Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 625 178. That hand of yours is amazing

Boo Laike Moore and his elite guards were routed.

This human general who had joined the army since he was young, fought everywhere, and exchanged his own blood and the blood of the enemy for meritorious deeds, was left alone in less than five minutes after taking part in the battle.

It wasn't because he was neglecting exercise because of his high position, or because he was scared out of his wits, and it wasn't because the guards around him weren't elite enough.

Just because the opponent is too strong.

That outrageously strong orc took an ax one by one, like chopping down a tree, charged forward and executed them with unreasonable executions, severely wounding his guards one by one.

Even the armor made by the dwarf couldn't resist the power of the black iron battle axe. Each of his axes could resonate with anger, making the cuts fierce and fierce.

The end result of the soldiers using shields to block was that they were crushed together with their shields.

When he set off the whirlwind, General Bo Laike Moore even had a feeling of suffocation.

He couldn't stop it at all.

They could only watch helplessly as the brave guards wailed and fell to the ground under the ravages of the orcs. They used their bodies to buy themselves time to retreat.

But before Bu Laike Moore ran out of the explosion channel, there was a howling cold wind behind him.

The excited general's scalp was numb, and he rolled out, and with a bang, the wooden door at the end of the passage was completely shattered by the bloody tomahawk, and even the wall collapsed.

The smoke and dust splashed everywhere, completely blocking the way of Laike Moore.

The pale general turned his head and saw that the last loyal guard was knocked unconscious by the orc's savage punches, and there was still a fist mark of a steel gauntlet left on his battle helmet.

The orc in the fine steel armor forged by the black iron dwarves seemed very comfortable after a hearty battle. He reached out and took off his full-face horned helmet, revealing a pair of slightly scarlet eyes.

He took off the gauntlet that was chopped by the battle ax and threw it aside.

With outstretched arms, he walked toward General Braike Moore, each step heavy and with a warrior's rage.

The general took a deep breath. Knowing that he had nowhere to escape, he hammered his breastplate fiercely, let out a cry, stood up leaning on the epee, held the battle sword with both hands, and pointed the blade at the orc in front of him. .

He worked hard to arouse his anger, turning the loss of his foundation being destroyed, the pain in his heart and the bleakness of the future, as well as the anger he aroused after being ruthlessly trampled tonight on the glory that he had fought for most of his life in the past, into his motivation for fighting.

A mass of flame-like rage wrapped around him, adding a touch of desperate tragedy to General Braike Moore.

He also knew why the orc in front of him was so angry.

He was hating himself for using his people as a vehicle for his ambitions, hating himself for using an orc child, and he could even feel the disdain in Va Locke Saurfang's eyes before him.

This made General Bo Laike Moore feel offended.

He yelled:

"Why? Acting like a hero protecting children now? When you slaughtered the old, weak, women and children in Storm City, why didn't you stand up and complain for them?

Just because I took advantage of your children, I became a heinous sinner in your eyes?

Pooh!

Nasty greenskin!

What right do you have to despise me? "

"I have no right to despise anyone. You are right, general of mankind. In your world, on your land, we have no glory to speak of."

Va Locke Saurfang walked forward, clenched his fists, and said:

"But I just want to teach you a lesson. My purpose is very simple."

"Then come!"

Bu Laike Moore laughed and said:

"In front of my raised children, kill his 'father'! Just like you did to our children before, come on, orc, break my neck, that should be easy for you .

How many people has an orc like you killed? "

"I never count those."

Saurfang seemed irritated by what Bo Laike Moore said.

He stopped at his feet, and then charged. In the swift collision, the human general roared and swung his epee and slashed at the unavoidable Wa Locke, smashing his shoulder armor.

It just missed cutting into his body.

But he never had that chance again.

At the same time that the shoulder armor was shattered, Wa Locke's heavy fist hit Braike Moore's chin, knocking him up from the ground, and smashing the general to the ground in a hug. .

The sword in Bu Laike Moore's hand swirled and flew out. He felt that all the bones in his body were about to be smashed by this blow, and his jaw must also be shattered.

"I really deserve death."

Saurfang pressed the struggling human general in front of him, bleeding from his nostrils and ears, and said in a low voice:

"the same as you!"

"No! Stop it!"

