After two days of working as servants from the Magic Kingdom, the two archmages looked a little uncomfortable when they put on their mage outfits again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"That group of hidden orcs is still in the cabin, plus the two of us and the fleet that follows behind the fleet, we now have a total of four forces involved in this plan." Naloras lifted the window of the cabin and glanced at the eastern skyline.

A faint ray of sunlight rose from the vast sea level, and the whole sea, carrying this light, sent it straight to the sail of the flagship.

Sailors came out to work one after another, they began to put away the sails and anchor here.

The huge iron anchor was thrown into the sea, and the chains at the end of the anchor made a sound of steel.

"Flag-bearer, decree to the other ships, it's time to start carrying out the plan." Garissus' lieutenant stood on the second deck and shouted.

The red pennant danced in the hands of the flagbearer, and the ships behind the flagship stopped, and they began to do the same work as the flagship, reeling the sails and dropping anchor.

After the ships escorting the fleet stopped, the noise of the running water of the ships moving on the sea was reduced. The orcs, hiding in the cabin, went into action. They climbed up from the huge shelves and weeds and converged on the side of the Prophet Draketar: "It's been two days since the fleet went out to sea, and at the speed of the ships, we must be far away from the Eastern Kingdoms by now. It seems that humanity is going to do something to our fellow citizens here. ”

"When are we going to act, Prophet." Sal, who was standing directly below the entrance to the cabin, asked.

The old prophet looked at Thrall and said, "We'll wait until there's a loud movement on the deck." In addition, everyone must remember that this operation, we must hijack the flagship of humanity. If we fail, we may sink to the bottom of the sea with all the orcs. ”

After the old prophet had finished speaking, Thrall, like all orcs, continued to wait quietly in the cabin for the opportunity to come.

Unlike the hidden orc squad, the atmosphere on the small ships following the rear of the fleet became more and more tense.

"Commander, it's been two days, and the orcs in the mouth of the Great Magus haven't appeared yet. No, the Archmagus lied to us. "Captain Andel is suspicious of the message from the Archmagister.

Blackmore was also apprehensive, as he was suspicious of what Archmage Rollin had told him, just like Captain Dirkgar, who had just spoken.

For two whole days, the orcs did not take any action, but let the ship travel farther and farther, which made Blackmore very puzzled.

But think about it from another angle, why did the Archmagus deceive him? This is completely unjustifiable.

"Don't talk nonsense, the information predicted by the Great Magister can't be fake. We're still here waiting, waiting for the orcs to show up. Blackmore said uneasily.

Half an hour later, the orcs, shackled with their hands and ankles, were escorted to the deck, and the soldiers on board prepared to begin the execution of the exile, which was like a death sentence.

The sound on the deck also made the orcs hidden in the cabin slowly exit the cabin and walk into the corridor aisle inside the flagship.

The soldiers were standing on the deck, so the interior of the ship, the various rooms, was deserted. The infiltration of the orc squad was successful, and they did not attract the attention of any of the soldiers.

Quietly touching the deck, Thrall pushed open the exit hatch, and through the crack, he saw the human commander in the armor of this thing. Through his outfit and rank on his shoulders, Thrall quickly locked on to his target.

"Standing less than ten meters in front of us is the leader of the human soldiers. As long as we can take him down the first time, we may be able to take control of this flagship more easily. Sal lowered his voice and said to the old prophet behind him.

The old prophet didn't look through the crack in the door, and with the help of the elements, he clearly saw the human general described by Thrall.

With a slight bow, a layer of mist-like energy rose in the old shaman's hand.

"Now that you've locked your target, the plan will go as planned." The old prophet attached the power of his hand to Thrall's fist, he said.

Never feeling the strength of anyone else giving him, Sal only felt as if his fists had become lighter. He felt that this wind-like power not only blessed his body, but also allowed him to speed up while maintaining his strength.

Thrall's affinity for the elements is quite high, after receiving the power of the Tempest elemental. He suddenly pushed open the hatch.

There were no additional guards to keep an eye on Commander Garethus, and their attention was on the orcs who were about to be exiled.

It took less than a second for Sal's solid fist to swing six times in a row. The force of each punch passed through the solid plate armor and landed on Gallishers' back.

The irascible Garissus was about to fight back, but he just turned around and drew his long sword, but was knocked unconscious by an oncoming punch.

Thrall was able to hold the human commander's shoulder armor in his left hand, and his right hand went straight to the commander's throat.

"Stop what you are doing, or your commander will die here today." Thrall shouted in human language.

The soldiers didn't have time to surprise a green-skinned orc who could speak the lingua franca of humanity, and now their eyes were completely on Marshal Garriss.

"General!" The lieutenant, who had been ordering the orc captives to walk up to the deck, watched in amazement. After panicking for half a minute, he immediately made a judgment and asked the soldiers to stop what they were doing.

"Filthy orcs, what are you going to do?" Garissus' lieutenant, Endel said, drawing his sword.

Thrall didn't reply, he kidnapped Garissus, who had passed out, and walked to the center of the deck.

After Thrall had walked a few meters, the orc squad in the cabin also walked out. Several brown-skinned orcs, armed with large shabby banners and protectors of the Old Prophet, walked up to Thrall's side.

Standing in a straight line with Thrall, Drektar summoned an additional elemental power and stabbed the power of lightning borrowed from the air into Gariss's neck.

The pain was so severe that Garithars, who was in a fainting state, woke up. But upon waking up, Garissus soon realizes that he is on the verge of death.

