Thrall held Dalaran's mage high and tore it into pieces with the most cruel method. Blood fell like rain. His violent and bloodthirsty welcome was greeted by bursts of cheers from the orcs, and a roaring tsunami.
When the day of success finally comes, the orcs finally no longer need to be patient or cover up the bloody nature hidden deep in their hearts. They tear off the mask of disguise and reveal the same cruel and ruthless nature as their ferocious appearance.
The envoys of all ethnic groups were all horrified and trembling under this fear.
Azeroth is a relatively civilized world.
The closeness and harmony between the elves and nature, the humans running in the wilderness, establishing kingdoms, and developing humility and etiquette, the wine of the dwarves and the wisdom of the dwarves are all working towards order.
Even conspiracies must be hidden behind a gentle appearance.
Never before have I seen such naked brutality from orcs.
Thrall devoured the delicious flesh and blood, showing a cruel smile.
An orc came over and hooked the bloody Jaina off the wall. Since getting help from Medivh and absorbing a few spell-stealing dragons, Jaina has become something like a demilich. She is not that easy.
die.
Sal stood on the throne, held up the nineteen-meter-high crown, and announced loudly:.
"Bring a message to your king and tell them what happened today. Tell your king that if they are willing to coexist peacefully with us, we can start commercial cooperation with them at any time, as long as you can dedicate some of the flesh and blood of your people to let
We orcs are well fed. If you insist on going to war, the enemies you will encounter will be unprecedented. We were very powerful fifty years ago, but compared with us now, it is nothing worth mentioning. Your kindness
Luck has allowed you to survive two wars with us. Now luck is not on your side. If you don't want to die, cut off your flesh. Otherwise, the destruction of the Kingdom of Lordaeron will be your example."
"I am very sure that you can convey my threats and wishes to your king in an appropriate way. We orcs are invincible. We will succeed because our goal is just and great. I, Aize
The savior of Lars, the great orc chief, and the invincible dragon-slaying warrior Thrall, hereby declare that I am the only great king, and you are just humble ants, becoming the slaves or military rations of the orcs."
"This, how unbecoming is this!"
Even though the envoys from all the nations recognized the greed of the orcs, no one expected that Thrall would threaten to declare war during the enthronement ceremony. Looking at the bloody corpse under the throne, no one dared to protest.
Orcs are a typical war race. Only constant war, constant killing, and constant destruction can allow them to survive.
Now that they have a firm foothold in Azeroth, peace is impossible and war is about to burn.
The various races in Azeroth that advocate peace have obviously not adapted to this rhythm.
"Now, the banquet officially begins."
A large group of orcs came up with plates. After opening them, they were all filled with plates of fresh flesh and blood.
The flesh and blood had not been cleaned, and even remained in their original state. The envoys all changed color after seeing it, and many envoys bent over and vomited, trembling all over.
"I believe you all know what kind of meat this is. If you don't want to be eaten by us orcs, then eat meat with us to celebrate. This will be your beginning and your end."
Thrall laughed loudly, looking at the pale faces of the envoys and the embarrassment of their vomiting. Thrall believed that what he was facing was just a group of little sheep. How could such a cowardly enemy compete with the might of the orcs?
Teacher confrontation.
Sal took a sip of the wine mixed with blood, and suddenly felt a sense of ecstasy.
He seemed to see the orc tribe multiplying more and more, and the powerful and bloodthirsty orc warriors filled the land. They conquered, they killed, they destroyed cities, they exterminated living creatures, they wiped out everything, and they ate everything.
The raging war burned and swallowed up the entire Azeroth.
Only superior orcs are qualified to live in this world.
The banquet soon fell into chaos. The orcs happily ate meat and drank wine. The envoys all had bitter expressions on their faces. They were coerced by the orcs around them and forced them to eat bloody meat. It was a farce and complete chaos.
The ancient gate rumbled open, and the heavy suspension bridge lowered. Alsace strode past, followed by silent soldiers. He walked on the cold corridor and watched the chaos around him with cold eyes.
Arthas raised his head out of habit and looked at his father's balcony. Unfortunately, there were no flowerpots representing his father's mood, only groups of violent and bloodthirsty orcs.
My father is dead, the prosperous Lordaeron has become a thing of the past, the beautiful roses have withered, leaving only dry branches.
However, the roots of Lordaeron are still there, hope is not lost, and the dawn is about to come.
"That's Prince Arthas." A dwarf exclaimed.
"Why is he here?" The dwarf envoy spat out the raw meat in his mouth and exclaimed in shock: "Oh my God, what a big sword!"
"I heard that Uther, the Lightbringer, raised a team in Andorhal and publicly accused Arthas of being a traitor, saying that he was destined to destroy the continent of Azeroth."
"Sal!"
Arthas raised Frostmourne and shouted loudly.
Thrall, who was lying on the throne, was frightened. The nineteen-meter crown on his head fell off, and precious gems were scattered on the ground.
"Alsace?" Thrall saw the visitor clearly and laughed sarcastically:
"You dare to disturb my coronation ceremony. You dare to come to Lordaeron, which has hundreds of thousands of orcs. You are asking for death. I will use your blood to sacrifice the flag and write a new chapter of the orcs' conquest. Orc Warrior
They, tear him apart."
Groups of orcs came in from all directions. The orcs did not care about noble envoys or diplomatic etiquette. Envoys who could not dodge were directly slaughtered. The violent orcs surrounded the corridor area.
Arthas raised Frostmourne like a door panel and sang loudly:
"Darkness shrouds, the light is absent, and the power of the dead descends into the world."
The ground shook, and the Royal City of Lordaeron was caught in a major earthquake. Countless houses collapsed. Ancient Lordaeron was almost instantly turned into ruins. The cracks on the ground cracked, revealing countless white skeletons.
The dark power of the dead gushes out from the cracks and converges in the direction of Alsace from all directions, forming a huge tornado. Except for the central area, which is safe, anyone who dares to get close will be turned into fly ash.
"What power is this?"
Thrall realized something was wrong, and quickly retreated to the throne room, surrounded by his guards.
"Darkness is coming, the dead are resurrected, natural disasters are coming, and blood debts must be repaid with blood. People of Lordaeron, please return from the world of the dead!"
Countless dead souls howled, rushed out from the ground, and rushed into the bones below the crack.
These are the bones of the people of Lordaeron who were massacred by the orcs. Now they have finally been seen again. They crawled out of their graves, staggered towards the streets, and let out horrifying roars.
The people who were insulted, oppressed, and eaten alive finally had their moment of revenge.
"Frostmourne, Frostmourne!"
Thousands of dead souls chanted together, and the power of the dead was injected into Frostmourne, lighting up the runes on the sword.
Frostmourne played its role, the power of the runes of the dead covered the whole city, and the resurrected weak skeletons were evolving and mutating.
Some of them grew sharp claws and teeth, some were covered with thick bone armor, and some even grew putrid flesh and blood, becoming huge abominations.
Ghosts and banshees shuttled among the undead, death knights mounted war horses, and groups of lich waved staffs.
A real army of the undead appears. (To be continued)