At the moment when Va Locke seemed to strangle Bo Laike Moore, behind him, at the other end of the passage, the young orc in shabby clothes who was brought out of the dungeon by Bo Rocks suddenly shouted:

"Overseer, stop! If we want to stop the hatred, we should stop actively causing disputes! Killing him will make your situation worse.

It will also implicate the Frostwolf clan in the Alterac Mountains. "

"you?"

Va Locke turned his head. He looked at the young orc with blue eyes behind him. He said:

"You should have said 'we'! Gouel!"

"His name is Thrall, idiot."

Bu Laike Moore spat at the orc in front of him.

Because his jaw was broken, every time he opened his mouth, he was extremely painful. He said vaguely:

"That's the name that fits his identity. That's the name he grew up with. He doesn't want me to die. Did you see the look in his eyes?

He knows I made him.

He doesn't trust you, he trusts me more.

Hehehe, first there was Bu Laike Shaw, then two powerful warlords, and a damned 'big chief', Thrall's identity is really not simple.

I knew from the day I picked him up that he was destined to be the King of Beastmen! He is the king of the orcs I created, and you killed his parents.

You are his enemies, and I am his adoptive father!

You can never change this! "

"We don't need to change his past, we only focus on his future."

Wa Locke lowered his head in disappointment, and clasped Laike Moore's wrist. In the anger gathering with his fingers, the general's hand bones were snapped off by the warlord.

He looked into the wide eyes of Bo Laike Moore, and he said:

"I will not take your life either. Keeping promises is a virtue we orcs have just picked up. Your fate will be judged by your 'friend'.

He is a human being, so he should be 'merciful' to you. "

The painful general still shouted and scolded.

But was punched by Saurfang on the neck, his eyes rolled white and he passed out.

Ten minutes later, Chief Red commanded his "orthodox tribe" to re-board the dragon of the Dragonmaw Clan, and quickly flew towards the outside of the hills in the night that was about to dawn.

There are a lot of bags tied behind each dragon, which are full of treasures and supplies, which are the rewards and "rents" promised to the Dragonmaw clan.

Those bastards rely on their "unique" business, so they charge extremely high prices.

However, Chief Red made a lot of money this trip, so he didn't skimp on these things.

"Kargath has not responded. His Shattered Hands fled into Silverpine Forest. I saw Grom take his men to the Alterac Mountains.

The two of them made up their minds not to return to Dellano. "

Behind a dragon, Va Locke wiped his battle ax and said to his big brother:

"Thal is willing to go back to Blackstone Mountain with us, but he demands that we must release Bu Laike Moore. That child has been 'poisoned'. The vicious words that Bu Laike Moore said before he was knocked out seem to have come true."

Having said that, Va Locke glanced back.

The young Thrall was sitting on the dragon's spine curiously, listening to the old Ner'zhul's story about the past of Dellano's world. The old shaman who was always extremely tired before, like a walking dead, will now It also seems to have regained its vitality strangely.

He was holding up a stick-like hand, and was describing to Thrall the continental shape of the Dellano world on a piece of cloth. Thrall listened with great interest, and asked a few questions from time to time.

This scene fell in the eyes of Rocke, and the warlord was a little relieved. He turned his head and whispered to the silent Rocks:

"But I always feel that under the child's similar appearance to us, there is a human soul hidden"

"Isn't that better?"

Boo Rocks was not worried about this problem. While frowning, trying to put together the blades of his broken legendary battle ax, he said to his worried brother:

"That means that Goel will have the bravery of the orcs and the cunning of humans. He will be the fusion of the advantages of the two races, and he will be able to better lead our people in the future.

And now, instead of worrying about Goel, you might as well worry about his people.

With Lothar still alive or dead, the human army will soon march into Alterac. Drek'Thar and his people must evacuate immediately, and we must arrange for a trustworthy person to escort them. "

"I go!"

Wa Locke flexed his shoulders, popped a piece of jerky into his mouth, and said:

"During the war, I stayed in the Hinterlands, and I also walked through the mountain roads of Alterac with Chief Orgrim. I am very familiar with it. If the pirate can bring them a ship as agreed, then I will Be sure to bring them safely to the shores of the Hinterlands."

"Well, yes."

