The golden dragon claws made Jaina even more powerful, and the strong power of holy light filled the small courtyard. Blackmore's shadow power was dispersed, and he was retreating steadily.
Finally, Blackmoore was forced into a corner, and Jaina raised her dragon's claw to end his life.
Suddenly, the surroundings fell into darkness, and a strong shadow power burst out.
Behind Blackmoore, seven tentacles of darkness were twisting and twisting, tightly entangled in Jaina's dragon claws.
"It turns out that there is an ancient god behind you."
Jaina was taken aback, and it was too late to withdraw the dragon's claw.
The tentacles carried terrifying corrosive power, the holy light dragon claws gradually dimmed, and large pieces of dragon scales fell off.
Jaina's eyes narrowed, and she twisted her shoulders vigorously. She heard a crisp sound of broken bones, and her right arm turned into a dragon's claw and left her body.
After giving up her arm, Jaina quickly retreated, and a big explosion occurred in the dragon's claw. The intense power of the holy light made it difficult to open her eyes.
Taking advantage of this rare moment, Jaina pounced on Arthas. This was her only chance to kill Arthas.
The power of Holy Light and Shadow was raging, filling the entire courtyard. Amid the two tyrannical energies, Arthas protected Sardo Qianliu tightly, with his back covered with scars.
Facing Jaina who was coming to kill him, Arthas knew that he would not survive, so he could only close his eyes and wait for death.
"You dare!"
Rumbling, a loud roar sounded from heaven to earth, and endless darkness filled the air.
Jaina vaguely saw the frozen throne, piercing the sky like a sharp sword. The man in armor stood up on the throne, with a commanding aura, and shook his finger at Jaina with the giant sword in his hand.
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"ah!"
Jaina screamed and flew out like a kite with its string broken, spitting blood from her mouth.
"Alsace, he has grown to this point."
Jaina gritted her silver teeth. The blow just now was a blow from the future Arthas across the river of time, proving that the future Arthas had broken through the mystery of time.
Of course, this is also related to the awakening of Alsace during this time period, establishing the time and space coordinates for Alsace in the future.
Jaina knew that she would never have a chance to complete the mission, so she could only run away.
But Blackmoore didn't want to let him go. The arms of the seven ancient gods flew behind him, and the whole person floated into the air, wrapped in rich darkness, and rushed towards Jaina at an unimaginable speed.
At the critical moment, Jaina used her mage's hand to grab her from the air.
Sal had already run far away and was hiding in a bush to rest.
Unfortunately, he didn't expect to be locked by Jaina long ago. A portal opened behind him, and Thrall was caught in the portal by the giant claws of frost.
Jaina threw the captured Thrall towards Blackmoore.
The arm of the ancient god swallowed Thrall, but Jaina was not worried. Thrall was the protagonist of this era and would never die.
Sure enough, Blackmoore stopped and Jaina had no time to find out the reason and opened the portal to escape.
Just when Blackmoore was about to kill Thrall, the world suddenly changed drastically, and he was in a vast desert.
The yellow sand glowed like gold. Blackmoore took a deep breath and Thrall had disappeared.
Floating in the sky was a golden dragon with a huge and bloated body, grabbing the unconscious Thrall.
"Bronze Dragon, Nozdormu."
Blackmoore whispered. He was born into a noble family and had heard the legend of this dragon king.
What surprised him was that, except for the different colors, it was exactly the same as the black, white and gray dragon that saved him. There must be some connection between the two.
"Ashes return to dust, dust returns to dust. You are the remnant of time, be buried in the yellow sand."
Nozdormu's words sounded, and the wind roared, rolling up tens of thousands of tons of yellow sand.
"Nozdormu, time is not up to you. I am the master of time."
Mnozdo appeared and grabbed Blackmore with his black and white dragon claws. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the world of black and white.
"Some people want to change history, but they really overestimate their capabilities." Munoz breathed a sigh of relief, and in front of him, the last grain of sand fell from the black hourglass.
"Blackmoore, you have done a good job. I will send you to the new world to fight for your destiny. You are destined to be the king of Lordaeron. Remember, be careful with Thrall."
When Sal woke up, he found that he was still in the grass, and everything that had just happened seemed like a dream.
"Orc, I saved you."
Jaina, who was hiding aside, made a voice that was difficult to distinguish between male and female.
Thrall is such a smart man. Even though he was forcibly taken away by this person, if he wants to survive, he must let go of the hatred in his heart.
"Great existence, thank you for your life-saving grace." Thrall hurriedly knelt on the ground.
"Do you hate it?" Jaina asked again.
Sal wanted to say that he didn't hate him, but he rolled his eyes and said, "I hate him. I hate that villain wrapped in darkness."
"How much hate?"
"Hate that is unforgettable, he and I are incompatible." Thrall gritted his teeth.
"I am very satisfied with your answer." Jaina smiled and said: "That person is Blackmoore. He has received help from the ancient gods. You have a chance to seek justice from him."
"I swear to eat him." Sal said loudly, secretly relieved that the bet was right.
"Now I will send you back to join your tribe." Jaina said coldly: "Before you take revenge, you must first learn how to become a king."
"I'd like to ask for advice." Sal asked honestly.
Jaina frowned. She had not forgotten the painful experience of having one of her hands eaten by Thrall, which left her with indelible pain.
"Treat the orcs with evil, and treat the foreigners with kindness, and you will have no disadvantages." Jaina said.
Thrall is such a smart person. He agrees with the first half of the sentence. Treating foreigners well depends on the situation. The simple explanation is to kowtow to the strong and plunder and kill the weak.
"I've written it down, I've written it down." Sal said with a smile.
After returning to the camp of the Frostwolf clan, Thrall finally breathed a sigh of relief. The incident of being kidnapped by Jaina had a great impact on him, and he realized that he must rely on a strong person.
Karazhan gave Thrall a painful childhood that he could never look back on, but taking refuge in Medivh seemed to be the only way.
How to please Medivh has become Thrall's obsession. He doesn't think about food and drink all day long, and even loses interest in torturing the orcs.
On this day, the quartermaster in charge of logistics came to see Sal, knelt on the ground and reported:
"Chief, oh, no, Lord Savior, our food has been exhausted."
Sal waved his hands and said: "Don't bother me. If you don't have food, go grab it."
The quartermaster said, "Sir, Lord Savior, since Durnholde was captured, all the humans in the area have moved away, and not even the kobolds can be found."
Thrall glanced at him: "Don't worry, you send people to wait in the gray grass hole behind Tarren Mill. Food will fall from the sky soon."
The quartermaster was confused, and following Thrall's instructions, dozens of orcs rushed to Gray Grass Cave.
The gray grass cave is not big and you can see the bottom at a glance. What kind of food can be found here?
The orcs were guarding the entrance of the cave. Not long after, there was a sound of footsteps inside, and the leading human warrior said as he walked:
"Remember, our mission this time is to rescue the great savior Thrall. The ambitious Lieutenant Blackmoore attempts to use Thrall to conquer the world. We must end his ambition."
A human priest said: "After this mission is over, I can go home and get married."
"Why are there orcs at the entrance of the cave?" the hunter in the team asked in surprise.