One thousand two hundred and seventy-eight chapters: more help for those who have lost the way
Sal was so hungry that he called the other three together and said loudly:
"There is a traditional virtue in the history of our orcs. Whenever the food in the tribe is insufficient, ordinary orcs will offer their flesh and blood to the noble chief for food. This fine tradition has been passed down well. Who of you is willing to get this
Great glory?"
Elemental Lord Modrok said indifferently: "If you can bite the stone, I am very willing."
Windbinder Hagra felt Thrall's gaze, shrugged and said:
"I am very willing to receive this honor, but I must explain that every piece of my flesh and blood is full of the power of wind. If you eat my flesh and blood into your stomach, your intestines and stomach will be turned to pieces, and you will die in a miserable way.
"
With the slavery contract, Hagra could not lie. Thrall clearly felt the power of the wind, and was so frightened that he quickly retracted his greedy eyes, and finally looked at Anachronos.
"You are the son of Nozdormu. As the son of the Aspect Dragon, you should have the great ambition to save Azeroth. Don't let me look down on you, Anachronos. The reputation of the Bronze Dragon clan depends on your thoughts.
, whether to generously sacrifice flesh and blood, or to be a villain who destroys Azeroth."
Anachronos refused loudly: "Impossible, Thrall, I am not your slave."
Thrall said gloomily: "Even your father Nozdormu was eaten by me. You are just a piece of trash. If you dare to refuse my kindness, then don't blame me for being rude. Modrok, Hagra, uniform
This despicable evil dragon, I want to eat his flesh and blood."
Both Mordrac and Hagra hated Anacros to death. If he hadn't acted as Thrall's accomplice, how would they have ended up like this.
After receiving Thrall's order, Mordrake was the first to rush over and punch Anachronos with a simple punch. Anachronos knew that he was not as strong as Mordrake, so he struggled to fly, but found that his limbs
It has been tightly grasped by fists solidified by lava.
Bang!
Anaclos received a heavy punch, and blood spurted out from his mouth and nose. At the same time, Hagra completed the spell, and a terrifying gray wind blade came silently, directly attacking the weakest point under the wings, Anaclos.
Ross let out a scream, and his right wing was almost cut off.
Mordrac strode forward, stepped on Anachronos' head, inserted his hand into his wound, tore off a large piece of flesh, which was larger than Thrall's body, and threw it in front of Thrall.
Thrall drooled with greed and hurriedly ordered: "Don't kill this evil dragon, let him live. I need fresh meat to eat at any time."
Anachronos no longer had the strength to scream, and fell to the ground with a painful whimper.
Thrall, who was so hungry that he picked up the bloody dragon meat and put it into his mouth, chewed it happily. Suddenly, his expression changed and he spit out the meat he had just swallowed.
What was spat out was not chewed meat, but a ball of gray-white flocculation. At the same time, other meat also changed. The water was lost rapidly. The blood-red meat turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and fell everywhere like crumbs.
.
"Anachronos, this must be your fault. Do you want to destroy Azeroth?" Thrall yelled angrily.
Anachronos cried bitterly and said aggrievedly: "It's not me, it's the fog here that's weird. I was wronged."
Sal looked confused, not sure whether he should believe it or not.
Modrok said with ill intentions: "Sir, the savior, the hard dried meat you brought has not changed."
After Modrok's reminder, Thrall immediately reacted and his eyes widened:
"Anachronos, do you think you can escape being eaten by me like this? You should know that all the Destroyers who are enemies of me deserve to die."
Anaclos was almost desperate and begged in pain: "It really has nothing to do with me, how can you trust me?"
Hagra the Windbinder was obsessed with magic. Seeing this strange situation, his curiosity aroused. He picked up a piece of flocculation and analyzed it carefully, and quickly came to a conclusion.
"Anaclos is unjust." The kind-hearted Hagra whispered: "His flesh and blood are rich in magic power. It is the evaporation of magic power that takes away the nutrients in the flesh and blood."
Sal snorted coldly. He believed Hagra's words. After all, he was bound by the contract.
All four of them gave up. Mordrake sat on the ground and took a nap, Hagra sat cross-legged, eyes closed, trying hard to gather the power of the elements, Anachronos lay on the ground, whimpering and licking his wounds, Thrall
In order to save energy, I could only lie on the ground.
It seems to have reached a desperate situation.
Blackmane Tauren Camp, Chief Sharphorn. The voice of Mother Earth suddenly appeared in Blackhoof's mind: "Get up and lead your people to Blackhorn's residence. The great savior Thrall is in trouble and needs your help.
It's all about saving Azeroth."
Sharphorn Blackhoof hurriedly gathered his tribe members, and thousands of black-maned tauren set off to the seven peaks where Blackhorn lived. He had no doubt in his heart about Mother Earth, Sharphorn Blackhoof.
The black-maned tauren are very familiar with this place, and they know how terrifying these fogs are, especially after the ominous black horns took over, this place became a magical cave.
Sharp Horns and Black Hoof only hesitated for a moment before ordering the clansmen to head into the mist.
In the ruins of the ancient palace built of huge stones, the war master Black Horn was furious and punched the stone table.
"Jianghorn. Black Hoof, you are such a fool. I have warned you a long time ago not to be superstitious about Mother Earth. It is not a protection, but a way of deceiving and deceiving you."
Black Horn was helpless and waved his hand, and many void creatures around him stopped casting spells.
The origin of the silver mist is mysterious. Some void creatures who took refuge in Black Horn told him that these mists were related to the ancient gods.
Although the void creatures under Black Horn are weak, there are some knowledgeable people among them who know how to use these mists.
Confusing Thrall and his party so that they cannot get out of the fog is a technique for using the fog. Unfortunately, this magic is flawed. Once the number of people exceeds the upper limit, there is nothing they can do.
The black horn can prevent up to twelve people from walking out of the fog, but it won't work if it's more.
Thousands of black-maned tauren entered the fog, and his magic immediately lost its effect.
"It's not over yet, Sal, we'll see."
Black Horn led many void creatures to the back of the palace and drilled into a deep cave. This was an ancient tomb that Black Horn accidentally dug.
In his daze, Thrall vaguely saw a group of delicious tauren walking towards him. Thrall thought he was dreaming. He jumped up quickly, grabbed the freshest one among them, bit off his neck in one bite, and gulped it down.
It feels so good to feel full after eating flesh and blood.
Sharp Horns and Black Hoof looked embarrassed as they watched Thrall bit into his little son.
Thrall was satisfied with his meal and threw the dead tauren aside. Then he noticed that thousands of tauren gathered around him, looking at Thrall with fear in his eyes.
Sharp Horns and Black Hooves knelt on the ground and said humbly: "The great savior Thrall, I am Sharp Horns, the chief of the black-maned tauren. Black Hoofs, I am willing to serve the savior."
Thrall looked around and realized that the surrounding scenery had changed. Deep in the silver mist, a huge palace ruin was looming.