Chapter 389: Blocks' Death

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Suddenly, Brooks, who had already been tied up and threw himself on the ground and struggled, let out a scream; In Anduin? In Lothar's startled gaze, Aurelia stood up and slowly turned around, a bright and cruel smile on her face.

The High Elf Ranger's right hand dangling from her waist still held her small dagger, blood dripping from its sharp blade to the ground; But more appealing to Anduin? Lothar's gaze was on Aurelia's raised right hand.

Aurelia had a pair of ears in her right hand—Brooks's, green, huge, hoop-laced ears.

Amid the screams of the blind-eyed orcs, Aurelia's smile grew even brighter; She put the dagger back into its sheath, then threw the pair of ears at Anduin? At Lothar's feet, the arrogant jaw was raised slightly as always: "Anduin? Sir Lothar, you can still cut off this orc's head with your own hands. You see, I just cut off its ears. ”

This woman has gone mad - Anduin? Lothar thought to himself - he had always thought that no one would hate orcs more than he did, but now it seemed. Aurelia's hatred for the orcs is obviously deeper, and the means of revenge are even more bottomless.

Seeing that Aurelia was about to walk towards Orgrim, who had already been knocked unconscious, Anduin? Lothar stopped him anyway, "Lady Aurelia." This orc speaks the lingua franca and is the great chief of the orcs; I think it would be better to leave it to King Terenus for interrogation. ”

Humans know so little about orcs - why the hell do they fight humans? Behind that massive portal, how many orcs are still waiting to invade this land? Many mysteries need to be solved by interrogating the orc chieftain, and he can't let this madwoman mess around anymore.

"Is it okay to stab it blind, cut off its ears and tongue, and then give it to His Majesty King Terenus?" Aurelia gently touched the dagger at her waist. Tilting his head and asking.

Enough, you crazy woman, are you still a child? If this orc can't speak. If you can't see things and can't hear sounds, is it still worth interrogation? - Anduin? Lothar roared inwardly.

See Anduin? Lothar shook her head with a gloomy face, and Aurelia knew that her request was not so easy to meet; She let out a long sigh, and then said Anduin? Lothar said, "Okay. I know. So. Sir Lothar, can we continue to pursue those orcs? I think you know that the flames of hatred are burning in me and my companions, and I can't wait to see the ugly faces of the orcs and hear their howls—what could be more wonderful? ”

Anduin? Lothar was silent, he slowly walked over to the roaring Brooks, and lowered his head slightly—he knew that the other party was an outstanding warrior in the hand-to-hand fight just now. Even if it is himself, he is not sure that he will be able to defeat his opponent in a one-on-one battle. However, it was such a warrior who suffered such an end......

With his right hand, he gently lifted the broadsword and aimed the sharp tip of the sword at Brooks' throat. Lothar clasped the knuckle of his left hand lightly on his chest - despite being an enemy, despite the blood of humans on your hands, as a warrior I grant you relief.

Maybe it's because you feel Anduin? Lothar's murderous aura, or the tingling, hair-raising chill that seeped from the icy blade, Brooks stopped roaring—a good warrior with keen senses, and though he couldn't see it, he knew that the enemy's blade was aimed at him.

A strange expression appeared on Brooks' face, from Anduin? Lothar's point of view, it was as if he was smiling - orc, what are you laughing at? Is it mocking death, or is it rejoicing in deliverance? In any case, Aurelia is right about one thing - only dead orcs are good orcs; Anduin? Lothar thought so, and the great sword in his hand sliced into Brooks' throat without hindrance.

"Ho~ho~" Brooks, who was tied, shrugged his shoulders, Anduin? Lothar knew it was a natural reaction from her body, trying to stop the blood gushing down her throat. Brooks let out a hollow roar from his mouth, and after a few twists of his body, he stopped completely.

Orgrim was knocked unconscious by Windsor and carried on his shoulders by several members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, and did not see Brooks being beaten by Anduin? Otherwise, I don't know what impulsive action the great chief of the tribe would have made - after all, no one can face death calmly, and neither can the orcs.

Compared to the somewhat peaceful death of Brooks on the Arathi Heights, far away in a desert on the other side of the Endless Sea, it suddenly became noisy.

Tanaris - the southern tip of this great desert, named since ancient times, is the habitat of the bronze dragons, the Cave of Time.

Countless bronze dragons hovered over the sanctuary, and several dragons hovered at the entrance to the Cave of Time, where they were the guards - even the proudest dragons were willing to stay guard day and night, for their great king, the Bronze Dragon King Nozdorm, was inhabited.

The long and magnificent passage through the Cave of Time is a wide cave; The walls of the cave shone with countless colorful tunnels of time and space—the time nodes set by the Bronze Dragon King Nozdorm himself—after all, as the busiest of the guardian dragons, Nozdorm had too many timelines to take care of, and his memory was not so reliable.

"Huh? What's going on? Brooks ...... Brooks? Who is it? Dare to disturb the tranquility of time? "In the middle of the cave is the great Lord of Time, who is furious on the platform where he rests.

Several bronze dragons were prostrate under the high platform, trembling and cowering, not knowing what to do. On weekdays, the Lords of Time have been roaming the river of time, guarding the boundless timeline, and their duty is to guard the body of the sleeping Lord of Time.

However, just now, the Lord of Time suddenly returned, its huge body like a mountain suddenly stood up from the high platform, its brown dragon whiskers trembled, its huge wings obscured the entire roof of the cave, and the huge roar made these bronze dragons fearful, but they did not know how to answer the question of the Lord of Time.

As members of the Bronze Dragons, they also have the ability to manipulate time, but this is limited to time itself, and they do not alter the power of the timeline or timeline, except with the help of certain instruments or with the authorization of the Lord of Time. (To be continued......)