"Run! Come on! Taresha. ”

The little orc Thrall witnessed Blackmore's death in battle, he saw the entire castle being submerged in the tide of death, he was terrified, he was powerless to fight back, and could only flee the ruined castle with his best friend.

Escape from his home...

Despite being named "slave" ("Sal" means "slave" in the lingua franca), Thrall still calls it home, and he has nowhere to go except the cold castle.

The girl in the shabby floral dress is called Taresha, the daughter of the baker in the castle, Sal's best friend, and now she takes Sal's hand and runs wildly in the darkness with Sal, her eyes are full of tears, her parents have disappeared in the previous massacre, if she hadn't been helping Sal bandage her wounds at the time, I'm afraid she wouldn't have escaped a tragic fate.

"Sal, where are we going?"

Taresa looked at the darkness around her in fear, her hand grabbed Thrall's fingers harder, the girl was scared, it was natural, she would definitely be afraid.

Little Taresa is 10 years old this year, 2 years older than Sal, but human children are still short at this age, and Sal, an orc child who is only 8 years old, is already 1.6 meters tall, looking from a distance, it looks like a real young man, the physical fitness of orcs is too good, in one aspect, humans are far from being comparable to them.

And Thrall has high hopes from Major General Blackmore since he was a child, and the Major General instructed the brave Lieutenant Drake to teach Thrall martial arts, and also let his attendants teach Thrall words and knowledge, of course, he did not do it well, when the Major General picked up Thrall who was still a baby 6 years ago, he wanted to train this little orc to be 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 problem, and at that time, Thrall, who has been trained by him to be loyal to humans, will become a template for dealing with orcs, and the major general himself will also soar as a result.

However, after the Major General saw the fighting power of the orcs with his own eyes, an even more arrogant idea appeared in Blackmore's heart, he wanted to train Thrall to be the leader of the future orcs... Take control of Thrall to command the orcs, and then lay down a true kingdom for himself.

Yes, the ambitions of the major general are very large.

And Thrall did not disappoint him, although he was only eight years old, Thrall was able to easily defeat human soldiers in 1 vs 1 with his innate strength and fighting talent, unlike other rough orcs, Thrall was taught to read since he was a child, and he was also very eager for knowledge.

This kind of excellence in both aspects satisfied the major general, and sometimes he even felt that if Sal were a human being, he would definitely be his best heir.

It's a pity he's an orc...

Thrall was just a child, and he didn't know what Major General Blackmore expected of him, but after all, Major General raised him as an adult, and although he would be ruthlessly whipped with leather whips many times, most of the time, Major General treated him well, at least much better than the other aliens who were imprisoned in the castle.

He had his own house in the basement of the castle, his own bed, and even his own bookshelf, and he could eat meat every day, enough food, and be taught by a special person, and this kind of living conditions, it is no exaggeration, are happier than 80% of human civilians.

So Sal also felt that in fact, there was nothing wrong with being a gladiator of a major general, except for the lack of freedom...

"I don't know, Taresha."

Sal gasped and stopped, the two children had rushed out of the castle and into the darkness, he turned his head and looked at Taresa with tears on his face, Sal's pale blue eyes also flashed a trace of pain, he regarded Major General Blackmore as a relative, tonight, he and Taresa had lost their loved ones.

"Don't cry, Taresha! I'll protect you. ”

The little orc helped the little girl wipe away her tears, and the two lonely children could only support each other in the dark.

Taresa grabbed Thrall's arm and followed Thrall in fear, in her young heart, orcs were nothing to fear, brave major generals could easily defeat them, and the only orc beside her, Thrall, was a very polite friend.

Taresa still remembers that two years ago, when a drunken veteran tried to hurt her that night, it was Thrall who stood up and knocked over the drunken soldier, and the little orc at that time took the initiative to enter the orc's berserk for the first time in order to protect his friend, he roared like a beast, and killed the damned veteran by mistake.

Thrall was locked up for a month, but since then, the two have become true good friends, and Thrall will secretly hide the meat allocated to him and share it with Taressa, and every time he is injured after the battle, Taresa bandages Sal's wounds.

"Sal, why don't we go find your people, those orcs... You are also one of them, and they will take you in. ”

Taresa didn't know about the war in the outside world, she just knew that in the current hills, in addition to humans, there were the most orcs, and in Sal's case, as long as she entered the human camp, she would be ruthlessly killed.

But this proposal was rejected by Saar.

"Nope! Taresha, we can't go to the orcs! ”

Little Sal squatted down, put down his one-handed axe and round shield in his hand, opened the leather bag around his waist, took out a piece of bread, and gave half to the little girl, and while biting on the cold bread, he said:

"The Major General took me to the battlefield ... I have met my "compatriots". ”

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

"They're not like me, they're like... It's like crazy beasts, their eyes are blood red, I can't feel emotion in their eyes, Taresha, even if they don't hurt me, they will kill you, I can't take risks, I have nothing, I can't lose you. ”

The little girl couldn't help but draw closer to Sal, and as she ate her bread and wiped her tears, she whispered in a somewhat lost voice:

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

"We... Let's go..."

Thrall, who had been living in the castle, had no understanding of the outside world and didn't know where to go, when the two children were struggling for their future when the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground woke them up.

