Chapter eight hundred and seventeen: Auger situation one
"Impossible, you are deceiving me." The monster roared: "The Old Gods of Azeroth will not pay attention to the outer realm, and the Titan Guardians will not cross the Dark Portal. How can a group of mortals want to defeat me? Unless
The Scourge has joined the fight?"
Robbie shook his head: "The Scourge Legion has no interest in the outer world. Have you forgotten? Thrall is a minion of the Burning Legion. In the near future, Thrall will plan a burning expedition to attack the Black Temple."
The monster was startled after hearing this and murmured: "Burning Legion?"
The Burning Legion never pays attention to integrity and is used to soliciting and betraying. Compared with "Illidan" who is difficult to control and has no meritorious achievements, the Legion obviously trusts Thrall more.
The monsters left the Frozen Throne, and the howling cold wind of Icecrown Glacier stopped. After this battle to conquer the Lich King ended, it was far from exciting.
Garg the Big Candle was not satisfied with this. Although he did not go deep into the Icecrown Glacier at all, the kobolds could not withstand the biting cold wind.
Helpless, Big Candle Garg could only refer to rumors and compile a wonderful story about Illidan's attack on the Frozen Throne.
It is vividly described that Illidan cast a spell to destroy the ice coffin. Arthas fell into weakness and had no choice but to enter Northrend to try to merge with Ner'zhul. Sylvanas took the opportunity to escape from the Scourge.
Especially the duel between Illidan and Arthas under the Frozen Throne gave countless bards jobs.
Durotar, an orc village.
A disgraced orc threw himself into the manure pit at the entrance of the village, not forgetting to breathe underwater. Not long after he sank into the manure pit, he heard a group of pursuers rushing into the village, searching from house to house, but finally found nothing, and left cursing.
The orc cautiously poked his head out of the manure pit, his eyes shining with color.
"Damn Saurfang, I will never forget the shame you brought upon me."
This orc is Thrall. After the Burning Legion repaired his body, he was supposed to return to Orgrimmar smoothly. Unexpectedly, there was a transmission failure and he was separated from the guards and landed on the beach of Durotar. Thrall
To be sure, this must be a conspiracy.
Thrall was careful enough not to rush back to Orgrimmar and enter the nearby villages as an adventurer to inquire for information.
Saurfang concealed the news of Thrall's disappearance, and instead issued a wanted order. He only said that there was a sinister and vicious orc who dared to impersonate the great savior Thrall, and almost deceived Agna, the most beautiful orc beauty, causing the savior to
's rage.
This orc's crime is unforgivable. Once captured, he will be executed immediately without approval. Those who have done meritorious service will be made a general and will be rewarded with ten beautiful orcs.
For this reason, the orcs in Durotar went crazy, searching everywhere for this insidious liar who looked like Thrall.
In a village just ahead, Thrall was recognized in a tavern and fled in a hurry. If it weren't for this cesspit, he would have been torn to pieces by numerous orcs.
The situation was in danger, and Thrall knew that if he wanted to save the situation and become the warchief again, he must return to Orgrimmar and return to the bodyguards. Eitrigg could still be trusted.
But between Durotar and Orgrimmar, there are countless orc soldiers who dream of being promoted and marrying beautiful women, and their eyes are red, searching for traces of themselves.
"What should I do?"
Except for his own bodyguard, Thrall has no one he can trust. Vol'jin of the Darkspear tribe, Thrall is always wary of him. Thrall cannot trust Jaina of Theramore even more. He has not forgotten to bite him.
Women usually hold grudges for losing Jaina's hand.
Thrall knew very well that for the purpose of controlling the orcs, the Burning Legion would never do anything to Saurfang, but would secretly support him.
It is not reliable to go to the Burning Legion for help. Who knows what these demons think, or they have already planned to replace the orc chief.
There is only one way to go now, to seek help from Guardian Medivh. After all, Thrall lived in Karazhan when he was a boy and was trained by Medivh himself, and Saurfang is a failed creation of the Burning Legion.
Thrall does not understand arcane magic and cannot open the portal to enter Karazhan directly.
Fortunately, Medivh's mother Aegwynn was visiting Theramore, and she had to find a way to avoid Jaina and meet Aegwynn.
Having made up his mind, Thrall looked for a pond, washed off his filth, and walked along the coastline in the direction of Theramore. He was cautious along the way. Thanks to his good shaman spells, he successfully avoided several waves of searches.
who.
The Northern Castle is the gateway to Theramore. This castle has never been repaired and has been in a dilapidated appearance since the beginning. The walls are low and there are holes everywhere.
Jaina sent soldiers who disobeyed her control here. Orcs attacked regularly and killed the guards to make hard meat jerky, so it was also nicknamed Orgrimmar's meat warehouse.
In the northern castle, the orcs have never had any scruples. The tavern inside is specially used to entertain the orcs. If they are happy after drinking, they can randomly grab a guard to serve as a meal.
Thrall covered his head and face with the clothes he had stolen along the way and pretended to be a wandering adventurer. When the human guards guarding the city saw that he was a noble orc, they let him go without saying a word.
Approaching the tavern of the Northern Castle, Sal almost fainted from anger. He did not expect that the wanted notice was posted here. The wall at the entrance of the tavern was covered with Sal's portrait.
At this moment, Thrall was tired and hungry. He thought that this was human territory after all, and the orcs should be more than that reckless, so he ventured into the tavern to fill his stomach first.
The bartender brought hard dried meat and the orc soldiers' favorite absinthe. Thrall ate meat and drank wine. At the same time, he did not forget to observe his surroundings. Not far from Thrall, several orc soldiers dismembered a dwarf.
Stuttering and eating meat.
A dwarf colleague, a dwarf musketeer, stood aside waiting to collect the corpse. An orc raised his wine glass and shouted: "For Azeroth."
"For Azeroth." The dwarf musketeer agreed helplessly.
"Haha, you dwarves have made contributions to Azeroth." The orc patted the dwarf musketeer on the shoulder and said, "It's just that the taste of the meat is really unflattering."
"If I hadn't believed the lies of the Dove of Peace, I wouldn't have come to this place." The dwarf musketeer muttered dissatisfiedly: "May Jaina's soul never rest in peace."
"May the souls of Jaina and King Terenas never rest in peace." The Alliance soldiers in the tavern whispered together.
At this moment, the orc soldiers discovered the suspicious Thrall. Several strong soldiers exchanged glances and quietly approached Thrall, while two other soldiers blocked the exit.
It seemed that a fierce battle was inevitable. Thrall thought to himself that he could barely fill his stomach. He carefully observed his surroundings and looked for a way to break out of the encirclement.
The door of the tavern was pushed open by a huge force, and the whole tavern shook. The orc soldiers looked at the door angrily, and immediately withdrew their gaze, as if nothing had happened, and continued to stare at Thrall.
Two tall figures appeared at the door. Although they had the characteristics of orcs, they were half a head taller than ordinary orcs, their faces were more ferocious, and their bodies were stronger.
Thrall had seen a lot and recognized that they were a pair of hybrids, a hybrid of an ogre and an orc.