The first thousand two hundred and seventy-five chapters: those who attain the Tao are helpless II
Hagra the Windbinder rushed back to the laboratory, wondering whether he should ask Al'Akir for help.
"Maybe I should change the way I do things and use tough tactics."
Hagra remembered Al'Akir's evaluation of her: "A woman is kind and indecisive. She is not suitable to be a warrior. She is best suited to do research behind the scenes."
There are not many miners in the Burning Blade Clan, so why not use the power of the wind to sweep them away together? Hagra is very confident in the control of the wind and can do it without hurting a person.
"It's just that it's hard to make up your mind. What if you scare the child?"
Hagra rubbed his hands and recalled what magic could prevent children from being frightened.
Suddenly, she had a creepy feeling, as if there was a cold poisonous snake in her arms, and it was finally locked by Anachronos.
Proficient in wind elemental magic, Hagra the Windbinder is best at escaping. Even the dragons cannot catch up with her, and she can fly to the throne of the Wind God in a flash.
But Hagra couldn't let go of the miners of the Burning Blade clan, so he rode the strong wind to the camp and shouted: "Hurry, Thrall is here, there is no time, I will ride the strong wind to take you away."
It happened to be a break time. The miners raised their heads and looked at Hagra. When they heard Thrall's name, their numb faces revealed a look of admiration.
"Is it the great savior Thrall?"
"Yes, who else but the savior?"
"I'm really flattered that Sal, the savior, came to a small place like ours."
"Being able to see Thrall with my own eyes would be worth it for me to die immediately."
Orik, the mine owner, protested loudly: "Hagra, what are you doing? I have already told you that we are not going there."
"You will die." Hagra was about to cry.
Orric made an impassioned speech: "If Thrall, the savior, lets me die, I will die. I will die gloriously, die great, and die valuable. The Burning Blade Clan will never be greedy for life or afraid of death."
"Well said."
A gloomy voice came, and a shadow enveloped the Mining Camp of the Burning Blade Clan. It was an adult bronze dragon with an orc standing on its back, none other than Thrall.
Behind the bronze dragon, followed a tall stone elemental.
"I am the great savior Thrall." Thrall smiled ferociously and pointed at Orric: "You are very honored to die. I am very satisfied with your death."
Orric did not expect that Thrall would really come, and even appointed him to die. He hurriedly said to please: "Saviour, this is just a joke."
"There is no joke in the presence of the great Savior."
Thrall said with a cold face: "Now, you die immediately, otherwise Azeroth will be destroyed."
Orric didn't expect Sal to be serious, so he hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily: "No, no, I don't want to die. Please spare me."
Thrall smiled ferociously and said, "Didn't you just say that the Burning Blade Clan is absolutely not afraid of death?"
"No, no, the Burning Blade Clan are all trash who are greedy for life and afraid of death." In order to survive, Orric really fought hard, and he did not hesitate to risk the glory of the clan.
"You don't have to die if you want. I've always been very kind." Thrall sneered and said, "I heard you have some sand here."
Orik knelt and crawled forward a few steps and begged: "Great savior Thrall, I am willing to offer all the Sands of Time, twenty-four in total."
Thrall looked at him carefully and sneered: "Your life is very precious. It will take ten thousand sands of time to redeem your life."
Orric felt a roar in his head and cried: "Saviour, please forgive me, there really are not so many."
"Then give out all your property. If you don't have enough property, take it from your family. Oh, you seem to be the leader here. Yes, your clan belongs to me too." Sal said proudly.
Orric regretted that he should have listened to Hagra's words, otherwise he would not have become pauper in an instant. In order to survive, Orric forced a smile:
"It is my honor to be able to dedicate everything to the great savior Thrall. It is the honor of the Burning Blade clan. I am proud of my clan."
The surrounding miners of the Burning Blade Clan were stunned. In the blink of an eye, they were betrayed by the mine owner and became Thrall's private property. In fact, Orric was not the chief and he had no right to do this.
However, in the eyes of humble miners, the private property that could become the great savior was a great joy, so no one protested.
Thrall was in a good mood. He had worked very hard to subdue Hagra the Windbinder. Hagra was so fast that he could escape at any time.
The miners of the Burning Blade clan here are Hagra's only weakness.
"Hagra the Windbinder, the Burning Blade clan is my property, and this is all of their own free will. For this bunch of trash, are you willing to be my slave?"
Hagra held Orik's daughter Jimmy. This was the only bottom line she insisted on. Hagra understood Thrall's character and had no hope for the Burning Blade Clan.
The slavery scroll filled with milky-white runes fell in front of Hagra. Hagra glanced at Orik and signed his name on it.
Thrall let Orik go and announced in front of him:
"I am the great savior Thrall. I don't need any waste. You wastes of the Burning Blade Clan? Your only value is to become hard meat. Wastes are not qualified to live in this world and waste food. Mordrak, trample them."
Turn into meat sauce.”
Under the control of the Scroll of Slavery, Mordrac could only obey.
The Burning Blade miners were so frightened that they screamed for their fathers and fled in all directions. Mordrake was huge, but definitely not bulky. His speed was astonishing and he trampled in the center of the crowd.
All the orcs who tried to escape were stunned, vomited blood, and fell to the ground unable to get up.
Mordrak gathered these miners and faithfully carried out Thrall's orders. They crushed them all into meat paste and left them in the sun to dry for a few days before they became hard dried meat.
Jimmy in Hagra's arms asked Orik in confusion: "Dad, did you say that Sal, the savior, killed all bad people, and that all uncles were bad people?"
Orric's nose felt sore and he smiled reluctantly and said: "Yes, they are all bad people and conspired to destroy Azeroth. They all deserve to die."
The miners' branch of the Burning Blade Clan in Uldum became history and was completely forgotten.
Half a month later, a ragged Orric appeared at the door of Orgrimmar.
Orik burst into tears and burst into tears.
In the past half month, he had endured all the hardships and hardships, and finally arrived at Orgrimmar, the holy land in his heart, as if a happy life was waving to him.
Orric firmly believed that under the leadership of the great Garrosh, as long as he was willing to endure hardships and work hard, he would be able to live a good life again.
Unfortunately, his dream was soon shattered, and the guards guarding the gate did not allow him to enter the city.
"I am Orric from the Burning Blade Clan." Orric introduced himself: "A senior miner."
"It turns out that he is a waste of the Burning Blade clan. The chief only wants elite warriors and does not need miners."
The orcs of the Warsong clan guarding the gate had a sense of superiority on their faces. Orric was suddenly startled, and then familiar words came:
"Waste is not qualified to live in this world. Warehouse No. 3, hard jerky, this is your only value."
It is difficult to recognize Garrosh because the price is death, and unfortunately the dead cannot speak.