Chapter 428

"boom"

The last knight whose body was covered with frost fell at Tyrion's feet. Under the heavy helmet, the unwilling eyes gleamed so brightly, but the sad man didn't have enough strength to protect himself and himself loyalty and faith.

In other words, their biggest problem is that they chose the wrong opponent.

The magic sword in Tyrion's hand accompanied his progress, dripping warm blood bit by bit. Tonight, it has tasted delicious blood.

Behind the Dark Blade King, Alsace, whose left leg was broken, struggled to crawl on the ground. This young paladin prince had no fear in his eyes. Beside the unconscious Jaina, she stretched out her hand to hug the daughter of the sea exuding a cold aura, and behind him, the King of the Dark Blade was looking at the young couple with a scrutinizing gaze.

On the opposite side of him, Archmage Kel'Thuzad is struggling to support his body with his staff. Under his left arm which is hanging down in a strange posture, drops of cold blood are hanging down to the ground, and behind him, following him The battle mages who came here have all lost their souls under the ravages of the ghost warriors of the golden sword guards summoned by Tyrion.

The ever-hidden archmage had used all the magic at his disposal in the past 10 minutes, but still couldn't stop the carnage Tyrion unleashed.

How strong is the Dark Blade King?

This is a topic that has been studied by countless people in the human empire. It is just some conclusions he drew from the battle with the human emperor Lothar in the early days of the Arathi War. Lothar, who awakened the blood of the barbarian king under the call of the warrior, is already the most powerful warrior in the human empire.

"You're as talented as Jaina."

Tyrion stepped forward and put the blade on Alsace's neck. He looked at Kel'Thuzad and said softly:

"But your talent lies in the shadows, not in the orthodox arcane arts. Antonidas is a bad teacher. Everything he taught has buried your talents. Kel'Thuzad, listen to me, if you live tonight If you escape back, learn more about the spells of the warlocks, I believe, it will open up a new world for you."

"As for you, Prince Arthas."

Tyrion looked down at Alsace who gritted his teeth, hugged Jaina tightly, and glared at him. Tyrion was very happy with that look. He slapped Alsace's neck with the cold blade, he said :

"You love Jaina, but it's a pity... In my opinion, she has far more talents than you, you will be mortal, and she, she may become the Frost Witch who saves the world. ..Look now, you can't even protect yourself, what are you going to use to love her?"

Faced with this kind of ridicule, Alsace clenched his fist, but he could not refute it. In the past countless illusions, the prince had imagined that he would lead an army to regain the territory of the human empire, but now, he saw it with his own eyes. Seeing, feeling the power of the enemy firsthand, it made him feel... hopeless.

But even so, when holding the woman he loves, Alsace is still unwilling to admit defeat. In his heart, he crazily prayed to his faith, and the beating light shone on him. , just like the most stubborn flame, even the coldest shadow cannot extinguish it.

"boom"

Alsace was strangled by Tyrion, and he was lifted from the ground. The Dark Blade King carefully looked at the prince in front of him. After a while, he threw Alsace back like a mouse. ground.

"No, maybe I'm wrong, you also have talent, maybe it's the Holy Light... But I can't confirm it, because I haven't seen it... Anyway, use the rest of the time to prove it, Prince Arthas, prove it Your own existence is important to this world, otherwise, next time, it will be very difficult for you to escape the pursuit of death."

As he spoke, Tyrion continued to move forward. Behind him, Arthas, who was lying on the ground, stared at the unconscious Jaina, his fists clenched tightly.

"I'm sorry, Anna, I lost..."

"bass"

The moon-shaped long sword pointed at the gloomy Archmage Kel'Thuzad. Those gloomy eyes made the Dark Blade King very uncomfortable, and just when Tyrion was about to stab him, a small creature came from Kel'Thuzad jumped out from behind, waving its paws, and stood in front of Kel'Thuzad, roaring at Tyrion.

"Meow meow!"

"No, come back! Mr. Bigworth, come back!"

The gloomy Kel'Thuzad became extremely flustered at this moment. He threw down his staff, ignoring himself falling to the ground, and wanted to embrace the kitten protecting its owner in his arms, but he was a step too late, and the fangs and claws At the next moment, the little cat was fixed by Tyrion with two fingers and placed on his arm.

"Huh? It's Mr. Bigworth?"

Tyrion stroked the restless kitten. He squinted his eyes and looked at Kel'Thuzad in front of him. The calmness on the face of the archmage was no longer calm, replaced by a touch of madness. Grabbing Tyrion's arm, he gritted his teeth, widened his eyes, and roared angrily:

"Don't touch! Don't touch Mr. Bigworth with your dirty hands! I won't allow it! I won't..."

"Snapped"

As soon as Tyrion waved his hand, the archmage fell to the cold ground behind with blood spurting wildly. He tried hard to get up, but the next moment, Tyrion's cold boots stepped on the wound on his arm, The Dark Blade King held the kitten in his arms, and he looked down at Kel'Thuzad:

"Your kitten is nice, but it's mine...Want to get it back? Yes...challenge me."

"I'm waiting for you, waiting for you, everyone..."

The dark cloak swirled in the air, and Tyrion's footsteps slowly moved away, mixed with one or two kittens' screams, and a few minutes later, in the shining light of the portal, the big cat who rushed back from the front line The knights rushed into the battlefield of Lordamere Lake, and what they saw was a hell-like scene, with frozen corpses and blood everywhere, and in the center of this hell, was Al, who had fallen into a coma with his hands clasped together. Prince Sass and Princess Jaina, and Archmage Kel'Thuzad, who lost consciousness in excruciating pain with seven broken ribs.

It seems to be a massacre and abuse...but only Tyrion and this piece of night know that tonight, under the surface pain, the fate of these three people has completely changed.

