smile: "The Menethil family are all idiots."
"It was Menethil's stupidity that allowed you orcs to survive." Sylvanas emphasized.
"Hmph! Do you think I will be grateful to the Menethil family? Waste should be cleared away. Human beings are stupid and cannot blame others. This world is inherently cruel. Only by constantly winning and bloody killings can we orcs
It’s necessary. The old king watched his people being slaughtered. I don’t know what he felt in his heart, and whether he regretted his hypocritical kindness.”
Thrall felt a kind of pleasant resentment, and the pleasure of repaying kindness with revenge came to his heart.
Sylvanas had nothing to say about the innate character of the orcs.
"Want to kill?"
Sylvanas pointed at Arthas and asked casually, her tone was like crushing an ant.
"Haha, Windrunner, do you think our great orc warrior King Saurfang can't deal with a useless prince?" Saar suddenly realized that something was wrong. Could it be that this prince was tired of living and came out to die in vain?
"Give him an arrow."
Thrall felt that it was necessary to tie the high elves and the orcs together. The assassination of the prince of Lordaeron was the best way to vote:
"Your target needs to be on Baron Rivendell, and the one next to him..."
Sal caught sight of Robbie and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of fear.
"There is definitely something wrong with that human being, kill him."
Thrall gritted his teeth, the old wound on his chest ached faintly, and he didn't know where his fear came from.
Sylvanas narrowed her eyes slightly and glanced at Robbie casually. She didn't take it to heart at all. She nodded and asked one of her rangers to get ready.
Windrunner put three arrows on his bow, two for Baron Rivendare and one for Arthas.
After all, he is the prince of Lordaeron, barely worthy of his own arrow.
Sylvanas herself plus nine subordinates, each with twelve arrows,
There are only three people on the other side, which is really plenty.
Arthas raised the Holy Light's Revenge and rushed forward blankly like a new recruit on the battlefield for the first time.
"A nice warhammer. Now, it's mine."
Saurfang took a deep breath and rounded the battle ax. Even if he faced a new recruit, he must do his best.
Arthas did not use his warhammer to block, as the orc hero's power was difficult to resist. Instead, he chose to hit the edge of the tomahawk diagonally with the warhammer, trying to change the direction of the tomahawk's chop. It turned out that Saurfang was stronger than imagined.
Even bigger, the battle ax only slightly changed its direction, and Alsace's war hammer bounced up.
In order to avoid the tomahawk whistling with the wind, Alsace leaned back as hard as possible, making an ugly backward posture, which made it difficult for his body to maintain stability. Even so, Alsace still tried his best.
swung the war hammer.
boom!
Saurfang's huge body flew out, and a terrifying depression appeared on the left side near the waist. Several broken ribs could be seen sticking out, covered in white patches. Blood immediately stained the ground red, and the orcs vomited from their mouths.
He was covered in bloody foam, mixed with many internal organs fragments, and struggled to get up, but ultimately failed.
"This is not true!"
Sal was stunned and couldn't believe his eyes.
Robbie was also a little confused. Alsace killed King Saurfang instantly in the first meeting.
Although Arthas used the power of the runes, this was too incredible. The war hammer he swung in that posture was very weak. With Saurfang's surprisingly strong physique, it was impossible to cause effective damage.
"Okay, well done, Your Highness, you are our pride." Baron Rivendell was overjoyed.
Alsace himself was a little confused by the unexpected victory.
Then, three strange arrows woke up Alsace.
The archery skills of the Elf Rangers are terrifying. It is said that the most skilled rangers can block the sound of the wind, allowing their arrows to harvest lives silently.
Alsace had already been reminded by the dead soul. The war hammer slid in the air and left several golden traces, and all three arrows were blocked.
In front of Robbie were nine arrows, two of which came from Sylvanas fast and hard.
Robbie waved his arms, drawing a huge circle. The power of the runes gathered between his arms, forming a shape similar to Tai Chi. The nine arrows changed direction in front of Robbie and flew back at a faster speed.
The elf rangers were experienced in fighting, so they knew something was wrong when they saw Robbie's posture, and quickly ducked down to avoid it.
Only Thrall was a little flustered. His body was so big that even if he crouched down, he would be the target of arrows.
Thrall stretched out his arms, opened his big hands, grabbed two elf rangers and blocked them in front of him.
Four arrows were shot empty, and five arrows shot through the two rangers, making them dead.
"No!"
Sylvanas let out a shrill roar.
Thrall grinned and bit into it, biting the flesh and blood of the two elf rangers who had not yet breathed their last breath, chewing hard.
"This is a necessary sacrifice, dying for the savior. They die gloriously and magnificently, Windrunner."
Thrall opened his mouth, and there was a bloody mess between his teeth:
"And it can also fill the savior's belly, hahaha, it tastes good."
"Go to hell, you cruel beast."
Sylvanas was angry, her eyes were like fire, she took her bow and arrow and pointed it at Thrall.
"Do you want to murder the savior? Do you want to destroy Azeroth yourself?"
Facing Windrunner's aggressiveness, Thrall was not afraid at all, and continued to taste the rare delicacy without stopping. The ranger's mournful cry before his death sounded to Thrall like the most beautiful music in the world.
"Do you know what kind of power you are facing? Think about your people, think about your Quel'Thalas, think about the guardian Medivh, think about the terrifying Burning Legion. Yes, that's right, let you
The anger slowly subsides, put down the bow and arrow in your hand, and do not disturb the savior from eating, Sylvanas Windrunner."
Sylvanas closed her eyes. Her heart was filled with hatred, but she did not lose her mind and did not dare to do anything to Thrall. However, her heart was unbearable and she was eager to vent her anger.
The nature of the world is to bully the weak and fear the strong, and Sylvanas is no exception.
Although Prince Arthas' strength is beyond expectations, Lordaeron is now a soft persimmon that everyone can bully.
Sylvanas appeared on the hillside, pointed at Arthas, and yelled:
"Prince Arthas, remember the crime you committed today. You will pay for it with blood. You are destined to be unable to escape the sins all over your body. You will be judged mercilessly. From today on, Quel'Thalas will
The war in Lordaeron will continue until one side is completely destroyed."
Alsace scratched his head. He hadn't realized yet. What was going on?
Could it be that King Saurfang lying at his feet has an ulterior relationship with Sylvanas?
Or is it another cross-racial love? Alsace murmured in his heart.
Robbie stepped forward, patted Alsace on the shoulder, and whispered: "Your Highness, the weak never have a choice."
"Sylvanas, I hope you will not regret your decision today."