Azeroth’s Death Track

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"This is what you told me that these orcs will not hurt Thrall?"

Taresa clasped Tyers's wrist. She looked nervously at Thrall confronting Orgrim. She looked at the frantic and fierce orcs around. She looked up and stared at the assassin fiercely:

"You liar!"

"Hush! Don't talk!"

Thales would rather stretch out his hand to cover the mouth of the young lady who was afraid of the world. They were already surrounded by orcs. Not every orc was as gentle as Thrall. Taresa had been with Thrall purely. Also lost vigilance against the orcs.

In this case, as long as an orc is on top of blood, Thales and Taresa will fall into a dead body. The assassin would like to dig a pit to bury the two, and he is bound to the tower. Resha's arm whispered in her ear:

"This is not provocation, are you stupid? This is the test!"

"The orcs are testing Thrall and believe me... he will be fine."

"What you said is true?"

Taresa was very nervous. She watched Thrall pick up a shield and axe thrown by the orcs from the ground, and began to confront Orgrim in a gladiator posture. Not smooth anymore.

Thales did not answer. He looked at the surrounding form with the rigor of an assassin. Eventually, he had to admit that if the orcs were unwilling, he would have difficulty taking Taresa away, that is, now the two The safety of the land fell on Thrall.

He looked at Thrall's figure and prayed silently in his heart:

"Come on!"

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"boom"

The warhammer Orgrim slammed on the shield raised by Thrall, and the weapon collided. The young orc felt that his arm was about to be broken. This was the first time he really saw the orc warrior. The power is much stronger than the gladiator that Dunhold Castle can fight in his memory.

He stepped back a few steps by the power of the collision, and then used the methods of the gladiators to block the shield in front of him, watching the movement of Orgrim through the moving gap.

And this kind of defense is very disliked by the orcs. Although the Frostwolf clan has not been affected by too much blood, but the orcs who naturally advocate power are rarely used in this one-on-one battle. Defensive tactics, they prefer boxing to flesh, more like the collision of weapons, more like the confrontation between power and strength.

Orgrim is active on his wrists. Compared with a few years ago, his size has lost a lot of weight. The last defeat and life in the prisoner of war camp severely damaged his body, making him no longer like he used to be. Powerful, but in the face of Thrall, Orgrim's advantage is simply too great.

The old orc moved his shoulders. Among the roars of the Frostwolf beasts, he roared and rushed towards Thrall with a warhammer.

"Little boy! Fight!"

"boom"

The warhammer once again blasted on the surface of the shield. This time the tremendous force turned Thrall directly on the ground, but he rolled for a few weeks, and quickly climbed up again, without mentioning the shield in front of him again. This way of counseling caused the onlookers to boo again and again.

But in Orgrim's eyes, there was a little more appreciation.

Although Thrall is not using the traditional fighting methods of the orcs, on the battlefield, Orgrim has encountered this kind of human tactics more than once, especially in the face of those brave human generals. The fighting method of sword and shield is very difficult to crack.

From the perspective of Thrall's steady pace and the delicate relief between each collision, Thrall is clearly very skilled at this kind of human combat, which is enough to prove that Durotan's son also inherited his brave blood.

"But it's not enough!"

The solid frozen ground at the foot of Orgrim was broken under the blessing of great strength. Between the mud flying, the old orc was like a tiger going down the mountain, and rammed towards the front of Thrall, and behind Thrall, no longer It was the cold walls, but the orcs who were surrounded. The Frostwolf orcs shoved Thrall and pushed him forward, making his steady defense appear a little wrong.

And this flaw was immediately caught by Orgrim. When the orc was approaching Thrall, the Warhammer was held in both hands. From top to bottom, it was like a hammer hitting iron. On the shield.

"Wow"

A dent was directly smashed into the center of the wooden shield. During this powerful collision, Thrall’s body was no longer stable, but he decisively abandoned the shield, and his **** left hand propped on the ground. After Mu's vigorous blow, at the moment when his arm was difficult to turn, Thrall waved his right hand, and the sharp battle axe brushed Orgrim's waist, bringing out a trace of blood.

"Wow wow wow wow!"

The scene of the counterattack made the orcs crazy again, but before Thrall breathed, it seemed that Orgrim, who could not feel the pain at all, turned around and kicked on Thrall’s chest, kicking him over Ground.

"Pain is the strength of the warrior!"

The old orc grinned and stepped forward. The warhammer in his hand hit the young orc that was rolling on the ground with a very fast frequency. Thrall left to avoid, but as the attack became smoother, Orgrim's body The momentum is getting more and more full, like a mountain pressing against Thrall, until the last blow, the shining warhammer descends from the sky, Thrall, who has nowhere to hide, gritted his teeth and smashed the battle axe in his hand. Orgrim, let the old warrior's body shake a bit, and also allowed him to successfully escape from Orgrim's attack circle.

But Thrall, who was panting, no longer had arms.

"then!"

