Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Seven: In the top of Sal's green head
The conversation between Thrall and Hellscream was so quiet that only the two of them could hear it.
But unable to escape the ubiquitous perception of dead souls, Alsace repeated it to Robbie verbatim.
Robbie took a breath and thought of the Ring of the Earth, a seemingly neutral shamanic organization that was mostly composed of tribal members and was not involved in any politics.
Robbie, who is familiar with the history of World of Warcraft, clearly remembers that since the Earthen Ring organization became known to people, the restlessness of the elements has never stopped, from the two appearances of Ragnaros, the Lord of Fire, to the destruction of Deathwing.
The behavior of the world seems to be that the more it heals, the more chaotic it becomes.
Could it be that the real destroyer of the world is the Earthen Ring led by Thrall, and Deathwing is just a poor scapegoat?
Robbie felt that the history of this world was becoming more and more interesting, and he continued to follow the duel between the two orcs.
Hellscream is very powerful. This old orc, covered in blood, is wrapped in a red bloodthirsty light.
Being able to break free from the shackles of powerful elements, Thrall clearly felt the strength of this old orc.
"Haha, Thrall, surrender in front of real power."
Hellscream's voice is low and hoarse, and his hair is disheveled, like a madman. Orcs who drink the blood of demons already have signs of madness. Grom Hellscream is even more crazy, but his fighting qualities have not weakened at all, and he can
It is said that it has become an instinct in the bones.
Gorehowl drew a bright ray of light and struck Thrall with thunderous force.
Thrall quickly used the Doomhammer to parry. There was a loud noise, and all the muscles in Thrall's body bulged. The two seemed to be evenly matched.
However, Hellscream's fighting style is different. He doesn't play according to common sense at all. He keeps raising and lowering Blood Roar, one after another, slashing at Thrall like a violent storm. He roars loudly and fights.
He never tires, and his physical strength seems to be endless.
Thrall hurriedly parried, feeling increasingly powerless and his arms seemed to have lost all feeling.
The evil red light in Hellscream's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the frequency of slashing at Thrall became faster and faster, and the angle became more and more tricky. Thrall's defense gradually collapsed until it could no longer hold up. With Hellscream's deafening roar, Thrall
You finally couldn't hold your own hammer of destruction.
"It's all over. The arrogant young man who wanted to replace me is a pity for Orgrimmar. He is a true warrior and should not be tortured like that."
Facing Thrall who had lost his weapon and was exhausted, Hellscream showed a victorious smile:
"I will not kill you. Your cruelty and ruthlessness are in line with my character, and your insidious wisdom is so gratifying. I will cut off your limbs and let you live like a humble reptile.
This is the price you have to pay, all I need is your resourcefulness and your brain, and you will be grateful to me, young orc."
"Do you think you've won? Look what this is, stupid old orc."
An inconspicuous bottle of potion appeared in Thrall's hand.
"Violence Potion."
Hellscream's eyes quickly tightened.
A burst of faint red smoke rose up, and Hell Roar absorbed the violent potion. His eyes were so red that they seemed to be bleeding.
Although he has been drinking demon blood all year round, Hellscream has always used his strong consciousness to resist the erosion of the demon blood on his mind. While the demon blood strengthens his body, he has always maintained his sanity.
But under the influence of the violent potion, he finally lost his mind, his eyes flashed with a terrifying red light, Thrall suddenly turned into three in front of him, hell roared, and slashed at the illusion in his eyes crazily.
In fact, this is just a low-level earth element summoned by Thrall to consume the poor old orc's physical strength.
One earth element after another was shattered, Hellscream let out a tired roar, and his movements slowed down.
Thrall turned to face the Warsong clan.
In order to avoid being infected by Hell Roar's rage and collectively falling into irrational killing, the members of the Warsong Clan took the initiative to retreat a long distance.
Sal was full of energy, roared passionately and proudly:
"Look, look, your Chief Hellscream is just a lunatic. A bottle of violent potion put him in a situation of failure. How can such an incompetent leader lead the Warsong clan into the future."
"Come on, join the command of my savior Thrall. I will lead the orcs into a new world. Lordaeron is about to be destroyed, and this will soon become the land of our orcs. Next, we will fight, we will kill, and we will slaughter. See
All living creatures. Looking at your pitiful and weak appearance, looking at your shabby equipment and weapons, and thinking about your tragic experiences in the wilderness for more than ten years, Hellscream is an incompetent coward."
After killing hundreds of low-level earth elements, Hellscream finally fell into deep exhaustion, and Bloodhowl fell to the ground. The old orc sat on the ground, breathing heavily, and his eyes gradually turned red.
Fading away, when the madness disappeared, his strength gradually declined and he entered a period of weakness that was not short.
Thrall grabbed Hellscream's hair and slammed his face to the ground:
boom!
Hellscream's face was in close contact with the ground, and his face was covered in blood.
Thrall stepped on Hellscream's face, ravaged it fiercely, opened his mouth, exposed his yellow fangs, and mocked:
"Old orc, aren't you very arrogant? Don't you want to cut off my limbs? Look now, who is lying on the ground like a lowly dead dog, hell roar, your time has passed, I
It will torture your soul, turn you into a well-behaved watchdog, and let all the orcs know the majesty of my Thrall."
"hehe!"
Hellscream sneered, still not giving in.
"The battle is not over yet, young orc, now I am lying on the ground, and you are standing."
What's the meaning?
Thrall suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his heart, and an insidious sharp arrow penetrated Thrall's chest.
"Sylvanas?"
Thrall immediately turned around and glared at the handsome Elf Ranger on the city wall.
A huge figure rushed forward, followed by the harsh sound of a battle ax cutting through the air.
The timing of the sneak attack was so clever, and his ability to seize opportunities was simply amazing. Thrall didn't even have time to react.
After Thrall was stunned for a moment, he looked at the huge wound on his chest. His body was almost cut in half diagonally, and his damaged internal organs were clearly visible.
"King of sneak attacks, Saurfang?"
Thrall fell backwards, blood staining the ground red.
"A perfect sneak attack." Saurfang smiled proudly, and he kicked Thrall's body hard.
"Thall, you have to pay for your cruelty. Who wants to make my head into a chamber pot? Hahaha, no one dares to offend me, Saurfang, no one dares to trample on my dignity. I will finally have a
New chamber pot."
Hellscream sat up from the ground, exhausted and weak, still unable to stand.
"Saurfang, Sylvanas, you have done a great job. When I become the chief, I will fulfill my promise and you will get everything you want. This is the dignity that an old orc who respects tradition deserves."
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Thrall actually died? Died in a sneak attack by Saurfang.
Arthas didn't have any strange expression. He was just surprised by the betrayal of Sylvanas and King Saurfang, but considering how Thrall treated the two, it was not surprising.
Robbie's expression was a bit incredible.
History cannot be changed. Thrall should not end his life like this. Something will happen.
Just as Robbie expected, Sal's head suddenly turned green.