Menethil's Power

Chapter 308 Black Feather
Although the chaotic energy reaction was tried hard to cover up, a little breath still leaked out, spreading in the hills of Hillsbrad.These subtle fel energies, although almost imperceptible, can still be sensed by a keen spellcaster, such as a talented new shaman.

Thrall looked up, staring northwest, narrowing his eyes.

In the past few months, this young orc has grown rapidly. At this time, he is wearing black metal plate armor, standing in the ruins, surrounded by countless orcs with poor equipment but high spirits.

This is Fort Dunholde, the military core of Hillsbrad, and the largest orc sanctuary, but now this fortified city has become a thing of the past. Gate, the guard Blackmoore and Thrall had a one-on-one gladiatorial fight, and then his chest was crushed by the young shaman's hammer infused with the power of Windfury.This was the first Lordaeron high ranking officer killed by the orcs since the Second War.

After killing Blackmoore, Thrall realized that he had made a mistake. He could recognize the middle-aged man who picked him up and sold himself to the Prince of Lordaeron, but the other party seemed to have forgotten him.Thrall suffered a lot from Blackmoore when he was a child, so he didn't show mercy, but he immediately regretted it. After all, Blackmoore is a lieutenant general, and capturing him alive can bring a lot of benefits to Lordaeron.

However, killing Blackmoore was not a purely bad thing. At least after Thrall's victory in the duel, the orc warriors erupted into a huge wave of cheers, and the newly rescued slaves in the shelter were also greatly encouraged.

As expected, he was still too emotional, Thrall began to reflect, he is now accustomed to using the standards of a leader to demand himself.

"What shall we do next, Thrall?" asked Warsong chieftain Grommash Hellscream, his battleaxe bloodstained with fresh blood.

Although he did not directly admit that Thrall was the new chieftain, Grom undoubtedly regarded this young orc creature from an equal perspective at this time. This was not just because he just defeated the human leader, but more Because of Thrall's performance in this whole battle.

In previous wars, the tribe's tactics were fierce and fierce, but this style is no longer suitable for the current orc tribe.Thrall, who had accepted the teachings of humans, showed excellent strategic command ability, and finally led the orcs to victory.

This is a simple but very effective strategy. First attack the shelters in various places sporadically, causing Durnholde to send soldiers continuously, and then combine all the elites of the three clans to launch a surprise attack on the fortress. With Rek'Thar's help conjured a powerful earthquake that leveled Dunholde's walls within minutes.

There is nothing to say next, the humans who lost the cover of the city wall had to fight the orcs hand to hand, and the result is self-evident.

The destruction of Durnholde almost meant the fall of the entire Hillsbrad hills, and the orcs could calmly rescue most of the compatriots in the shelter in a short period of time.

Thrall stared at the other side of Lake Lordamere in the north. For a moment, he really wanted to lead the orcs to capture that glorious city and complete the regret of Doomhammer, but his reason told him that this was absolutely impossible. The orcs are no longer the brutal and powerful tribe they were back then, and Lordaeron is not the country that has never been baptized by war.

The other orcs rejoiced at their easy victory over humans, but Thrall knew very well that what they defeated was nothing more than the lowest-level army in Lordaeron. The wars with terrifying long-range strike capabilities that they had seen through the pool of foresight before Thrall was deeply impressed by the machinery, but he didn't see even one among these defenders.

"Call everyone, we are ready to retreat." Thrall said in a deep voice; Dunholde is the limit of what we can achieve, we can't stay any longer, otherwise we will face returning paladins. "

At the same time, he silently apologized to the girl far away from the bottom of his heart, I'm sorry, Teresa, I can't rescue you,
"Understood." Grom nodded, and didn't have any objection to this conservative move. He loves fighting but that doesn't mean he lacks reason. Chief Warsong also saw the Knights of the Silver Hand in the Pool of Foresight During the battle, although the Warsong clan was not afraid of any enemies, their ranks included a large number of orcs who had just been rescued from the asylum, and nearly half of them were women and children.

"I'll send someone to inform Varok and Brox, they must have collected enough food," Grom said.

Thrall joined the Saurfang brothers half a day later, but what they brought was not good news, "We broke through several towns and did not slaughter those who put down their weapons as you ordered, but the food we found is still not good. A lot. It's really strange, the land here is obviously very suitable for farming, but those humans don't grow food." Saurfang said with a frown.

"We have rescued more than 6 people in total. How long can these few food sustain them?" Thrall asked directly.Freeing orc slaves wasn't just about taking them out of the asylum, he had to find a way to keep them alive.

"A month and a half at most."

Neither the Alterac Mountains nor the Hinterlands have much arable land, and the food obtained by hunting and gathering is very limited. It is obvious that eating will become a major problem for the orcs in the near future. It seems that the only way out is to occupy them by force. A piece of land in Hillsbrad may be looted everywhere, but neither measure should be considered now, after all, the threat of the Knights of the Silver Hand is imminent.

The three clans of Frostwolf, Warsong, and Thunder King used to have a total population of 3, but now it has tripled. In addition to food, these orcs must have warm clothes and shelters. After the Alterac Mountains, he had been in a hurry all day, and he didn't have a chance to rest until late at night. This feeling of exhaustion was even more than a big battle.

However, the dream was a little different that day, and Thrall immediately became alert. Because of the long-term study of souls and elements, the dreams of high-level shamans are often foreboding, which is why Drek'Thar is honored as a prophet s reason.