Teres's eyes lit up and threw the sword in his hand to Thrall quickly. The young orc took it, looking at Orgrim rushing like a bull, Thrall's eyes flashed in The moment the two were about to collide, Thrall's left hand grabbed Orgrim's wrist, and the long sword of his right hand slapped on the old soldier's right arm in a slap way.

"Uh"

The cold breath quickly formed a layer of cold fog on Orgrim's wrist, causing his clenched fist to deviate from the direction of the punch, and then with his forward thrust, Thrall lay on the ground with his left foot. Kicked on Orgrim's right leg, at this moment, the young orc grabbed the old orc's wrist and used the power of Orgrim in a way of flying, smashing Orgrim himself on the On the ground behind him.

"Roar!"

Thrall knows clearly that it is now the moment of victory. He no longer spares any effort. The body comes from the orc's talent. The violent power is all over the body. He grabbed the heavy warhammer in Orgrim's hands, bloody. 'S left hand clenched into a fist, hammering Orgrim's shoulder madly, forcing him to release his weapon.

At the moment when the Warhammer started, Thrall was surprised to find that this simple-looking Warhammer was so heavy that he couldn’t even lift it up with one hand, but after Orgrim had risen, Thrall looked after Not so much, he dragged the Warhammer, turned over and rode on Orgrim's chest, holding the Warhammer with both hands, and slammed down Orgrim's head.

"Wow"

This scene caused all the orcs watching to scream, and the orc shaman standing on the side stretched out his hands, trying to stop the tragedy that followed.

But in the end, the elemental power did not show up, because Thrall's warhammer did not hurt Orgrim, but rubbed his head and hit the hard frozen ground.

This relieved the onlookers, and also relieved Orgrim, who was pressed on the ground by Thrall.

"I won...Huh, Huh...I won!"

Thrall, exhausted, felt that every bone in his body was in pain. He stood up hard. In the gaze of the Frostwolf Orcs, he walked step by step to Tyers and Taresa. The orcs in front of him He gave way.

They recognized him!

Behind Thrall, Orgrim got up. He easily grabbed the heavy warhammer, looked at Thrall's figure, and fought against a 12-year-old young orc. Orgrim would definitely not use his full strength. In fact, The battle just now was just a warm-up, but it was defeated under the attack of the former chieftain. There is no doubt that Thrall has proved himself in front of his compatriots.

"Guil!"

Orgrim shouted, Thrall froze, and then turned back, his face stained with blood, and Taresa's distressed handkerchief cleaned Thr from the blood stains.

"You did very well."

Orgrim glanced at Taresa next to Thrall, and he said softly, "You made the right choice..."

"what?"

Thrall looked around suspiciously. The Frostwolf Orcs had slowly returned to the gathering place, leaving only the elders of Orgrim and Drek'Thar, the old shaman who had not spoken. Before, he called for the power of running water, the healing light wrapped around Thrall, and in Taresa's surprised eyes, Thrall's wound healed a little.

It was only then that the old shaman spoke in pure human language:

"Kill life at will, abuse life, destroy life, that is a persistent disease of the old tribe. The Frostwolf clan has never joined this cruel conquest, child, Guy, although you never grew up in the clan, but today , You prove that you are a pure Frostwolf son... Durotan and Draka will be proud of you."

"So... so even if I fail, you won't hurt my sister?"

Thrall glanced at Orgrim, who shrugged:

"The moment you accept the challenge, you have won. Guy, not every orc dare to fight me. Of course, I am old now, and you have taken a victory from me."

Thrall looked at the two orcs with good intentions. He hesitated and whispered:

"I...I may not join you, two gentlemen. I have lived with humans since I was a child. I feel that I may not be able to adapt and may not be able to integrate into your clan."

"It's okay, we won't force you to return to the Frostwolf clan, my child Guy."

There was a smile on the elder face of the elder Shark Drektar:

"We will give you enough time to understand us, and finally decide whether to join us, and I can also guarantee that this human lady, Taresa, she will become the most honored guest of the Frostwolf clan, you can come at any time It’s okay to see you or leave with you, but boy!"

The voice of the elder shaman became a little deeper:

"Don't you go to see your parents?"

"parents?"

Thrall's eyes were a bit dazed. He looked back at Taresa. Although the human sister was still a little scared, she still held Thrall's hand and nodded to Thrall:

"Go, brother, although you never mentioned it, I know that you actually want to see your parents. Go, don't worry about me, Tells will protect me."

Thrall nodded. He looked at Orgrim and Draketar. From the grief in Orgrim's eyes, Thrall had foreseen the unfortunate news. He stood there and took a few deep breaths. Calm yourself down, then he said to Orgrim and the elder Shaman:

"I'm ready, take me to meet them."

"Well, good boy, come with me."

The old shaman walked forward, Orgrim followed, he said softly to Thrall:

"You can call the Drektar Shaman the elder. He was once your father's most trusted think tank and his mentor."

"And my, my name is Orgrim, the former tribal chief, and your uncle, me and your father, Durotan, are real brothers! If you stay here tonight, I may be able to talk to you , Once the adventure of me and your father in the world of Draenor...you will be interested, trust me."

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