In the darkness of the night, Dunhold Castle is like a giant beast with its back to the mountain.

This purpose-hardened fortress is on the front line of the confrontation between humans and orcs, and a week ago, there would be at least 2 battles almost every day, and many soldiers were sent back to their hometowns in body bags every day, and soldiers from various countries poured into the castle in a steady stream, which was the "golden age" of Dunhold Castle's development.

At that time, Major General Blackmore, who was in charge here, could mobilize an army of more than 4,000 people at will, which was a local warlord, and even Marshal Lothar, the commander-in-chief of the battlefield, would talk to him very politely, which made Major General Blackmore, who was determined to do something big, very satisfied.

However, it is a pity that the major general's spring breeze did not last long, and after the kingdom of Alterac defected to the enemy and ceded the passage to the hinterland of Lordaeron to the orcs, Major General Blackmore's position became quite awkward.

He was born and raised in Alterac, and now his homeland has played an inglorious role in this war between humans and orcs, and these soldiers who fought on the front lines were betrayed by their own king.

For a time, all kinds of gossip spread, although Marshal Lothar repeatedly told Major General Blackmore that there was no need to worry about this, he believed in the loyalty of the Major General to the Alliance, but in the space of seven days, more than 60% of the army was evacuated from Dunhold Castle, which represented the real attitude of the upper echelons towards him.

This has made the mood of the major general unusually bad in recent days ... When people are in a bad mood, they always like to play some "games" to vent their anger.

"Smack"

Major General Blackmore slammed the leather whip in his hand on the ground, and in front of his eyes, a young orc rolled outward with difficulty, dodging the blow, unlike other orcs, although this young orc was also green-skinned, his eyes were pure blue, which meant that the little orc was not completely infected by demonic blood, and he didn't know where the major general found him.

"Fight back! Thrall! ”

The major general exuded a heavy smell of alcohol all over his body, apparently drunk, and he did not wear his own general's uniform, but only a shirt and military trousers covered with wine stains, and looked very bad.

He swung his whip again and struck at the young orc:

"As a warrior! You can't always dodge! Come attack me! ”

In the basement of the castle, he yelled at the orc:

"Thrall! Offensive! ”

The little orc, dressed only in rudimentary clothes, managed to dodge two whips with difficulty, but was whipped on the arm by the third, which made him curl up in pain, and this gesture made the major general very dissatisfied, he threw down the whip, strode forward, and stepped on the orc's chest with his boot, and he roared loudly like an angry lion:

"Why don't you fight back! You coward! You insult your race! You don't look like an orc at all, are you a kobold? ”

In the face of his rage, the little orc took the Admiral's leg with difficulty, and he replied in a very fluent lingua franca, even with a hint of Lordaeron's accent:

"Because you are a noble master, I cannot harm the master..."

This sentence made the drunken major general pause, at this moment of being excluded by all his colleagues, the words of this little orc actually made him drunk, have a trace of comfort, his expression changed a little, he withdrew his boots, he stretched out his hand and pulled the orc up from the ground, he squatted in front of the little orc, staring at the orc's blue eyes, he put his hand on his shoulder.

"You're good! Thrall! You have lived up to my hard work. ”

"Lieutenant Draco told me that you learned the art of war very quickly, and the Olmer chamberlain also said that you had finished reading the General History of Lordaeron, which is good... Remember, Sal, that you are not like your savage and stupid kind, and that after the war is over, you will live in the human world in a new identity, and you will be the bravest gladiator under my command, and you will be my hero! ”

The Major General gasped for a moment, and he seemed to see the future carried by the blue-eyed little orc in front of him.

"Eventually, you will be the leader of your people... Earn me the place I deserve! Or even the whole world... This is good! ”

The little orc was only 8 years old this year, and he could not understand the hopes that Major General Blackmore had placed on him in front of him, but this did not change the senses in his simple heart, so after a while, he waved his arms like a child and shouted:

"I won't let you down, master!"

