Azeroth’s Death Track

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The night in the Alterac Mountains is cold, especially in the days when the big storm has just raged, and the night in the valley can be called dripping ice.

No one would go out at this risk at the risk of being frozen to death. Even the dwarf with thick skin and flesh hide in the sentry post, roasting fire and drinking wine, but for the orcs of the Frostwolf clan, This kind of weather is not extreme. After all, they once lived in the coldest frost fire ridge in the world of Draenor, where the climate is much worse than the Alterac Valley.

And most importantly, they do not want to provoke war with the Thunderspike dwarf, so if they want to get close to the Thunderspear dwarf's territory, they must choose a suitable time. Which day is more suitable than tonight?

"Wow"

A sharp whistle sounded like a night owl in Alterac Valley, but this was actually a signal from the Frostwolf Wolf Cavalry. In the dark, more than 20 of the bravest wolf knights secretly crossed The Thunderspear dwarf's line of defense leaned towards "Tarissa and Thrall's Hut", and under the double protection of cold and night, they quickly approached the cedar forest in the remote valley.

And when the wolf cavalry began to gather together, in the warm warehouse, Thrall was helping Taresa to organize the goods. As an orc, he must not be able to show his head on the human site, so the operation of this small warehouse, Taresa can only be responsible, but Thrall is a good hunter. With the help of Frostwolf Snow Song, he can often hunt a lot of precious fur, which makes Taresa’s business in New Tarren Mill. There are also different.

Of course, most of her goods were bought by the dwarves.

"I have saved a sum of money. After a few months, when the money is enough, I will go to Dalaran once."

In the burning of the warm fireplace, Taresa sat lazily, drinking tea, and instructing Thrall to move things. She turned her bills like a fortune fan, stroking the frost wolf's head under her feet. Say:

"I heard Uncle Barton say that there is a magic black market in Dalaran where you can buy a lot of things. I plan to buy some magic materials."

"Ok?"

Thrall wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to look at his human sister. He asked curiously:

"Are you going to do the business of magic materials? There shouldn't be many wizards in New Tarren Mill?"

"No, I mean, buy the materials and then ask the mage to come over and cover your body with magic."

Taresa smiled and said:

"I met a traveling little dwarf mage at Thunderspear Castle last time. Her name is Julie Magic Line. She is very talkative and has a good temper. I asked her specifically. She told me that there are many ways for the mage. To change a person's shape, she gave me her address in Dalaran. I asked her to come over and cast a spell on you. With a puff, you become human!"

Tarresa’s words silenced Thrall. He sat on the wooden box, watching Tarresa humming. In his memory, after escaping from Dunhold Castle, he took the seriously injured Captain Drake The three of them survived in Alterac Valley, but Taresa has been taking care of them.

Thrall looked at her sister's skirt, which was very old. She bought it for herself when she was on her birthday two years ago. She was frugal and never spent a penny. She thought hard and became friends with the dwarves. Hidden well in this valley.

She did too much for him.

"Do not!"

Thrall whispered that the voice of refusal caused Taresa to raise her head, and she looked at Thrall in disbelief:

"what did you say?"

"I don't want to be human. I know you want to take me out and let me live in the town."

Thrall smiled, a soft flash in his blue eyes:

"But I don’t need it, Taresa, you should save this money and go to Lordaeron or Dalaran to open a small shop. With your business talent, you will become a big businessman sooner or later, and most importantly The thing is, you have done too much for me, and you should also consider it for yourself. In fact, going to Ironforge is also a good choice. With the relationship of General Barton, you can do business better in Ironforge. ."

"Fool!"

Taresa stood up, akimbo, demonstrating her majesty as a sister, she pointed to Thrall and said:

"Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself. I am a sister. You have to listen to me. Be good."

"I just don't want you to work so hard for me, my sister."

Thrall shrugged, stood up, and continued to move the heavy wooden box: "You are my only relative, and I hope you can..."

"Oh!"

Frostwolf Snow Song, who had always been lying at the foot of Taresa, jumped violently, making a wolf howl and madly fangs in the direction outside the warehouse. Thrall saw this scene and suddenly grabbed the musket at hand. And pushed Taresa, who was not sure about the situation, into the dark room of the room.

"A stranger is coming, stay inside! Don't come out!"

"That sword! Thrall, holding that sword!"

When the dark grid was closed, Taresa grabbed the wooden door and shouted to Thrall: "Watch out for safety."

Thrall did not answer, but pushed open the table next to him, pulled out a wooden box from the stone depression in the basement, and opened it, holding the frosted rune sword in his hand.

This sword has a strong elven style and is perfectly cast, and it is a necrotic rune inscribed by Tyrion. Although there is no blessing of death energy, it can not play the magic weapon ability, but it comes with frost. The effect and sharp blade also make it the most threatening weapon in Thrall's hands.

The young orc gritted his teeth, put a self-made leather armor on his body, and rushed out of the warehouse with anxious frost wolf snow song. He held a long sword in one hand and a musket in the other, and rushed into the night, and he faced him. I saw five orc wolf cavalry hunts around the warehouse.

"It's you! Young fellow, lay down our weapons, we are not malicious!"

The captain of the wolf cavalry maneuvered the war wolf forward and shouted to Thrall, but unfortunately, Thrall now can only understand a few words in orc language, he simply cannot understand what this brutal fellow is saying. .

Seeing the wolf cavalry continue to approach, Thrall pointed his musket at him and shouted in human language:

"Don't get close!"

At his feet, Frostwolf Snow Song grabbed the ground with four claws and snarled wildly towards the orc in front of him. This scene made the orc wolf cavalry a little surprised, but soon, they figured out Thrall’s situation. They stepped back slowly. This action made Thrall breath, but after nearly a minute of confrontation, the human assassin Tyres, who was **** with a rope, was thrown in front of Thrall.

