Chapter 132: The real reason for the alliance with the tauren
Blood dyed the throne red.
Thrall killed King Terenas!
Experimental Subject No. 5 was extremely shocked at this moment.
The great savior Thrall, who was rumored to be full of benevolence, morality, gentleness, always kind to others, willing to help others, and committed to peace between the Alliance and the Horde, turned out to be a bloody and cruel executioner.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would never believe it.
In an instant, Experimental Subject No. 5's world view collapsed.
What's even more frightening is that Uther and Mograine were not surprised at all.
Uther was angry at Thrall and massacred his people. He glared at Thrall's futility and had no choice but to protest loudly.
Mograine was drinking the broth "Chi Liu" "Chi Liu", very satisfied with the deliciousness of the broth, and kept nodding his head, as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Hahaha!"
Experimental Subject No. 5 feels that the world is full of madness.
What about the beautiful love between the princess and the prince, what about the depraved temptation of the Dread Lord, what about the rebellion between master and disciple, what about father and son becoming enemies, what about Frostmourne, what about the tragedy of the Prince of Lordaeron.
The true history hidden under this glorious appearance is so simple and cruel.
It was just a massacre of one race against another race. There were no excessive plots or clever tricks. There was only naked killing, with brains and blood flowing on the throne.
This is history.
Experimental Subject No. 5 looked out the window blankly. The massacre had already begun. The ancient human city of Lordaeron was quietly approaching its end amidst the orcs' loud shouts of killing.
Medivh's voice echoed in his ears:
"According to your story, or prophecy, what will be the end of our miserable Prince Salsas?"
Experimental Subject No. 5 was slightly startled. At this moment, his IQ recovered slightly:
"Sanctioned by the messenger of justice."
"Very good." Medivh's image nodded, looked out the window at the billowing smoke, and said with an evil smile:
"Look at this beautiful killing, how nostalgic it is. I want to blame all these crimes on the poor Prince Alsace. He is destined to be reviled by thousands of people, be infamy for thousands of years, and become a sinner of history. And Thrall, you
Your glory and justice will exist forever, allowing future generations to admire you and become a great savior, the most sacred and noble saint in history. Even if Azeroth is destroyed in your hands, your name of justice will still live in the memory of the survivors.
.”
Thrall grinned, the blood still flowing from his mouth.
"Now, it is time for our saint and savior to entertain the noble messenger from Kalimdor."
Experimental Subject No. 5 suddenly felt ridiculous. It turned out that his role was only to bring a story.
A lie full of loopholes.
Perhaps, he had other functions. Experimental Subject No. 5 glanced at the beef on the table.
Thrall clapped his hands, and an orc veteran walked into the throne room.
"Distinguished envoy from Kalimdor, please introduce me. This is my military advisor Eitrigg. At the same time, he is also a very good chef. He will entertain you well, distinguished envoy." Thrall was not pregnant.
He smiled kindly.
"Etrigg, the orc veteran?"
"I have seen some orcs who are as honorable as the noblest knights, and I have also seen some humans who are as evil as the most cruel undead natural disasters."
Experimental Subject No. 5 suddenly remembered Old Fording’s famous saying.
Now, what is this noblest orc doing? In his hand is an ax used to chop bones.
There was a flash of cold light, and unbearable pain spread throughout his body.
It turns out that this is the "noble knight" in Fording's eyes.
Half an hour later, Thrall, who was full of wine and food, had a satisfied look on his face, and he and Eitrigg walked out of the throne room one after another. He had a few huge meat bones in his hands, which could be used to feed the family's animals.
The "old dog".
"Nice cooking skills." Thrall praised Eitrigg.
"The main thing is that the ingredients are fresh enough. This kind of meat is much better than the ingredients we commonly use. It is more powerful, chewy, and nutritious. It is especially rich in the power of earth elements. It is very helpful for your shamanic practice.
.”
Thrall nodded: "I feel the elemental power in my body is increasing, as if I can feed on this kind of meat every day, I will soon become the most powerful shaman in Azeroth. It's a pity.
There are only three heads.”
"I have already found out that there are 350,000 of their kind in Mulgore across the Endless Sea."
Eitrigg showed the talent that a strategist should have and spared no effort to advise Thrall:
"We can ally with them and force them to provide a large amount of meat and dairy products. Tauren are an omnivorous race. They eat almost anything. On the battlefield, we can let them eat grass to maintain their lives. They will be qualified for us.
Human shields, charging warriors, and mobile rations, our soldiers can eat fresh meat at any time to maintain strong combat effectiveness. Their tough skin can be made into shields and armor, and their strong and sharp horns can be made into
Weapons, their thick bones can build tents, and they are full of treasures."
Sal rolled his little eyes, pondered for a moment, smiled and nodded:
"As expected of my strategist, this is a great strategy. The tauren are not only walking rations, but also a mobile equipment depot. They cannot escape and are destined to become allies of our orcs. I feel more and more,
A group of cowards live in the continent of Azeroth, a world full of cowards. Their peace and justice are just excuses for cowardice and fear of war. As long as we spread darkness and fear to them, they will surrender and surrender willingly.
My own flesh and blood.”
"Forging an alliance with the tauren is an indispensable step for us orcs to conquer the continent of Azeroth. I will send people to do it." Eitrigg said seriously.
"Not urgent!"
Thrall patted Eitrigg on the shoulder and explained carefully:
"The Guardian asked us to keep some humans in Lordaeron. I deliberately slaughtered Uther's people, so that Hearthglen can be preserved. Go talk to old Fording and see what he means. If he
It's best if you're willing to surrender. Fording's strength is low and he is not dangerous enough. He can be used by us and even become a nail planted in the enemy's heart. He is much stronger than Uther, a dangerous person. If he doesn't know how to praise, then bring him
Come to destroy."
........
The moment King Terenas fell, Arthas, who was rushing to Andorhal with Robbie, suddenly rolled off his horse and knelt on the ground, with blood flowing from his eyes.
"No! You can't..."
"Please..."
"I promise, I promise..."
Arthas was praying for something to the dead souls! He stood up, blood and tears flowing down together, which was shocking.
"My father was killed by Thrall. I begged the dead souls not to hurt my father. I agreed to their conditions. My father made an unforgivable mistake, but he did not escape in his last moments.
By choosing to face his fate, he is atoneing for the mistakes he made."
At this time, the court mage Kilwinter was walking in the desolate wilderness of the Barrens and came to a place called Razor Highlands. Facing the surging wild boar people, he showed a look of ecstasy.
Although King Terenas' death had long been expected, Robbie still felt bursts of sadness.
For King Terenas, and for the miserable people of Lordaeron.
"What conditions?" Robbie asked.
"Revenge, or redemption."
Alsace wiped away the bloody tears, and there was only burning flame in his eyes. (To be continued)