This answer pleased the drunken Major General, and with a twinkle in his eyes, he reached out and grasped Thrall's arm, which had a hideous whip mark on it, and he whispered:

"Don't blame me for whipping you, Sal, for a warrior to learn to fight, he must first learn to be beaten, does it hurt?"

The Major General's fingers caressed Thrall's wound, making the little orc grin in pain, but he gritted his teeth and said:

"It doesn't hurt! When I learned combat skills with Mr. Draco, it hurt a lot more than that. ”

"Good, that's what a man looks like!"

Blackmore stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the basement, and commanded the guards standing outside the door:

"Go! Find the Taresa and his wife to bandage Sal and prepare him a little meat for dinner as a reward for his loyalty. ”

"Yes! Checkmate! ”

The major general walked out of the castle and was blown by the cold evening breeze, his drunken head became a little clearer, the matter of the little orc Sal can be put later, he looked at the moonlight above his head, and now there were more urgent matters in front of him.

"Should I take the soldiers to Lordaeron... They have just gone through a brutal battle of defense, and now is the time when soldiers are needed, and my surrender will be welcomed, no doubt..."

The major general stroked his beard, the ship of the Alterac Kingdom is already sinking, and no smart person should pin his fate on this ship, in the current situation, it is wisest to find another home, although he was born in the Alterac Kingdom, the Rear Admiral has been dissatisfied with that cowardly kingdom and royal family for a long time.

The most important thing is that if he throws in Lordaeron at this time, he will definitely be able to catch up with the next stage of the orc counterattack, he is already aware of the news of the orc retreat, and with this kind of general situation clear, there is not much time left for the major general, he must complete this matter in the next few days.

"I'm destined to make a career!"

The Major General silently told himself in his heart that he also believed that he could become a big man, and that the orc war had already earned him enough merit, if it weren't for Aiden. Pirenod's cowardice, after the end of the war, he can at least become a general, and even win the position of marshal of the kingdom of Alterac.

"What a pity..."

The Major General snorted and turned around to go back to the castle to rest, but at this moment, the sound of panic and the clashing of weapons from the front of the castle made the Major General turn back suddenly.

"What's wrong with there?"

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Tyrion pulled the sword out of the soldier's chest in front of him, and the action seemed to drain all the soldier's strength, leaving him on his knees weakly, his face still frightened, but his heart had been shredded and frozen, and he was dead.

This kind of killing could no longer bring any more emotional turmoil to the death knight, he stepped over the corpse and continued forward, and after a few moments, the residual death energy poured into the corpse, awakening the soulless corpse, he staggered to his feet, weapon in hand, and joined the "army" behind his new master.

Seeing that there were more and more soldiers who were awakened, Tyrion drew another long sword with his backhand, with two swords in his hand, his attack speed suddenly accelerated, and the death energy that lingered outside his body was transformed into a visible frost, like an ice storm of action, no soldier could stop him, often at the moment of contact, the soldiers' weapons were frozen, and the next sword was taken away from life.

It was a horrific killing.

"Get out of here!"

Glokush, who was following Tyrion, was besieged by several soldiers who pounced on him, and the orc death knight brutally cut down the battle axe in his hand, which belonged to Blackhan. The huge force of the black hand tossed all the soldiers in front of them to the ground, and before they could get up, the death power unleashed by the orcs turned into a ferocious strangulation, grabbing the bodies of these soldiers into the air.

Their dangling bodies struggled desperately, but the next moment, sharp arrows pierced their hearts, and behind the Death Knights, the Dark Rangers who had climbed the walls raised their warbows, turning the human soldiers rushing towards the gate into corpses.

Setrun and Luminas split in two directions and rushed into the barracks on both sides in the night to create chaos, and the soldiers who were awakened were no match for the Death Knight who burst into battle, in fact, before they could react, they were drowned by the tide of corpses set off by the two Death Knights, or they were drained of blood by Salen, who was following behind the Death Knight.

In short, less than 5 minutes after the Death Knight stormed the castle, the interior of the castle was boiling like boiling water, and by the time Lieutenant Drake and his soldiers joined the chaotic battlefield of the castle, the battle had become insane and terrible under the attack of the hundreds of corpses awakened by the Death Knight.

