Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 280 10. The Son of the Frostwolf --- Adding Updates to the King's Landing Brothers [2330]

That's what you told me, these orcs won't hurt Thrall?

Taresa clasped Thales' wrist tightly. She nervously looked at Thrall who was confronting Orgrim. She looked at the fanatical and ferocious orcs around her. She raised her head and glared fiercely at the assassin:

You liar!

Shh! Don't talk!

Thales wanted to reach out his hand to cover the mouth of this young lady who was afraid of chaos in the world. They were already surrounded by orcs. Not every orc was as gentle as Thrall. Taresa simply stayed with Thrall for a long time. He also lost his vigilance against the orcs.

Under the current situation, as long as an orc is hot-blooded, Thales and Taressa will fall into a situation where there are no dead bodies. The assassin can't wait to dig a hole to bury the two of them. Reza's arm, whispering in her ear:

This is not provocation, are you stupid too? This is a test!

The orcs are testing Thrall, trust me...he'll be fine.

What you said is true?

Taresa was very nervous. She watched Thrall pick up a shield and battle ax thrown by the orcs from the ground, and started to confront Orgrim in the posture of a gladiator. She was so nervous that she seemed to be breathing. It's not smooth anymore.

Thales didn't answer. He looked at the surrounding situation with the rigorous eyes of an assassin. In the end, he had to admit that if the orcs were unwilling, it would be difficult for him to take Taresa away. That is to say, the two of them now His safety fell on Thrall.

He looked at Thrall's figure and prayed silently in his heart:

Come on!

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boom

The war hammer that Orgrim swung casually hit Thrall's shield fiercely. When the weapons collided, the young orc felt that his arm was about to break off. This was the first time he had really seen an orc warrior. His strength is much stronger than the most capable gladiator in Durnholde Castle in his memory.

He took a few steps back with the force of the collision, and then used the fighting method of gladiators to block the shield firmly in front of him, watching Orgrim's movements through the gap of movement.

And this kind of defensive style of play is very disliked by orcs. Although the Frostwolf clan has not suffered too much from the influence of magic blood disease, orcs who naturally admire strength rarely use it in this kind of one-on-one battle. Defensive tactics, they prefer to punch to the flesh, prefer the collision of weapons, and prefer the confrontation of strength and strength.

Orgrim moved his wrists. Compared with a few years ago, his body was much thinner. The last failure and life in the prisoner-of-war camp severely damaged his body, making him no longer what he used to be. Powerful, but facing the young Thrall, Orgrim's advantage is simply too great.

The old orc moved his shoulders. Amidst the roar of the Frostwolf orcs, with a roar, he swung his hammer and rushed towards Thrall.

Little brat! Fight!

boom

The warhammer hit the surface of the shield again, this time the huge force knocked Thrall directly to the ground, but after rolling for a few weeks, he quickly got up again, holding the shield in front of him again without saying a word, This very cowardly way made the orcs on the sidelines boo after another.

But there was a hint of appreciation in Orgrim's eyes.

Although Thrall did not use the traditional fighting method of the orcs, Orgrim had encountered this kind of human warfare more than once on the battlefield, especially when facing those brave human generals. The fighting method of sword and shield is very difficult to crack.

And judging from Thrall's steady steps and the exquisite unloading of force between each collision, Thrall is obviously very skilled in this kind of human fighting style, which is enough to prove that Durotan's son also inherited his brave blood.

But it's not enough!

The solid permafrost under Orgrim's feet broke open under the blessing of great force. The old orc, like a tiger descending from the mountain, slammed into Thrall while the mud was flying, and behind Thrall, no longer It wasn't the cold wall, but the orcs surrounding them. The Frostwolf orcs pushed Thrall forward, causing a glitch in his solid defense.

And this flaw was immediately caught by Orgrim. The moment the orc approached Thrall, he held the hammer with both hands, and from top to bottom, it was like a hammer forging iron, and it hit Thrall hard. on the shield.

kuang

A dent was directly smashed into the center of the wooden shield. Thrall's body could no longer stand still in this huge collision, but he decisively abandoned the shield. His bloody left hand rested on the ground. After Mushi's heavy blow, at the moment when his arm was difficult to turn around, Thrall swung his right hand, and the sharp battle ax grazed Orgrim's waist, bringing out a smear of blood.

Whoa whoa whoa!

This scene of counterattack made the orcs go crazy again, but before Thrall could catch his breath, Orgrim, who seemed not to feel the pain at all, turned around and kicked Thrall in the chest, kicking him on the ground. land.

Pain is the strength of a warrior!

The old orc grinned and stepped forward quickly, the hammer in his hand smashed at the young orc rolling on the ground at an extremely fast frequency. Thrall dodged left and right, but as the attack became more and more smooth, Orgrim's body The momentum became more and more powerful, pressing towards Thrall like a mountain, until the final blow, the shining war hammer fell from the sky, Thrall, who had nowhere to hide, gritted his teeth, and smashed the battle ax in his hand hard Orgrim made the veteran's body sway a bit, allowing him to successfully escape Orgrim's attack circle.

But Thrall, out of breath, had no weapons in his hands.

then!

