Fel doesn't lie to you

Chapter 163 Prophecy
"Your world is experiencing a threat."

In this snowy night, Thrall felt boundless fear. In his sleep, he saw his tribe being defeated under the siege of countless dead.Those soldiers who fought bravely often only had a wound, and they inevitably turned into undead monsters that killed what they cherished.

He couldn't see any hope, he turned to the elemental for help in vain, but the elemental couldn't help him heal his soldiers, and couldn't clean up those terrible undead.

They have no means of resistance, Orgrim, Eitrigg, Grom, Drek'Thar, and Taretha...

They are all dead.

At the end of the nightmare, he saw Blackmoore looking at him with Taresa's head up, asking himself if he was satisfied.

"Do not!!!"

Thrall roared angrily and sat up from the middle of the bed. The cold air made him realize that the brazier in his tent had gone out.Panting heavily, he sat up, and he was relieved until he touched the ax beside him.

He coughed lightly, wanting to call a fire element to ignite his brazier, but at this moment, he saw a raven.

Raven?

This raven was standing at the head of his bed, looking at him coldly, as if it had been standing here all along.

Thrall was stunned for a moment, and he suddenly remembered that when he was having that terrible nightmare, he had always had such a raven in his dream.

Just when he was about to disperse the raven, a somewhat hoarse voice appeared in his mind.

"Can you change your destiny?"

He was extremely familiar with this voice, he had heard it in a dream!

The next moment, the raven screamed and flew up, flew out of his tent, and broke open the curtain of his tent, allowing him to see the blizzard that was constantly drifting outside.

The cold wind blew into his tent along the gap, making him shiver. Only then did he realize that the scenes he saw in his dream are still lingering in his mind.

Taretha was beheaded by Blackmoore for attacking Dunholde herself, and the fallen prince killed his father, spreading the plague throughout Lordaeron.

If you continue to stay, you will have to fight endless undead who are thirsty for flesh and blood...

"Damn!"

Thrall kept recalling the things he saw in his dreams, undead, monsters, fallen princes, and... There was also a paladin who exuded a cold and dazzling holy light.

The paladin who almost left himself in that castle!
In his dream, this paladin led a group of warriors wearing white armor, constantly fighting various demons, those undead could only become cannon fodder under the hands of these demons.

His whole body was shrouded in a kind of pale holy light, which looked both sacred and strange, revealing a strange feeling.

"The only hope?"

Thrall clenched his fists tightly. He didn't really want to suggest that Orgrim take the orcs away from home and go to Orgrim who doesn't know where he is now.

But he was even more unsure how Lordaeron, with such a paladin, would become what he dreamed of.

However, if all of Lordaeron fell, would that powerful paladin become even more deadly?
Countless complicated thoughts lingered in Thrall's heart. He felt that he had enough troubles. When he came back with a defeated army a few days ago, although Orgrim didn't punish him, he felt deeply blame yourself.

He made so many compatriots die without a place to bury him with his own clever strategy, he...

He thought of the undead who didn't die.

"No, those monsters! The prophecy is true!"

Thrall rushed out of his tent, vaguely, he seemed to see the figure of the raven going away.He really wanted to know if it was the raven who gave him guidance, and what he was going to do next.

But now, he wanted to tell Orgrim what he had seen.

He rushed into Orgrim's tent in a hurry, and the guards at the door did not stop him. Orgrim had said long ago that if Thrall was looking for him, he would not need any notification at any time.

Originally Thrall thought he was going to wake up his chief, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that his chief was sitting by the bed, looking at the map with his head supported, obviously thinking about tomorrow's plan.

"You rarely come to me at this time, Thrall. If you are not robbing those thieves tomorrow, you'd better give me some urgent news."

Orgrim looked at the young man with a worried face, chuckled, and pushed the map in front of Thrall in front of him.

Thrall glanced at the map and knew that tomorrow he should go to rob the former Alterac nobles and the current thieves.

These nobles who were deprived of their ruling power by Tenaris now have no civilians to pay them taxes, so they decided to 'take' themselves, and thus degenerated into thieves.

These people have hoarded a lot of food for the winter, which is very good news for them, because they can get a lot of food without attacking human towns, which will attract the attention of Lordaeron defenders and let them know that they The trajectory of action, but there are also disadvantages.

That is, the force value of these people is not very low, and they are very sturdy. Even a girl can pick up a weapon and fight an orc.

So there will be some casualties.

"It's not about that."

"What's that?"

Orgrim frowned.

"Or are you going to tell me like that old shaman in Drek'Thar, telling me that this continent is about to be in danger, and that I should hurry up and take people to another continent? What about immortal undead? "

Orgrim's words made Thrall's words froze, and he asked with some difficulty.

"Drek'Thar also dreamed of those undead souls?"

As the great chief, Orgrim glanced at Thrall who was frowning tightly, and then chuckled lightly.

"Actually, I dreamed about it too."

Then why...

"But our compatriots are still being imprisoned. If we all give up, then there is no hope for them, Thrall."

Thrall was silent. He knew what Orgrim meant, that is, if they evacuated now, those orcs who were still imprisoned in the sanctuary would become shackles.

Even if there is no natural disaster of the undead, they will die completely in despair.

So, so we must find other ways.

Thrall tried hard to think about countermeasures, but the first person he thought of was Li Ke.

Thinking back to that pale and cold holy light, Thrall made a decision.

"Great Chief, I'm going to meet a human being."

　Go to the hospital to register...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)