Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Run! Run! Taresa."

Thrall, the little orc, witnessed Blackmore’s death during the whole war. He saw the whole castle submerged in the tide that was lifted by death. He was terrified. He couldn’t fight back. He could only take his best. Of his friends fleeing the destroyed castle.

Escape from his home...

Despite the name "slave" ("Saar" means "slave" in the common language), Thrall still regarded it as a home, except for the cold castle, he had nowhere to go.

The girl in the shabby floral dress called Taresa, the daughter of the baker in the castle, Thrall’s best friend, now she took Thrall’s hand and followed Thrall in the dark, she was full of eyes Tears, her parents were missing in the previous massacre. If it was not that she was bandaging wounds for Thrall at the time, I am afraid that she could not escape the tragic fate.

"Saar, where are we going?"

Taresa looked at the darkness around with fear. Her hand grasped Thrall's finger harder. The girl was afraid. This is natural, and she would definitely be afraid.

Taresa Little is 10 years old this year, and Pisaar is 2 years old, but human children are still short at this age, and only 8-year-old orc child Thrall is already 1.6 meters tall. From a distance, it looks like a real Like young people, the orcs’ physical fitness is too good. On the one hand, humans are far from comparable to them.

Thrall had high hopes from Major Blackmore since he was a child. The major general instructed the brave Lieutenant Drach to teach Thrall martial arts, and also asked his attendants to teach Thrall writing and knowledge. Of course, he did not do so kindly. When Thrall was a baby, he wanted to train this little orc into a true gladiator, make money for him, and realize his ambitions.

The wise major general firmly believed that the orc would be defeated, and how to deal with the orc after the war would be a very big trouble. By that time, Thrall, who was cultivated by him and loyal to humans, would become a template for dealing with orcs, and the major general himself, It will also soar.

However, after the major general saw the orc’s combat power, a more arrogant idea appeared in Blackmore’s heart. He wanted to cultivate Thrall as the leader of the future orc... by controlling Thrall, to command the orc, and then for him Create a real kingdom by yourself.

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

Thrall did not disappoint him. Although he was only eight years old, Thrall could easily defeat human soldiers one-on-one with the innate strength and fighting talent of the orcs, unlike other brutal orcs. Thrall was taught to read from a young age, and he was very eager for knowledge.

This two-sided excellence made the major general very satisfied. Sometimes he even felt that Thrall would definitely become his best heir if he was a human.

Unfortunately, he is an orc...

Thrall was just a child. He didn’t know what Major Blackmore expected of him, but after all, Major General raised him to adulthood. Although many times he would whip him mercilessly with a leather whip, but most of the time, the Major General treated him very well. At least, much better than other aliens held in the castle.

He has his own house in the basement of the castle, has his own bed, and even has his own bookshelf. He can eat meat and enough food every day, and he has someone to teach him. This kind of living condition is not exaggerated. It is more than 80%. All human civilians are happy.

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

"I don't know, Taresa."

Thrall stopped breathlessly. The two children had rushed out of the castle and into the darkness. He turned his head and looked at Taresa with tears in his face. Thrall's pale blue eyes also flashed After a bit of pain, he regarded Major Blackmore as a loved one. Tonight, like Taresa, he lost his loved ones.

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

The little orc wiped the little girl's tears, and the two lonely children could only support each other in the dark.

Taresa grabbed Thrall’s arm and followed behind Thrall with fear. In her young heart, the orc was nothing terrible. The brave major general could easily defeat them, and the only one beside her The orc, Thrall, is a very polite friend.

Taresa now remembers that two years ago, when a drunk veteran tried to hurt her, Thrall stood up to overthrow the drunken soldier. The little orc at that time was to protect his friend, The first time he actively entered the orc's violent state, he roared like a beast, and in the end missed the **** veteran.

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

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

Taresa is also not aware of the external wars. She just knows that in the current hills, besides humans, there are the most orcs, and in the case of Izal, as soon as he enters the human camp, he will be ruthlessly killed. The little girl thought about it, and only let Thrall go to the orcs to survive.

But this proposal was rejected by Thrall.

"No! Taresa, we can't go to the orcs!"

Thrall crouched down, put down the one-handed axe and the round shield in his hand, he opened the leather bag around his waist, took out a piece of bread, and divided most of it for the little girl. While biting the cold bread, he said:

"The major general took me to the battlefield...I have seen my "comrades"."

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

"They are not like me, they are like... like crazy beasts, their eyes are blood red, I can't feel the emotions from their eyes, Taresa, even if they won't hurt me , But they will kill you too. I can’t take risks. I have nothing. I can’t lose you.”

These words made the little girl unable to bear being closer to Thrall. She was eating bread and wiping her tears. She said in a slightly lost voice:

"So where can we go? Our home has been destroyed."

"We... let's go..."

Thrall has always lived in the castle. He also doesn't understand the outside world. He also doesn't know where to go. Just as the two children struggled for the future, the sound of heavy objects woke the two children.

