Azeroth’s Death Track

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The low chime of the bell rings in the evening, signifying the end of the day's work.

The people in the medieval civilization period did not have much entertainment, so every time this time comes, the tavern business in the streets and alleys of Lordaeron City is always very good, but today is an exception. At this time point, the bustling streets are almost There was no one there, and even the owners of the taverns had locked the doors.

The traces left by the city's attack 2 months ago are still vivid. Looking out from the city square, the towering towers at the entrance of Lordaeron City are still incomplete. If your sense of smell is good enough, you can even smell them. There was a wave of smoke and fire, as if the smoke of the fierce battle had never dissipated from the city.

Two large cemeteries were erected, located just below the slopes of Tirisfal Monastery, where people who lost loved ones and friends would go to pay their respects during these two months.

But life must go on, so two months later, the order of the Kingdom of Lordaeron has been restored bit by bit under the management of the ministers.

But the re-advent of peaceful days does not mean that the people have forgotten their hatred... In fact, this kind of hatred dotted with blood may take several years to fade from the hearts of the people, and after several generations of inheritance , and then gradually fade away.

kill him!

Chop off his head!

Butcher! Executioner! Murderer!

The side door of the city square was slowly opened, and a prison wagon escorted by 30 heavily armed knights drove out of the dark passage. Seeing the sunlight again, Orgrim, who was sitting in the prison wagon, couldn't help raising his hand. Covering his eyes, this action made the heavy chains trapping him rattle, and the appearance of the orc chief also made the square already crowded with citizens boil.

Everyone was shouting the name of the murderer, they clenched their fists, their eyes were full of anger and hatred, whether they were old people who were kind to others or young people who had just grown up, their faces were full of distorted and hideous expressions, and they wished to choose someone And eat.

If the soldiers hadn't blocked the roads on both sides of the square, I'm afraid Orgrim would have been taken out of the prison van by these crazy citizens and cut up. In fact, if it wasn't for this public trial Bring any throwing objects into the arena, I am afraid that Orgrim's prison car will be completely submerged by rotten leaves and rotten eggs.

hehe

The orc chieftain sitting in the prison car looked left and right. He saw the madness of those citizens. He shook his head and let out a disdainful laugh.

What are you laughing at? Orcs!

The great lord Alessandro Mograine, who was leading the knights forward, turned his head to look at Orgrim, and asked in a deep voice:

Frightened mad by the impending trial?

I'm just laughing at them...

Orgrim pointed to the human civilians who kept shouting, and he whispered:

Most of them have never even seen me. When I led the army to besiege Lordaeron, they could only hide under the bed and shiver, but now?

Look at them, it seems that everyone has become an envoy of justice, eager to kill me, the evil one... You say, if your king sentences me to be executed in the arena, among these warriors, How many people have the guts to face me face to face?

Ha... After all, this is what happens to losers.

Orgrim snorted, and his eyes were placed on the city square in front again, on the row of seats shining brightly in the sun, those official leaders from the alliance, they were dressed in the best clothes, sitting upright, Enjoying the cheers of the citizens and the glory of being a winner.

The orc chief narrowed his eyes and looked at the knights around him. He stopped talking and became silent again.

A moment later, the sturdy prison cart with inscriptions on it stopped at the bottom of the plaza. Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people, the old king Terenas Menethil, wearing a king's dress and a sash, stood up. , This action made all the citizens present quiet down.

Even the anxious air became quiet, and everyone knew that the trial was about to begin.

The old king stared sharply at Orgrim in the prison car below with his eyes closed. He reached out and took the scroll handed over by the great knight Uther. He coughed lightly and read in a deep voice:

Orgrim Doomhammer, the leader of the orc invaders!

In the past seven years, you and your barbarians have trampled on the order of the human world wantonly and brutally killed countless of our compatriots. Under the watchful eyes of the Holy Light and the Alliance, the crimes you have committed are too numerous to write down!

The little king Varian Wrynn, who represented the Kingdom of Stormwind, was sitting beside King Terenas. The 17-year-old young man held his sword with his left hand. During King Terenas' clear and slow trial, he The scene of his father's death appeared in front of his eyes, and he recalled the scene of Stormwind City being breached and the towering fire rushing into the sky.

This made the little king feel a heart-pounding hatred. He wished he could jump off the trial seat now and stab the orc in the prison car to death with his long sword!

The orc wars in the Hillsbrad Hills, the Hinterlands, and Quel'Thalas have caused heavy casualties among members of the Alliance. The souls of those heroic victims are watching us from the sky, and they are also looking forward to this war the end of the world, and the judgment of the heinous!

The scepter in the old king's hand touched the ground, and in the expansion of the amplification magic, the sound was like a bell, reminding the hearts of the citizens.

Now, in the name of the king of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, orc chief Orgrim Doomhammer, I pronounce the sentence here!

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Everyone in the square stood up straight, and the knights raised their sharp weapons wrapped with ribbons high. Beside Orgrim's prison cart, it was like a forest of blades stabbing out of the ground.

Orgrim, you have committed crimes against humanity, war crimes, poisoning, murder...

A long list of crimes came out of the old king's mouth, and he stared at Orgrim more and more indifferently. Finally, the old king stopped, and he took a deep breath:

In the name of the Alliance, under the watchful eye of the Holy Light, I declare that Orgrim Doomhammer will be sentenced to imprisonment, and you will repent for your sins in prison without freedom until your death That day!

