Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Second: The Terrorist Tales of Barthelas
The violent potion Thrall threw had no effect.
Faced with Barthilas's invisible killing methods, the orcs, who have always been known for their violence and wildness, actually collectively resisted the violent potion.
The mysterious and strange power may harvest one's own life at any time, and the irresistible death is more terrifying than the bloody life-and-death struggle on the battlefield.
All the orcs looked horrified, and many orcs had already thrown away their battle axes and were quietly retreating.
Sal felt a sense of powerlessness and despair welling up in his heart, and suddenly felt that someone was missing.
"Where is King Saurfang?"
"Return to the great savior, noble chieftain, King Saurfang's seventh concubine is giving birth. King Saurfang is a good man who cares about his family. He went back to deliver the baby for his wife." An orc bodyguard. replied.
"Asshole, King Saurfang married his seventh concubine just yesterday."
"Getting married the day before yesterday will not affect the birth of children today." The orc guard whispered.
"Cunning Saurfang." Thrall was filled with hatred.
After Barthilas finished eating two orc hearts, he slowly raised his head and looked at the hundreds of orcs.
The orcs did not dare to look at him, as if they were facing the most terrifying devil, and they all lowered their heads consciously.
"So that's it. Someone told me that the orc heroes are not afraid of death and are always charging forward. I believed it at first. I thought the orc heroes were really fearless. But what I have seen with my own eyes is nothing more than that."
The orcs were speechless, after all, King Saurfang escaped in disgrace.
"Everyone, can we continue? Our battle is not over yet." Barthilas said kindly: "Savior Thrall, I think it is your turn to end. As the chief, you should take the lead in the charge. effect."
The eyes of many orcs were focused on Thrall, and Thrall felt uneasy. Looking at the seemingly harmless Barthilas, he felt pain in his heart, and he just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
"Hahaha! In fact, we came to Hearthglen for a picnic and accidentally disturbed the Lord. I solemnly apologize to you. We orcs are a peace-loving race. How could there be a war with humans? Those are all rumors. As for the hangings on the scaffolding, The old orc, what’s his name? He’s an insignificant person, and I’ve long disliked him. Lord Barthilas likes his meat, it’s his honor, so I’ll eat it.”
As expected of a wise and wise chief, what he said was right, and the orcs immediately admired Thrall.
"Yes, yes, we came for a picnic. This is a really nice place."
"Hahaha, the scenery of Hearthglen is really beautiful. It reminds me of the scenery of Nagrand."
"Asshole, do you want to die? How can the vulgar scenery of Nagrand be compared with Hearthglen? This is simply the legendary paradise. The people living here are so happy, especially with such a great lord."
"Lord, please rest well. We will leave immediately and will never disturb you again."
The orcs nodded and bowed, all showing signs of flattery, respectfully and flatteringly to Barthras.
Barcellas smiled bitterly:
"So that's it. Someone told me that when orcs are faced with a desperate situation, they will kneel down and beg for mercy, allowing themselves to survive in the name of peace. I didn't believe it at first, but now that I've seen it with my own eyes, it's really the case."
"Unfortunately, I am not King Terenas, nor the despicable guardian Medivh. War and peace are not yours to decide. Now, it is my turn to take action."
"I, Barcellas, am hungry.
Barcellas disappeared again, and when he appeared not far away, there were four beating hearts in his hand.
The four orcs in different positions slowly fell to the ground with fearful expressions on their faces.
"He's not a human, run away!"
A certain orc was the first to be frightened and ran away, causing a commotion in the orc team, which was about to collapse.
At this most critical moment, Uther stood firmly, his armor blooming with golden light, like a burning torch.
The orcs' military morale quickly stabilized, the commotion disappeared, their eyes were full of confidence, and there was no longer any fear. They grabbed the discarded battle axes and surrounded them in the direction of Barthras.
Under the influence of Uther's aura of courage, the deserters who escaped first also came back.
Barthras looked at Uther and nodded seriously.
"So that's it. Someone told me that once Uther's aura of courage opens up, even the most timid humans will become brave warriors and will not retreat even if they become food for the orcs. I didn't believe it at first, but now I see it with my own eyes
I believe what I saw, thank you for not letting my ingredients escape, Uther."
Many times, courage doesn't work.
Barthiras is like a terrifying ghost, like the god of death who harvests life. He is just strolling in the orc army, constantly harvesting the lives of the orcs. A pile of orc hearts are neatly placed under the wooden scaffolding.
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Eitrigg, who was hanging on the scaffolding, whined and made an unpleasant sound, and was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder broke.
In a matter of moments, hundreds of orcs lost their lives.
"Snapped!"
Thrall slapped Uther hard on the face, and Thrall roared: "Uther, what have you done?"
"I just want to help!" Uther said vaguely and aggrievedly.
Thrall pointed at Uther's face and cursed: "Damn the light dead, every noble orc is extremely precious, you think they are all as lowly as you humans, quickly remove the aura of courage, otherwise I will tear you alive.
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Uther was so frightened that he cried bitterly: "I was wrong, Lord Savior, please forgive me."
After the aura of courage was revoked, the orcs regained their sanity and all retreated timidly. Barthras did not pursue them.
Feeling fooled by the aura of courage, the orcs turned and glared at Uther.
"This damn human being, tear him apart."
"I'm going to skin him."
"The hateful light dead, he wants us noble orcs to die like humans and go to hell."
A group of orcs came around, and Uther was frightened. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed, begging for his life.
"I heard you are the savior!"
Barthras didn't know when he appeared in front of Thrall, still chewing the heart in his mouth.
After devouring the hearts of so many orcs, his belly was not bulging at all, as if it contained a bottomless pit.
Thrall was so frightened that he couldn't speak. "That's not true. It's just a lie. In fact, I'm a bad person. Really, I didn't even think about saving the world. That's a lie. Don't believe it."
Barthilas nodded seriously: "Yes, how could an orc save Azeroth! I have never believed this rumor."
Thrall smiled bitterly and said flatteringly: "Dear Lord, I am very happy that you did not believe the rumors easily."
"It shouldn't be a problem to kill an orc who is not the savior, right?" Barthras said with a smile.
Thrall was so frightened that his heart almost stopped beating, and he quickly changed his words: "Dear Lord, I am really the savior. Guardian Medivh can prove my identity, please don't..."
Barthras threw a light punch, and Thrall's tall body fell to the ground.
"They say those who save the world should have a loving heart, but I don't know what your heart tastes like."
Barthras grabbed Thrall, showed a strange expression, and said solemnly:
"Someone told me that whenever Thrall is in danger, the guardian Medivh will appear. I don't know if it is true." (To be continued)