Titan Tour of Azeroth

Hillsbrad Foothills, Nanhai Town.

In the largest tavern in the town, five paladins were surrounding a table in the center. They looked tired, looking at the bright crystal floating quietly on the table.

"Finally purified ... I will use this bright crystal to create a peerless weapon to sweep away all the evil and filth in this world!" Mograine moved towards his four companions emotionally Said.

"Good idea, so what name do you want to give it?" Dasuohan asked with a few laughs.

Mograine thought for a moment.

This crystal was born from the shadow, but now it can bring light to the world after purification. It is like a nirvana in the ashes, reborn as a noble existence, and any evil and darkness will kneel in front of it and turn into ashes!

"It ... will be a two-handed sword." Mograine made a decision, and his heart was full of emotions.

"I will use it to promote the virtue of the Paladin and spread the mercy of the Holy Light!"

"It will wipe out any evil in the world and turn them into ashes!"

"It's name, I decided to call it ..." Speaking of which, Mograine paused for a moment, and seemed to be making the final decision.

"The Ashbringer!"

At the same time, a middle-aged man in a black robe was hurried along the road of the town.

Kel'Thuzad ended his secret test in the wild, and now he must rush back to Dalaran, otherwise the old immortal Antonidas will doubt himself again.

The intersection of the Holy Light and Shadow is produced at this moment, and it is also the closest distance.

It was night again, and Blackmore Castle in the east of Hillsbrad Foothills ended the busy day and returned to calm again.

The orc slaves dragged their weary bodies back to their rough and rough wooden house and lay on the cold ground to rest.

Human soldiers who do not need to stand guard return to the castle to start their evening entertainment.

Swoosh! Whizzing!

Several arrows screamed and accurately penetrated the soldiers guarding in front of the gate. The latter covered his **** throat with his hands, hissed, and then slowly fell to the ground, convulsing Died.

"Go ahead, that Thrall should be imprisoned in the castle's dungeon, don't fight for war, covertly act, you big guy follow closely."

Sylvanas put away her longbow and said to Grom Hellscream behind her.

Grom grunted a few times, and was very upset about not being able to fight head-on.

In the dark dungeon, only the torches hanging in the corridor gave out a faint light. Thrall sat on the ground, squinting and reading a history book of humanity with difficulty. This was secretly sent by Tarissa.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear something, put down the book in his hand, stood up, and stared at the corridor stairs.

Crunched, the iron door of the corridor stairs was opened, and then quickly walked in a few strange elves and a strong figure.

"This is Guy, the son of the Frostwolf Patriarch?" Sylvanas pouted at Thrall and looked up and down at the vigilant green-skinned orc in front of her.

The orc walked forward a few steps, opened the hood on his head, and the face of a brown-skinned orc reflected in Thrall's eyes.

"Yes, this is Guille, the only son of my old friend Durotan."

Grom stared at Thrall with his blood-red eyes and grinned wide.

Thrall was very clever. He immediately realized that the comer was not malicious, but instead heard a lot of information from their simple conversation.

"You are from the new tribe? Do you know my father?"

"New tribe ... hehe, you can say that too, yes, I know your father Durotan, he is an upright warrior, very following traditions ... I am the head of the Warsong clan, Grom * Hell growl. "Grom said, drawing the Tomahawk Blood Roar from behind and waving it a few times.

Thrall was excited, and he was finally saved!

But then he thought of something again, stunned for a moment.

"Hell Roar? You ... You are not already in that war ... I learned about it when I studied before ... You ..."

"I'm dead, so you can say that, but now is not a good time to gossip, let's go first, I will tell you in detail after returning to the south, son of Durotan."

"There are other compatriots, they are also locked in this castle, and there are several shelters nearby, can we ..."

Thrall walked out of the cell quickly, and said anxiously while looking for a fitted armor.

"Come on, brother Orc, we are not the only ones here."

Queen Xi molested Thrall, who glanced at the group of elven rangers who came with Grom, and said nothing.

Although full of doubts, Thrall put these in his heart at this moment, and the most important thing is to escape.

At the same time, all the human guards guarding the shelters in the Hillsbrad Foothills area were shot and their bodies lay lying on the ground.

Then the swarming orc prisoners looked at the orc compatriots in front of them with surprise. They were all exceptions, they were all generals who had been killed in the lost war, but they were standing at the moment. In front of them.

Immediately afterwards, a series of resurrected orc death knights staged the orc prisoners, and then led them to set fire to the shelter, killing human soldiers, and finally escaping frantically.

Blackmore Castle, here is also full of fire, and the orc slaves who have been waiting for a long time began to resist. They followed Thrall's order and began to systematically attack the heard human soldiers.

Black Moore did a wrong thing. He should not have taught Thrall so well that Thrall became an excellent leader ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The soldiers under his own are not opponents at all.

"Saar, where do you **** beast want to go!"

Came a roar, a human soldier in heavy armor, holding a two-handed sword in his hand.

Lieutenant Drucker, the human captain who handed over the orc captives to Lothar, was promoted to the orc warden at Blackmore Castle.

Both parents died in the orc war, which made Lieutenant Drucker extremely hatred of the orcs. If there was an order from above, he would have killed all his orc prisoners.

Human soldiers are collapsing, but Lieutenant Drake has not escaped, he is ready to fight a mortal battle.

"Leave, Drake, you are not my opponent, you cannot stop me from being free again, and you do not need to die for Blackmore!"

Thrall holding the battle axe, facing the front

The lieutenant shouted.

"I didn't die for the noble old man, the green-skinned beast! I'm for myself, for my family!"

Just say, Lieutenant Drake raised the big sword in his hand.

Threll sighed.

Killing is the last thing he wants to see.

Although this human being is extremely rude and cruel to them on weekdays, it is undeniable that he is a qualified warrior.