Looking at the tortured Rexxa on the ground, Jaina burst into hearty laughter.
Jaina didn't like orcs, and especially hated these savage and ugly creatures. If she was given the chance to choose, she would prefer to deal with those elegant human nobles, or the delicate-looking, polite elves.
She didn't want to mix with dirty orcs from the bottom of her heart. Every time she recalled the past, she always felt like fate was playing tricks on people.
A rare opportunity to torture a warrior of the Horde, especially a great hero like Rexxar, who is highly respected by both the Alliance and the Horde, standing tall like a mountain, watching this admired hero being humiliated in his own hands.
, as weak as a kobold, making her feel a strange sense of pleasure.
A sense of pleasure surged into her heart. Seeing Rexxa break several bones, in agony, begging loudly for mercy, Jaina smiled like a flower, a strange flush appeared on her cheeks, and her eyes were slightly blurred:
"Rexa, you should be grateful to me. I saved you from being eaten by Thrall and provided you with fresh flesh and blood. You should be grateful. Now, tell me, where is that sword?"
"What sword?" Rexxar pretended to be confused. When he saw Jaina's face turned cold, he hurriedly said: "That sword is in the bedroom, under my pillow."
Jaina was unwilling to walk into this dirty stone house. She stretched out her right hand, a purple arm stretched out for dozens of meters, turned into Lexa's room, smashed the big stone that was used as a pillow with one punch, and grabbed
Pick up a radiant sword.
This is the magic hand of the mage. Jaina is playing with the cold sword. The ancient elven sword Theramene is composed of two magical elven swords, Shalator and Eremene. Thrall gave it to
Lexa's reward.
Jaina is an archmage. She is not very interested in warrior weapons, otherwise she would have snatched them away.
She separated the sword, leaving only Sharathol, hesitated, and sent Eremeni back to Rexxar's bedroom.
She knew very well that the fake King Varian had a highly skilled Rogue by his side. She could not guarantee that she would be able to hide Eremeni in Theramore without being stolen. It would be safer to stay here in Rexxar.
"Protect this sword, or I will definitely take off your head." Jaina threatened, holding the Elven Sword Shala'ator and walking away. Rexxar, who was lying on the ground, struggled to stand up, like a broken sword.
The spring is average.
Rexxar has the blood of an ogre, and his regeneration ability is very strong, and his broken bones will grow back quickly.
But after being insulted by Jaina, Rexxar was extremely angry at this time. He opened the human bone cage, grabbed two human soldiers like chickens, threw them roughly on the chopping board, raised two meat-cleaving axes, and chopped them vigorously.
, venting the anger in his heart, flesh and blood spattered, and blood once again filled the black-red ground.
Handel was so frightened that he finally understood how a hybrid child born from two ferocious races, ogres and orcs, could be a kind person. Rexxar, the warrior of the tribe, was more ferocious than ordinary ogres and orcs.
Lexa was seriously injured, and after killing two human soldiers, he returned to his room to rest.
The little chef came out of the corner and carefully comforted the frightened brown bear Misha. When he looked up, he saw Handel's different expression and asked strangely: "What does that expression mean?"
Handel's eyes were full of hatred, and the fearful look had faded away, replaced by a kind of calmness and persistence. He said expressionlessly:
"I want revenge. I want revenge on Jaina, Rexxar, Thrall, and all the executioners who deceived me and whose hands are stained with human blood. I swear, even if I die, I will become an undead.
They take revenge."
"Good, very good." The little chef looked excited. He pointed to the nails driven into the bones of his ankles and the long chain trailing behind him:
"I'm finished, but you still have hope. You must get out alive and tell people what happened here, tell people Jaina's true face, and tell everyone that these tribal heroes are a group of bloodthirsty beasts."
"Then what do you do?" Handel asked hurriedly.
"Me?" the little chef smiled miserably: "One life for another, leaving the hope of revenge. This deal is not a loss, just die here. If you have the chance to return to the Kingdom of Storm, I hope you will go to the lakeside
Town, tell my favorite Lisa...forget it, there is no point anymore, let him let the past go."
The little chef opened the human bone cage, looked away, closed his eyes and shouted: "Let's go, go quickly, get out of here, don't make me regret it."
Handel bowed respectfully to the little chef and hurriedly turned around and left.
The little man was lying on his back on the ground, with a relieved smile on his lips. He knew that he was dead, and Lexa would definitely chop him into pieces when he woke up.
But it was all worth it. He closed his eyes and recalled the happy time with Lisa.
Handel escaped from the small canyon and looked at the red vines that covered the entire canyon. He realized that these vines were stained red with blood. At this moment, he didn't know where to go. Walking in the dirty swamp, he suddenly thought
Why not go back to Theramore? He is just an ordinary soldier. How could Jaina recognize him?
He wants to gather strength secretly, he wants to unite all the forces that are against Jaina, and he wants to take revenge on Jaina.
Theramore, the scenic pier, the sparkling sea, and occasionally one or two seagulls flying over.
With a flattering look on her face, Jaina respectfully presented a sword to Experimental Subject No. 5.
"The Elven Divine Sword Shala'ator, a sword used by a pair of twin warriors during the War of the Ancients, and the other one named Eremeni, is also in my hand. This is a deposit paid in advance. King Varian, do you feel
The sincerity of Theramore?"
Experimental Subject No. 5 had known that this would happen, so he didn't feel any surprise. He took Sharatol lightly, looked at it casually, and handed it to Robbie:
"It's not bad. There are not even a thousand but eight hundred of these weapons in our warehouse in Stormwind City. In my eyes, they are just scraps of metal. Of course, what I need is Theramore's attitude, not the weapons."
Value, for the barren Theramore, you can come up with such a weapon, I feel your sincerity."
Jaina was so angry. Even in Silvermoon City, which had lasted for thousands of years, the Elven Divine Sword Theramene was one of the most valuable artifacts. Who dares to say that it was just scrap metal.
But Jaina still had to smile: "King Varian, should we start negotiations with the tribe? Thrall has been waiting on Orkaz Island for a long time."
Experimental Subject No. 5 chuckled, stared at Jaina and said: "Ms. Jaina, I feel your sincerity, so I will keep my promise and agree to negotiate peace with the tribe, but the location will be determined by me."
"What kind of unexpected development is this?" Jaina was a little confused and said with a smile: "What's wrong with Orcaz Island? It's quiet and beautiful, and Theramore can guarantee your safety."
Experimental Subject No. 5 remained silent, just lowering his head and drinking tea. Robbie on the side explained:
"Ms. Jaina, you don't know something. There are records in the ancient Kingdom of Stormwind. A super evil archmage once lived on Orcaz Island. He conducted many vicious experiments and still has many dangerous magic circles.
.Of course this is not your fault, after all, Theramore is far behind compared to the historical foundation and intelligence collection."
What a hell! Jaina almost fainted.
"So, King Varian, where do you think the negotiation venue should be more appropriate?"
Jaina held back her anger and asked with a smile on her face.
Experimental Subject No. 5 blinked: "I'm a casual person. Let's go to the Northern Castle first." (To be continued)