Eight hundred and fortieth chapters: three questions about Sal
From a distance, Robbie, who had been observing the battle, felt incredible.
Marcus, the human paladin, was not very powerful in his own right. He probably accidentally offended the moon god Elune and was forcibly transported to the Sea Kingship, where he became the last victim.
However, he suddenly burst out with super strength, jumped out of the deck unexpectedly, killed all the orc soldiers in an instant, led Dai Lin and his subordinates to escape, and disappeared without a trace.
Apparently, a mysterious existence lent him power. Robbie smelled a conspiracy and was able to do tricks under the eyes of the moon god Elune. Robbie suspected that this power came from the void.
The few surviving tribal heroes stared at the pile of minced meat on the deck, all dumbfounded.
Whether Admiral Dai Lin is dead or not is difficult to tell from a pile of minced meat. After all, there is no genetic technology in this era.
Among the pile of minced meat, there were armor fragments and broken weapons. It could be distinguished that those belonged to the orc soldiers and those belonged to the Kul Tirans. Dailin's magic sword and gun were intact and were placed there.
Beside the pile of minced meat.
Judging from the broken armor and weapons, Dai Lin and his subordinates were already killed.
Jaina slowly floated down and picked up her father's sword and gun.
When everyone was inexplicably surprised, the clever Lexa was the first to react and shouted loudly: "It was I who killed the evil admiral Dai Lin and chopped him into pieces."
Renekton immediately echoed: "Yes, it was our brothers who killed Admiral Dailin. We are great tribal warriors. Ms. Jaina, please bear witness for us."
Jaina's face was as dark as water, she was probably thinking about something, and she nodded imperceptibly.
Lorkhan is so hateful that his two sharp fangs can't help but tremble. Although the current situation is unclear, Thrall will definitely need a warrior to stand up and gain the honor of killing Daelin.
Whoever admits it first will get the credit, and Jaina is there to prove it.
This is the opportunity in life. If you fail to seize the opportunity at the critical moment, you will fall behind at every turn.
Lorkhan seemed to have seen that the two brothers Rexxar and Renekton had become famous because of killing Admiral Daelin, and they had become popular men around Thrall, great tribal warriors.
From then on, he became famous in Orgrimmar, standing on his head and giving orders.
When Lorkhan was regretting it, Kane Bloodhoof immediately saw the direction of the wind clearly. He came close to the Rexxar brothers and said flatteringly: "These two heroes are unparalleled and have unparalleled courage. They are truly the warriors of the tribe, Ogre."
My great hero, please take good care of me in the future."
Lockhan was so angry that he almost gritted his teeth. Jaina suddenly said: "I see, the two brothers Rexxar and Renekton have made outstanding contributions to the tribe. You are very good."
Even Jaina took a stand, giving credit to the two brothers.
Lorkhan could only sigh helplessly and accept this reality. Jaina was obviously wrong about the situation. If she jumped out first, she would also gain Jaina's support.
Jaina sent several tribal heroes back to the orcs, and steered the Sea King slowly towards Theramore. Aegwynn was stunned for a long time, and she was also wondering in her heart who rescued Dailin, but the orcs were
The winner can only assume that Dai Lin is dead.
The Kul Tiran fleet disappeared, Admiral Daelin was "killed", and the war between Kul Tiras and the Horde came to an end. Because the fleet was still there and Admiral Daelin's whereabouts were unknown, Orgrimmar did not dare
The persecution was too severe, and the Kingdom of Kul Tiras was finally saved.
Thrall was overjoyed, and immediately made the two Rexxar brothers generals, with a military rank above King Saurfang. The reputation of the two quickly spread throughout the orc army, and they became true tribal warriors.
Lockhan was unhappy about missing the opportunity, so he went to Wo'jin for a drink. After a few glasses of wine, he couldn't help but sigh:
"Brothers, the two brothers Rexxar and Renekton have accomplished such extraordinary feats and saved the tribe from danger. In addition, they are Thrall's people. They will surely become prosperous in the future. In this tribe from now on, we will
It all depends on the look in the eyes of the two Rexxar brothers. This is all my fault, I failed to seize the opportunity and missed the opportunity."
After hearing this, Wo'jin smiled slightly and filled up a cup for Lockhan: "Congratulations to you, Lockhan."
Lockhan was puzzled and asked: "What's the joy?"
Wo Jin's small eyes flashed with a cunning light: "Our troll family has a long history. There has been a saying since ancient times: after a great reward, there will be a catastrophe. You failed to become a warrior of the tribe. This is your luck, so you are
congratulations."
Lockhan was confused when he heard this, and only heard Vol'jin explain calmly: "You must remember that all glory should go to Thrall. In this war, the reputations of the two brothers Rexxar and Renekton will be lost."
The price has risen so much that it even beat Sal. Do you think Sal will be willing to do so?"
"this!"
Lorkhan took a breath. Yes, in this crucial war that affected the life and death of the tribe, Thrall was not even as good as Kane Bloodhoof, who charged into the battle.
In order to maintain his leadership position, Thrall must take necessary measures, otherwise his position will be difficult to protect. Killing one person as a warning to others is often the most effective method.
Wo'jin drank a glass of wine and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Thall probably hasn't realized his crisis yet. When he really understands, he may not take action on the two Rexxar brothers. In order to prevent the wrath of Thunder from falling on our heads."
Come on, we must help Thrall."
After a great victory, a celebration is held as usual.
Orgrimmar was decorated with lights and colors, and people took to the streets to welcome the team that returned from the victory.
Thrall was riding the thunder dragon that was paid tribute by the Zandalar Empire and was walking at the front of the team. He was originally in a good mood. Suddenly, his ears moved and he heard a discordant sound.
They were a group of female orcs dressed in fancy clothes and wearing heavy makeup.
One of the female orcs jumped up and shouted: "Look, look, those two are the warriors of the tribe, brothers Rexxar and Renekton, they are so handsome!"
"Wow! Wow! They are really strong, with ferocious faces, ferocious muscles, and tall bodies. They are so attractive. I like them so much." A female orc was committing a nymphomaniac.
"Let me see, they are my idols. I miss them every night and can't sleep." Another female orc said shyly.
Although Thrall was unhappy, he didn't take it to heart. At this time, a female orc stood on the street and shouted at the guard driving the Brontosaurus:
"Which blind guy owns this Thunder Dragon? You block this girl's view of the tribal warriors. You idiot and incompetent waste, get out of the way."
"Give way?"
Thrall was shocked when he heard this. The two brothers Rexxar and Renekton were already ambitious, and now they have made great achievements. They are the biggest threat to his position.
They must be eliminated while they are still young, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.
Thrall had not met a group of female orcs, and had already made up his mind silently.