Chapter 23 22. Oath. Destiny (Part 2)

When Alleria stepped out of Windrunner's Tower, she was stopped by a woman in black chain mail.

The two stood on the grass of the Windrunner Manor. Their figures and cheeks were so similar, except that Aurelia had long golden hair and the woman in front of her had short, chic hair. They almost never looked the same. carved out of a mould.

"Sylvanas, what do you want to tell me?"

Alleria looked at her younger sister calmly, the second sister of the three Windrunner sisters, the proudest and most extreme girl in the Windrunner family, she is also an elite ranger who persistently regards her mother as her goal and vows to surpass her. .

Facing the eldest sister's questioning, Cirvanas Windrunner pursed his lips and held the war bow behind his back with his backhand, but didn't say a word.

This undisguised confrontation made Alleria, who had already made a choice and returned to her calm mood, a little impatient. She reached out and rubbed her forehead, and said in a deep voice:

"I'm busy, don't waste my time...sister."

"Mother finally chose you!"

Cirvanas said, her voice was a little more intense and unwilling than Alleria's calm, she stared at the red, large, ancient And the powerful war bow, which is the inheritance mark of the Windrunner family, represents the power of the Windrunner patriarch, and is called Sasdora's fetish.

According to legend, this war bow was made thousands of years ago by the most famous bow maker of Quel'Thalas, using the branches of Sas'ara, the mother tree of the high elves. , held by every ranger general, that is, the patriarch of the Windrunner, countless souls have died under this bow.

It has become the icon and legend of the Windrunner House.

"She gave you Sasdora... So, you too will be the next Ranger-General, right?"

Cirvanas took a deep breath. She looked at her sister, with unwillingness, anger, disappointment, and helplessness in her eyes. Finally, she moved her fingers away from the war bow. She turned around and said softly :

"That is the goal I have pursued all my life. Unfortunately, I still failed in front of you...I can only congratulate you, sister."

Cirvanas clenched her fists and walked out of the manor, but she was stopped by Alleria just as she took two steps.

"younger sister..."

"What else do you want to say?"

Cirvanas looked back at his sister:

"Is it a victor's proclamation?"

"No"

Alleria shook her head:

"My mother didn't choose me, Sylvanas, Tyrion chose me, he recommended me to Prince Kael'thas, he fulfilled our childhood agreement with his life... But I refused .”

"What did you say?"

There was a trace of shock in Cirvanas' eyes: "You rejected the inheritance of the Ranger General? That was your dream since childhood!"

"But suddenly I don't want to be a ranger general anymore. Commanding thousands of troops can't bring back those who have left."

Alleria took a deep breath, her fingers were throbbing, the dagger that was handed over to her by Lor'themar fell into the palm of her hand, and she reached out to hold the dagger that always covered her left eye. With blond hair, the red dagger in the other hand is raised.

"swish"

That strand of blond hair was cut off, exposing Aurelia's covered left eye to the air. On that equally beautiful left eye, there was a sky-blue battle pattern across half of her face, which did not damage it. The beauty of this face, on the contrary, added a bit of wild charm to her, and on her neck, the blood-stained pendant was so conspicuous.

"Tyrion said that the battle pattern is not good-looking, so I don't want to show it to too many people... But now, it doesn't matter."

Alleria opened her hand, and the blond hair in her hand was flying around in the wind. She walked towards her unyielding sister. When she passed by her side, a sincere smile appeared on the corner of Aurelia's mouth:

"Go, Cirvanas, you will inherit the mother's position. Although I took Sasdora away, I believe that you will still become a qualified ranger general."

"how about you?"

Ten seconds later, Cirvanas, who finally accepted the shocking news, turned around abruptly. Looking at the eldest sister who was already on the horse behind her, she asked loudly:

"Aurelia! What are you going to do!"

"I?"

Alleria reached out and pulled up her ranger hood, covering most of her face in shadow, which also made her voice hoarse and deep.

"I'm going to continue my destiny..."

"The orcs took my Tyrion. In the rest of my life, I will kill every orc I see! I will drive those beasts back to their world!"

"I've lost the most important thing, and I won't allow myself to lose anything else...Tyrion always said he wanted to be a troll slayer, so...let me be a...orc slayer. "

"Recovery"

Amidst the neighing of the Quel'dorei's war horse, Alleria, carrying the bow of Thasdora, disappeared into the road of Eversong Forest, as if she had completely stepped into another fate that diverted. , Sylvanas Windrunner got the general position she longed for, however, this proud lady couldn't be happier.