"It really feels good to do good, I feel happy and so do you, right?"

Sitting behind the Raven of Death, Tyrion, who had quietly escaped into the darkness, stroked the head of the kitten in his arms, his eyes were full of joy:

"We're going to do more good things in the future, aren't we, Mr. Bigworth?"

"Meow!"

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"Ah, I'm dying of thirst!"

On the endless sea, a small boat was floating alone, without oars, only a sail roughly sewn together with clothes. , the young orc Garrosh roared frantically towards the sea:

"Come on! Wind, big fish, come on, kill me!"

His skin was chapped, his lips were peeling, his eyes were bloodshot, and his spirit became extremely unstable. Behind him, Thrall and Garrosh, who were powerless, were completely two extremes. On the 7th day, there was only a little food and water left by Khadgar, and that little was not drunk and eaten, but was stored in the alley.

As a symbol of last hope...

"Stop shouting, Garrosh, the sea will ignore you."

With a sallow complexion and extremely weak breath, the Waycrest Grand Knight said with difficulty:

"Swim into the sea and catch fish when you're hungry...I taught you that."

"Sal, give me some water!"

Garrosh was tired of shouting, so he leaned against the wooden plank dejectedly, hugged his head, and said to Thrall:

"Let the element you worship get us some water..."

Thrall sat up with difficulty, sitting cross-legged in the small boat, silently reciting the elemental communication spell taught to him by Elder Drek'Thar, a moment later, bursts of cool air enveloped the entire small boat, Garrosh He let out a comfortable groan, but after less than 2 minutes, this breath disappeared, and there was half a bottle of water in the bottle visited by Thrall, Waycrest, and Garrosh.

"That's the amount for today."

Thrall coughed in pain: "This place is too far from the land, and the water elements here are very active, but they ignore me... They seem to be disturbed by another force, very irritable."

"Well"

Garrosh drank the water in the bottle in one gulp. He licked his chapped lips, and then set his eyes on the box in the middle of the boat. The thoughts in his heart became more and more intense. After a while, Garrosh didn't say anything. Yan stretched out his hand, trying to open the box, but was stopped by Sal again.

"Can't use up the last supplies!"

Thrall yelled:

"Use it all up and we're completely screwed!"

"What's the difference between us now and the end?"

Garrosh responded furiously:

"We will die of thirst in this sea for another 2 days at most, and the food will also rot. If we don't eat it while it is still intact, we will lose it forever!"

"I said, no!"

After persisting in the desperate situation for 7 days, Thrall also became irritable. He stared at Garrosh and roared loudly: "Back back, or I will beat you!"

"Aha? Someone is looking for a fight!"

Garrosh got up from the cabin, rubbing his wrists, and looked at Thrall in front of him:

"Want to taste the fist of a real orc? You bastard raised by humans!"

"Apologize! Otherwise I'll beat you up!"

Thrall's tone also became icy. Seeing that the two young orcs were about to lose their minds in the torture, the Grand Knight Waycrest groaned with difficulty:

"Enough, Garrosh, I'll give you my water! Thrall, go back!"

While speaking, the big knight raised his body with difficulty, trying to hand over the water cup beside him to the orc, but when he raised his head, a seagull flapped its wings and landed on the sail of the boat. The big knight who watched was fascinated, and he didn't hold the water glass tightly in his hand, and the precious glass of water fell on the side of the boat.

"What are you doing!"

Garrosh roared, frightening the seagull into the air. Before he could continue to attack, the voice of the great knight sounded:

"Open the box! Divide the last food!"

"What?"

Garrosh even forgot to be angry, he stared at the grand knight, and exchanged glances with Thrall.

"I said, eat the last supply!"

The big knight breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice:

"This kind of seagull only lives where there are boats or the sea... It doesn't matter what it is, boys, we are saved, eat the last food, restore your energy, Thrall, I want you to use your ability to summon All the elements, go watch the sea, drive us out of here, Garrosh, find a way to sharpen your axe, what will meet us...no one knows yet."

"What are you waiting for? Open the box! You idiots, open that bottle of rum too, we're saved!"

Thirty minutes later, the small boat propelled by the wind of the elements and moving fast on the sea approached a large island. Garrosh stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the island ahead with a broken telescope. He waved excitedly ax:

"Thal! Waycrest, I see land! There are trees on it, that's great!"

"That's good, that's good..."

When Grand Knight Waycrest heard the good news, his face became abnormally red. He was like a tired man who had been struggling for a long time. When the excited Thrall and Garrosh didn't notice , quietly fell asleep.

By the time the two young orcs found out about the great knight, he had already lost his life in his sleep, but his expression was serene, even with a hint of a smile, as if he had finally fulfilled his noble oath. This tired soul, After seeing his lord die in battle and suffering from a painful disease for nearly a week, he was finally able to rest after completing his final mission.

With a heavy heart, Thrall and Garrosh buried Waycrest Grand Knight's body by the seaside of this island. They specially chose a high stone platform, placed the Grand Knight's tombstone facing the sea, and buried the Grand Knight's body on the seashore. The sword was buried with him, that is facing the direction of Kul Tiras, in Thrall's prayer and Garrosh's desolate war song, they expected the soul of this noble great knight to cross the sea Waves, return to your dream home.

At this time, on the island in the corner of the world, no one knows the contribution of the Grand Knight Waycrest, the distant nephew of Lord Waycrest who was unknown in history, and the two young children who were rescued by him. What kind of great changes will the orcs bring to this world...

However, heroes are not just those warriors who are praised by the population. Sometimes, those upright people who fell in the cracks of history can also be called heroes... Moreover, their deeds have lived up to this Great vocabulary.

May the hero rest in peace...