This verdict made everyone's eyes widen. After a while, there was an uproar, and the citizens shouted in a chaotic voice. From their arms waving angrily, it was clear that they did not accept this verdict.

This is so slight! How can Orgrim not die?

Why is this orc alive?

And in this noisy voice, the orc chief who had been silent all the time suddenly spoke. Even without the amplification magic, his voice, like a roar, spread throughout the square. He stood up from the prison car and walked towards The human kings above the square roared:

I guessed it a long time ago! You must have prepared a long list of crimes for me, which are high-sounding, but I know that the reason they can speak so impassionedly is because the people standing on the battlefield are soldiers under your command, not yourself... .”

Did you know? Terenas Menethil...

Orgrim stood up straight, and under the gazes and roars of tens of thousands of people, his voice became deep:

Killed by your soldiers on the battlefield, I have no complaints, but this kind of judgment, from you cowardly kings, is a disgrace... I have not seen you on the battlefield, you have not Qualified to judge me!

You don't even dare to kill me! Why? You are afraid that my death will make the remaining orcs in this world make trouble again, right?

A trace of undisguised disdain flashed across the face of the great chief, the chain on his wrist was ringing, he stretched out his hand, pointed at Terenas above, and said in a deep voice:

Cowards! This is your civilization! This is why you fail so often!

You sentenced me to life imprisonment? Good! I accept!

The great chief moved his neck and said with a grin:

I will cherish my life, kings, nobles, and humans! I will see your cowardly civilization suffer another war with my own eyes, and I will watch you bow your knees...I will look forward to this scene!

Shut up!

The great knight Mograine swung his scabbard, and slammed the chief's leg hard, forcing him to half-kneel in the prison car. The chief didn't resist, instead, he turned his gaze to the person beside Terenas. The little king, he stared at Varian Wrynn, he roared hoarsely:

Human boy, you hate me, don't you? You hate me for killing your father?

Avenge me! Kill me with a sword! You wear the king's crown on your head. Are you still afraid of me, a prisoner in chains?

ah!

The young Varian pulled out the hilt of his sword with a swish, but Dailin, who was standing beside him, pinned down his shoulders firmly, and the roaring orc chief was also escorted out of the trial ground by the knights. Mu's reaction fully explained what it means to be unwilling, and this kind of rebuttal added fuel to the warm atmosphere at the scene.

The whole square boiled like water being boiled. The old king who was reprimanded did not pay attention to the dissatisfaction of the people. He maintained the king's etiquette. King Solas of Tomgard returned to his court.

The issue of how to deal with the tens of thousands of orc captives after the war has not yet been properly resolved.

Dai Lin, the king of Kul Tiras who was walking at the end, watched all this with cold eyes. He patted Varian on the shoulder and said softly:

It's just an orc dying...Little Varian, remember Orgrim's face, remember that expression, it's... called a loser!

Um.

Little King Varian nodded, and then heard King Daelin's indifferent voice:

Remember the dissatisfaction of the people and listen to their voices. Orgrim is actually right. Our alliance is too weak. In my opinion, those orc captives should be killed...

This sentence made little Varian a little tangled, even though he had just stepped into the social circle that belonged to the kings, but he had received the education of King Lane at any rate, and little Varian knew very well that this was actually King Dailin Tinting him to support the proposal to kill the orc captives.

His Majesty Dailin...

Varian Wrynn thought for a moment. While sitting in the same carriage with Dai Lin, the little king looked at the admiral in front of him, and said in a low voice:

Uncle Lothar once told me that life is the king's currency, and I must learn to make good use of it. I was thinking, if the lives of our people are precious currency, then the lives of orcs must also be a currency...even if It's shoddy, and even if it's worth very little, you wouldn't throw your own money in the water, would you?

Little Varian's answer made King Dailin a little disappointed. He frowned, looking at the successor in front of him who was about to return to the southern part of the mainland and rebuild the Wrynn family dynasty, his fingers were dancing on his legs, and finally, he said softly explain:

I am a king, and so are you, Varian. If this is your decision, then I have no right to interfere, but what I want to say is that maybe in your opinion, forgiving an enemy is a noble move, but If you ask me, this is not the kindness of the king, our kindness can only be given to our own people, not a group of invaders...

If your father had made this decision, what would he have done?

After saying this, Dai Lin closed his eyes. After a while, he lost the majesty of the king, and like a kind elder, he reached out and patted Varian on the shoulder:

You have a very good relationship with Arthas. I want my baby Jaina to join your circle. Before you go back to Stormwind, talk to her more. The matter of Drake's injury is really important. My little cutie is terrified.

Well...

Varian blinked, smiled and said to Dai Lin:

But sister Jaina seems to be more willing to play with her peers. I don't think I should bother her and Arthas. Maybe tomorrow... the day after tomorrow, I will go to see Prince Drake, as a friend go.

Hahaha, that's fine, that's fine.

His Majesty Dai Lin stroked his beard, and said softly:

The current king of the Stormwind Kingdom should indeed become friends with the future king of Kul Tiras. Little Varian, don't learn from your grandfather and father. You have personally experienced the disadvantages of the isolation policy. I hope that after you Under his leadership, the Kingdom of Stormwind can strengthen its relationship with other human nations.

At least in my opinion, there is no territorial dispute between Kul Tiras and the Kingdom of Stormwind, we are born to stand together...