Blackmore gave Sal a vicious look, and while grinding Salr's face with the soles of his boots, he let out a shrill voice: "Why? You damn lowly green-skinned monster dare to show your weapons to His Royal Highness?"

"Sal! no......" Taresa collapsed on the ground, her hands over her face and she began to cry. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Although Wen Lesa was a little puzzled, what was the relationship between this maid and the orc, but she still let go of Taresha's hand, took the longbow at her waist in her hand, and condensed a magic arrow between it, aiming at Blackmore, who was crying like a madman—this guy didn't know where to hide a dagger on his body, and now he was crazy, don't let him hurt the little / lust / ghost.

Prince Garin put away his two-handed sword with some dissatisfaction, inserted it back into its scabbard, and looked at the madman Blackmore, and spat on the ground, as if to despise his sneaking attack from behind. Blackmore was not dissatisfied, and when he saw Winlessa pointing a bow and arrow at him, he hurriedly discarded the bloody dagger in his hand, bowed his waist humbly and flatteringly, and repeated what he had just said: "The villain has always been loyal to King Terenus!"

Arthas came to his senses, and he finally remembered where he had seen Thrall—not as an orc chieftain, not as a rival, but as a gladiator. Originally, when he came to Dunhold Castle, he watched Thrall's gladiatorial fight.

At that time, the orc fought his way to defeat a black bear in the arena, and even defeated three human gladiators with one enemy to three, and staged a thrilling gladiatorial fight for Arthas, and then was quickly locked back in the basement. Arthas then forgot about him as well, only to hear that he had escaped from the Colosseum...... It turns out that he later became the leader of the orcs?

But...... This leader is now breathing less in and out more. Thrall lay on the ground, feeling a cold touch spread from the ends of his limbs to his heart and brain. The warm sensation kept running through Sal's body, and he couldn't even open his eyes a little.

But Thrall still managed to keep his eyes open, looking at his master, who was hunched over and flattering the human aristocracy. Although Blackmore never needed a reason every time he whipped himself, although, as Taresa said, he didn't even allow himself to be fed or treated, just for fear of being seen by others.

But for this man who raised himself, Sal has always had very contradictory and complicated feelings in his heart - fear, admiration, hatred, contempt, dependence...... Sal didn't understand why he had some extravagant expectations for Blackmore, who was always bad for him.

Blackmore sometimes laughs at himself - Sal in the face of death, I don't know why he thinks this. He even vaguely remembered that when he was younger, Blackmore even hugged him and fed himself rice porridge, and in any case, he was at least willing to teach himself to speak, to make himself read--Sal thought, he couldn't understand why he was always thinking about what was good to him about Blackmore--the man who had just sneaked up behind his back and brought himself to the brink of death!

Oh, by the way, I'm going to die—Thrall thought with some sadness. He didn't know why he was sad, that death, that was the state in which his soul was consumed by darkness and lost consciousness forever? Thrall hadn't died, but he thought he would soon know what it was like.

Thrall was suddenly sad - when he died, he couldn't eat the pie that Taresa had secretly brought him?, a human woman who was older than himself...... Or maybe it's a girl, damn it, I don't even know her age. When he was a child, he ate her/mom/mom/'s/milk, and Sal still remembers this.

Taresa seems to have a younger brother, so she is exceptionally nice to herself, perhaps thinking of herself as her younger brother...... How could this be, couldn't she see her green skin, horrible fangs, and disproportionate comical figure......? She is the only human who has not called herself a "green-skinned monster".

Oh, yes, yes, the green-skinned monster—Thrall murmured inwardly. It didn't take much effort for him to accept the fact that he was different from the other humans around him—Blackmore once said that he liked to whip himself the most, because the other servants and farmers might have died under the same abuse, and he would only bleed a little.

Blackmore ...... Sal suddenly felt that what he had hugged and fed himself rice porridge might have been his own fantasy. The fantasies of the day, deeply imprinted in his consciousness, became a false memory—how could that man, the man who was now jumping up and down in front of him, showing off his exploits in killing himself, do such a gentle thing to himself?

Oh...... Death—Thrall had felt it, the darkness had engulfed his heart, his eyelids drooping to obscure his already dull eyes, a warm liquid that flowed out of his mouth, on his neck, on his chest, and grew cold—he knew that it was his own blood, the blood that had slipped out of Blackmore's guts from behind.

Taresa ...... Thrall could still hear the sad girl crying, though he wasn't sure if it was his hallucination. Was she crying for me, for Thrall the Orc, or for her brother Thrall, who wished it was the former, but he understood that it was an unrealistic wish.

The clanging of gauntlets against the skirt of the plate armor was heard, and the desolate cries of Blackmore. Are they going to kill him?—Sal thought. No, it won't, he won't even be judged. He is the aristocracy of mankind. No one will know, and even if they do, they will not remember that today, there is an orc who died in this cold land in order to protect humanity.

What will the humans do with my body?Will the humans bury me, or burn me, or even chop me into pieces, cook me in a pot and eat me?A touch of darkness finally swallowed Sal's consciousness, and before the endless cold came, the young orc slowly let out his last breath - goodbye, Taressa...... Goodbye, Blackmore, my master, but how I wish you were mine...... Father.

As soon as Arthas came to his senses, he saw the future orc leader, lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth of blood, and seeing that he was not alive, and Blackmore was screaming there. Arthas waved his hand impatiently and ordered the soldiers of Riptide Castle: "Seize him and tie him to a stake." ”

The soldiers of Fort Riptide were certainly not so easily commanded by Arthas, and they looked to their prince, Garin Torbairn. Prince Garin nodded and said, "Do as Prince Arthas instructs." Just as his own soldiers swarmed up and took out ropes that they had found out of nowhere, and trapped Blackmore with a bundle of tied spears nailed to a stake formed on the ground, Prince Garin added: "Shut him up too!"