Bu Rocks nodded, he thought for a while, and then said:

"But don't hurry, we have to meet that pirate again. We have been a 'thug' for him, and we have saved his people and civilization, and he still owes us something.

Go rest, Wat Locke.

Don't think too much, we'll teach Goel well. "

Sending his younger brother to rest, Bo Rocks continued to sit cross-legged behind the large dragon, still frowning and putting together the fragments of the battle ax in front of him.

But after a few seconds, Rocks looked left and right and quietly raised his left hand.

In the palm of his hand, there was a weird rune, the shape of the rune was very similar to the war rune that Lothar had wrapped around his body in Dalaran before.

The old orc didn't know when he had this thing in his hand, but he was sure that it was after he chopped down Deathwing's axe.

This seemed to mean that he was noticed by some kind of supreme being.

Do not.

That's not accurate.

The orcs, who should be represented by him, were noticed by the war god sitting high above the clouds.

It was a power to respond to, but Boo Rocks couldn't decide whether to respond to it, after all, the orcs had had enough of the terrible trouble of responding to power casually.

The death of a world is enough for them to learn to be cautious.

——

While Dunholde Castle was being attacked, Silverpine Forest, near the Dalaran Crater.

This is the landscape shaped by the out-of-control magic power that was supposed to destroy the entire northern Xinjiang continental shelf was transferred underground and detonated, and the city above it has been shattered into slag.

It was so evenly broken that it was difficult for those disgraced little mages who had escaped the catastrophe to stand by the pit and want to pick up something as a souvenir.

All the items in the entire city were mixed with the broken earth and piled "evenly" at the bottom of the big pit. It is foreseeable that it will be a long and difficult process to collect usable things from those residues.

Fortunately, the "space" extended by magic in each wizard tower is still there, like invisible lost treasures. As long as the wizards can find a way to open them, they will not lose everything.

But if the memory is not good, there is nothing wrong. After the main body of the mage tower collapses, the magic space attached to the main body will gradually dissipate due to the loss of magic power supply.

If there is no way to reopen them before they die completely, everything that lives and dies inside will be lost in the void. Maybe it will suddenly reappear in some parts of the physical world after a few years or ten years.

But most of the time, if it’s gone, it’s gone, and you can only consider yourself unlucky.

It is said that the mysterious "postmaster" can retrieve those things, but even among the mage groups in Dalaran, there are very few people who know the spell to summon the postmaster's servant.

But now the mages of Dalaran haven't had time to pay attention to this. The high-level mages headed by the council of six have received reports from some cavalry that there are a large number of orcs active in the forest.

So they set off full of anger, and wanted to spread the anger of the city's destruction on these damned orcs.

Kargath Bladefist didn't know which link went wrong. In short, after he took a nap for a while, he and his elite Shattered Hands were surrounded by a group of berserk mages.

With such a large difference in numbers, they must not fight and must retreat, but the problem is that Kargath is not a veteran of the orc war, he is very strange to this land.

After wandering around with the tribe for more than ten minutes, instead of running out, they were trapped and died in a newly formed valley by the shrinking encirclement net of the mages.

"Poisoned!"

Kargath looked around, and this beautiful orc man with flowing long hair grinned ferociously, and he said:

"Stop running! Fight them to the death here, kill a few more mages, kill a hundred! Bring endless pain to them!"

"Roar!"

This crazy proposal was immediately cheered and presided over by all the Shattered Hand lunatics, and they began to poison their ferocious fist blades and weapons without fear.

Kargas himself planned to do the same, but just as he took out the poison sac, a voice suddenly sounded from a tree not far away.

"Hey, do you orcs have such a sense of ritual even in courting death?"

"Ok?"

Chief Shattered Hand raised his head and saw an old man in a noble hunting suit standing on a branch. The latter was playing with a broken demon claw and said to him condescendingly:

"I know there is a way to get all of you out, but I need you to agree to one request.

I used to have a big power, but now it's destroyed, as you can see, I'm just a middle-aged man, but I don't want to throw in the towel

I formally invite you to join Kargath Bladefist, Ravenholdt who has just been ashes and is about to be reborn. I feel like my organization should be more 'inclusive' after this failure.

what is your opinion? Blade Fist Master. "

(end of this chapter)