Hillsbrad Hills, Southsea Town.

In the largest tavern in town, five paladins were gathered around a table in the center, their tired faces looking at the light crystal floating silently on the table.

"Finally the purification has been successful... I'm going to use this Light Crystal to create a peerless weapon that will sweep away all evil and squalor from this world!" Mograine said emotionally to his four companions.

"Not bad, so what do you want to give it a name?" asked Dasuohan with a few laughs.

Mograini pondered for a moment.

Born from the shadows, this crystal can now bring light to the world after purification, it is like a pannia in the ashes, it is reborn as a noble being, and any evil and darkness will bow down before it and turn to ashes!

"It... It will be a two-handed broadsword. Mograini made her decision, and her heart was pounding.

"I will use it to spread the virtues of the Paladins and the mercy of the Light!"

"It will sweep away all evil in the world and reduce them to ashes!"

"Its name, I decided to call it ... At this point, Mograini paused, as if making a final decision.

"Ember Bringer!"

At the same time, a middle-aged human in a black robe was hurrying along the town's path.

Kel'thugad had finished his secret experiments in the field, and now he had to rush back to Dalaran, or the old immortal Antonidas would doubt himself again.

The intersection of the Light and the Shadow occurred at this moment, and at the same time the closest distance.

At nightfall again, Blackmore Castle in the eastern part of the Hillsbrad Hills is back to a busy day and calm again.

The orc slaves dragged their tired bodies back to their rough and simple plank rooms, where they lay on the cold ground to rest.

The human soldiers, who did not need to stand guard, returned to the castle and began their evening entertainment.

Whoosh!

Several arrows whistled and pierced through the guards at the gate, who hissed as they covered their bleeding throats with their hands, and then slowly fell to the ground, convulsing and dying.

"Go ahead, that Thrall should be imprisoned in the castle's dungeon, don't fight, act stealthily, you big guy keep up. ”

Sylvanas put away her longbow and roared at Grom*Inferno behind her.

Grom grunted a few times, unhappy that he couldn't fight head-on.

In the gloomy dungeon, where only the torches hanging in the hallway emitted a faint glow, Thrall sat on the ground, squinting, struggling to read a book of human history that Taresa had secretly stolen.

Suddenly, as if he had heard something, he put down the book in his hand and stood up, staring at the stairs of the hallway.

With a creak, the iron door of the corridor staircase was opened, and several strange elves and a strong figure walked in quickly.

"This is Gouil, the son of the frostwolf chief?" Sylvanas pursed his lips at Thrall and looked up and down at the vigilant green-skinned orc in front of him.

The orc took a few steps forward and lifted the hood from his head, revealing the face of a brown-skinned orc into Thrall's eyes.

"That's right, this is Gouyle, the only son of my old friend Durotan. ”

Grom stared at Thrall with his blood-red eyes, grinning wide.

Thrall was very smart, and he immediately realized that the caller had no ill intentions, but had heard a lot of information from their simple conversation.

"You are from a new tribe? Do you know my father?"

"The New Tribe... Oh, so to speak, yes, I do know your father, Durotan, who is a warrior of integrity and very much tradition... I'm the patriarch of the Warsong clan, Grom Hellroar. Grom said, pulling out the Tomahawk Blood Roar from behind him and swinging it a few times.

Sal was thrilled when he heard this, he was finally going to be saved!

But then he thought of something and was stunned for a moment.

"Hell roars? You are not already in that war ... I have known about it in my previous studies ... You... ”

"I'm dead, so to speak, but now is not a good time to go, let's go, and I'll tell you more when I get back to the South, Son of Durotan. ”

"There are other compatriots, who are also being held in this castle, and there are several shelters nearby, can we... ”

Thrall walked briskly out of his cell, speaking eagerly as he searched for the right armor.

"Don't worry, orc brother, we're not the only ones coming. ”

Queen Xi teased Thrall, who glanced at the group of elven rangers who had come with Grom, but did not speak.

Although full of questions, Sal had these things in mind at the moment, and the most important thing was to escape for now.

Meanwhile, the human guards guarding the shelters in the Hills Bled Hills were all shot and killed, and their bodies lay on the ground.

Then they swarmed out, and the confused orc prisoners looked at their fellow orcs in front of them in surprise, they were all generals who had died in that lost war, but they were standing in front of them alive at the moment.

Immediately afterward, a resurrected orc death knight took in the orc prisoners at the same time in various shelters, and then led them to set fire to the shelters, kill all the human soldiers, and finally escape frantically.

Blackmore Castle, which was also in flames, the long-awaited orc slaves began to revolt, and they obeyed Thrall's orders and began to attack the human soldiers who heard the news in an organized manner.

Blackmore did something wrong, he shouldn't have taught Thrall so well, that Thrall became a good leading general, and his soldiers were no match at all.

"Thrall, where do you goddamn beast want to go!"

A loud roar was heard, and it was a human soldier in heavy armor, holding a two-handed sword in his hand.

Lieutenant Drake, the human captain who handed over the orc captives to Lothar, has now been promoted to the rank of Orc Warden of Blackmore Castle.

The death of both parents in the orc war made Lieutenant Drake hate the orcs, and if it weren't for the orders from above, he would have tortured all his orc prisoners.

The human soldiers were in a rout, but Lieutenant Drake hadn't fled, he was ready for a mortal battle.

"Leave, Drake, you're no match for me, you can't stop me from getting free, and you don't have to die for Blackmore!"

Thrall held his tomahawk and shouted at the lieutenant in front of him.

"I'm not dying for that noble lord, green-skinned beast! I'm for myself, for my family!"

With that, Lieutenant Drake raised his broadsword.

Thrall sighed at this.

Killing is the last thing he wants to see now.

Although this human is extremely rough and cruel to them on weekdays, it is undeniable that he is a qualified warrior.