Stratholme God

Chapter 440 Orcs will never be slaves
The trees fly past the cheeks, and the sun shines through the mottled light and shadow cast by the treetops, which makes people feel psychedelic.

"Grom! Grom! Don't fall asleep!" Thrall rode a fully-armored sitting wolf, holding Grom, a rare orc warrior, in his strong arms, leading thousands of wolf riders, walking through in the woods of Ashenvale.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!" Dad Hou gasped heavily, but he was not as delirious as in history, and almost even attacked Thrall: "Sar...Sar?"

"It's me! It's me—" Thrall quickly responded.

"Huh, I... can't die for a while."

Is it just that you can't die?

Sal looked at Hou's father, feeling a pain in his heart.

How long has it been?

I haven't seen him for two or three months, and this orc hero in his prime has become like this - not only his hair, but even his beard has turned pale.

Just looking at his appearance after rapidly aging, even Thrall's father Durotan would not be like this.

Ancestors on top!They are of the same generation!

"Great Chief, Long Ears didn't come after you." Varok Saurfang who was not far away shouted loudly.

Thrall clamped the wolf's belly with his legs, and raised his left fist: "Varok, let everyone stop and take a break."

The orc's warg was originally a mount known for its endurance.

The wargs of the Frostwolf clan are the largest in average size among the orc clans.

These giant beasts are generally more than three meters in length and 1.8 meters in height. They can run without sleep, without eating or drinking, and at a speed of 20 kilometers per hour for a day and a night.When attacking, the instantaneous explosive power can reach 70 kilometers per hour, and there are almost no so-called weaknesses!

But no matter how long a warg can run, it won't last long.After all, in the case of its own full set of armor, it also carried two fully armed orcs, with a total load of more than one and a half tons.

As soon as the large army stopped, Varok consciously dispersed his men and arranged for sentries.

Thrall helped Grom to a tree and sat down, handed the animal skin water bag, and asked with concern: "Is it... the blood of the devil? How did that thing appear? It is not in 'our world' Do you have it?"

Grom gasped for breath, took a big gulp, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. His red pupils began to clear up, and the whites of his eyes gradually became visible.

"No, I don't know. My people and I came to this area to start logging. It didn't take long for those long ears with purple skin to appear. I don't know what they said, and they started attacking us. We can't beat those long ears..."

When Dad Hou said this, Thrall already had a clear understanding.

In this life, as one of the rare orcs who lived in the human world, Thrall often heard all kinds of bragging in human taverns. He was also fortunate to have seen the archery skills of McDonald's elf rangers.

Silently, let the sharp arrow pass through the gaps between more than a dozen trees, hit the vital point with one arrow, and instantly kill the beast a hundred meters away.

In the battle in the woods, the elf ranger has no solution to the orcs.

That's why when Thrall met the Darkspear trolls, he didn't hesitate to promise equal rights, and he also pulled Vol'jin's trolls to form a tribe.

Just like the battle when the orcs invaded Quel'Thalas, only trolls who are good at jungle warfare can eliminate the advantages of elf rangers.

You know, not every forest can be solved with fire attack.

Now that there was a fight, how could Thrall not know that Hou Dad had offended an elf of another race?

"go on."

"My people and I ran away desperately, and then for some reason, we saw green blood flowing in a spring, with a familiar smell on it. No, the smell here is stronger."

Sal's eyes twitched violently.

He has seen many times that his fellow orcs have not drank the blood of the devil, and at the same time their strength has declined, and they have gone crazy from time to time.

This also includes Thrall himself-unfortunately, he is one of the young children who have been "blessed" by Gul'dan.

It's just that his symptoms are very mild, and as he grows older, his symptoms have disappeared long ago.

Devil's blood is not something that can be found on the street, so how can it appear in the forest casually.Thrall grew up so big, he drank it once in Draenor that year, and he never saw the shadow of the devil's blood again.

But the blood of the devil suddenly appeared, and then contacted with the sudden arrival of the Scourge, and the Dreadlord that Thrall had glimpsed in the city of Lordaeron, he immediately decided that this was no longer a conspiracy, but a conspiracy!
Thrall yelled at the surroundings: "Rest for half an hour, and then we quickly leave this forest!"

"Okay, Warchief."

The soldiers responded enthusiastically.

It cost a lot, but rescuing the Warsong orcs was fulfilling the original promise not to abandon their compatriots. Even though the orc warriors were tired, their faces were full of smiles.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In a valley at the corner ahead, as a small number of birds were startled flying, a series of continuous vibrations were soon heard.

This voice made Thrall immediately think of the mountain giant.Only creatures of a rather large size can have such heavy footsteps.

"Boom!" One after another towering trees fell in the direction of the orc army.

"Great chief, there's a big guy!" Varok led his men and quickly approached Thrall.

Thrall nodded, clenched the warhammer in his hand.

Unexpectedly, Grom, who was weak just now, stood up.

"Grom, you just..."

"Enough! Thrall! A real orc warrior will die on the battlefield, not on a bed of dirty animal skins."

Obviously, the two consecutive months of fighting had overdrawn Grom's life.You don't even need to look at his appearance, but you can feel his weakness that reveals his soul.

But he stood up, majestic and domineering, just like the one who led thousands of people and set off boldly that day.

Without Thrall's order, his personal guards silently punched their chests and made way for Grom to stand on Thrall's right side.This is the warriors' greatest respect for heroes.

That horrible creature is getting closer!
When the last row of numbers in the small space in front of Thrall blocked their view with a mournful creaking sound and fell down tragically, they finally got a glimpse of the true appearance of the monster in front of them.

It was a huge demonic creature!

The body of the eight-storey building is about two-thirds of the height of the mountain giant.

The mountain giant is tall and tall vertically, but it is horizontal.

It has a template similar to that of a dragon man—a fat lizard-shaped lower body covered with uneven cuticles and hard scales, thick four feet with black claws more than two meters long as nails; the upper body has a tumbler-like body shape, Behind him was a pair of short bat wings, and a pair of thick demon hands carried a rather exaggerated double-headed giant sword.

The 40-meter long sword (knife) has a blade five meters wide. Just looking at the size, it feels like the door of death can be photographed on your face in the next second.

Under the powerful visual impact, nearly two thousand orcs were speechless at all, and even the wargs clamped their tails.

"Hehehe! Orcs! My little slaves, where do you want to go?"

The one who came was naturally the abyss lord Mannoroth.

Just when the atmosphere of terror was about to seize the throat of the fate of the orcs, a loud voice burst out.

"Orcs will never be slaves—"

(End of this chapter)