…… Chapter Ninety-Nine: Saving the "Royal Sister" Taresa (II)

For Lordaeron, this year's rainy season came too suddenly and too quickly.

The entire Hillsbrad Hills area was enveloped by this sudden storm. The clouds were overhead, and the whole hilly area was as dark as night, and the people who had lived here for generations closed their doors, reluctant to go out for even a minute.

But what made the inhabitants of Dunhold even more depressed and irritated than the raging storm was the news that had been brought back by the deserters from the asylum in the Arathi Heights - the former star of the arena, the slave of Lord Blackmore, the orcs who had escaped from the asylum - Thrall had returned, this time with even more ancient and terrifying powers, this time commanding an army of thousands of vicious and terrifying orcs

This time his target was Dunhold Castle

In the conference room of the Lord's Palace, the lights are bright at this moment. Lord Blackmore and several of his right-hand men, as well as Langton, the garrison of the Arathi Asylum who had fled from the orc army, were here to discuss what to do. The sturdy civil walls kept out the wind, rain and thunder outside, and the roaring fire kept the room warm, but everyone in the conference room felt chills in their hearts. There are already signs that the Greenskins under Thrall's leadership have set their next target here, his castle, Dunhold.

The crisis at Dunhold Castle is looming

"My plan seems to be correct," Blackmore pondered as he sat in the lord's chair, which he had secretly commissioned to be modeled after Lordaeron's Throne. The throne, which originally symbolized coercion and solemnity, could only give people the impression of a luxurious and frivolous nouveau riche here. Swallowing another sip of wine, Blackmore, frowning, shouted at his minions, "You see what kind of guy 'it' is, and what 'it' does to those poor, depressed, dull greenskins huddled together, with no courage to speak of"

"It aroused their desire to fight, my pet gave those greenskins the hope that it would reunite those greenskinned crumbs into a powerful army, damn it's just my pet, my slave, how dare it betray and disobey his master" The panic and anxiety during this time, coupled with the day and night of alcoholism in order to suppress the inner turmoil, made the originally cunning and sinister Blackmore crazy, irritable, and very unstable

The thought of the astonishingly nimble and powerful new tribes so close to him and eyeing his castle pained Blackmore. He thought bitterly of his maid Taressa, and the letters of friendship between her and his slaves. As usual, a strange and sharp pain crossed Blackmore's heart. He resigned himself to her actions, never letting her know that he had discovered the letters, even though the words that showed warmth between the lines made him angry

On several occasions, Blackmore could barely contain the resentment and jealousy in his heart, wishing to cut off Taresha's head with a single sword, but Blackmore barely managed to maintain the last of his senses, knowing that the damn woman, the bitch who betrayed him, might be his biggest bargaining chip in regaining control of his "pet", Thrall

Yes, as long as they can survive this attack; As long as he can regain control of his slaves; Castle Dunhold will no longer have any trouble, and he, the great Blackmore, will have an invincible tribal army, and he will harness this invincible force to sweep through a single obstacle and lay down a great territory

And he will be crowned king

Blackmore kept imagining the intoxicating future in his mind, without thinking about whether his vision of the future was unrealistic or not, and Blackmore, who had been so crazy and sickly that he regained his spirits and gave orders to his subordinates. "Send people to ask for help from Nanhai Town and Talenmir immediately, we need reinforcements, a large number of reinforcements"

"However, my lord, you do not have a good relationship with the Archons of Southsea Town and Tarummere...... At the banquet some time ago, you were still unhappy...... They won't agree to send troops to help ......," one of Blackmore's men emboldenedly raised his doubts. But before the dissenting subordinate finished speaking, he paid the price for his "mouthful".

The silver wine glass filled with Bordeaux red wine was slammed on his head by the angry lord, and the blood-red wine poured on his head and face. Blackmore, who was instantly furious because of his subordinates' questions, pointed at his subordinates who were only willing to be smashed and didn't even dare to breathe, and they just slammed their heads and scolded angrily: "Fool use your kobold brain to tell those two idiots, if they don't save them when they die, when Dunhold is destroyed, those greenskins will target them and not come to help, and everyone will play together."

Probably thinking that a mere scolding was not exhausting, Blackmore staggered forward and kicked on the shoulders of his kneeling men, turning the hapless fellow into a rolling gourd on the expensive bearskin stall. "What are you doing? Get out of here and arrange for you stupid pig."

