After some time, Jon struggled to open his eyes, and felt a little wet on his face. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The icy liquid ran down his forehead, and his nose could smell it, and the liquid had a faint smell of blood.

It was the black orc, who was holding a small bloodstained jug in his hand and poured the liquid into Jon's face...... Jon nervously tried to move back, but found that he couldn't move.

"It's clean water!" Jabbar said coldly, and then threw the small pot that was already empty behind him.

The icy water brought Jon back to his senses, and he took a closer look at the orc in front of him, and even though the orc's form had changed a lot, Jon could still recognize his face.

Glancing at the orc's axe again, Jon asked in surprise, "Why didn't you kill me?" ”

Abdul-Jabbar twisted his head and gestured down the hill.

I only heard the noisy voices of the soldiers coming from the bottom of the mountain, and the sound was getting closer.

Jon's face was a little bitter, his original plan was to kill Arthas and flee quickly, due to the natural disaster, there are countless refugees nearby, and it is easy to run south if you blend in with the refugees...... But with the failure of the assassination, the plan also failed, and the noise of their battle was loud enough to attract the attention of the soldiers of Andohar, and now their weak bodies could not escape......

"Then why don't you run away?" Jon glanced at the orc again.

Abdul-Jabbar pointed to his two legs, one of them had been broken by Arthas's war hammer in the battle just now, and the other had also been injured a lot, and now he stumbled a few steps, it was impossible for him to escape from so many Alliance soldiers!

Jon sighed, he somewhat understood why the orcs hadn't killed him.

Anyway, it will be the same ending in ten minutes, so why kill each other before then.

"Is he dead?" Jon asked softly.

"He who is dead cannot die again!" A smile appeared on Abdul-Jabbar's face: "I deliberately made up two more axes!" ”

Jon looked back at Arthas's body, and it was true that the scene was a bit horrible, but Arthas was definitely dead.

"Thank you......" The orc's voice suddenly came from behind him.

Jon was a little surprised.

Abdul-Jabbar said lightly: "If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't have been able to win against him...... As for the taste of death, I have already tasted it, and it is not a big deal...... When I return to my ancestors, at least I can say that I have completed my redemption in the last moments of my life! ”

The orc's face was relieved, and there was no sadness before death.

Jon smiled: "You can see it, but I guess I'm miserable, and I'm probably going to be sent to the gallows as an agent of the Cursed Sect?" ”

"Forget it, I don't want to think so much, people are inherently dead...... It would be better to think about the next life to travel to that world, hopefully it will not be as dangerous as Azeroth......" Jon muttered to himself.

Abdul-Jabbar didn't quite understand what the human meant, but he held out his only hand that could be raised.

Looking at the human in front of him, Abdul-Jabbar suddenly remembered that in his dream, he didn't know how many times he had killed the priest in front of him, it was this priest who caused him to kill several of his compatriots by mistake, and it was this priest who finally killed Griff...... However, when real death is imminent, the old hatred becomes less important......

"Jabbar, from Frostfire Ridge!" He said sincerely.

Jon was stunned for a moment, and looked at the dark face of the orc...... Since he was very young, he had sworn that he would not spare any orc who appeared before him, and now, he might have broken his oath......

"Jon Mills, Stormwind!"

The orc's hand and the human's hand were clenched.

The searching guards, their voices getting closer and closer, and even faintly hearing them chanting the name of Arthas, it was clear that the disappearance of the prince had caused a commotion in the camp.

And Arthas's mutilated corpse is now with Jon and Jabbar.

……

Marganis drove a group of followers of the Cult of the Damned, pulling carts full of grain, across the Sodoril River, and walking a hundred miles further north to reach their destination: Stratholme.

At this moment, Malganis suddenly felt a voice calling out to him in his head.

"Nao Zu, what's the matter?" Marganis said with some displeasure that he hated Naozu's coaching style.

"Retreat, Marganis!" Naozu's tone was urgent: "Drop everything and let my Cursed Sect all retreat!" ”

"What do you mean, Naozu?" Marganis's face suddenly turned cold: "Do you think that I am your servant and let you call me at will?" ”

"There's no point in it!" Naozu sighed, "The fish is dead, what's the point of just having bait?" ”

"You mean?"

"Listen to Marganis! Just now, I felt the wheel of fortune turn violently, and our target, the young prince, was dead, at the hands of two nobodies...... All my layouts have failed......" Naozu's voice suddenly became haggard.

"So what does it matter?" Marganis said disdainfully: "It just so happens that I went to Stratholme with this batch of plagues, turned the mortals of the entire city into my slaves, and then used this army of the undead to turn the mortal world to ashes......"

Naozu was amused by the stupidity of the Dreadlord, "Who do you think you are, Marganis?" You think you're Lord Akmund? ”

"What are these words......" Marganis' face changed.

"Don't underestimate the power of mortals, because that prince is dead, and the whole kingdom will be watching what he investigated before he died! If you make too much of a fuss in Stratholme, we'll be faced with a real coalition army...... And Kenrito, that human mage organization has also begun to pay attention to our plan, and has begun to investigate everywhere, to know that truly powerful mages, their strength is not weaker than you......" Nao Zu patiently admonished.

"So your so-called idea is of no use other than to completely consume the power of the Cursed Sect that I have accumulated over the years!"

Listening to Naozu's words, there was a slight hesitation on Malganis's face.

"Listen to him, Marganis, retreat!" At this moment, a familiar voice sounded beside Naozu.

It's Tik Dios, and Marganis may not believe Naozu's words, but he doesn't dare to ignore the words of his immediate boss, Tik.

Extremely dissatisfied, Malganis glanced at the astonished group of necromancers and shouted, "Your master told you to retreat!" ”

With that, he spread his wings and disappeared into the sky.