Thrall picked up the battle axe and shield, and defended Taresa behind him. He summoned the courage and stepped forward step by step, looking at the dark earth in front of him. There, a familiar figure was Moaning painfully.

"Lieutenant Drake!"

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

"Ah! It's you!"

Thrall saw him and immediately grasped the one-handed axe in his hand. He already had blood red light in his eyes. Obviously, the appearance of this guy made Thrall feel unparalleled pressure.

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

He knew that the orc was called Thrall, and he knew what role this little orc would 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 SARS... Without him, the history of the world will change at least 60%!

The death knight's finger flicked on the sword handle of his waist. This action made Thrall feel threatened. The little orc knew he was not his opponent, but thinking of Taresa behind him, he gritted his teeth and made a roar , Rushed towards Tyrion.

The one-handed battle axe in his hand was raised high and he chopped towards Tyrion's chest.

"boom"

The ice sword suddenly came out of the sheath, Thrall's full blow even made Tyrion take a step back, and the rough one-handed axe in the orc's hand was directly cut off, and he was shot directly on the ground by the long sword.

"Uh"

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

"Kill me! Let Taresa go, please!"

"No! Thrall, no!"

Regardless of the blade, the little girl flew towards Thrall, she knelt in front of Tyrion, begging for the cold dead:

"Leave Thrall, he is a good orc, please, let him go!"

The appeal of the two children did not deflect Tyrion’s will. Like Arthas and Varian, the destiny carried by Thrall was too important. As long as Tyrion’s sword was swung out, he would definitely not survive. tomorrow morning...

He really wants to challenge fate, but he is not planning to die...

"Uh"

The long sword exuding coldness was inserted into the ground in front of Thrall, and the death knight retreated silently into the darkness.

"Your name is Thrall? Very good...

"Go to Alterac, there will be your destiny."

It took a few minutes for Thrall to get rid of the coldness shrouded in his body. He got up and lifted Taresa. The two children were a bit stunned by what had just happened. They didn’t understand that the death knight could easily kill him. Why die them, and why let them go.

But now that the danger has receded, Thrall focused his attention elsewhere.

"Lieutenant Drake, are you okay?"

He struggled to lift the seriously wounded lieutenant. This unlucky lieutenant was already in a coma. He had escaped his life from Tyrion. This time, he was still glanced at by the death knight for his brave struggle. His The whole body is frozen, but it is not life-threatening.

Tyrion likes this kind of warrior. In the absence of conflicts of interest, it is not impossible to spare his life. Not to mention, according to Chaldean Chaplain, Lieutenant Drak was the only person who wanted to send troops to help the elf.

Only from this point of view, even Roglio, who is bitter and hatred, will choose to forgive him. In that case, he should not die.

"Saar! Saar! See what I found?"

Taresa's shout made the little orc raise his head, and then saw the little girl grabbing the horse rein, struggling to pull a docile stallion full of blood from the roadside, which probably escaped the castle in chaos He is a horse, but in any case, destiny cares about these three people.

A moment later, the sound of a horseshoe rang in the dark. On the other night, Tyrion watched the war horse carrying two children and a wounded person disappear. He didn’t intervene too much. There is not much disgust.

That is the hero of the next era and should not die in this bad era.

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

This icy ending made all the soldiers desperate, and at this moment, a bright holy light lit in the night.

"Evil! Retreat!"

Chaldean chaplain raised his staff and walked out of the darkness. Behind him were hundreds of soldiers gathered together. The young chaplain was encircled by the holy light. He looked at the cold death knight in front of him. Shouted:

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

"Your weak Holy Light can do nothing! Poor worm!"

Sister Luminas's acting broke out. She waved her sword and rushed toward Chaldean Chaplain. This scene caused the soldiers to raise their weapons one after another, and Chaldean Chadian raised his hand without fear. Holy Light condensed the Warhammer in his hands and knocked **** the body of the Death Knight.

"The Holy Light will punish you!"

"puff"

Luminas spewed out a bit of blood, flew back at a faster speed, and even smashed Serent watching the drama. The two death knights stood up in embarrassment, staring fiercely like a messenger of sound and light Chaldean pastor.

"You are the winner today! Damn priest! But we are not so easy to lose!"

"Next time! The next time you meet, you will die!"

"Ding, Ding, Ding"

In the low horse bell, the death knight ran away. The scene of nine deaths shocked all the soldiers, but at the next moment, they cheered in unison, and they gathered around Chaldean pastor, some sincere believers He even knelt on the ground and kissed the priest's instep with tears in his face.

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

There was a bit of unabashed pain in Chaldean Chaplain’s eyes. This kind of deception challenged his bottom line, but Tyrion was right. In this case, someone must stand up and become a hero to save more lives. Even a lie in good faith, he is always saving lives.

The noble responsibility and mission made Pastor Chaldeans calm down, he shouted loudly:

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

"Holy Light...will bless us!"

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