Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Eight: The Origin of the Rosary of Sal
Experimental Subject No. 5 is very depressed.
When he first came to Azeroth, he had a special admiration for Thrall, almost to the point of blindness. When he was a red panda apprentice, he always dreamed of meeting Thrall.
It's a pity that when he realized this wish, he was cooked and eaten by Sal.
The undead body of Experimental Subject No. 5 did not last long, and he died in an encounter with a plague bear.
This time he was possessed by an orc.
When he became an orc, he realized how difficult the life of an orc was.
Orcs have to undergo rigorous training since childhood, and this high-pressure training continues until death.
The military camp is filled with actual combat-like confrontations at any time. The only one who ranks last is death. The fate of the weak can only be eliminated and become military rations without mercy. This cruelty has always been with the orcs throughout their lives.
Experimental Subject No. 5 sadly discovered that many orc warriors had become numb due to this and were completely reduced to war machines.
The rules of the orcs are very strict, such as breeding the next generation. Only the strongest orcs can obtain this honor.
This actually made Experimental Subject No. 5 breathe a sigh of relief. Although he is now an orc, he has difficulty accepting female orcs.
He could even tolerate the female tauren, but he still had no interest in the orcs.
The strange thing is that since Thrall unified the Warsong clan and became the warchief, there have been no children in the orc military camps.
The baby was sent away as soon as he was born, reportedly to the guardian Medivh for secret training.
At the same time, batches of strong strange orcs who didn’t know where they came from or which clan they belonged to were constantly added to the orc team.
They are physically strong and powerful, and they only focus on fighting and never mention the past.
Experimental Subject No. 5 wanted to investigate the reason, but unfortunately his combat skills were poor and his strength was at the bottom. Facing the upcoming elimination, he had no time to care about anything else and wanted to escape.
Unfortunately, Lordaeron is now full of undead. With the increased strength of the runes of the dead, the undead's counterattack has begun, sparing no effort against the orcs. An orc living alone will sooner or later be eaten by the undead.
On this day, Experimental Subject No. 5 and a group of orcs were escorting the hard meat jerky shipped from the rear, and were once again attacked by the undead. The orcs had an advantage over the undead, and it often took dozens of undead to die in exchange for the life of one orc.
But this time, there is a human mage among the undead.
A mage with a ring of flames on his head caused all the orcs to fall to the ground wherever he went.
Others may not recognize it, but Experimental Subject No. 5 is very familiar with this flame ring.
Nefarian, Prince of the Black Dragon.
Experimental Subject No. 5 was so frightened that he quickly threw away his weapon and raised his hands in surrender.
"You are a little different from other orcs. I feel the power of your soul."
Nefarian noticed the expression of Experimental Subject No. 5. His fear and uneasiness were very different from the other numb orcs, like a little sheep standing among a group of jackals.
"Will you help me? Be my eyes."
Nefarian asked politely, and added: "In exchange, you can make a condition."
"I need strength." Experimental Subject No. 5 stammered. He didn't want to die. Although he could change his body at will, every time memories flooded into his brain, the pain seemed to be like splitting his head, making him miserable.
die.
"A fair deal."
Nefarian took away the right eye of Experimental Subject No. 5 and replaced him with a new eyeball.
Experimental Subject No. 5 clearly felt a force spreading throughout his body from his right eye.
From then on, Experimental Subject No. 5 began to show his prominence in the orc military camp. This orc, who was not considered strong, won the first place in duels again and again, and even attracted Thrall's attention and became a member of Thrall's personal guard.
It didn't take long before Nefarian's casually planted chess piece finally worked.
Thrall came to express condolences to the Red Dragon Princess. As a member of the personal guard, Experimental Subject No. 5 naturally stayed with Thrall.
"In order to save the continent of Azeroth, you and your companions need to die tragically in Stratholme, so that your mother can have a reason to help the orcs destroy Stratholme. The Red Dragon Princess Yalishandra, you need to fight for Azeroth."
I will sacrifice my life to the Sri Lankan continent." Thrall said gloomily.
Princess Red Dragon was obviously taken aback after hearing this, and then sneered:
"Thall, do you want our noble dragons to go to Stratholme to die? That is absolutely impossible."
"Death? Haha, I won't do that. It's such a waste."
Sal stood up, smiled with his mouth wide open, showing a proud and sinister face:
"We orcs will kill you and your companions with our own hands. Your skin will make me a set of strong armor. Your horns will become the best casting materials. I will dig out your heart alive and make it into a
A special magic weapon may be made into a string of rosary beads to contain your fallen soul. You will cry for mercy in the rosary beads and continue to bring me the power of the dragon."
"Haha, Thrall, you are so overestimating your capabilities." The red dragon princess smiled contemptuously. She was about to raise her arms and transform back into dragon form, but suddenly there was a feeling of discomfort in her body.
A strange feeling immediately spread throughout her body, making her weak and weak.
The five companions of the Red Dragon Princess fell to the ground almost at the same time, unable to move. The magic in their bodies was dissipating. They returned to their dragon forms one after another, and were pressed to the ground by their heavy weight.
"You, in these meat..."
The Red Dragon Princess' expression changed in shock, and she felt that the magic in her body was contaminated.
"A simple black magic potion, used to poison the tall Gronn in our hometown of Draenor, can also have the same effect on dragons."
Sal laughed. He took out a sharp meat-cutting ax and said with a ferocious face:
"Princess Red Dragon, I will skin you alive so that your soul will completely surrender and be imprisoned in your heart. I can hear your wailing for mercy every day. I look forward to that exciting and intoxicating feeling.
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"No! My mother will avenge me, and she will not let you go!" The Red Dragon Princess let out a desperate scream, trembling all over, and finally returned to her dragon form, and collapsed on the ground helplessly.
"The Red Dragon Queen is just a coward, an incompetent coward. She will always surrender to us orcs." Thrall said proudly: "Give up, Red Dragon Princess. I have already planned it. The stupid queen's anger will only be directed at Stan."
Som, and your soul will never rest in peace."
Thrall's black magic potion comes from the Warsong clan. The Warsong clan has a special skill. They can seal the enemy's soul in the heart, bringing them powerful power.
Gorehowl, the inherited weapon of the Warsong Clan, is said to have the hearts of six Gronns sealed, giving Gorehowl powerful power.
Under the leadership of Eitrigg, a group of orc craftsmen gathered around and began to skin the dragon alive.
The screams of the Red Dragon Princess spread throughout the orc camp, and could even be heard in Stratholm.
"The reincarnation of the world, let me ask who the heaven bypasses." Alsace opened his eyes and whispered: "When the Red Dragon Princess and her companions slaughtered the innocent people of Stratholme, did you ever think about today's tragic end?"
Alsace looked at Robbie's face with deep eyes and said.
Robbie was a little worried: "But the blame is destined to be placed on us."
How can Stratholme withstand the wrath of Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen? (To be continued)