Azeroth’s Death Track

Run! Run! Taresa.

The little orc Thrall witnessed the whole process of Blackmoore's death in battle. He saw the scene where the entire castle was submerged in the tide of death. He was terrified. Friends of the family escaped from the ruined castle in a hurry.

escaped from his house...

Despite being called a slave (Thar means slave in Common), Thrall still called it home, and he had nowhere else to go but the cold castle.

The girl in the shabby floral dress is Taresa, the daughter of the baker in the castle and Saar's best friend. Now she is holding Saar's hand and following Saar in the dark, her eyes are full of tears. Tears, her parents were both missing in the previous massacre. If she hadn't been helping Sal to bandage the wound at that time, I'm afraid she would not have escaped the tragic fate.

Sal, where are we going?

Taresa looked at the darkness around her in fear, and her hand grabbed Sal's fingers even more forcefully. The girl was scared, which was natural, and she would definitely be scared.

Little Taresa is 10 years old this year, 2 years older than Thrall, but human children are still short at this age, while Thrall, an 8-year-old orc child, is already 1.6 meters tall. From a distance, it looks like a real Like the young people in the world, the physical fitness of the orcs is too good. In one respect, humans are far from being able to compare with them.

Major General Blackmoore placed high hopes on Thrall since he was a child. The major general ordered the brave Lieutenant Drake to teach Thrall martial arts, and also asked his attendants to teach Thrall the words and knowledge. Of course, he did not have good intentions. Major General picked it up 6 years ago. When Thrall was a baby, he wanted to raise the little orc into a real gladiator, make money for him, and realize his ambitions.

The wise major general firmly believes that the orcs will be defeated, and how to deal with the orcs after the war will be a very big trouble. At that time, Thrall, who was trained by him to be loyal to humans, will become a template for dealing with the orcs, and the major general himself, It will also lead to great success.

However, after the major general saw the fighting power of the orcs with his own eyes, a more arrogant idea appeared in Blackmoore's mind. He wanted to train Thrall to be the leader of the orcs in the future...by controlling Thrall, to command the orcs, and then serve him Forge a real kingdom for yourself.

Yes, the major general's ambition is very big.

And Thrall didn't let him down. Although he was only eight years old, Thrall relied on the orc's innate strength and fighting talent, and he was able to easily defeat human soldiers in 1v1, unlike other rough orcs. , Thrall was taught to read since he was a child, and he is also very eager for knowledge.

This kind of excellence in both aspects made the major general very satisfied. Sometimes he even felt that if Thrall was a human being, he would definitely become his best heir.

Too bad he's an orc...

Thrall is just a child, he doesn't know what Major General Blackmoore expects of him, but after all, the Major General raised him up, and although he will be mercilessly whipped with a whip in many cases, most of the time, the Major General treats him very well Yes, at least it is much better than the other aliens imprisoned in the castle.

He has his own house in the basement of the castle, his own bed, and even his own bookshelf. He can eat meat every day, enough food, and someone to teach him. This kind of living conditions, it is no exaggeration, is better than 80% All human beings are happy.

So Thrall also felt that there is nothing wrong with being a major general's gladiator, except for the lack of freedom...

I don't know, Taresa.

Thrall stopped panting, and the two children had rushed out of the castle into the darkness. He turned his head and looked at Taresa, whose face was full of tears. Sal's light blue eyes also flashed. After a bit of pain, he regarded Major General Blackmoore as a relative. Tonight, like Taresa, he lost a relative.

Don't cry, Taresa! I will protect you.

The little orc wiped away the tears of the little girl, and the two lonely children could only support each other and move forward in the dark.

Taresa held on to Thrall's arm tightly, and followed behind Thrall in fear. In her young heart, orcs were nothing to be afraid of. A brave major general could easily defeat them, and the only one beside her The orc, Thrall, was a very polite friend.

Taresa still remembers that two years ago, on that night, when a drunk veteran tried to hurt her, it was Thrall who stood up and knocked down the drunk soldier. For the first time, he actively entered the orc's berserk state, he roared like a wild beast, and ended up killing that damned veteran by mistake.

Sal, who was killed by that incident, was locked up for a month, but since then, the two have become real good friends. Sal will secretly hide the meat allocated to him and share it with Taressa. And every time he was injured after a battle, it was Taresa who bandaged Thrall's wounds.

Thal, why don't we go find your compatriots, those orcs...you are also one of them, and they will take you in.

Taresa is not aware of the war outside, she just knows that in the current hills, apart from humans, there are the most orcs, and in the case of Yisar, as soon as they enter the human camp, they will be ruthlessly killed , the little girl thought about it, and only by letting Thrall go to the orcs could she survive.

But this proposal was rejected by Thrall.

No! Taretha, we can't go to the orcs!

Little Sal squatted down, put down the one-handed ax and the buckler in his hand, opened the leather bag at his waist, took out a piece of bread, and gave half of it to the little girl. While biting the cold bread, he said:

The major general took me to the battlefield...I met my 'citizens'.

A trace of fear flashed in the little orc's eyes, and he shook his head:

They're not like me, they're like... like crazy beasts, their eyes are blood red, I can't feel any emotion from their eyes, Taresa, they won't hurt me , but they will kill you too, I can't take the risk, I have nothing, I can't lose you anymore.

These words made the little girl couldn't help getting closer to Sal. She ate the bread and wiped her tears again. She said softly with some disappointment:

Where can we go then? Our home is destroyed.

We... let's go...

Sal has been living in the castle. He also doesn't understand the outside world, and he doesn't know where to go. But when the two children are struggling for the future, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground wakes them up.