"I don't want your charity! Alleria!"

Cirvanas shouted loudly towards the deserted forest: "I will prove in the end that I am better than you!"

"Aurelia...protect yourself!"

When that shout echoed in the forest, Cirvanas already had tears in his eyes.

She and her younger sister Vereesa are like two abandoned girls, leaning alone on the railing of the manor. Vereesa, who has just grown up, looks at the direction where her eldest sister disappeared, and her fingers stroke her right arm. There, there are also black cloth strips representing mourning.

"Second sister... brother Tyrion... died, I am so sad, my brother even wrote me a letter, he is also very sad, you know, he has always admired brother Tyrion."

"Well, he's dead...so we're going to take his share...and go on living and eventually become like him."

"But don't you hate brother Tyrion? Second sister."

"Oh... I don't hate it anymore."

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On the other side, at the moment when the three sisters of the Windrunner family finally moved towards different destinies, in the middle of the continent extremely far away from Quel'Thalas, on a land full of swamps, wild beasts and assassins on both sides, in a certain place that was captured An important conversation is also going on in the fort.

Grim Batol, this is a typical dwarven city. It is located underground. It was established by the Wildhammer dwarves who split in the Dwarf Three Hammer War 300 years ago. However, in the later period of the Three Hammer War, this fortress was Unwilling to fail, the Dark Iron dwarf conjurer cast a curse, so the Wildhammer dwarves had to continue to migrate north, and finally settled in Eagle's Nest Mountain.

Now, this strong but dark fortress already belongs to the orcs, and it has become the most important stronghold of the orc tribe in the central part of the continent. The orcs of the recalcitrant dwarf army number more than 120,000, which is also the most elite force under the leadership of Chief Orgrim Doomhammer.

"click, click"

The underground dark fortress is always a bit damp, so the orcs used to put a brazier in the stone house to keep warm. At this time, in the light of the dancing flame of the brazier, in the room of the warchief, Orgrim was talking with The patriarchs of several clans were discussing about the Amani trolls.

"I think Saurfang should be punished!"

An old orc sitting at the bottom said in a deep voice:

"Due to his incompetent failure, Zul'jin was killed. Although we brought back Zul'jin's body, I don't think that group of rebellious Amani trolls will join us just because of a corpse. Us! The combined plan is broken, Orgrim, can you turn a blind eye to this?"

Facing this kind of implicitly malicious questioning, the great chief Orgrim, who was sitting on the top chair, was noncommittal. This great chief was from the Blackstone clan, and his appearance was no different from ordinary orcs. The most obvious thing was His brown skin.

This means that the great chief did not drink the blood of the demon, he was not infected by the blood of fel energy, he is a pure-blooded orc!

Thanks to the Blackstone Clan's excellent forging skills, the chief was wearing a set of black plate armor that he forged himself. In his hand, he held his family weapon, a warhammer that was said to be blessed by the elements.

Doomhammer! A weapon that scares countless enemies on the battlefield!

"Zuluhed, it's been almost a year since I handed over the artifact we discovered to you!"

Orgrim opened his mouth to talk about another matter. The chief's voice was deep, echoing in the room, full of power:

"In the end, you only brought out a few young dragons that were not very obedient... These young dragons are of no help to the war! You still have the face to accuse Saurfang... At least Varok killed the murderer, Avenged Zul'jin!"

"Hmph, what the great chief said is good!"

A clan chief who held a ferocious bone staff, lost his right eye, painted his face and body with oil paint, and tied his black hair into a pigtail said sinisterly:

"Speaking of being incompetent, besides that trash of Gul'dan, that's you, Zuluhed! In the Blood Ring clan, a guy like you who can't get things done will be thrown into the cage by us!"

"boom"

The patriarch of the Dragonmaw clan who was ridiculed, the dragon trainer Zuluhed, slammed his fists on the table. He didn't dare to complain to the increasingly prestigious chief, so he aimed at the one-eyed orc:

"Kilrogg! It seems that you have forgotten your clan's disastrous defeat in the war with those Gurubashi trolls in Stranglethorn Vale. Shall I remind you, those copperbeard dwarves in Dun Morogh who are still stubborn, let you How many times has your clan tasted defeat?"