Thales' eyes lit up, and he quickly threw the long sword in his hand at Thrall. The young orc took it in his hand, and seeing Orgrim rushing towards him like a bull, Thrall's eyes flashed. The moment the two were about to collide, Thrall's left hand firmly grasped Orgrim's wrist, and the long sword in his right hand slapped the old soldier's right arm in a slapping manner.

swish

The icy breath quickly formed a layer of cold mist on Orgrim's wrist, causing his clenched fist to deviate from the direction of punching. Then he rushed forward, and Thrall lay down on the ground with his left foot Kicked on Orgrim's right leg. At this moment, the young orc grabbed the old orc's wrist, and in a way of flying into the air, he used Orgrim's power to smash Orgrim himself on the ground. onto the ground behind him.

Roar!

Thrall knew very well that it was now the decisive moment, and he didn't hold back anymore. The orc talent in his body, that kind of violent power spread all over his body. He grabbed the heavy warhammer in Orgrim's hand, dripping with blood. Clenched into a fist with his left hand, he hammered Orgrim's shoulder frantically, forcing him to let go of his weapon.

When the warhammer got his hands on it, Thrall was surprised to find that the simple-looking warhammer was so heavy that he couldn't even swing it with one hand, but seeing that Orgrim had got up, Thrall no longer cared Not so much, he dragged the warhammer, turned over and rode on Orgrim's chest, held the warhammer with both hands, and slammed it down on Orgrim's head.

wow

This scene made all the orcs watching scream, and the big orc shaman standing on the side even stretched out his hands, trying to stop the next tragedy.

But in the end, the power of the elements didn't show up, because the war hammer Thrall dropped didn't hurt Orgrim, but rubbed his head and hit the hard frozen ground.

This made the onlookers heave a sigh of relief, and it also made Orgrim, who was pinned down by Thrall, heave a sigh of relief.

I won... ho, ho... I won!

Thrall, who was extremely exhausted, felt that every bone in his body was aching. He stood up with difficulty. Under the watchful eyes of the Frostwolf orcs, he walked towards Thales and Taresa step by step. He gets out of the way.

They recognized him!

Behind Thrall, Orgrim climbed up, he easily grabbed the heavy hammer, looked at Thrall's figure, and fought a 12-year-old young orc, Orgrim would definitely not use his full strength, in fact , the battle just now was just a warm-up, but he was able to turn defeat into victory under the attack of the former great chief. There is no doubt that Thrall has proved himself in front of his compatriots.

Guil!

Orgrim yelled, Thrall froze for a moment, then turned his head, his face was stained with blood, while Taressa cleaned up the blood stains for Thrall with a handkerchief with a distressed expression.

You did very well.

Orgrim glanced at Taresa beside Thrall, and said softly, You made the right choice...

What?

Thrall looked around suspiciously. The Frostwolf orcs had slowly returned to the gathering place. Only Orgrim and Elder Drek'Thar were left in place. The old shaman who had been silent walked up Before that, he called for the power of flowing water, and the healing light wrapped around Thrall. Under Taresa's surprised eyes, Thresher's wounds healed up little by little.

Until this time, the old shaman said in pure human language:

Killing life, abusing life, destroying life at will, that is the stubborn disease of the old tribe, the Frostwolf clan has never joined in this cruel conquest, boy, Goel, although you never grew up in the clan, today , you proved yourself a true son of the Frostwolf... Durotan and Draka would be proud of you.

So... so even if I fail, you won't hurt my sister?

Thrall glanced at Orgrim, who shrugged:

The moment you accept the challenge, you have already won, Goel. Not every orc dares to fight me. Of course, I am old now, and you have taken a victory from me.

Thrall looked at the two orcs with good intentions, he hesitated, and whispered:

I...I may not join you, two gentlemen, I have lived with humans since I was a child. I think I may not be able to adapt, and I may not be able to integrate into your clan.

It doesn't matter, we will not force you to return to the Frostwolf clan, my child Go'el.

A smile appeared on the old face of the great shaman Drek'Thar Elder:

We will give you enough time to get to know us, and finally decide whether to join us, and I can also guarantee that this human lady, Taresa, will become the most honored guest of the Frostwolf Clan and can come anytime Watch you, or leave with you, that's all right, but child!

The elder shaman's voice became a little deeper:

Aren't you going to see your parents?

parents?

Thrall's eyes were a little dazed, and he looked back at Taressa. Although the human sister was still a little scared, she still held Thrall's hand tightly, and then nodded to Thrall:

Go, brother, although you never mentioned it, I know that you also want to see your parents. Go, don't worry about me, Thales will protect me.

Thrall nodded. He looked at Orgrim and Drek'Thar. From the sadness in Orgrim's eyes, Thrall had already sensed the unfortunate news. He stood still and took several deep breaths. Calm himself down, and then he said to Orgrim and the elder shaman:

I'm ready, take me to meet them.

Well, good boy, come with me.

The old shaman strolled forward, followed by Orgrim, who whispered to Thrall:

You can call Drek'Thar the great shaman an elder. He was once your father's most trusted think tank and his mentor.

And I, my name is Orgrim, the former warchief of the Horde, and your uncle, and your father Durotan and I are true brothers! If you stay here tonight, I may be able to tell you , once my adventures with your father in the world of Draenor...you will be interested, trust me.