Thrall picked up the battle ax and shield with a swish, and kept Taressa behind him. He mustered up his courage and stepped forward step by step, looking at the dark land in front of him, where a familiar figure was walking Moaning in pain.

Lieutenant Drake!

Thrall couldn't help shouting, he took Taresa forward, but before he touched the seriously injured lieutenant, a dark figure appeared in front of him.

Ah! It's you!

When Thrall saw him, he immediately grasped the one-handed ax in his hand. There was already a blood-red light in his eyes. Obviously, the appearance of this guy made Thrall feel unparalleled pressure.

Tyrion tilted his head, looking at the little orc in front of him and the little girl behind him.

He knows that this orc is called Thrall, and he also knows what role this little orc will play in the next 30 years of history. It is no exaggeration to say that Thrall will be the pillar of future history, just like Varian and Al. Like Sass...without him, the historical trend of the world would have changed by at least 60%!

The death knight brushed his fingers on the hilt of the sword at his waist. This action made Thrall feel threatened. The little orc knew that he was not his opponent, but thinking of Taresa behind him, he gritted his teeth and let out an orc roar , rushed towards Tyrion.

The one-handed battle ax in his hand was raised high, and he slashed at Tyrion's chest.

boom

Ice's sharp sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and Thrall's full blow could even make Tyrion take a step back, while the rough one-handed ax in the orc's hand was cut off directly, and he was directly slapped on the ground by someone and the long sword.

swish

The cold blade touched Thrall's neck. The little orc raised his head and stared at Tyrion. He shouted in Common Tongue:

Kill me! Let Taresa go, please!

No! Thrall, no!

Regardless of the horizontal blade, the little girl rushed towards Thrall. She knelt in front of Tyrion, begging the cold dead:

Let Thrall go, he's a good orc, please, let him go!

The intercession of the two children did not deflect Tyrion's will. Like Arthas and Varian, the fate carried by Thrall is too important. As long as Tyrion swings this sword, he will definitely not survive. tomorrow morning...

He really wants to challenge fate, but he doesn't intend to die yet...

swish

The cold long sword was inserted into the ground in front of Thrall, and the death knight retreated into the darkness without a sound.

Your name is Sal? Good...

Go to Alterac, there will be your destiny.

It took several minutes for Thrall to get rid of the coldness covering his body. He got up and helped Taresa up. The two children were a little dazed about what happened just now. They didn't understand that the death knight could easily kill him. If you kill them, why let them go.

But now that the danger had receded, Thrall turned his attention elsewhere.

Lieutenant Drake, are you okay?

He struggled to help the seriously injured lieutenant up. The hapless lieutenant was already in a coma. He had escaped from Tyrion before. This time, he was still highly regarded by the death knight because of his bravery. The whole body is frozen, but it is not life-threatening.

Tyrion likes such a warrior, and if there is no conflict of interest, it is not impossible to spare his life. What's more, according to the Chaldean priest, Lieutenant Drake was the only one who wanted to send troops to help the elves at that time.

Just from this point of view, even Rogelio, who has suffered a lot and has a deep hatred, would choose to forgive him. If this is the case, then he deserves to die.

Sarl! Thrall! Look what I found?

Taresa's shout made the little orc raise his head, and then he saw the little girl grabbing the rein and pulling out a bloody docile horse from the side of the road with great effort. It probably escaped from the castle in the chaos No matter what, fate favored these three people anyway.

A moment later, the sound of horseshoes sounded in the darkness. On the other side of the night, Tyrion watched the horse carrying two children and a wounded disappear. He didn't intervene too much. Not too much malice either.

That's the hero of the next era, and doesn't deserve to die in this lousy era.

On the other side, the chaos in the castle continued, but after the death of Major General Blackmoore, the awakened corpses fell down again, which gave the fleeing soldiers a way out, and they tried to escape in groups The castle, but in the darkness of night, two death knights held sharp blades and stood in front of them.

This cold ending made all the soldiers despair, and at this moment, a bright holy light shone in the dark night.

Evil! Get back!

The Chaldean priest held his staff high and walked out of the darkness. Behind him were hundreds of soldiers gathered. The young priest was surrounded by holy light. He looked at the cold death knight in front of him, and he shouted shouted:

Warriors, don't give up! The Holy Light will protect you!

Your feeble Light can't do anything! Poor thing!

Miss Luminas's acting skills exploded. She swung her long sword and rushed towards the Chaldean priest. This scene made the soldiers raise their weapons one after another, and the Chaldean priest raised his hand without fear, The holy light condensed into the shape of a warhammer in his hand, and slammed on the death knight's body.

The Holy Light will punish you!

puff

Luminas spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards at a faster speed, and even knocked down Celent who was watching the show, and the two death knights stood up in embarrassment, staring fiercely like messengers of sound and light. Chaldean priest.

You win today! Damn pastor! But we don't lose so easily!

Next time! The next time we meet, you are dead!

Ding, ding, ding

Amidst the low sound of horse bells, the death knight fled in rout. The scene of narrow escapes stunned all the soldiers, but the next moment, they cheered in unison. They gathered around the Chaldean priest, and some sincere believers He even knelt on the ground and kissed the pastor's instep with tears all over his face.

Warriors! The Holy Light will not fail, gather others, we have to leave this place covered by death!

A trace of undisguised pain flashed in the Chaldean priest's eyes. This kind of deception was challenging his bottom line, but Tyrion was right. In this case, someone must stand up and become a hero in order to save more lives. Even if it was a white lie, he was saving lives.

The lofty responsibility and mission made the Chaldean pastor calm down, and he shouted loudly:

I will take you to Lordaeron! We will start a new life there!

Holy Light... will bless us!