"Bang"

The last of the frost-covered knights fell at Tyrion's feet, their eyes shining so brightly under the heavy helmet, but the wretched man was not strong enough to protect himself and his loyalty and faith.

Or rather, their biggest problem is that they have chosen the wrong opponent.

The magic sword in Tyrion's hand was dripping warm blood little by little as he advanced, and tonight, it was feasted on delicious blood.

And behind the King of the Dark Blades, Arthas, whose left leg was broken, struggled to crawl on the ground, the young paladin prince had no fear in his eyes, even in the face of mortal death, he climbed to the unconscious Gianna with difficulty, and reached out to hold the daughter of the sea who exuded a cold breath in his arms, and behind him, the King of the Dark Blades was looking at the young couple with a scrutinizing gaze.

And opposite him, ** master Kel'thugad struggled to support his body with a staff, and under his left arm that was lowered in a strange posture, drops of cold blood were hanging low to the ground, and behind him, the battle mages who followed him had lost their souls under the ravages of the ghost warriors of the golden sword guard summoned by Tyrion.

The all-in-a-hidden master had used all the magic he had in the past 10 minutes, but he still couldn't stop Tyrion from the slaughter.

How strong is the King of the Blades?

This is a subject that has been studied by countless people in the Human Empire, and it is only some of the conclusions he came to in the early days of the Alahi War, and the battle with the human emperor Lothar, this guy is stronger than the Lothar Emperor, and Lothar, who awakened the bloodline of the barbarian king under the call of the exterminator, is already the most powerful warrior in the human empire at present.

"You're just as talented as Gianna."

Tyrion stepped forward and pressed the blade of his sword against Arthas's neck, and he looked at Kel'thugad, and he whispered:

"But your talent lies in the shadows, not in the orthodox arcane, Antonidas is a terrible teacher, everything he teaches buries your talent, Kel'thugad, listen to me, if you have the life to escape tonight, study the spells of the warlocks, I believe, it will open up a new world for you."

"As for you, Prince Arthas."

Tyrion looked down at Arthas, gritted his teeth, hugged Gianna tightly, and glared at him angrily, and that gaze pleased Tyria, and he slapped Arthas's neck with his cold blade, and said:

"You're in love with Gianna, but it's a pity... In my opinion, she is so much more gifted than you, you will eventually be mortal, and she, she may become the Frost Witch who will save the world... Look at now, you can't even protect yourself, what are you going to love her? ”

Arthas clenched his fists in the face of this taunt, but he could not refute it, in the past countless visions, the prince had imagined the vision of himself commanding an army to regain the territory of the human empire, but now, he saw it with his own eyes, felt the power of the enemy with his own eyes, and that made him feel... Despair.

But even so, Arthas was unwilling to admit defeat when he held the woman he loved, and in his heart he frantically prayed to his faith, and a beating light shone on him, like the most stubborn flame, even the coldest shadow could not extinguish it.

"Bang"

Arthas was lifted from the ground by Tyrion's neck, and the King of the Blades looked at the prince in front of him, and after a few moments, he threw Arthas back to the ground like a mouse.

"No, maybe I'm wrong, you also have talent, maybe the Light... But I can't confirm because I haven't seen it... In short, use the rest of the time to prove it, Prince Arthas, and prove that your existence is important to this world, otherwise next time, you will have a hard time escaping death. ”

As he spoke, Tyrion continued forward, and behind him, Arthas, lying on the ground, stared at the unconscious Gianna, his fists clenched.

"I'm sorry, Anna, I lost..."

"Wow"

The moon-shaped sword pointed at the gloomy ** master Kel'thugad in front of him, and the gloomy eyes made the King of the Dark Blades very uncomfortable, and just as Tyrion was about to stab him, a small creature jumped out from behind Kelthugad, it waved its claws, blocked in front of Kelthugad, and roared at Tyrion.

"Meow! Meow! ”

"No, come back! Mr. Bigworth, come back! ”

The gloomy Kel'thugad became extremely flustered at this moment, he threw down his staff, and fell to the ground despite himself, trying to take the kitten that protected his master in front of him into his arms, but he was a step too late, and the little flower cat with teeth and claws was fixed by Tyrion with two fingers and placed on his arm in the next moment.

"Huh? Is it called Mr. Bigworth? ”

Tyrion stroked the restless kitten, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Kel'thugad in front of him, there was no more peace on the face of the ** master, replaced by a touch of madness, he lifted from the ground, grabbed Tyrion's arm tightly, he gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, and roared:

"Don't touch! Don't touch Mr. Bigworth with your dirty hands! I don't allow it! I don't..."

"Smack"

As soon as Tyrion shook his hand, the ** division fell to the cold ground behind him with blood, he tried to get up with difficulty, but the next moment, Tyrion's cold combat boots stepped on the wound on his arm, and the King of the Dark Blade took the kitten into his arms, and he looked at Kel'thugad condescendingly:

"Your kitten is nice, but it's mine... Want to get it back? OK... Challenge me. ”

"I'm waiting for you, waiting for you, everyone..."

The dark cloak swirled in the air, and Tyrion's footsteps slowly faded away, mixed with the screams of kittens or two, and a few minutes later, in the glow of the portal, the great knights who had rushed back from the front line rushed into the battlefield of Lake Lordamere, and what they saw was a scene like hell, full of frozen corpses and blood, and in the center of this hell, the prince and princess Gianna, who had their hands together and fell into a coma, and the ** who had 7 ribs broken and lost consciousness in excruciating pain Division Kel'thugad.

It looks like a massacre and abuse... But only Tyrion and the night know that tonight, under the surface pain, the fate of these three people has changed completely.

"It's a really good feeling to do good, and I'm happy, and so are you, right?"

