…… Chapter Ninety-Eight: Saving the "Royal Sister" Teresa (I)

Even in the cold late of autumn, even with the impenetrable winds outside Dumbold Castle, and even the sudden storm in the hills of Hillsbrad, Taresa always managed to see the tree that had been struck down by lightning, where she and Thrall had agreed to be in contact.

Ever since Thrall escaped Dunhold with her help, this habit has been with this strong, kind-hearted human girl. Every day Talesa hopes to find traces and messages of Thrall in that hidden corner, but each time it is empty. Talesha, a strong, kind human girl, can only use the phrase "No news is good news." Such a pale and empty saying to comfort yourself.

Taresa struggled to hold an umbrella in the storm, but her actions didn't make much sense, and the cold rain kept beating against her with the wind. The thin silk dress was already wet and transparent. Even though every step she took dipped her boots in more rain and mud, Taresa was glad that the raging wind was fading. The water in the boots was nothing compared to the long-lost scent of the forest's awakening, the heavy rain that dispelled the gloom of the forest, and the colorful vegetation on the pastures and forest floors.

The powerful Thrall has become the talk of the people of Dunhold, and all kinds of rumors make Blackmore drink every day. But it couldn't have been better for her. Several times, as she crept back to her bed in the castle, she would see the lord sleeping on the floor, in a chair or on a bed, with a bottle in hand. At this time, Taresa Foxton would always let out a painful sigh, close the door, and sleep alone in her own small room.

A week earlier, when the deserters who had been defeated from the asylum in the Arathi Highlands returned to Dunhold Castle with stories so ridiculous that even a newly literate child could not be scared, everyone was skewed up at their descriptions, most of them believing that the cowards were nothing more than frightened by the orcs. The orcs in the story are fierce and ferocious, and the Thrall in the story can borrow the power of heaven and earth to mobilize terrifying power, which is really nonsense in the eyes of many

But recently... The wind has changed. From time to time, Talesa heard rumors about the ancient power of the orcs before they went berserk in harmony with nature. The rumored orcs can make pacts with elemental spirits and ask for help; They can make the great earthquake tremble, they can make the flames run wild, they can let the torrents rage, and they can let the thunder control them

Taresa knew Thrall's sagacity, and she thought that if any orc could reproduce this power, it would be Thrall, and she wouldn't be too surprised if Thrall did learn those ancient skills.

With endless thoughts in her mind, Taresa found herself in front of the old tree before she knew it. She habitually glanced inadvertently, but the next moment, she covered her mouth in surprise and gasped for breath.

Talesa's heart was pounding, almost fainting with excitement. The necklace, the sapphire-encrusted necklace, the token that Thrall had given her as a memento before he left, lay quietly in the dark and brown hollow of the tree, and Taresa felt that the violent wind and rain no longer seemed to make her feel cold and tired, and she left behind the umbrella she had just struggled to prop up in the wind and rain, and she did not even care that the wind and rain poured from her bare neck into the silk dress. Taresa trembled and reached out to grab the necklace, but she didn't hold it tightly because she was too nervous and excited, and the crescent-shaped sapphire necklace fell to the ground again.

"Oh, that's stupid," she muttered to herself, pouting at herself, and picked up the necklace again with a slightly steady.

This may be a trap.

Someone might have grabbed Thrall and retrieved the necklace from him, or maybe even recognize its owner. But unless Sal says what the two of them agreed, who knows where to put the necklace here? But Taretha was convinced that no one could pull half a word out of Sal's mouth

Tears of joy welled up in his eyes. Taresa reached out with her left hand to wipe them off, while her right hand firmly grasped the crescent-shaped sapphire pendant.

The strong, kind-hearted human girl looked around and tried to see Thrall's figure for the first time.

"Perhaps he was here, in the midst of these forests, probably hidden on the edge of the cliffs shaped like dragons, waiting for her help; Maybe he's been injured, maybe he's broken away from his subordinates and now isolated...... "Concerned and confused, Taressa's mind kept coming up with scenes that made her uneasy and anxious, the human girl worried about the safety of his "younger brother" Sal. Taresa clutched the necklace in her hand and tried to carefully hide it in her skirt - she didn't want anyone to see her "lost" necklace.

"Talesha? Talesa Folkestone? And just as she carefully put away the necklace, a lingua franca with a thick accent suddenly sounded behind her. Immediately afterward, a dozen strong figures wearing rainproof cloaks and fully armed came out of the dense forest, surrounding Taressa. A guy who looked like the captain was striding out of these unidentified strong men.

"Taresa Folkestone?" Seeing that Taresa was stunned by the sudden change, the strong man with a strange accent and unknown identity once again asked in a louder voice in an unskilled lingua franca.

It was only then that Taresa recovered from the shock and nodded slightly to admit her identity. Some nervous and panicked human girls straightened their bodies and tilted their heads slightly, carefully examining the group of strangers who had suddenly appeared, trying to see through their tight faces covered by raincoats and cloaks.

