Blackmore gave Sal a vicious look, and while grinding Salr's face with the sole of his boot, he made a shrill voice: "Why? You damn lowly green-skinned monster how dare you show your weapons to His Royal Highness? Vigorously stepping on Thrall's head, Blackmore waved his hands and shouted to Arthas's side: "Your Royal Highness Prince Arthas, the villain has killed this orc!" The villain has always been loyal to King Terenus! ”

"Thrall! Don't ......" Taresa collapsed on the ground, covering her face with her hands and crying. Although Wen Lesa was a little puzzled about the relationship between this maid and the orc, 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...... He spat on the ground, as if to despise his sneak attack from behind. Blackmore was not dissatisfied, and when he saw Winlessa pointing his 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...... The leader is now running out of breath. It's a lot of gas. 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 doesn't even allow himself to be fed and 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 was interested in Blackmore, who was always bad for him. Generate some extravagant hopes.

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, death, that is the state in which his soul was swallowed up by darkness and lost consciousness forever? Thrall hadn't died, but he thought he'd know it soon.

Thrall was suddenly sad - when he died, he couldn't eat the pie that Taresa had secretly brought him? This human woman who is a little older than herself...... 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. …,

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Taresa seems to have a younger brother, right? Therefore, she was exceptionally kind to herself, perhaps thinking of herself as her younger brother...... How was this possible, couldn't she see her own green skin, horrible fangs, and disproportionate comical figure? But Taresa is really good to herself...... 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. Day in and day out fantasies...... Deeply imprinted in his consciousness, it became a false memory - how could that man, the man who was now jumping up and down in front of him, flaunting his merits in killing himself, do such a gentle thing to himself?

Oh...... Death—Thrall had felt it, the darkness had engulfed his heart, his eyelids drooped down, obscuring his already dull eyes; There was a warm liquid that flowed from his mouth, on his neck, on his chest, and grew cold—he knew it was his own blood, the blood that had slipped out of Blackmore's viscera from behind. ,…,

Taresa ...... Thrall could still hear the sad girl crying, though he wasn't sure if it was his hallucination. Is she crying for me? For the sake of the orc Thrall? Or is it for her younger brother Sal? Sal wants to be the former. But he understands that this is 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? Sal wondered if he should bury me or burn me; Will they even chop me into pieces, cook me in a pot and eat it? A flash of darkness finally swallowed Thrall's consciousness, and before the endless cold came, the young orc slowly let out his last breath - goodbye. Taresa ...... Sister; 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, took out ropes that they had found out of nowhere, and trapped Blackmore, and a bundle of tied spears nailed to the stakes formed on the ground, Prince Garin added: "Shut him up too!" ”

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