Sitting behind the Grim Reaper's Raven, silently retreating into the darkness, Tyrion stroked the kitten's head in his arms, his eyes full of pleasure:

"We're going to do more good in the future, aren't we? Mr. Bigworth? ”

"Meow!"

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"Ahhh

On the endless sea, a small dinghy drifted alone, without oars, only a sail roughly sewn together with clothes, and in the light of the scorching sun, the whole sea was reflected, and in this light, the young orc Garrosh roared madly towards the sea:

"Come on! Wind, big fish, come, kill me! ”

His skin was chapped, his lips were peeling, his eyes were bloodshot, and his spirit had become extremely unstable, and behind him, the limp Thrall and Garrosh were completely two extremes, and this was already the seventh day of their wandering on the sea, and there was only a little bit of food and water left behind by Khadgar, and that little bit was not drunk and eaten, but stored in the alley at the suggestion of the Grand Knight of Vicres.

As a symbol of the last hope...

"Stop shouting, Garrosh, the sea won't pay attention to you."

The Grand Knight of Vicresse, whose face was sallow and his breath was extremely weak, said with difficulty:

"When you're hungry, you swim into the sea to catch fish... I taught you. ”

"Sal, give me some water!"

Garrosh cried out that he was tired, so he leaned down on the plank in despair, held his head, and said to Sal:

"Let the elements you believe in get us some water..."

Thrall sat up with difficulty and sat cross-legged in the dinghy, silently reciting the elemental communication spell that Elder Drektar had taught him, and after a few moments, a slight cool aura enveloped the entire dinghy, and Garrosh let out a comfortable moan, but after less than 2 minutes, the aura was gone, and in the bottle that Sal, Vikreth, and Garrosh had visited, there was also a small half bottle of water.

"That's the amount for today."

Thrall coughed bitterly, "It's too far from the land, and the water elemental here is active, but they ignore me... They seem to be disturbed by another force, and they are very irritable. ”

"Hmm"

Garrosh drained the bottle of water in one gulp, he pursed his chapped lips, and then set his eyes on the box in the center of the dinghy, the thought in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and after a moment, Garrosh reached out without saying a word, trying to open the box, but was stopped by Thrall.

"You can't use up the last supplies!"

Sal shouted:

"If we run out, we're completely finished!"

"What's the difference between us and the end of it?"

Garrosh reacted irritablely:

"We'll die of thirst on this sea for two more days at most, and that food will rot, and if we don't eat it while it's still intact, we'll lose it forever!"

"I said, no!"

After 7 days in a desperate situation, Sal had also become irritable, he glared at Garrosh and roared loudly: "Go back, or I'll beat you!" ”

"Aha? Someone is looking for a fight! ”

Garrosh got up from the cabin, rubbed his wrists, and looked at Sal in front of him:

"Want to taste the fists of real orcs? You human-bred bastard! ”

"Apologies! Or I'll beat you! ”

Thrall's tone also became cold, and seeing that the two young orcs were already on the verge of losing their minds in the torment, the Grand Knight of Vikres, who was leaning on the side, groaned with difficulty:

"Enough, Garrosh, my water for you! Sal, go back! ”

As he spoke, the big knight raised his body with difficulty, trying to hand the water cup beside him to the orc, but just as he raised his head, a seagull flapped its wings and landed on the sail of the dinghy.

"What are you doing!"

Garrosh roared, frightening the seagull into flight, and before he could continue, the voice of the Grand Knight rang out:

"Open the box! Divide the last of the food! ”

"What?"

Garrosh even forgot to be angry, he stared at the Grand Knight and exchanged glances with Thrall again.

"I say, eat the last supplies!"

The Grand Knight breathed a sigh of relief and whispered:

"These seagulls only live where there are boats or by the sea... Either way, boys, we're all saved, eat the last of it, regain your energy, Sal, I want you to use all the elements you can summon to observe the surface of the sea and push us out of here, Garrosh, find a way to sharpen your axe, what awaits us... No one knows yet. ”

"What are you doing? Open the box! Fools, open that bottle of rum too, we're saved! ”

30 minutes later, the dinghy, propelled by the elemental winds to move quickly across the sea, approached a large island, Garrosh stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the island in front of him with a broken telescope, and he waved his axe excitedly:

"Thrall! Vicresse, I see the land! There's a tree on there, it's amazing! ”

"That's good, that's good..."

When the Grand Knight of Vikreth heard the good news, his face turned unusually red, and he fell asleep quietly like a tired man who had been holding on for a long time, when the excited Sal and Garrosh did not notice.

By the time the two young orcs found out about the Great Knight, he had already lost his life in his sleep, but his expression was serene, even with a hint of a smile, as if he had finally fulfilled his noble vow, and this weary soul, after witnessing the death of the Lord in battle and suffering from a painful illness for nearly a week, was finally able to rest after completing his final mission.

Sal and Garrosh buried the body of the Grand Knight of Vikris on the shore of the island with a heavy heart, they deliberately chose a high stone platform, the tombstone of the Grand Knight was facing the sea, and buried the Great Knight's sword with him, which was facing the direction of Kurtilas, in the prayers of Thrall and the desolate battle cry of Garrosh, they expected that the soul of this noble Grand Knight could cross the waves of the sea and return to their dream home.

At this time, on the island in the corner of the world, no one knows what great changes will be brought to this world by the efforts of the Grand Knight of Vikres, the distant nephew of Lord Vikres, who is unknown in history, and the two young orcs he rescued...

However, heroes are not only those warriors who are praised by mouth, sometimes, those who have fallen in the cracks of history can also be called heroes... Moreover, they did not live up to this great word.

May the heroes rest in peace...