Thrall recognized Thales. He looked at the orcs around him cautiously and stepped up to support the assassins. Thales was not abused, but after being placed on the War Wolf for tens of kilometers on a cold night, He looked a little depressed. He looked at the young orc in front of him with guilt. He whispered:

"I'm sorry, Thrall...I failed you."

Thrall shook his head, he asked:

"Not to mention this, these orcs, what are they doing here?"

Tyres' lips were frozen blue, he said tremblingly:

"They are here to pick you up. Thrall, Orgrim and Frostwolf's big shaman are waiting for you. Don't fight against them. You may be able to escape, but your sister must be in danger, listen to me, I Not a lobbyist on their side, but for your sister’s sake, you’d better go with them, believe me, these orcs are not malicious to you.”

"Not malicious?"

A bit of fierceness flashed in Thrall's eyes: "I've seen how they fight on the battlefield. I don't believe they are malicious."

"They dare not hurt you, Thrall!"

Thiels aggravated his voice:

"Your parents are their chiefs! They should obey you by nature!"

"You... what are you talking about?"

Thrall's eyes widened sharply. He grabbed Tyles and asked aloud:

"Have you seen my parents? Where are they?"

"You...you will know by following them."

Tells said hardly:

"In addition, the Frostwolf controlled by these orcs can smell the human breath, you have to take your sister with you, at least you can protect her, I don’t know the attitude of these Frostwolf Orcs towards humans...it’s hard to tell you What will happen to your sister after leaving?"

"You bastard!"

Thrall punched Tyles in the face and knocked the bound assassin to the ground:

"You got Taresa in! I should have killed you then!"

"My fault, I admit it."

Tells turned over on the cold ground. His nostrils and corners of his mouth were bloody, but he looked at Thrall with a serious eye, and he said softly:

"Now help me untie the rope. I will protect Taresa. I assure you that as long as I am not dead, she will not be hurt!"

Thrall’s breathing became heavy, especially as more orcs around him, he gritted his teeth, flipped his wrists, the sharp elven sword cut off the chain on Tyers’ hands, and the assassin moved his wrists. Standing up, Thrall put the sword in his hand. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Remember your promise! Protect Taresa!"

After talking, Thrall turned to look at the "comrades". He took a deep breath and threw the musket in the snow. This action made the wolf cavalry leader nod. He whistled and quickly , Two spare war wolves appeared beside Thrall and Tells, while Taresa, who was pale, was wrapped in a bearskin, and was protected by Tells behind him. Grabbing a dagger, he looked at Thrall worriedly.

As smart as she is, she probably already guessed what her brother would face.

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The Frostwolf clan is reclusive in another part of Alterac Valley. For this huge mountain range, this is a long journey. Thrall followed the Frostwolf beasts all the way north and passed the night of Mercedes-Benz until the first It was at noon two days before reaching the retreat of the Frostwolf clan.

Behind Thrall, Taresa’s little face was already flushed, and Tyres saw the orcs who greeted them in the distance. There were thousands of them, which made the assassin clenched his sword handle. The cold breath from the sword calmed him down. He glanced at Taresa worriedly. After jumping off the War Wolf, he clenched Taresa's cold hand and motioned her to stand behind him.

Thrall led by the orcs, Thrall walked forward. He had never seen so many orcs gather together, even if they had the same face shape as him, but Thrall could not feel the connection.

In front of these orcs, standing is a tall, orc warrior wearing a linen robe. He is looking at Thrall with a mixed look, sadness and warm eyes. Beside him is a drooping old man Orc, dressed in shaman's traditional robe, with black strips on his eyes, white hair and beard flying in the wind.

This should be the leader of this group of Frostwolf Orcs.

Thrall stood in front of the two orcs. Thousands of people stared at him with joy, doubt, welcome, and disgust. This made Thrall feel heavy pressure, and he was even at a loss.

"What is your name?"

Orgrim looked at the young orc in front of him, especially the blue eyes that were rare among the orcs, reminding him of his brother who had passed away for almost 10 years. Fluctuation, he asked in human language Shen Sheng:

"Tell me, boy, what is your name?"

"My...my name is Thrall."

Thrall clenched his fists, and the orc in front of him put too much pressure on him. After all, he was only 12 years old.

"No! You are not called Thrall!"

Orgrim's voice became angry:

"Forget the stupid name given to you by humans. From now on, you are not their slave anymore. Your name is Guyel! Son of Frostwolf!"

"boom"

A short knife was thrown at the foot of Thrall by Orgrim. He pointed to Taresa behind Thrall:

"Go, kill her! Then return to your true race!"

"impossible!"

Thrall shrugged and took a step back. He clenched his fists and guarded Tyrs and Taresa. In the roar of thousands of orcs, he shouted at Orgrim:

"Come on! Do you want to hurt her? Then step over my body!"

This move made the orcs noisy, and in the acquiescence of the silent Great Shaman Drektar, in the cold sunlight of Alterac Valley, the Frostwolf Orcs spread out and surrounded the city in a circle. Grimm, Thrall, Tells, and Taresa are in the center.

They roared in orc language, flapped their chests, and mocked Thrall's weakness. In the noise, Orgrim arrogantly took his warhammer from the orc behind him.

The heavy steel warhammer with the wolf head inscribed on it, the warhammer blessed by the elemental spirit, the hammer of destruction.

"You don't want to kill this defenseless human? Very good!"

Orgrim stepped forward, he stared at Thrall:

"Then challenge me, as long as you win me, you can take her away!"

"How? Little cubs raised by humans, do you still have the courage of an orc in your body? Do you dare to face me?"

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