Barcellas nodded, he was surprisingly calm, his face was as cold as ice, almost like a statue in the church.
"Damn it, is this his purpose, to catch me colluding with the orcs and ruin my reputation?"
Fording's heart was constantly fluctuating. If this secret deal was known to the people of Hearthglen, the consequences would be disastrous.
No, it doesn't matter, how can the people believe him? After all, I am the lord of Hearthglen.
Fording was thinking wildly, thinking about how to reverse the situation, and instantly planned countless conspiracies.
"What do you want to do? Barcellas."
Fording felt that he was very sure to control the situation. When it came to his reputation in the eyes of the people, how could Barthilas compare to Fording, who had been a lord for decades? His voice suddenly raised a lot, and it was already questioning.
.
Barcellas had no expression on his face and replied calmly:
"Master, I just do what you want to do but don't dare to do."
"I want to do it, but I don't dare to do it?"
"not good!"
That is what Fording fears most.
"Is this the little knight that gives you such a headache, Fording?"
Eitrigg did not know when he appeared behind Barthras. While Fording was thinking about the conspiracy, the old orc secretly picked up his battle ax, secretly found the right position, and slashed hard with a ferocious look on his face.
Barcellas.
"Perfect sneak attack, good." Fording couldn't help but admire it in his heart.
Barthras turned around, his speed was not fast, but he had the right rhythm. As soon as he turned around, the orc's heavy ax was already slashing towards him with the sound of wind.
Barthras raised his hand, grabbed the edge of the ax, and then easily snatched the orc's battle ax.
"This is impossible." Fording and Eitrigg exclaimed at the same time.
Barthilas showed incredible strength, as if his arms were not made of flesh and blood. The orc's strength was like a baby in front of him. With a wave of his hand, the battle ax was thrown far away and embedded deeply into the ground.
"Master!" Barcellas took a deep breath: "You know, I hate orcs the most."
Barthilas placed his hand on his heart, as pious as a martyr in the temple:
"The hatred for the orcs filled my chest, preventing me from breathing freely. I hated myself for being powerless and weak. Whenever my hatred deepened, I especially longed for power, but the Holy Light did not favor me.
I can only vent my hatred in my imagination. Thank you to Azeroth and those who have helped me. Now, my dream has finally come true. Thank you, sir, for giving me the opportunity to realize this wish."
Before Barthilas finished speaking, his fist lightly hit Eitrigg.
The old orc hurriedly avoided, but he couldn't. The fist seemed to be very slow, but it was like a lock. It hit his face hard. He saw that there was an obvious dent in the orc's face, and a tooth was missing.
There must be no one left.
Almost instantly, Barthras stalked to Eitrigg's side like a ghost and easily tore his shirt to pieces. His hands were like sharp blades, cutting open the skin on Eitrigg's shoulders, revealing
Strips of red muscles.
Barthras grinned, biting down on the bloody wound, tearing apart the orc's flesh and blood. His teeth were like sharp scissors, easily crushing the tough muscles.
Eitrigg let out an earth-shattering scream.
"No!"
Fording screamed at the same time, as if what was being bitten was his flesh and blood.
"It's over. Barthilas is completely crazy. He is my nightmare. He is a terrifying demon. Hearthglen is over. There is no hope. What will happen to my wife and children? Do I really want to escape?"
Fording grabbed his hair hard, feeling like the world was spinning, as if the end of the world was coming.
Barsselas ate the meat one bite at a time, his voice still clear and crisp:
"Sir, you probably don't know that when I was a child, I ate anything to fill my stomach. For a while, my friends called me an anteater because I wouldn't even let go of ants. Orcs eat our meat, why do we
What if you can’t eat orcs? This is my dream. It tastes delicious. Sir, do you want a piece?"
Barthras tore off a piece of orc flesh and handed it over. Fording was frightened and backed away.
He wanted to go to the saddle to find his warhammer, but the remaining reason told him not to do so. Barthilas was invincible at this moment, and he was no longer human.
Eitrigg screamed repeatedly, and the severe pain made his pupils gradually dim, showing some signs of dementia. Probably because he was full, Barthilas let go of his hand, and Eitrigg collapsed on the ground.
, Fording knew that this old orc was finished, and he probably would never be able to pick up a battle ax again in his life.
Barcellas took out his handkerchief and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with an elegant and steady movement. Like a noble who had just tasted the delicacies, he burped contentedly with a deep smile in his eyes.
"Actually, we are the same kind of people. Master, what you value is your wife, children, and your family, and you will sacrifice everything for them. What I value is the people of Hearthglen. They helped me when I was in the most difficult time. They
They are all my family, and everything I do is to protect them."
"The difference between you and me is that I will not harm the interests of any innocent person in order to protect my family. I can sacrifice my life for my family. Master, it's no big deal."
"Do you know what you have done?" Fording made a trembling voice: "The orcs will not give up. Do you think you can do whatever you want if you have some power? You have no idea what kind of enemy you will face.
Do you know that Guardian Medivh fights on the side of the orcs?"
"I know, that's why I do this."
Barcellas showed a smile as warm as spring:
"Master, if you want to save your wife and children, now you have a chance to send me to Thrall and Uther. Tell them that in three days, I will hold a beast meat banquet in public. Look, I will eat it."
If you lose Eitrigg a few kilograms of meat, I will never waste food. Perhaps because of your merits, they will probably let your wife and children go."
Fording was shocked, this was indeed a method.
Now that things have developed to an irreversible point, the only way out is to stand against each other. Although Barthilas has demonstrated power beyond common sense, this power is still far from enough in front of the invincible guardian.
"Since you can't protect Hearthglen, you are no longer a lord, Master Fording, you can leave now, get on your horse, and it's best not to come back."
"The day you approach Hearthglen is the day your beloved son dies."
"Are you going to exile me? Exile the lord of Hearthglen? Barthras." Fordring asked.
Barthras smiled: "If you are willing to live and die with Hearthglen, you are welcome, sir."
"We will live or die together until we see you." Fording quickly got on his horse, fearing that Barthilas would regret it. The horse ran far away before he dared to look back. Only Barthilas was still standing there, waving goodbye to Fording.
Finally, I saw a human being who is more terrifying than the cruelest demon.
In the days to come, Fording couldn't help but tremble every time he recalled what he saw and heard that day.
Fording couldn't even care about his wife and children, and left all the way. (To be continued)