Blackmore, who had shown his authority and strength, was satisfied as he watched his men trot out of the conference room tremblingly, and most of the anxiety and depression of the past few days seemed to have dissipated. But before long, another disturbance took over his mind once more—the woman who betrayed her, Talesa

Frowning, Blackmore turned to look at Sergeant Martin, who had not spoken a word since the discussion, and asked, "Martin, haven't they come back yet?" Where's that Talesa now? ”

The sergeant was a little unhappy with the lord's rude words, and in his eyes Taresa had always been a strong and kind girl, one of the few good girls in the castle. It's just that fate was too tragic for this poor girl, and he was discovered and occupied by the "villain" Blackmore. Now, if Taresa returned to the castle, she didn't know how humiliating and dangerous torture would be. For a moment, he even really wished that the girl could be with Sal now. At least he swore to the Light that his gladiator apprentice Thrall would protect his "sister" and would not allow anyone to harm her

But Sergeant Martin did not express his displeasure and concern. He was soft-spoken, and now he had to eat under the hands of this temperamental lord. After a pause, Sergeant Martin's calm voice without any fluctuations sounded in the conference room: "There is no news of them yet, if you are in a hurry to know the situation, my lord, I will personally go to the city gate and wait for them." ”

Hearing the answer of this one of the few servants under his command who had real talents and learning, Blackmore waved his hand a little irritably, and said impatiently to the people in the conference room: "Go down, don't bother me here."

A group of terrified shelter officials rushed out of the main door in the conference room. Moments later, Blackmore was the only one left in the quiet conference room.

Having poured himself a glass of wine again, Blackmore slumped in the lord's chair and muttered in an indiscernible voice:

"How can I get you back in my hands, Sal? My most outstanding 'work'...... Deep in the jungle during a rainstorm...... The human scout named Foucle was not as tough as he had imagined, and on the contrary, he proved to be nothing more than a weak and shameful coward.

Kukaron's squad leader, Yug Stogard, had just crushed his seventh finger with a war hammer and made him cry and wail and beg for mercy on his knees.

"I said, I said stop torturing me, I said" Fucole, who had completely given up his dignity and courage, stretched out two bloody palms, hugged the thigh of the orc captain who he was still cursing just now, and cried and grabbed the ground.

"Don't pretend to be a tough guy, human cub? It's so disappointing to me, it's just that I can't stand this kind of Cheng dù, miscellaneous? It's just an appetizer," Kukaron squad leader Yug Stogard put away his hammer and condescendingly looked down at the captive who was limp on the ground like a dead dog, and said mockingly with a scornful expression. "Say why are you tracking Talesa? There is a lie, I will let you know that death is actually a relief for you, what kind of thing"

"We... It was Lord Blackmore who sent to spy on Taresha, that... No, no, no, no, that woman's" The current Foucle is just like the orc captain said, he just wants to die happily and end this nightmare once and for all. There is no longer any fluke mentality, and the human scouts are fifteen and ten, and they tell what they know. "We have intercepted a number of letters of unknown origin addressed to her, and Lord Blair Moore suspects her of colluding with the orcs...... The lord thinks the letters came from ...... Saar"

"Hmph, go on to say" Hearing the news, Yug Stogard was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that the target of his mission - that charming human girl had been suspected and monitored, and if it hadn't been for the order of the Great Chief, without this action of his own team, what would have awaited Taresa would have been doomed, if it hadn't been for the fact that Lokas * Deep Shadow had discovered and dealt with these "tails" to the greedy and ugly human faces of the shelter, and until they knew that this woman had ties to the tribe, it was almost certain that this strong and kind human girl who was very important to the Great Chief would have been dealt with in every possible way** Until the final torture and killing

"Our team has been following her many times...... Discover that she comes here almost every day in search of something. Even on a stormy day like today, she never stopped...... So we thought it might be her and ...... Sal's Junction Locations...... That's all I know, please take my life, I'm doing what I do," and after confessing everything he knew, Blackmore's long-term follower Fucole once again desperately prayed for a chance to live. His nerves were on the verge of collapse, and his crotch was foul-smelling.

However, Kukaron squad leader Yug Stogard will not be weak for a moment, leaving such a cowardly scum behind for himself and his team, leaving a misfortune for himself and his team. How can the hatred between orcs and humans be resolved with a few words of begging for mercy? In the face of such cowards, Yug Storgard has no desire to torture for revenge. Quietly glancing at the human captive who was paralyzed on the ground, with a look of pain, despair and pleading, Kukaron's squad leader Yug Stogard did not have the slightest pity or hesitation, and smashed the captive's skull with a hammer, splashing red and white all over the ground, and was washed away by the pouring rain in an instant.

"All have a gathering" Yug Stogard shouted loudly, calling his teammates. If the "tongue" they just made is true, then this area is no longer safe, and they must evacuate immediately and hurry back to the camp of the large army.

Moments later, the Kukaron team members scattered around him regrouped to wait for further orders. Taresha, who was being guarded by two orc warriors, was staring at the headless corpse on the ground with some horror at the moment, looking panicked. Yug Stogard strode up to the human girl, explained all the information he had received with a stern expression, and then began to give orders to his teammates, ignoring Talesa, who was overwhelmed by the news one after another. "Get out of this area now, protect the mission objectives, and we'll return to camp immediately."

