"What, you said the baron was gone!" Morgan said as he looked at the guards who stumbled onto the deck from the cabin. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Blackmore's personal guard, swallowing in his throat, pointed to the marshal's chamber and said, "I have searched the entire ship, but I have not found the shadow of the baron. ”

Morgan was completely panicked, he couldn't believe that the ship that had been sailing with the fleet ahead could have such an accident.

"Follow me." Morgan bowed his head into the cabin and walked into Baron Blackmore's room.

There was no sign of a fight, no blood, and Morgan rummaged through the room, finding nothing left behind by the baron.

"Lieutenant, Captain Dirkgar hasn't come back either." The soldier said.

Morgan snorted lightly: "What's the use of that waste coming back, we're going to make up our own minds now." ”

"So what should we do?" The soldier asked.

Morgan knew his rank, and he ordered the soldiers, "Let all the lieutenants on board come and we will counsel together." Whether to continue the mission, or turn the ship around and return to Dunhold Castle. ”

While waiting for the captain to assemble in the cabin, Morgan stood on the deck, looking at the fleet ahead of him, and feeling more and more that something was wrong.

"Old Prophet, what's wrong with you?" Thrall lifted Drektar to the wooden chair.

Drektar was so sluggish that he leaned back in his wooden chair as if he were sick.

"The call of the elemental spirits to me is getting weaker and weaker, and I feel the pain of the elementals, as if they are in the wrath of the elemental lords." Drektar said weakly.

Thrall poured a glass of water from the wooden table, and he brought it to the old prophet: "If it is so painful, then why don't you give up the call to the elements, prophet?" ”

The old prophet smiled bitterly, and he shook Sal's hand: "Give up? The elements are our greatest weapon. They will help us when we are at our most down, and we need to support them when they are in pain and helplessness. The elements are our friends, not tools for each other. ”

Sal nodded as if he didn't understand, and he said, "Then you rest first, and I'll plan our landing." ”

The old prophet nodded reassuringly, waved his hand, and signaled that he was here himself.

After Thrall left, two old fellows from the cabin walked in.

"Old Prophet, I feel as if you are in pain." Naloras asked.

Drektar struggled to sit up, he sat upright on the wooden chair, put his left hand on his chest and said, "Really? But I would like to thank the two magicians in advance, you were sent by the archmage to help us. ”

Birohua smiled, and he walked up and patted the old prophet on the shoulder.

The effect of the Tranquility spell is not bad. The old prophet's spirit softened a lot, and he said, "I didn't expect the leaders of the alliance to help us orcs. ”

Naloras waved his hand: "No, we are not members of the Alliance, and what we are doing today is only going according to our plan. Prophet, let's not discuss these issues, we are now curious about what kind of situation has arisen in the elements you are talking about. ”

Speaking of the power of the elements in front of the magician, the old prophet was a little helpless: "Just like magical energy, in the world of Azeroth, elementals are also a type of energy. You mages may not feel it, but those of us who still believe in shamanic teachings can still sense the summoning of the elements at this new time. I used to think that only the elemental of Draenor could accept me, but since the defeat of the Second Orc War, when our Frostwolf Clan went into hiding, and I searched for the elemental spirits, I found that the elemental of Azeroth also accepted me. ”

"In this new world, the power of the elemental spirits is so powerful. I was surprised that it was even more stable than the power of the Elemental Throne, and at the same time I also found wisdom and hope for the fate of the orcs in the elements. ”

"However, in the past few days, I have noticed that something strange has happened to the elemental spirits. It was as if the power of the earth elementals had been torn apart, and they were plunged into endless pain. The old prophet explained to the magicians the origin of the element and the problems that arose with it.

The two archmagers were confused, but Bi Luohua remembered the prophecy they had been told to them at a meeting of the Secret Society of Magic half a month ago. Prophecy of a human magician.

"The rift in the depths of the earth is trembling, and a new catastrophe is coming"

Birohua didn't paint much, but he was optimistic and told the Orc Prophet, "I believe that it won't be long before we will unite and face the enemies of Azeroth." When the time comes, we also hope that you will make a choice, the right choice. ”

The old prophet was sensible, his voice was low, he clenched his palms, and said, "If you believe in us orcs, we will believe in you. Azeroth is our new home, and there is no reason for us to allow this brave new world to be destroyed once again. ”

The two old fellows nodded, and they walked out of the Prophet's chamber and began to go on with their business.

After Thrall left the Prophet's room, he returned to the room where Garyses was being held.

After a few days, Garithar gradually settled down. His eyes were now dark, and he didn't talk much.

"Sal, after you land, play back our return to the Eastern Kingdom, right?" Dirkgar asked, looking at Sal with a look of hope.

Sal didn't answer directly, he just nodded.

"I knew that you wouldn't kill us, Sal. As long as you let us go, I believe that we humans and orcs will live in peace in the future. The Alliance will surely accept you orcs as the new race of Azeroth. Dirkgar said with a smile on his face.

Thrall ignored Dirkgar and turned his head to the window of the cabin, hoping for a new land to emerge on the vast surface of the sea.

Today Sal clearly felt the temperature of the sea breeze, and he was sensitive to it. He had heard from the sailors that the ancient continent of the West, called Kalimdor, had endless wastelands and endless sandy lands. The temperature here is high all year round, and there are no four seasons.

Thrall was reluctant to believe that the Orc's new home was in such a barren and barren land, yet freedom came at a price. Thrall didn't say much, he just hoped that the orcs would be freed.

The old prophet told Thrall about the history of the orcs in Drano. Thrall felt puzzled as to why orcs were always bewitched and controlled, and why they were always lost.

