When he heard that Thrall was going to be killed, Orsaid hesitated for a long time: "I heard them say that Thrall is kind and kind. He is the leading hero in Azeroth, a great hero, and the savior who has saved the world countless times. Such a good man, I
Failure to kill is equivalent to destroying Azeroth."
Big Candle Jager sneered: "You also believe these lies? How does the number of times Thrall saves the world compare with our Kesril royal family?"
Ossaid replied: "Of course there is no comparison. To inherit the throne, the prince of Kesriel must save the universe ten thousand times."
Jiage snorted: "Look and observe with your eyes, and then you will know what Sal is like."
O'Said muttered a few times: "I believe Sal is a good man, and I will support him."
The sound gradually faded away. Big Candle Jiage wiped the sweat on his forehead and murmured: "Did I hurt him?"
A carrier pigeon flew onto Robbie's arm, and when he read the information sent by the MI7 carrier pigeon, Robbie fell into thinking.
"News from Thunder Bluff, Anachronos led the team, Khadgar, Durotan and other five people planned to enter the Dark Portal for eighteen years."
Krasus asked suspiciously: "The year Thrall escaped from Durnholde, what were they going to do? I heard that Nozdormu sent many adventurer teams, but they all failed to return. Later, some people came to Durnholde
A large number of skeletons were found in an orc camp in the mountains near Germany, showing signs of being torn apart by orcs."
"All fed to the orcs?" Robbie asked.
"Isn't it!" Krasus said: "This is all Nozdormu's attempt to please Thrall. Thrall took some orcs to escape from Durnholde and hid in the mountains without food. Thanks to the adventure of Skyfall
Only then did he get through those difficult years.”
Robbie said sternly: "These five people are obviously not making food for Thrall. Their goal is the timeline of the Dark Temple, and they will use Thrall to establish coordinates to uncover the fog of history."
Krasus thought for a while: "Are we going?"
"Velan is also in the team. We must go, and we must go a few days ahead of them." Robbie said firmly.
...
Lieutenant Edras Blackmore was getting older, his hair and beard were gradually turning gray, and his eyes that were as sharp as an eagle in his youth had become gentle.
Some people say that he has a pair of dragon eyes, which is a very high praise and means that he has a bright future and may become a king.
Blackmoore, who came from a general family, sneered at this. The stupid charlatans didn't know that if you want to become a king, you must please Medivh, and this cannot be achieved by simple flattery.
As the commander of Durnholde Local Detention Center, he manages tens of thousands of orcs. His military rank is only lieutenant, which strictly speaking is not consistent with this position.
Blackmore was originally a lazy low-ranking officer with no ambition. He was addicted to alcohol and was less sober than when he was drunk. He lived in a daze.
Being in this position is actually forced.
This is a difficult position to fill. Starting from the eleventh year of the Dark Portal, which was the second year after King Terenas established the Dove of Peace, Lordaeron was unable to provide supplies to the orc shelter and needed to solve the orc problem on their own.
rations.
Every day when you open your eyes, there are tens of thousands of orcs waiting to eat. The Dove of Peace is very concerned about the orcs. If an orc is hungry, the commander will feed the whole family to the orcs.
His immediate boss, a high-ranking officer who was highly regarded by Uther and a brave warrior, was caught by the Dove of Peace because of a young orc who was too playful and failed to eat. As a result, his whole family entered the asylum.
, was torn alive by orcs and eaten.
Before Blackmoore, twenty-three commanders and their families had become food for the orcs.
As a lieutenant, Blackmoore was pushed to this position because everyone with a higher rank than him was eaten by orcs.
One night, as usual, he was drunk as usual. In his hazy state, someone read a letter of appointment in front of him. When he sobered up, he became the commander of Durnholde Detention Center.
For an alcoholic who is waiting to die, this is a fatal job.
Blackmoore didn't value his life very much. Being able to save a life in the war with the orcs felt that it was enough.
But he still had a family, so Blackmoore had to work hard. An alcoholic has no resourcefulness, only the spirit of a reckless man who is not afraid of death.
First, he led a few drinking buddies to raid the Dove of Peace's camp. Unexpectedly, the Dove of Peace was so papery that he couldn't even resist. He fed them all to the orcs.
This was tantamount to a challenge to the royal power of Lordaeron, and it was no surprise that it attracted the intervention of the Knights of the Silver Hand.
Uther personally led the Silver Hand to conquer Durnholde, but Blackmoore was defeated. In desperation, he released dozens of orcs, which scared Uther to the point of pissing himself and fled back to Lordaeron overnight.
From then on, Durnholde became Blackmoore's independent small kingdom and went its own way. He did not dare to kill all the orcs because he was worried about Medivh.
In desperation, Blackmoore used cruel methods to enslave the orcs, ordering them to cultivate fields and work in dark mines.
He also took advantage of the aggressive characteristics of the orcs, trained a large number of gladiators, and won a large amount of bonuses, finally being able to maintain his expenses.
This is the eighteenth year of the Dark Portal, a sunny afternoon.
Lieutenant Blackmore was working in a dark castle. While his adjutant was away, he secretly took out the wine bottle in his arms and took a sip of wine.
The young female adjutant pushed open the door and entered with a large pile of documents in her arms. She smelled the air and frowned with her pretty brows:
"Sir, you drank secretly again. Why don't you take care of your body? Don't forget your illness."
Blackmore smiled awkwardly: "If I die of illness, won't I still have you?"
The female adjutant shouted rudely: "Without you, who would be able to deal with the blood-sucking Dove of Peace and the deadly Knights of the Silver Hand?"
Blackmoore spread his hands: "Okay, I will be your shield. Put the documents here and I will deal with them right away."
"There is one thing." The female adjutant hesitated for a long time: "Another Dove of Peace came to protest. There are many young nobles."
Blackmore suddenly became excited, and his face turned abnormally red.
"Come on, take me to see them. There hasn't been such an interesting project for a long time."
The female adjutant stared with big and bright eyes: "You want to feed them to the orcs?"
Blackmoore licked his lips and smiled sickly: "Why not, since you can speak for the orcs, you can become the food of the orcs yourself. I know your concerns, worried about their noble status, don't worry, I heard that Luo
Most of the nobles in Danlun are too hungry to hold weapons."
Dozens of richly dressed nobles gathered at the gate of the castle, holding the banner of the Dove of Peace and shouting loudly.
The leader was a young man, probably just over twenty years old, with a flushed face.
Blackmoore could tell at a glance that this was a pampered nobleman who didn't worry about food. He was probably not from Lordaeron.
"I am Blackmore." Blackmore's tone was low-key, with a hint of compliment.
The young man was arrogant: "I am Sir Chris Blackmoore of Stormwind City. You cruelly treated the kind and kind orcs, and you must pay the price for it."
Blackmoore dug his ears: "Be kind and kind? Well, I will send you to meet the kind orcs."