Taking a deep breath, the grumpy general pressed Thrall's thick arm and said, "Say, what do you want to do?" ”

Thrall was surprised that the human commander could be so calm in such a situation, and said, "Let the fleet continue to move and send the orcs to the western continent." ”

Gather sneered, "Stupid orcs, you don't think that after I was kidnapped by you, you can do whatever you want in our human actions. I'll tell you, my plan today is to let you all die at sea! The Orc War killed my father and mother, destroyed my home in the Northlands of Lordaeron, and humiliated me in Lordaeron. Now, it's time to make a wrap. ”

"I'm glad today, there's still a group of orcs who aren't captive. Your death makes me happier than these orc captives. Garissus laughed maniacally.

A madman, a madman who is more like a madman than Blackmore.

Thrall's throat twitched a few times, and he looked at the old prophet with a pleading look.

The old prophet was very calm, he stood in the boat, sighed, and said, "Ignore this commander, tell the adjutant who has just spoken." Let him keep sailing! ”

Sal shouted: "Sail, soldier! ”

Ander is not Garisses, he doesn't have the courage of Garisses. He was hesitating, hesitating to give up the commander's life.

The old prophet saw the melancholy and fear in Ander's eyes, and he sensed the elemental spirit, which formed a cluster of flaming lava stones in his hand.

Thor's arm sensed the scorching heat, and he bared his fangs and said to all the human soldiers around him, "Get out of the boat, or we'll all die here." I know this madman probably doesn't care about your lives, but please think about it. And the sinking of your most despised orc captives into the sea is not the result you really want. ”

The soldiers looked at each other, their panicked eyes finally focused on Ander's.

"Ander, you piece of shit. Do as I say, and throw these orc captives into the sea! Garissus shouted in a frenzied manner.

The sweat on Andre's forehead dripped down his fair face and fell into the tiger's mouth in his right hand, flowing on the hilt of the sword: "Marshal, I can't let you die here, none of us can die here. As you imagine, this is a new recruit we have just recruited from the Silver Pine Forest. ”

"Ruin, you have betrayed the trust placed in us by the King of Arthas!" Garissus yelled.

Shaking his head slowly, Ander fell into a desperate deep thought.

The heated argument reached the ears of the two archmages through the sensing of magical energy, and they looked at each other and smiled, saying, "It seems that the plan is really going according to the student's prediction." ”

"It's best that way, we just need a little extra work to get these orcs to Kalimdo."

Fluorescent magic energy emerged, and a suspended circle burst out with tremendous energy.

The invocation of natural magic appeared in the hands of the Archmage of Naloras, and the Mentor of Biroa did his best to provide energy support to Naloras.

For a while, the clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, and gradually, a bolt of lightning appeared from the dark clouds.

A thunderstorm is coming!

The old shaman sensed the condensation of the water elementals, and he knew that these enslaved elements were not naturally formed scenes, but were unnatural phenomena that were forcibly gathered on the sea by that specific magical energy.

The sudden weather deepened Ander's fear, and he shouted, "Escort these orcs to the meeting, lift anchor, and go full speed." ”

Garissus let out a long sigh, his bloodshot eyes unwillingly hidden in his sockets.

Drektar breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that it was the Archmage who was making good on his previous promise.

After the fleet resumed moving, the two archmaguses also to magically shape their former appearances. When everything was calm again, the fleet began to depart again.

The small ships following the rear of the fleet saw this scene, and Blackmore fell into deep doubt. Could it be that Garethus really wants to send the orcs back to the western continent?

"What's going on, what the hell is Garrissus up to?" Blackmore said, looking at the accelerating fleet.

"Probably to avoid thunderstorms behind us, Commander." Dirkgar replied.

Blackmore shook his head and vetoed the idea: "No, Garysus's temper I know, there's no way he's going to give up his exile to the orcs because of the thunderstorm. ”

"You mean, something happened?" Dirkgar asked.

Blackmore wasn't sure. However, the results were not bad for him, and there were no large-scale battles on the ships, which showed that the orcs who had infiltrated the fleet had not yet launched an attack on the soldiers. This group of hypothetical orcs is still there.

"Decgard, keep up with the leading fleet and go up and ask what the hell is going on with Garissus. Of course, don't mention what the mission is, even if he wants to ask, you say that we are sent by the Grand Magus to escort us. Blackmore said with a laugh.

Dirkgar nodded, and he retrieved a small boat from the back of the cabin. With four soldiers, he rowed towards the flagship.

After Gallisus was kidnapped, he was not imprisoned in the cabin, and Thrall stayed with him.

Thrall didn't go on to hurt and insult Garissus, but just shackled his hands and made him sit on a wooden chair. This was originally Garriss' room, and all the facilities of the room, Garrissus can still use.

"When did you hide on our ship?" Garissus was silent for a long time before he suddenly asked.

"The night three days ago." Sal replied truthfully.

"You don't look like an orc, and you're acting in the room today a little bit like a human. ”

"I grew up in the Dunhold concentration camp, and I learned a lot about humanity in this castle." Thrall turned to look at Garissus and said.

After Gallisus calmed down, he seemed to have heard of a champion in the arena of Dunhold Castle: "You are a good player, and in the arena of Dunhold, you should be a good player." ”

"I'm not a prisoner or a confession to the beast, and I don't ask you questions." Sal's deep voice revealed the vicissitudes of life, and he replied.

Garissus sneered, and he said, "I admit that you are a warrior, but unfortunately, you are an orc. ”

"No, orcs and orcs are not the same." Thrall shook his head and vetoed Gathers, he walked to the window and looked out at the rolling waves.

"Different? You are beasts, bloodthirsty beasts! Garissus scolded.

Sal shook his head, "Really? Then you have to be glad that I didn't torture you the way humans torture orcs. (To be continued.) )