It was hard for him to understand what kind of power had such temptation, so difficult to control.

While Thrall was pondering, it was quiet in the cabin. After a while, there was a knock on the door.

Sal turned around and opened the door, only to find that it was Andre.

Ander never entered this room.

"Marshal, you are tired." Endel bowed deeply and looked at Garissus and said.

Garissus waved his hand and said unconcernedly, "It's too late to say anything." I was too obsessed with it, and I shouldn't have chosen it that way in the first place. However, if this had not been done, the Silver Hand would not have come to perform such a task, and after thinking about it, the King of Alsace was wrong. He shouldn't have exiled these orcs, and he shouldn't have trusted his subordinates like that. ”

With a look of shame on his face, Ander closed his eyes and calmed himself.

"Marshal, Sal, according to the route, we have three days left at most to reach the Western Continent. I hope that you will deliver on your promises. Endel said.

Thrall glanced at Ander and said, "Do you really want me to release Garissus?" You are not afraid that he will kill you. ”

Ander nodded and said, "I'm afraid, but I have to." Only if the marshal does not die, can we, the soldiers, return to Lordaeron and continue to be our soldiers. ”

"It's your business, or you should discuss it. But don't worry, I will keep my promise and let your marshal go. Sal promised.

Garissus didn't care what Ander thought, he didn't care. Since they have all failed, there is no problem in continuing to take responsibility. The big deal is just death, and as a soldier who has been through two wars, Garissus still understands this consideration.

"Also, Dirkgal, your fleet has returned. I'm curious now, why did you come to help us, is it just because of the Archmage's orders? When I was in Lordaeron, I had never heard of an archmage involved in any of the exile schemes. Ander looked at Dirkgar suspiciously.

Dirkgar subconsciously glanced at Sal, and he disguised it: "This is the order of the Archmage, the Archmage may have predicted that there would be problems on your ship, so he let us ......."

Speaking of which, Dirkgar shut his mouth because of Sal's reason.

Ander said coldly: "Marshal Garissus, I think you can feel that the only person who can make the plan so well and grasp all our weaknesses is the Grand Magus. ”

Marshal Garishers looked up at Ander, his eyes widened, and he asked in confusion, "So what?" Do you think Marshal Rollin did it? Ridiculous, this has been our problem all along. The king's rash judgment, the cowardice of the soldiers, and the catalyst of the last orc led to our current result. Think about it, Ander. Maybe you'll take our place when you return to Lordaeron, but I don't want you to go on like this. You have to be clear, no matter what time it is, the orcs are our greatest threat. ”

Garriss' words sent Andel deep in thought. He walked out of the room with his forehead bowed, not daring to say a word.

The fleet did not stop, he sailed all the time. As Ander said, in the early hours of the third day, the ships arrived in this new continent.

The endless expanse of red rock, the scattered trees, and the trivial bushes convinced the sailors of his word.

"The fleet is docked, ready to exile the orcs!" Ander commanded the standard-bearer and gave orders to the other ships.

During this period, the surrounding ships did not understand why the plan to drown the orcs this time became the current result. But the flagship was already calling the shots, and they had to do it like this.

The blame is on Marshal Garissus anyway, and the soldiers just need to carry out the order.

The shackled orcs dragged their tired bodies along the deck onto the scorching sand.

Soon, groups of orcs all stepped onto this new land.

"Thrall, your people have all landed, and now it's time for you to fulfill your promise." Endel pushed open the wooden door and said directly to Sal.

Thrall drew a short dagger and held it behind Garethus. Then he pushed Garissus onto the deck.

Drektar disembarked before Sal. Thrall embraced the grace of the old prophet and prepared to escape.

The dagger flipped and Gallisus was pushed to the back of the deck, and Thrall leapt onto the sand.

Galissus, who had been pushed and staggered, got back to his feet, and he shouted, "The hour of atonement has come, soldiers. Kill all these slaves, be full of glory, and return to Lordaeron to receive your reward!"

Ander gasped heavily, he drew his long sword, took the soldiers on the flagship, and rushed down.

The old prophet was in a bad mental state, but he fought back. The totem of water was inserted in front of the sand, and the flow of water formed a vibrant tide that covered the lazy orcs standing in front of him.

The affinity of the elements did not abandon the orcs, and the orcs who leaned on the front received the blessing of this layer of tide.

The orcs began their counterattack. Without weapons, without armor, the swords and shields of human soldiers, gradually won the initiative.

One by one, the orcs fell, and blood stained the sand.

Sal stood still and didn't move, not knowing what to do.

Finally, an elderly orc walked up behind him. And he put a hammer in his hand.

"Peace also comes at a price."

Thrall gripped the hammer tightly, and without any qualms, he rushed to the front of the battlefield, and relied on the strength of his arena champion, under the cover of a small group of orcs, to break through a gap in the Alliance soldiers who were attacking around the beach.

A warhammer engraved with the mark of heartiness knocked down a hot-blooded captain. Thrall gasped, looked at Ander and said, "Get out of here with your soldiers, you can't win." ”

The smell of blood ignites the blood of the orcs. They boiled over again, desperately rushing to the front line of human soldiers.

Ander picked up the sword that had fallen to the ground, and he turned to look at Gallisus on the flagship.

Gather raised his hand, and the cool sound of the flute sounded.

The coalition's fronts began to converge, and they all returned to their ships.

"Stop! Let them go. Sal shouted, holding his hammer aloft.

"We're free." Sal took a deep breath and a smile appeared on his lips. (To be continued.) )