"boom"

A blood-red saber slashed fiercely on the table. Red Blackhand, who represented the Thunder King Clan and the Black-tooth Grinning Clan at the meeting this time, couldn't bear it anymore. His eyes were filled with anger, and he stared at With the Zuluhed:

"You dare to slander Saurfang Warlord? You dare to slander a true hero! You coward! Come on! Have a Mak'Gora, and I will cut off your head myself!"

"Hey! The little mad dog of the Mafia! Who are you barking at!"

Another old orc who had been sitting on the edge, naked to the waist, with his white hair tied into a braid, stood up abruptly, and pulled out the battle knife similar to Blackhand behind his back. The chieftain of the Burning Blade clan, Old Dale Triple Bloodblade, said in a deep voice :

"Want to use this sword master's blade to show off? You are not qualified yet!"

"enough!"

"boom"

In the great chief's anger, the black-gray warhammer slammed fiercely on the table in front of him, causing a shocking crack to crack the hard stone table. This sudden outburst made the other chiefs quiet down. Chief Orgrim snorted dissatisfied:

"This is a place for discussion, if you want to fight, go outside!"

Seeing the great chief get angry, everyone fell silent. Orgrim's reputation in today's orc tribe has almost reached the point where he promises everything. Compared with the repeated failures of the first generation of great chief Blackhand Blackhand , after receiving the command of the Horde, Orgrim took only one year to conquer half of the continent with the berserk orcs.

Now, as long as the last human army of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance is defeated, the entire continent will become the new homeland of the orcs!

No one dared to provoke Orgrim at this time. The chiefs of these clans didn't even dare to complain. They were afraid that if Orgrimmar gave an order, the warriors who originally belonged to their respective clans would abandon the chiefs. Under the command of the Warchief.

"You guys are done arguing, now it's time for me to talk!"

The great chief sat on the chair again, and in the dancing flames on both sides, his back looked so huge, like a mountain, and Orgrim's eyes shone brightly on the orc's usual rough cheeks. After a touch of cunning.

"I don't think Saur'jin failed. In fact, I think a dead Zul'jin is more useful than a living Zul'jin. What's more, Zul'jin died at the hands of the high elves. That is the feud of the Amani trolls, as long as you guide them a little, thousands of trolls in the forest will become the best cannon fodder for the tribe... By the way, what did the Amani special envoy say?"

Chief Kilrogg of the Blood Ring clan replied in a low voice:

"They are willing to unite with us, but the premise is that we have to help them break through Silvermoon City, and hand over the elf's body to them, and chop it up into pieces to sacrifice to Zul'jin, but Saurfang is sticking there. Willing to let the troll get close to the corpse. He said that the elf was a warrior, died with honor, and did not deserve to be humiliated by the troll."

"Stupid! Glory? What time is this, Saurfang's brain is broken! Giving the body to those trolls will make them..."

Zuluhed started to taunt again, but this time, the chief of the Burning Blade clan, the old sword Saint Dar. Triple Bloodblade jumped up and pulled out the flame blade Sankesu behind his back. , the blade pointed directly at Zuluhed, and cursed:

"Shut up! You puddle-in-the-mud trash! You've lost the honor yourself, and won't others be allowed to hold it?"

This roar made Zuluhed shut his mouth immediately. The sword master of the Burning Blade clan is recognized as the most capable lunatic in the tribe. He dared not argue with Old Dahl head-on, and the old sword master saw Zuluhed subdued , snorted disdainfully, he looked at the chief, and said in a deep voice:

"On this matter, I support Saurfang! We have avenged the trolls, and they shouldn't ask for so much!"

"Well, that's what I thought too..."

Orgrim nodded, and stopped talking. His eyes flashed with light of thought. At this time, no one dared to disturb him.

"What about the corpse?"

A few minutes later, Kilrogg asked cautiously:

"Gul'dan came to me yesterday, he said that his research on war weapons is almost over, and he needs some corpses of other races for research, and the corpses of high elves are what he needs, but we only have the ranger gone."

"Then give it to him!"

Orgrim closed his eyes:

"This is for the victory of the Horde. This is a sacrifice of honor. I believe Saurfang will understand."

"Go!"