At this time, Thrall found that he seemed to be on a vast grassland, the sky was crimson red, as if it was burning with flames, and a crow was pecking at the grass seeds in front of him, Thrall suddenly felt that the crow looked familiar .

Suddenly the sky-shattering roar rang in his ears, Thrall was taken aback, and then found an army of orcs suddenly appeared in front of him, they were roaring, equipped with hideous weapons, and the number was endless.

Immediately after that, there was a shout behind him. Thrall turned his head and found a piece of bright silver armor. It was human, infantry, cavalry, archer, and those war machines that impressed him deeply. The black muzzle made his heart palpitate .

It was obvious that the two armies were about to engage in battle.

"No!" Thrall subconsciously yelled, he knew very well what the consequences would be if he charged those war machines head-on in a dense formation, he wanted to stop those orcs, but they passed through him like a phantom, towards humans Charge.Thunderous roars sounded one after another, and the crowd of beasts began to explode into a rain of flesh and blood, but their charging momentum did not stop until they were completely wiped out by the artillery fire.

Before Thrall could get sentimental, there was another problem among the human beings. Black energy filled the air. A considerable part of the human beings turned into skeletons amidst howling miserably, and began to attack other human beings. This chaotic scene did not last long. Burning Meteorites with bright green flames fell from the sky, completely destroying the grassland. In an instant, Thrall's eyes were filled with evil green light. A vague figure in black robe pointed at him with his staff and said something, but he couldn't hear it at all. sound.

Thrall woke up suddenly, got up, gasped for breath, and there was a thunderstorm outside the window, and a rough cry suddenly came to mind on the window sill, and flew into the rainstorm with a small black shadow.

It was the crow in the dream!
Without any hesitation, Thrall pushed open the door of the hut and chased him out. The cold rain hit his body and instantly soaked his clothes.

The crow flew at a constant speed, as if it was completely unaffected by the heavy rain. He brought Thrall to the edge of a cliff, and then his body swelled, transforming into a tall and thin mage—this was the last image that appeared in the dream.

Thrall could feel the indescribable aura similar to Drek'Thar from this black-robed mage. Obviously, the other party was a prophet who was more powerful than the old shaman. "I know the meaning of that dream. There is no place for orcs in this continent, and humans themselves cannot escape the fate of destruction." Thrall said in a deep voice, calming down his urgent mood, "What do you want to tell me? What? Where is the path ahead for the orcs?"

"In the west." The tall and thin mage said leisurely: "There is a continent called Kalimdor, and the hope of the orcs is there."

Intuition told Thrall that he should believe it, but he still couldn't be defenseless, "Why should I trust you, a human being?"

The tall and thin mage didn't speak. He turned around and transformed into a crow again, and then disappeared into the curtain of the rainstorm several times faster than before. Thrall couldn't hold him back, so he could only stand there blankly.

The rain poured down, and the lightning pierced the sky one after another. The storm lasted all night and did not stop until dawn. Decisions made afterward will be published.

"Everyone goes west to Kalimdor?" This was a sudden decision that no one expected.

"It is difficult for us to obtain living space in the eastern continent. Human beings are fighting against demons and undead. We can take this opportunity to open up a new homeland." Thrall explained.

"Then why don't we wait until the humans have consumed most of their strength and launch an attack on them? If the timing is clever enough, with our courage and determination, the orcs will definitely become the masters of this land." Grom said differently In my opinion, this pure warrior dislikes this obviously flinching behavior.

"However, the greater possibility is that humans resisted the demons and natural disasters, and then wiped us out, or they couldn't resist, and it was us who faced those monsters in the end." Brooks laughed and said tit-for-tat.

"We shouldn't argue about this first." Saurfang, who was calmer than the other two orc warriors, said, looking straight into Thrall's eyes, "What makes you think this is the most beneficial thing for orcs at present? Decide?"

"Because of a prophecy, a mysterious prophet told me that there is no place for orcs in the eastern kingdom, and our hope lies in the west."

The faces of the three orc warriors suddenly became serious. Because of the shamanism tradition, the orcs always attached great importance to prophecy, but at this time Thrall's prophecy was too vague and determined everyone's future, so they were not too sure, and turned to Look at another shaman.

The blind shaman didn't directly express his point of view, "The prophecy once said that the son of Durotan would lead the orcs to true salvation. How do you think this prophecy is true?"

The orc chiefs fell silent. They realized that since they chose to trust Thrall, they should give him enough trust, "Maybe the western continent is indeed a beautiful place, but how should we cross the huge ocean in the middle?" ? You know we have 10 people," Saurfang reminded.

Thrall has already made up his mind about this issue, "The Knights of the Silver Hand cannot stay in Hillsbrad forever. After their main force leaves, we can go south to occupy South Sea Town or other large enough ports. As for the ship issue , I think those ships that the Warsong clan has are not enough, but we can hire goblins, and there are at least three goblin forces on the Great Sea who are capable of helping us cross the ocean."

"Goblins? How do we determine the reliability of these money-seeking brats?" Brox asked.

"Enough money." Thrall gave a very correct answer, "We obtained a lot of gold and silver luxury goods when we broke through Durnholde, and those goblins will be interested in them. At this time, most of the alliance All of my forces are restrained, and they cannot cause me too much hindrance, this is the best time for us to find a new home."

The orc chiefs looked at each other, but no one raised any objections after all.

Time flows silently for a long time. Although the cause and time of occurrence are different, "The Great Escape of the Orcs" will eventually happen like the original history. At least at this point, the two timelines overlap, but It is bound to separate again soon, towards a completely different ending.

(End of this chapter)