Turalyon turned around, stared at Lor'themar with a pair of golden eyes, and asked coldly:
"Does Kael'thas have trolls under his command?"
Lor'themar was almost dumbfounded. He had always thought that Kael'thas had ambushed 50,000 adventurers, but he didn't expect that there was a hidden secret.
In an instant, the scenes that took place in the Storm Fortress appeared in front of them, and a familiar smell came to mind.
"Thall!" Lor'themar understood.
"Hahaha!" A burst of wild laughter came, and Thrall led a large group of orcs to surround him.
"Lor'themar, you loser, don't kneel down quickly when you see this savior." Thrall scolded loudly.
Lor'themar was accustomed to kneel on the ground and kowtow. Thrall stepped on Lor'themar's head, one after another, until it hit the ground.
"Not bad, it actually attracted a big fish. Turalyon, the orcs are in big trouble. Unfortunately, you are going to die here. Come on, according to the ancient traditions of the orcs, let us have an absolutely fair duel. A thousand
The orcs will deal with you."
Thrall waved his hand, and the ferocious-looking orc soldiers surrounded him.
Turayan's expression remained unchanged as he drew out the golden two-handed sword from his back. After a sound of metal friction, his whole body was wrapped in golden armor.
"Sal, your death has come."
Turalyon waved the giant sword with both hands, and the tip of the giant sword emitted golden light, which was five or six meters long. All the orcs who approached were cut into two pieces.
Taking a deep breath, Turalyon took a step forward and instantly crossed the distance of fifty meters to Thrall.
Thrall was frightened. He didn't expect Turalyon to be so scary. He turned around and ran away. Turalyon was about to pursue him when he suddenly felt a heavy weight on his leg.
Lor'themar was seen lying on the ground with his face covered in blood and tightly hugging Turalyon's leg.
"Great savior, run away." Lor'themar shouted: "For Azeroth."
Turalyon snorted angrily, turned his sword, and struck Lor'themar's head with the hilt.
Lor'themar rolled his eyes and fell to the ground unconscious.
The orc soldiers took the opportunity to surround Turalyon, and the light on Turalyon's great sword lit up again, opening and closing. Before long, the bodies of the orcs piled up like mountains.
Not far away, Brutalus, hidden in the mist, stared at Turalyon's weapons vigilantly, secretly rejoicing.
"Holy Light Equipment, fortunately, a thousand orcs have consumed the energy in the equipment, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with."
Turalyon took a quick step and slid over a hundred meters again, catching up with Thrall.
Sal turned pale with fright, and hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged, with tears streaming down his face:
"Don't kill me. I have an 80,000-year-old father above me and a child waiting to be fed..."
"Aren't you the son of Durotan?" Turalyon stepped on Thrall's head.
"That good-for-nothing Durotan is not my father. My father is still alive. I have raised a million orphans. If I die, they will all die."
In order to survive, Sal did not care about anything.
Turalyon ignored Thrall's pleas and raised his sword to end his life.
Suddenly, golden light flashed in Turalyon's eyes, and his body froze, unable to move like a statue.
Sal took the opportunity to break free, rolled and crawled, and soon disappeared.
"Holy Light, why don't you allow me to kill Thrall?" Turalyon was very angry.
The Holy Light did not answer. There was a rumble, and the ground trembled. Turalyon's eyes tightened slightly, and an abyss lord as huge as a hill appeared in the mist.
Brutalus said proudly: "Turalyon, the rat from the planet Argus, always causes trouble for the Legion, and now you are going to die here."
Turalyon hurriedly drew out his two-handed sword, only to see the golden light on it flash and then go out.
The holy light weapon still has a small amount of energy. Although it cannot defeat Brutalus, it is still possible to escape.
"Is there a malfunction, or has the Legion of Holy Light abandoned me?"
Turalyon could only hold onto his weapon. There was a huge gap between the size of humans and the abyss lords. It was impossible to win. He could only die fighting for honor.
"Commander Turalyon, we haven't seen each other for a long time since the last time we met in Silvermoon City."
Kael'thas walked out of the mist, followed by a huge ethereal mecha.
Turalyon breathed a sigh of relief:
"Prince Kael'thas, while I was away, the situation in Azeroth deteriorated to this point."
Upon seeing this, Brutalus knew that Turalyon could not be killed, so he stretched out a chain and hooked Lor'themar.
Kael'thas smiled bitterly:
"It's because we didn't do a good job. Azeroth is in a smoky state. Big demons and clowns have appeared one after another. Silvermoon City has reached this point. It's all my fault. I misjudged Lor'themar."
Turalyon recalled that the Holy Light prevented him from killing Thrall, waved his hand and said:
"It's not your fault. The situation is forcing it. It's too difficult to eliminate a bad guy because this era is suitable for them."
Brutalus smiled ferociously:
"You had a choice, as long as you cooperate with our Legion, but you chose the hypocritical Legion of Light. Goodbye, weak heroes of Azeroth."
Kael'thas watched Brutalus leave and asked Turalyon: "Do you want to know Shattrath City?"
Turalyon frowned. Now that he has lost the Holy Light, he may encounter something unexpected when he returns to Shattrath City.
There is a fierce factional dispute in the Holy Light Legion. Zera, the Mother of Holy Light, is Turalyon's backer, and Adal of Shattrath City is obviously on Thrall's side.
"If possible, I hope to be a guest on the Magister's Platform." Turalyon said.
"Welcome." Kael'thas smiled slightly.
At Shattered Sun Base, Lor'themar was stripped naked and hung upside down on the flagpole.
"Trash, trash, you are so incompetent, I will beat you to death."
Thrall took a whip and whipped Lor'themar again and again, until his skin was torn and his blood dripped. He fainted many times and was woken up by cold water.
Liadrin and Rommath watched helplessly as their old friend was tortured, neither daring to say a word.
Thrall opened his mouth and tore off a large piece of meat from Lor'themar's shoulder, chewing hard:
"You two, come up with an idea, or I'll eat him like dinner."
Liadrin and Rommath looked at each other and attracted Turalyon, with the purpose of using his reputation to deceive more adventurers.
Now that Turalyon has escaped to the Magister's Platform, where will the Shattered Sun go?
Rommath rolled his eyes and said flatteringly: "Great savior, I heard that Turalyon has lost the favor of the Holy Light."
Thrall nodded: "It should be Adal who stepped forward and blocked Turalyon's holy light. This is the end of being an enemy of the orcs."
Rommath shook his head and said: "Turalyon, who has lost the Holy Light, is just a mortal. We can definitely find a human to impersonate him."
Thrall hesitated, then tore off a large piece of meat from Lor'themar again, and nodded:
"It's a good idea. Instead of using humans, use kobolds to impersonate Turalyon."
Rommath was stunned: "But everyone knows that Turalyon is a human."
Thrall roared angrily: "I said Turalyon was a kobold, and he is a kobold. Anyone who dares to deny it will die."
The next day, a news spread across Azeroth. The great savior Thrall invited the great hero of Stormwind City, the kobold Turalyon, to join the Shattered Sun.
After reading the newspaper, an argument broke out.
"Turalyon is obviously a human, how could he be a kobold?"
"Thall, the great savior, is unmistakable. Turalyon is the kobold."
"That's right. How could the savior be wrong and deny the great savior? Do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
As a result, the people of Azeroth recognized that Turalyon was a kobold.