But after a few moments, the human maiden gave up on this futile idea in disappointment. Heavy thunderclouds made the sky gloomy and terrifying, and the pouring rain blurred her vision and blocked Taresha's snooping. Even with a distance of only a dozen paces, the thin human girl could not see much more clearly, and could only feel the tremendous pressure from the sturdy size of the group and the wild and bloody aura emanating from their bodies.

"Ancestor, you have finally appeared, my companions and I have been squatting in the icy rainstorm for almost a whole day, and if we wait, I guess we will be tormented by this damn weather, crazy," the tall stranger at the beginning said in a thankful tone, not knowing whether to complain or sigh. Ignoring Taresha's confusion and bewilderment, he turned his head and shouted to his companions in a language she knew so well, orc:

"After discovering the mission target, everyone has sorted out their belongings, and after five minutes of cleaning up the traces we left behind, we are ready to leave, and we will return to the camp"

More than a dozen strong men in full armor immediately took action and quickly cleaned up the area where they had been hiding in the dense forest. In the process, from time to time, a sound of happiness in orc language sounded. It can be seen that lurking in the woodland motionless in such bad weather is definitely not a good errand.

Hearing the orc language unexpectedly, and discovering that these unidentified strangers didn't mean to be rude to her, made Taresa feel a lot more relieved, and even faintly hoped to hear the news of Thrall, who had always worried her, from these people. She didn't notice that the orcs led by Thrall felt more secure in her heart than the greedy, cunning, and insidious people of Dunhold Castle.

Looking at the beautiful and charming human girl in front of her, who was a little nervous and expectant at the moment, the stranger who issued the order strode forward a few steps, and then said in a calm tone in the common language of the mainland:

"I'm sorry to frighten you, don't be nervous, humans and my men and I have no ill will" In Taresa's burning gaze, the stranger reached out a leather armor glove, a thickly jointed palm and lifted the hood of the cloak. A face that gave Talesa a familiar feeling appeared in front of her eyes.

Green skin, fangs protruding from the jaw, a towering broad forehead...... It was an orc face, and Taresa had seen many of the same in the orc shelter at East Hold Castle. It's just that the orc in front of him makes him feel something different from those lifeless orc slaves who are always hunched over, with their heads bowed - the orc in front of him is straight and strong; His eyes were bright, energetic, and seemed to be full of fighting spirit, and this feeling of life was something Taresa had only seen in an orc before—Thrall

"We have been appointed by the High Chief Thrall to escort you to his side." The strong orc captain said in as calm a tone as possible, "Dunhold Castle is no longer safe, and the Great Chief is worried about your safety, so he has ordered my team to take you away." The necklace in your hand is a token...... The Great Chief said that the necklace was enough to prove what I said. "This strong orc man is the captain of Kucaron's fourth squad who narrowly escaped last night against Sergeant Martin's scout team, Yug Stogard.

"Sal, Grand Chief? Did he let you come? How is he living now? Is Dunhold Castle unsafe? Are you going to attack there? Hearing the words of the orc team leader, Talesa could no longer suppress her doubts and worries, and threw several questions to the strong orc man in front of her one after another.

This series of fast-paced questions made Kucaron squad leader Yug Stogard a little confused. After organizing the language, the orc leader replied in a half-baked lingua franca, "Yes, Sal, this powerful and honorable shaman has taken over as the high chief of the tribe. The specific plans of the Great Chief, I am not convenient to disclose, but we must escort you to the side of the Great Chief, and guarantee your safety along the way Do not hesitate, please follow us The Great Chief's orders must be carried out perfectly without any problems"

"No, I miss him so much, but I can't go with you right now My parents are still at Dunhold Castle, and if it's dangerous there, then I can't leave them there, please let me go back, maybe...... Maybe I'll be able to help you in the city," Taresa heard the orc captain's explanation, but instead of agreeing to the escort as Yug Storgard had expected, she wanted to return to the castle.

Touching his rosacea, Yug Storgard had a headache. He is a powerful orc warrior, and if he were to sacrifice his life on the battlefield, he would be absolutely fearless. However, it was still a little reluctant for him and a human female ** stream, especially a human female who was pleasing to the eye and heart-pounding even to the orcs. At this moment, he would rather face a few well-armed human cubs on the battlefield, at least then he knows how to swing his hammer to kill his opponent, rather than be at a loss as he is now, not knowing what to say to convince the mission goal.