In the face of the legion of corpses that have come back from the dead, the morale of ordinary soldiers has almost plummeted, in this case, it is necessary for the paladins to come out and purify these corpses, but here's the problem, the last team of paladins has already evacuated the castle 3 days ago, and no one can save them anymore.

Amid the screams of the soldiers, the corpses that were difficult to be hacked to death by the sword rushed into their group with the frenzy of death, and in the waving fingers of Tyrion, the explosion of these corpses added a more gloomy footnote to this cold night.

"Where's the church?"

Tyrion inserted his twin swords into the scabbard, he waved his left hand, and the three soldiers who rushed towards him were caught by the Death Grip, and then they were thrown out of the air, smashing the soldiers behind them to the ground, and the dark shadows suspended in the sky smashed into the ground, and the huge zombie dragon let out an ugly roar, biting the panicked and fleeing soldiers in their mouths.

Although they have lost the ability to eat, the instinct of the dead to hate the living drives the zombie dragon to bite the soldiers in their mouths, and in the blood splashed, the entry of the two zombie dragons completely wiped out the last hope of the soldiers.

Faced with Tyrion's question, the Chaldean priest who followed him turned pale, his eyes were closed, and his trembling hands kept spinning the rosary, trying to calm his heart with the sacred scriptures, but he finally failed, the pungent smell of blood rushed into his nostrils, he opened his eyes and saw a soldier's neck being torn apart by a walking corpse with his teeth, this terrifying scene finally broke through the priest's bottom line.

He bent over and rushed to the side and began to retch.

"Smack"

The cold armor rested on his shoulders, and the weak priest felt the cold, and he stretched out his hand with difficulty and pointed in a direction:

"Right there! Right there... Don't kill these soldiers, they're innocent! Enough, enough! ”

"Innocent?"

Tyrion grabbed the priest by the shoulder, and dragged the poor Chaldean priest almost in a drag manner towards the church in the darkness of the night in the distance, the death that was happening around him could not affect his cold heart at all, he raised his foot, kicked the body that stood in the way, and he whispered:

"Rogge is also innocent, the elves who died that night are also innocent, they also have families, they also have children, they are also kind people... You see, Chaldean pastor, kindness turns into indifference and resentment if it is not reciprocated, and I just give them back what they deserve a long time ago. ”

"Smack"

His left hand was grabbed by the priest as if in a prayer, and the Chaldean priest cried out with difficulty:

"Let them escape! They are no threat to you! They are not responsible for the death of Mr. Rogge and want to kill... Just kill Blackmore, he's the culprit! These soldiers have never had the blood of your countrymen on their hands! ”

"But they don't save themselves when they die, they watch others fight for survival, and they hide in the dark to enjoy peace, and since they have done so, they should have thought about the consequences a long time ago."

Tyrion was unmoved, the dilapidated church had come into view, he looked back at the soldiers whose will had been completely broken, his eyes narrowed, he lowered his head, looked at the Chaldean priest, the priest's eyes were full of pleading and pleading, thinking of the current identity of the priest, an evil idea suddenly jumped into Tyrion's heart.

"You want to save them, right? Would you rather be a hero? Chaldeans. Morgan, as long as you nod, I'll let them go, and you can be a hero..."

The Chaldean priest looked up suddenly, he looked at Tyrion's ice-blue eyes, he didn't believe that this guy who exuded the smell of death all over his body could be so kind, he took a deep breath:

"And at what cost?"

The Death Knight's eyes blinked:

"You have to work for me, I won't let you kill people and set fires, I just need you to stay in peace in Stormwind, which will inevitably be rebuilt in the future, and if necessary, I will go to you... You see, you're here to save the wretched, and that doesn't conflict with your faith. ”

The Chaldean priest looked back at the soldiers who had been slashed by the Death Knights, he clenched his fists, the priest had been so brave for the first time ever, he turned his head and looked directly into Tyrion's eyes:

"Good! I promise you! ”