The stories I told shocked Frederick Lothar and others, but also firmly appealed to the forsaken around me, the former because they had not experienced these things for too long since they died, and the latter because they were too low to come into contact with the hidden events of the world of Azeroth.

However, no matter what, the tension between the two has finally eased.

"But that doesn't mean that the orcs are completely out of the control of the demon's blood, and one day, when the Burning Legion reappears, I think the orcs will be enslaved by the demon's blood again." Frederick still didn't trust the orcs a little, after all, they had been tortured by orc warlocks for too long.

I said in a deep voice, "You wouldn't think so if you knew that during the Third War, when the Scourge swept through the northern part of the Eastern Kingdoms, Akmund the Polluter descended and destroyed Dalaran, and was killed by a coalition of orcs, night elves, and humans in Mount Hyjal, oh yes, in that battle, Manolos, the provider of demonic blood, was killed by the Orc Grom Hell Roar, and since then, the curse placed on the orcs has completely disappeared. ”

At this moment, Frederick was really moved, the race that can resist the temptation of the demon's blood and completely kill the owner of the demon's blood is definitely a great race, which can not be disputed or doubted.

"I apologize for my previous recklessness, orcs are a great race." Frederick said.

I flashed half of my body and said, "You don't have to apologize, after all, you didn't know the history of orcs before, and besides, you have been tortured by that evil orc warlock for too long, and it is natural to have that reaction. ”

"Last question, what do you call the Lich King, and how did you regain your freedom?"

Nima, elementary school math is taught by a physical education teacher, and it's obviously two questions that dare to say the last question, and I'm enough.

"The Lich King is also the work of the Burning Legion, the deceiver Kilgardan transformed the orc shaman Naozu into the first Lich King, the source of the scourge and plague that ravaged the northern skies of the Eastern Kingdoms, he controls tens of thousands of undead, and he is the culprit of the fall of Lordaeron, the source of evil......"

As I recounted, Frederick was revealed how the Scourge undead wreaked havoc in the northern eastern kingdoms, how Arthas betrayed his country, how Neozu was injured and some of the Scourge undead were released from his control, and so on.

When I finally spoke about the Forsaken's unprecedented achievements under Sylvanas, Frederick couldn't help but look in awe.

"The Forsaken are a great race, and Lady Sylvanas is a worthy king, and I am glad that you have such a king, and I envy you that you can find yourself and regain your freedom."

I accept Frederick's compliments and thank you. At this point, we and Frederick's group have completely shaken hands and made peace.

"Can you take me to see my friend, Bradrick, now? I really want to see him again. ”

"Of course, orcs are a race worthy of respect, and he deserves to let you see him one last time. But you have to be mentally prepared that he is not looking very well now. ”

"I'm ready."

"Very good, please follow me!"

Led by Frederick, we re-entered the beach and found Bradrick on a shallow beach. Bradéric was much worse than I had imagined, his body was soaked in the sea, his body was covered with rotten flesh that had turned out, one of his fangs had been broken, his left leg and arms were exposed, his abdomen had a large opening, and some of his internal organs were missing......

Seriously, I never thought that a few whirlpools and undercurrents could torture a living person into such a ghost, which is many times more terrifying than the most terrifying undead. Suffice it to say, apart from the jaw, fangs, and skin color, it is impossible to tell that this is an orc, and nowhere else can he be associated with an orc.

"Bradek, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pulled you into the ranks." Winster got down on one knee at Bradrick's side the first time he saw him. Carol also knelt beside Bradrick, whimpering in an inaudible voice.

At the same time, all the forsaken also showed sad expressions.

It's just that this doesn't include me, in the face of the tragic death of Bradrick, I am not only shocked or shocked, shocked not only by the tragic image of Bradrick, but also shocked by the unwilling cry floating above Bradrick's body.

Strangely, I couldn't see anything above Bradik, but I could feel a cry echoing there, crying, roaring, mourning...... But more than that, it was unwilling, as if Bradrick's ghost was crying out for the injustice of fate.

"Hikaze, what's wrong with you?" Hawks and Keggins were the first to notice my anomaly and asked.

I said confusedly, "I don't know why, I always feel that Bradrick is not dead, eh...... It should be said that he longs to return to the battlefield and not die such a humiliating death. ”

"You mean you can see Bradrick's soul?" Hawks and Keggins were a little shocked.

I shook my head and said, "No, I can't see anything, but I think his ghost is there." ”

After saying that, I ignored Huo and Keggins, walked quickly towards Bradrick, pulled away Winster and Carol, who were kneeling beside him, and slowly put my hand on Bradrick's heart.

There was no heartbeat, the touch was cold and permeating, absolutely dead, but why did I have a feeling that he was still alive, and as time went on, this feeling became more and more intense.

"Sunwind, is Bradrick still alive?" Carol asked, surprised.

"Shhhh Winstrel pulled Carol and told her not to disturb me.

Looking up at the crowd of surprises casually, I turned my gaze back to Bradrick, strange, so strange, why did it feel like he wasn't dead even though he was dead?

"Sunwind, you're pumping dead air to him."

Ivanf reminded me that, yes, when my palm touched Bradrick's heart, I habitually channeled pure death to him, not intentionally, but a natural reaction after saving so many forsaken people.

"Dead people can actually absorb dead air, could it be ......" I couldn't help but look at the air three feet above my head, where, with the continuous transmission of dead air, an unwilling soul was slowly moving towards Bradrick's corpse. (To be continued.) )