The High Chieftain's will must be carried out, but if the human girl is forcibly taken away, Yug Stogard fears that his rude behavior will make the High Chief blame. However, just when he was worried about how to continue the mission, a "savior" soon relieved his embarrassment at this time. A familiar voice sounded to Yug Stogard at the moment, like a heavenly sound

"Captain, the target is followed by a few tails. I've already done a team of five pink skins, I left one tongue behind, and the rest have been extinguished" A shadow suddenly twisted around the leader of the Kukaron team. Lokas Deep Shadow, an orc, ogre, half-blood thief with a sense of being close to nothing, quietly appeared next to Yug Storgard.

"Tracking? Are you sure it's all solved and nothing is missing? Kukaron squad leader Yug Stogard frowned after listening to his teammate's briefing, and asked carefully. The half-orc thief Locas Deep Shadow nodded very affirmatively as an answer, although he is usually very low-key, even so low-key that he has no sense of zài, but for his skills and detection ability, Locas * Deep Shadow is still very confident. Yug Storgard also knew this, and the inquiry was nothing more than a routine matter, and received a satisfactory answer, and the orc leader commanded at the men:

"Bring the tongue up, I'm going to torture some information"

Moments later, a blindfolded, hands-bound human scout was set up in front of him by two Kukaron warriors. This is a young and mother-looking human cub, a black tights that have long been soaked by the rainstorm, and is now clinging to the human body.

"Fokkour, why are you here?" The young scout was a long-term retinue of Blackmore, whom Taresa had seen in the castle several times. So after recognizing the face and identity of the person in front of him, he exclaimed in disbelief.

And at the moment when the blindfold was removed, the human scout named Focor saw Taresa with a group of orcs and yelled:

"Talesha, you damn bitch-son Blackmore Lord's suspicions are right, you're really in causity with this bunch of coarse and savage greenskins, damn bitch-you're going to pay for your betrayal, you ......," the human scout roared and cursed before he came to an abrupt halt, and the orc captain Yog Storgard, who had a crush on Taresha, punched the human cub in the mouth, hammering off most of his teeth.

"Shut your foul mouth, human cub now, why did I ask you why you were following her?" Yug Storgard asked, gesturing at Talesha's figure and shouting at the scout.

"Ahem... Cough... You don't want to know any answers from me, Greenskin, go to hell with this, shit" Spitting out a few bloody teeth, the human named Fokker looked very tough on the surface, and continued to curse loudly until the wandering eyes still made the perceptive Yug Stogard discover the fear in his heart.

Sneering disdainfully at the human cub's tough actions in front of him, Kukaron squad leader Yug Stogard kicked the captive in the chest, kicking the human scout backwards to the ground, while picking up a huge war hammer and pointing it at Fokkor's head and mockingly saying "Want to pretend to be a tough guy, pink-skinned cub?" I like to let those who pretend to be tough to be tortured until the end of the mouth can't help but speak" Raise his right foot and stomp on the prisoner's stomach hard, let Fokole's curse swallow back into his stomach, retching, Yug Stogard glared viciously at a pair of eyes that were steaming with cruel blood and coldness, and said sharply:

"Tell me your mission, human cub so I can consider giving you a decent death and don't try to challenge my patience, I personally don't mind inflicting the pain of you scum on our fellow citizens, and ask for it back ten times and a hundred times more on you to tell me why you followed Taresha"

The young human scout Foucle was a little timid, and he began to regret the appearance of the tough guy he had just forced. But the last shred of sanity he had left made him grit his teeth, he knew that once he told the reason, he would have no value in the eyes of these vicious orcs, and in order to save his life, he had to continue to hold on, otherwise there was only a dead end waiting for him

"Phew, why don't you let the greenskins come and try on you lowly slaves, filthy maggots, your delusions will never succeed," Fucoles decided to continue his temper after thinking about it, and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm onto Yug Stogard's leather pants, while assuming a gesture of generosity and righteousness, quietly waiting for the torture to come. It's a pity that the uncontrollable trembling still exposes the weakness and fear in his heart.

"What I hate the most is those words that insult us orcs, and what I hate the most is you hypocritical human cubs, which are even more disgusting than those octopus faces with open mouths and closed mouths of holy light, and now that you have both, then enjoy the next pain, I am looking forward to the moment when you open your mouth to beg for mercy, in fact, the pain you will experience is not worth mentioning compared to the calamities you inflicted on our people," Yug Storgard looked at the human captives at his feet and sneered disdainfully for a while, Then he turned to Talesa, who was a little uneasy and frightened, and said, "I think you should avoid it, the next scene of the woman, I don't think the Great Chief wants you to see it"

Flashed at Lokas* Shadow, who took the human maiden's arm and walked briskly into the depths of the forest. Bringing the two of them away, the already enraged Yug Stogard asked the two eager teammates to hold down the struggling human scout, and said in a small but clearly audible voice with a fierce glint in his eyes:

"Let's start the game, garbage"

A terrible scream rang out abruptly among the trees, accompanied by rolling thunder and heavy rain, making the area even more terrifying

Chapter Ninety-Eight: Saving the "Royal Sister" Teresa (I)

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