Thrall had never felt such anger. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When Thrall sensed Taresha's twisting and pain from the Wild Spirit, Thrall's blue eyes turned red.

Even until the end, Sal still couldn't believe it. That gentle and kind Taresa died like this—not even her soul!

This time, Sal felt that the last little friendship between himself and Blackmore was gone.

Taresha's death and transformation plunged Thrall into an unprecedented rage.

Thrall began to invoke the power of the elements, asking for the help of the elemental spirits.

This time, it was the Spirit of Flame who responded most fiercely to Thrall—a raging flame blazing on the sharp blade of the spear in his hand.

This is the flame of vengeance!

And on the other side, Blackmore has gone mad.

At first, Blackmore thought that after defecting to Kel'thugad, with the help of the Lich King, he would be able to conquer all of Lordaeron with the help of the Death Knights made from the corpses of the orcs—and he would be crowned king at that time!

However, after Thrall fled, Blackmore lost Kel'thugad's trust.

Kel'thugard gave up on Blackmore and changed his plans. Now, although Dunhold Castle still has a large number of Death Knights. But without Kel'thugad's help, these Death Knights are nothing more than a show.

Blackmore, who was abandoned, transferred his anger to Sal - in his opinion, he failed to be crowned because of Sal's escape, and he had done his best to treat Sal.

Yes, in Blackmore's view, it was a great blessing to treat an orc and not put him in a concentration camp to fend for himself, but to be locked up in solitary confinement and to be taught all sorts of military knowledge and fighting techniques—regardless of his own aims.

However, instead of being grateful to Dade, Sal used a well-planned escape to ruin all his dreams.

Unforgivable.

And yesterday, when Blackmore found out that Taresa had betrayed him, he fell into a state of collapse.

Enraged, Blackmore kills Taresa and transforms himself into a Death Knight overnight.

After the transformation, Blackmore resurrected Taresa and imprisoned her soul in his rune sword. He felt that this was the only way to vent the anger in his heart.

Now, against Sal's amazing momentum. Blackmore laughed instead.

"Let me see you, Sal - how much do you remember about the knowledge and techniques I taught you?"

Urging the skeletal warhorse under his crotch, Blackmore clenched the sharp rune sword in his hand and rushed towards Thrall.

This isn't the first time Thrall has faced an enemy on a mount.

In the arena, Thrall had to face heavily armed human cavalry for some gimmick.

But this time it was different, this time Sal was not facing the living, but the dead - even the horses were dead, and many of the techniques that Sal used against cavalry were difficult to implement, and it was impossible to rely on pain to interfere with the opponent to gain an advantage.

And Sal no longer cares about these skills at this time, and his anger arouses the wildness in Sal's heart.

With the help of the Flame Spirits. Flames began to erupt around Thrall's body, and at this moment, he was like a god of fire.

Just when the skeleton warhorse was halfway through the charge. Thrall raised his spear and pointed it at Blackmore, and a slash of lava flew towards the Death Knight's head.

Faced with the sudden lava explosion, Blackmore was unhurried. The runes on the spine of the longsword in his hand lit up. A miserable green passport protected him.

Although the lava burst broke the passport, Blackmore's charge was only slightly delayed.

And Sal seized this short moment, spear in hand, and rushed forward.

The two approached.

Blackmore, who was holding a rune sword, directly slashed his head and covered his face with a sword. The broad-bladed rune sword swept through the air in a semicircle, bringing with it the sound of whirring wind.

Thrall raised his spear with both hands and blocked it with the shaft.

The rune sword and spear met for the first time.

Blackmore, who was on his horse, tried to take advantage of his mount and overpower Sal. But with the help of the Earth Spirits, Thrall was unmoved.

After a stalemate, the two men chose to take a few steps back and charge again.

The crazy Blackmore now has only one thought in his heart - that is, to keep charging and crushing the orc in front of him who ruined his dream of being a king.

And the angry Thrall had only one wish, he hoped that the furious fire element in his hand could incinerate the beast in front of him.

As a result, the rune sword and the elemental spear collided again and again, and the frost and fire were intertwined into a battle song.

Being able to monitor the orcs here as the lord of Dunhold Castle, Blackmore himself is very skilled. And after transforming into a death knight, his strength is even better. In this case, it would be quite difficult for Thrall to kill him - even then. Thrall's every attack was done with all his might.

"Very good." After another exchange of blades, Blackmore laughed. "Now, as my most successful tool, get back to where you rightfully belong and be my tool again!"

As he spoke, Blackmore stretched out a pair of large hands made of pure shadows and grabbed Thrall directly.

And Thrall didn't expect this hand, and grabbed the shadow grip on his back.

Just when Drunken Wind was feeling a little nervous because of this, Drektar smiled with relief.

"Shamans aren't that simple - we're spellcasters, after all."

Originally, Blackmore saw that Sal would be slaughtered as long as he was caught, and his other hand was already preparing to absorb Thrall's soul - as long as Thrall's soul was absorbed, Blackmore believed that an incomparably powerful death knight was about to be born.

And at the critical moment, the elements around Thrall began to riot.

The elemental fury shattered Blackmore's Shadow Grip and set Thrall free.

Regaining his balance, Sal continued to charge for Blackmore.

This time, Blackmore hastily raised his sword to block, but the sharp rune sword was directly smashed into two pieces by the furious elemental!

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The first watch, I got up late, and the fifth watch remained the same. (To be continued.) )