Thrall picked up his tomahawk and shield and held Taresa behind him, and he mustered up his courage and stepped forward, looking at the dark earth in front of him, where a familiar figure was moaning in pain.

"Lieutenant Drake!"

Sal couldn't help but shout, and he stepped forward with Taresha, but before he could make contact with the badly wounded lieutenant, a dark figure appeared in front of him.

"Ahh It's you! ”

Sal saw him, and immediately grabbed the one-handed axe in his hand, there was already a blood-red light in his eyes, obviously, the appearance of this guy made Sal feel unparalleled pressure.

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

He knew that the orc's name was Thrall, and he knew what role this little orc would play in the next 30 years of history, and it was no exaggeration to say that Thrall would be the pillar of future history, just like Varian and Arthas... Without him, the course of the history of this world would have changed by at least 60%!

The Death Knight's fingers brushed against the hilt of his sword at his waist, a gesture that made Thrall feel threatened, and the little orc knew that he was no match for him, but thinking of Taresa behind him, he gritted his teeth, let out an orc roar, and rushed towards Tyrion.

The one-handed tomahawk in his hand was raised high and slashed at Tyrion's chest.

"Bang"

The icy sword suddenly unsheathed, Thrall's full force could even make Tyrion take a step back, and the rough one-handed axe in the orc's hand was cut straight away, and he was also slapped directly to the ground by the sword.

"Huh"

The cold blade of the sword rested against Thrall's neck, and the little orc raised his head and stared at Tyrion as he cried out in the lingua franca:

"Kill me! Let Taresa go, please! ”

"Nope! Sal, no! ”

Ignoring the horizontal blade, the little girl lunged at Thrall, kneeling before Tyrion and begging the grim dead:

"Let Sal 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 of Thrall was too important, as long as Tyrion swung his sword, he would definitely not survive tomorrow morning...

He does have to challenge fate, but he doesn't plan to die yet...

"Huh"

The chilling sword was stuck in the ground in front of Thrall's eyes, and the Death Knight retreated silently into the darkness.

"Your name is Sal? Very good...

"Go to Alterac, it's your destiny."

It took a few minutes for Sal to shake off the coldness that had shrouded him, and he got up and helped Taresa up, the two children were a little confused by what had just happened, they didn't understand why the Death Knight could have killed them so easily, and why he had let them go.

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

"Lieutenant Drake, are you alright?"

He struggled to lift the badly wounded lieutenant, the hapless lieutenant was already unconscious, he had escaped his life from Tyrion before, this time, he was still looked at by the death knight because of his brave fighting, his whole body was frozen, but it was not actually life-threatening.

Tyrion liked such a warrior, and it was not impossible to spare his life in the absence of a conflict of interest, not to mention, according to the Chaldean priest, Lieutenant Drake was the only one who wanted to send troops to help the elves at that time.

From this point alone, even the bitter and vengeful Rogrio would choose to forgive him, and in that case, he should not die.

"Thrall! Thrall! See what I found? ”

Taresha's shout made the little orc look up, and then he saw the little girl grasping the reins of the horse, and with great difficulty pulled out a docile pony covered in blood from the side of the road, which was probably the one who escaped from the castle in the chaos, but anyway, fate favored the three men.

A moment later, the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the darkness, and in the night on the other side, Tyrion watched the horse carrying two children and a wounded man disappear, he didn't interfere too much, and he didn't have much ill feeling for Thrall.

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

On the other side, the chaos in the castle continues, but after the death of Major General Blackmore, the awakened corpses fall again, giving the fleeing soldiers a way out, and they try to escape the castle in groups, but in the darkness of the night, two death knights with sharp blades stand in front of them.

This cold ending made all the soldiers despair, and at that moment, a bright light lit up in the night.

"Evil! Disperse! ”

The Chaldean priest walked out of the darkness with his staff held aloft, and behind him, hundreds of soldiers were gathered, the young priest was wrapped around his body by the holy light, he looked at the cold death knight in front of him, and he shouted:

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

"Your weak light can't do anything! Poor worm! ”

Miss Luminas's acting skills exploded, she brandished her sword and rushed towards the Chaldean priest, this scene caused the soldiers to raise their weapons, and the Chaldean priest raised his hand without fear, and the holy light condensed in his hand in the shape of a war hammer, and slammed into the body of the death knight.

"The Light will punish you!"

"Poof"

Luminas spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew back at a faster speed, even knocking down Celent, who was watching the play on the side, and the two death knights stood up in embarrassment, staring viciously at the Chaldean priest who was like a messenger of sound and light.

"You've won today! Abominable priest! But we didn't lose so easily! ”

"Next time! The next time you meet, you're dead! ”

"Ding, Ding, Ding"

The scene of the death knight fleeing in rout to the muffled sound of the horse's bell stunned all the soldiers, but the next moment they cheered in unison, and they gathered around the Chaldean priest, and some sincere believers even knelt on the ground and kissed the priest's instep with tears on their faces.

"Warriors! The Light will not fail, gather the others, we have to get out of this place covered in death! ”

A hint of undisguised pain flashed in the eyes of the Chaldean priest, this deception was challenging his bottom line, but Tyrion was right, in this case, someone had to step up and be a hero in order to save more lives, even if it was a white lie, he was saving lives anyway.

The noble responsibility and mission made the Chaldean priest relent, and he cried out:

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

"Holy Light... Will bless us! ”