"Taresa, you've been exposed, Dunhold Castle is no longer safe for you, you must come with us right away," said Captain Kukaron, who took off his rain cloak and draped it over Talesa's body, pulling her forward in the storm despite the human girl's struggles.

In the midst of the raging storm, the headless body of the human scout Fokkor was left in the dark forest...... Quietly abandoned here...... The dividing line of the orc camp...... An army of more than 80,000 orcs had crossed the crumbling walls of Soladin and entered the Hillsbrad Hills a week earlier. And now, the regained and invincible tribal army is stationed in a spacious col not far from the castle of Julidunhold, quietly awaiting the order of the Grand Chief Thrall, and quietly waiting for the time to conquer the prison of sin.

In addition to the two heroic masters of Bloxiga and Drektar, more than 20,000 soldiers are commanded to sit in the rear to defend those unarmed compatriots who have just been rescued from the shelter. The rest of the more than 80,000 fierce and brave orc troops in full armor and equipment, all led by the high chief Thrall, joined the attack sequence of this storming Dunhold Castle.

Despite Thrall's large and powerful forces, and almost certain that Blackmore had detected the movements and intentions of the Horde army, Thrall did what he could to disguise the Horde army's movements. He asked the Earth Spirits to cover their tracks, allowing the Wind Spirits to take away the scents of their comrades and compatriots, lest the beasts with a keen sense of smell spot them and howl unintentionally in fear and tension, revealing the location of the army to humanity

These efforts are small, but the results are immediate.

The torrential rain that had previously ravaged the Hillsbrad Hills had finally stopped, but the weather was still gloomy and terrible.

With a huge hot sand consortia cigar in his mouth, Old Don, who took a deep breath from time to time, carried a pot of dwarven spirits seized from the Arathi Shelter, and slowly paced to Thrall, who stood quietly on the hillside.

"That human sister Taresa who is still worried about you?" Old Tang threw the wine jug in his hand to Sal, who was a little delirious, and asked lightly.

Thrall didn't take a big sip of the flask as other orcs should have done as they should have done often, but held it in his hand and replied with a frown: "The third team led by Stogard has been on the road for three days, and it stands to reason that they should have rushed back to the station. I... I'm worried about what happens to their actions. Taresa ...... Taught me so much and gave too much......"

Hearing Sal's somewhat uneasy voice, Old Tang shrugged his shoulders and said comfortingly:

"Concern is chaos, my friend, don't let these uneasy feelings affect your judgment and wise mind, every member of Kukaron's army is the elite you have carefully selected from the orc warriors of your clan, and you must believe that their operation to save Taresa is only an easy task for them, of course, if not counting the fierce and difficult storm of the previous two days"

It's a pity that Old Tang's persuasion didn't have much effect. Anyone can become restless when they encounter their "loved ones" and those who are extremely important to them in deep danger, and even the wise Thrall is not exempt from vulgarity, and after all, everyone is a mortal with seven emotions and six desires

"I should have brought Taresa out of that cage of pain and shame sooner...... I should have done it a long time ago, but I didn't think about it until you reminded me... Talesa had already taken too much risk for me, if Blackmore found the slightest hint of what she had done for me...... She was in danger all the time. It's me who caused her to be in danger, it's me, and if Goode lets her do any harm because of me, I will have a troubled conscience for the rest of my life......" Sal, who has always been strong and wise in front of people, can't help but feel uneasy at this moment when he thinks of Taresa's safety.

Old Don stepped forward and patted Sal on the shoulder, trying to keep him from being so anxious and nervous. took out a cigar from a venture company and handed it to Sal, and Old Tang said: "Maybe you should try this, Sal can help you relieve stress and adjust your ......emotions after a few deep breaths."

But Old Tang's big hand on Sal's shoulder instantly felt Sal's body tense tightly, and he trembled slightly. Following Thrall's excited gaze, a silhouette appeared at the mouth of the mountain pass, accompanied by several strong orcs.

Sal, who was beside Old Tang, yelled with joy almost uncontrollably, and he rushed out quickly to meet the shadow.

Looking at this warm scene, even Old Tang felt a burst of joy in his originally suppressed chest. Taresha, a gentle, strong, kind and brave girl, has finally come to Sal's side. History was once again rewritten by himself, and a faint sense of accomplishment suddenly surged in Old Tang's heart, and he took a hard sip of the cigar in his mouth, and Old Tang murmured faintly in a voice that only he could hear:

"Taresha's fate has been rewritten...... The tragedy of Azeroth...... One more missing"

Chapter Ninety-Nine: Saving the "Royal Sister" Taresa (II)

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