Jaina was filled with hatred. You are not King Varian at all. Why do you want the power of the Wolf God?
Experimental Subject No. 5, however, acted matter-of-factly. He glared hard at Jaina, grabbed a piece of barbecue and put it into his mouth, chewing the bones together. As a result, he choked so much that he almost lost his breath.
Thinking of Aegwynn's request, Jaina managed to maintain a perfect smile.
"Your Majesty the King, we have always kept our promises. As long as you reach an agreement with the tribe, the power of the wild demigods will be given to you with both hands. We will also give you the law of immortality so that you will always be the king of the Kingdom of Stormwind."
Experimental Subject No. 5 finally vomited out the bone stuck in his throat, and before he could recover, Robbie on the side said rudely: "His Majesty the King does not trust you, just like Dai Lin, the commander-in-chief of the Kul Tiras Navy.
The result of his trust in you is to turn into a miserable undead, Ms. Jaina, your trust is not worth a copper coin."
Jaina was furious at this naked irony. She tried her best to endure her anger and was silent for a long time before saying: "Your Majesty the King, you will soon see my sincerity, the sincerity from Theramore."
Jaina needs something to dispel fake Varian's concerns. Of course, the real purpose is to bribe Robbie.
Dustwallow Marsh, a dark canyon, is covered with blood-red vines. It is dark and humid without seeing the light all year round. The rocks here are stained red with blood, exuding a strong smell of blood.
Handel had not had a drop of water for three days and three nights. He was locked in a cage made of bones, his face was stained with blood, he was horribly emaciated, he was groggy, and his whole person was in a state of semi-collapse.
At the hearing in Stormwind City, the young noble Handel protested against the Black Dragon Princess's slander of Ms. Jaina, so he was sent to Theramore. He had the opportunity to refuse, as long as he apologized. However, he served Ms. Jaina.
It was his ideal, so he happily went to Theramore.
Handel, who was born into a minor nobleman, had a group of like-minded friends, as well as some servants and servants, and formed a small team of more than a dozen people. They sold off their family property and purchased weapons and armor.
If a person has no ideals, what is the difference between him and a salted fish?
Handel has always felt that he is very ideal. He has the blood and passion of a young man and is willing to dedicate everything to his idol, the great and beautiful Jaina. If it is possible to meet Thrall, Rexxar, Vol'jin, Kai
Tribal warriors like En, the heroes he admired, were even willing to pay the price with their lives.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Not long after arriving in Theramore, his small team was on patrol and strayed into this dangerous canyon, and all of them became prisoners.
There was such a dangerous area so close to Theramore. Handel felt that he had to find a way to escape, even at the risk of his life, all for the sake of the beautiful Lady Jaina.
Blah, blah!
This was the sound of chains colliding, and Handel shivered, knowing that the devil was coming again.
An ugly-looking monster appeared outside the cage. He had distinct orc characteristics. His fangs were not as sharp as those of an orc, but they were stronger. This monster was extremely tall and stronger than an ordinary orc. It had bronze-colored muscles that looked like lumps.
Like a rock.
The monster looked at the several humans imprisoned in the cage. They were all Handel's companions and his best friends. The monster opened the cage and stretched out the chain, entangled one of Handel's friends, and then threw it on a huge chopping board.
superior.
Just three days ago, this humanoid monster attacked Handel's patrol.
To be honest, this monster is not very powerful except for its strange strength. Handel's team includes archers, a mage apprentice, several well-trained warriors and paladins. The reason why he was captured is because
The entire team is in a weak state.
Whether due to acclimatization or food poisoning, Handel's team all fell ill as soon as they approached the canyon. They wanted to put off their illness to complete the investigation mission, but who would have thought that near Theramore, under Jaina's eyes,
There is actually a terrifying monster living in seclusion.
The humanoid monster held two meat-cleaving axes and chopped at Handel's companions vigorously. The whining and begging for mercy soon stopped, leaving only the remains of flesh and blood splashing everywhere and the blood flowing freely.
The monster made a whimpering roar and cursed someone while slashing, as if venting its anger.
Handel listened carefully and vaguely seemed to be.
"Sal!"
"This ugly monster is the enemy of the great savior Thrall." Handel concluded that he prayed to the Holy Light in his heart, hoping that Jaina would save him.
After chopping up Handel's companions, the monster threw away the meat cleaver and seemed to feel tired. He went to the next door room and fell asleep, and soon remembered the deafening snoring.
Then, a small human came out with a long chain on his right leg, which was nailed directly to the ankle bone and had already grown together.
The little man limped, picked up the meat on the chopping board, and threw it into the hot cauldron aside.
"Help me!"
Handel observed this little man. Every time the humanoid monster vented its anger, this little man would pick up the meat on the chopping board, cook it and eat it before the monster. After three days of observation, Handel understood that this little man and himself
Same, he is also a prisoner here, he is the chef, and he is the food.
The little man looked at Handel with turbid eyes, suddenly thought of something, and hurried to the kitchen, took out an iron pan with greasy pan water in it, and muttered: "You can't die!"
For Handel, who had not had a drop of water for three days, this was undoubtedly a rare delicacy. He took a big sip himself and also gave it to his companions.
"Don't you want to run away?" Handel asked in a low voice while the other party took away the iron pot.
"Escape?" The little man's eyes showed a glimmer of light, and he whispered: "You have a way."
"Let me out. I will go back to Theramore and ask Ms. Jaina for help. This place is very close to Theramore. I swear, I will definitely rescue you." Handel said urgently, this was his only hope.
There was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of the little man's mouth. He looked Handel up and down and asked: "Looking at your attire, you seem to be a noble. Why, are there idiots like you among the nobles?"
"Idiot?" Handel was stunned and at a loss for words.
The little man showed a fierce look and cursed fiercely: "If I hadn't believed you damn nobles, how could I have foolishly gone to Theramore to do business? My family, my friends, and my caravan were all destroyed.
The monster ate it."
"You have to believe me, I will definitely avenge you."
In order to survive, Handel had to plead again:
"This is Theramore. The beautiful Lady Jaina protects the people here, as well as Thrall, Saurfang, and Rexxar. They are all heroes of the tribe and will never tolerate such a bloodthirsty monster living here.
world."
"That's very well said!" The little man smiled mysteriously: "You must admire Lexa very much?"
"Of course, Rexxar is a true hero. He has made an indelible contribution to the peace of the Alliance and the Horde. What is even more valuable is that he rejected Thrall's invitation, retired after his success, and was willing to become a wanderer.
"Hendel said with a serious expression, his admiration was beyond words.
"It's really interesting! Those nobles have made countless lies to deceive us, and now some nobles are also fooled." The little man chuckled: "Since you admire Rexxar so much, I will grant you the highest honor of the tribe and give you
Make a delicious meal and let your most admired hero eat you bite by bite. I guarantee that you will still be alive when he eats the last piece of your flesh."
Handel immediately felt horrified after hearing this. This little man must be crazy.
Wait, the most admired hero? Is it?
The little man pointed at the sleeping monster next door and said sarcastically:
"He is your most admired hero of the tribe, Rexxar. All your companions were eaten by him." (To be continued)