Lakish, lying in a pool of blood, looked like a rag doll that had been played with, leaving clear depressions on the solid kryptonite wall.
Thrall could easily deduce that Lakish was knocked against the kryptonite wall again and again, and the terrifying force was definitely greater than that of an adult Goron.
Sal's legs and feet felt weak, and for a moment, countless conspiracies and conspiracies came to mind.
"What should I do if it were me?"
Sal only felt that this scene seemed familiar. He had used similar methods to frame political opponents many times.
"No, I have to leave immediately and don't let anyone know I've been here."
Sal was about to turn around and leave, when Lakish groaned in pain, spitting out a large mouthful of green liquid, opened his eyes and saw Sal, and let out a piercing scream.
"Don't hit me, I was wrong, I was wrong, please spare me."
Rakish cried like a baby, with snot and tears, crawled over, hugged Sal's legs, and stuck out his tongue to lick his toes.
"No, let me go."
Sal felt miserable in his heart and tried his best to get rid of it, but he couldn't get rid of it.
Despite the fact that Rakish was dying, there were only a few intact bones in his body.
But as a senior general of the legion, even if he only breathes his last breath, he is still not something Thrall can fight against.
Lakish's scream startled other guests in the manor, and Velen, the prophet of this timeline, was the first to arrive.
"Sal, what have you done? Stop it."
Viren's eyes turned red in an instant, and he rushed over to hug Rakesh. Seeing his beloved son being so tortured, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
Adal's clone followed closely, making a slight trembling sound, and a golden light firmly bound Sal, who hated iron but couldn't make steel:
"Thall, you are the great savior, the moral model of Azeroth, the benevolent and kind-hearted chief of the tribe, how could you do such a thing."
"It's unfair. I really didn't do this. You should know that Lakish can defeat me with one finger." Sal said with a painful expression.
Velen hurriedly used holy light to treat Lakish. As a result, the holy light conflicted with the evil energy, and Lakish screamed even louder.
Thanks to Adal taking out a green pill, the magic medicine from the Burning Legion, Lakish's injury was stabilized.
"Child? Tell me? What happened? Father makes the decision for you." Velen asked with tears in his eyes.
Lakish trembled and said: "It's Thrall. He and a bald orc came to visit? He actually attacked me secretly."
Viren raised his head, his eyes full of hatred, and sneered:
"Thall, the great savior? Are you the great hero of Azeroth? My son accidentally offended you, so he deserves to be tortured like this? I, the father, will apologize on my behalf."
Thrall was so aggrieved that he almost cried: "It's really not me. How could I dare to be an enemy of the general of the Burning Legion? Even if you give me a hundred courages, I wouldn't dare."
Adal was the calmest, thought for a while and said:
"I don't think this is Thrall's doing? No one among the orcs can defeat Lakish. Of course? Everything must be based on evidence. There is a method of returning light and shadow in the Holy Light spell. Let me use it for everyone? Let's see.
Whoever harmed Rakish with the intention of destroying the cooperation between the Holy Light and the Burning Legion will be unforgivable."
Adar's clone shot out streaks of light? Holy light flashed? The images in the room began to flow backwards.
I saw Lakish returning to the room with two orc beauties? After closing the door tightly, he began to take off his clothes.
Just when everyone was looking forward to it, suddenly, Lakish showed his fierce look, opened his bloody mouth, and ate the two orc beauties completely, not even the bones were left.
Adal said calmly: "It is my honor, Adal, to entertain distinguished guests with a useless maid."
Rakish was full and was about to go to bed when he suddenly heard a knock on the door and opened the door impatiently, only to see Thrall and a bald orc coming to visit.
When the bald orc came up, he slapped his face, pointed at Lakish's nose and asked:
"You are the one who made Thrall kneel down? Lakish, who do you think you are? Just like your father Velen, you are just food for the orcs. I killed tens of thousands of trash like you in Shattrath City."
, kneel down and lick Sal’s toes, and I’ll spare your life.”
Lakish was furious and stretched out his palm to grab the bald orc.
The bald orc came forward and crushed Lakish's hand, then grabbed his throat, grabbed his huge body, and slammed him into the wall again and again.
The hard kryptonite wall soon developed cracks. Lakish's bones were broken and his tendons were broken. He vomited blood and kept wailing for mercy.
The bald orc ignored him and continued to torture Lakish until he collapsed on the ground like mud.
"Velan's family are all trash, I'm a coward, and my son is a coward." The bald orc laughed loudly and walked away with Thrall.
Not long after, Sal returned, and Lakish happened to wake up, and the scene just happened.
Velen stood up, pointed at Thrall and cried:
"Thall, I am extremely benevolent to the orcs. When the orcs went to war against the draenei, I ordered the draenei to give up their advanced weapons and only use holy light and brute force to fight the orcs. It was I who took the draenei away.
I sent people to be slaughtered by orcs, and watched their corpses litter the fields, but you actually treated me like this, Holy Light, I feel wronged, I can’t live anymore.”
Adal sighed: "This matter is related to the cooperation between the Holy Light Legion and the Burning Legion. It is better to reduce the big issue to a trivial matter. Thrall, I don't blame you. As long as you hand over the bald orc, the matter will be over."
"
Sal's heart was filled with pain, and he implored feebly: "This really has nothing to do with me, can't you see it? This is a frame-up, and I am really unjust."
Viren held Lakish's head and burst into tears:
"Thall, the evidence is in front of you, but you still want to deny it. My son is only over 20,000 years old. He is still a child. The young people in Azeroth are so ungrateful. Look at my child.
His eyes were so clear, so innocent, so friendly, yet he massacred hundreds of planets, each of which had only a hundred billion living beings. He was so kind and merciful, yet he was treated unfairly. Is there any justice? Holy Light
, you open your eyes and see, kind people are suffering."
Adal sighed sympathetically: "We all see Rakish's kindness. Velen, don't worry, you have made great contributions in order to facilitate the two armies of the Holy Light and the Burning to carve up Azeroth. This matter cannot be ignored.
Forget it, I promise to do my best to track down the murderer and not let good people be wronged."
After saying that, he turned to look at Sal:
"Thall, I am very optimistic about your future. You have great potential. You should not make such a stupid mistake. If you can turn back and hand over the bald orc, I guarantee that you will still be the savior of Azeroth.
"
Sal panicked and didn't know what to do. He rolled his eyes, thought of a way, and shouted:
"Angel of God, come and save me."
"Angel, could it be that...he is also in the manor?" Viren stopped crying for a moment and took a breath.
Adal was also surprised, the light kept flickering like a candle in the wind.
The two of them thought of a doubt together: it was impossible for the orcs to defeat Lakish.
If the bald orc is the envoy of the Moon God, everything would make sense.
The envoy was hiding in the dark and observing. He didn't want to show his face, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain clearly.