Stratholme God

   Chapter 440 Orcs will never be slaves

  The trees flew past the cheeks, and the sun shined through the mottled light and shadows cast by the treetops, giving people a psychedelic feeling.

"Grom! Grom! Don't go to sleep!" Thrall rode a fully-armed sitting wolf, using his strong arms to hold the rare orc warrior Grom, riding with more than a thousand wolves, walking through in the woods of Ashenvale.

   "Hu! Hu! Hu!" Hu Dad was gasping for breath, but he was not as delirious as in history, and almost even attacked Thrall: "Sal... Thrall?"

   "It's me! It's me—" Thrall responded quickly.

   "Huh, I...I can't die for a while."

Is    just the point of immortality?

  Saar looked at Daddy Hou, and his heart ached.

   How long has it been?

   After two or three months of absence, this orc hero in his prime has become like this - not only his hair, but also many of his beards have turned pale.

   Just looking at his appearance after rapid aging, even Thrall's father, Durotan, is not like this.

   The ancestors are on top! They are the same generation!

   "Big Chief, Long Ears didn't follow." Varok Saurfang, who was not far away, shouted loudly.

   Thrall put his legs in the wolf's belly and raised his left fist high: "Varok, let everyone stop and rest for a while."

   The Orc Warg is a mount known for its stamina.

  Worgs of the Frostwolf clan are the largest on average among the Orc clans.

  These giant beasts are generally more than three meters long and one meter eight in height. They can run around day and night at a speed of 20 kilometers per hour without sleep, without food or drink. When attacking, the instantaneous explosive force can reach 70 kilometers per hour, and there is almost no so-called weakness!

   But no matter how much Warg can run, it won't last long. After all, in the case of its full set of armor, it also carried two fully armed orcs, with a total load of more than one and a half tons.

As soon as the    large force stopped, Varok consciously spread out his men and arranged for sentries.

Thrall helped Grom to sit next to a tree, handed the animal skin water bag, and asked with concern: "Is it... the blood of the devil? How did that thing appear? It's not in 'our world' Do you have it?"

  Grom gasped heavily and took a big gulp. It took a while for him to regain his senses. His red pupils began to clear, and he gradually saw the whites of his eyes.

   "No, I don't know. My people and I came to this area to start logging, and it didn't take long for those long ears with purple skin to appear, and they started attacking us without knowing what to say. We couldn't beat those long ears..."

  Dad said here, Thrall already has enlightenment.

   In this life, as a rare orc who has lived in the human world, Thrall has heard all kinds of compliments in the human tavern, and he is also fortunate to have seen the archery of the elf ranger under McDonald's.

   Silently, let the sharp arrow pass through the gap between more than ten trees, hit the key point with one arrow, and instantly kill the beast 100 meters away.

  In the woods battle, the elf ranger is an incomprehensible existence to the orcs.

   That's why Thrall, after encountering the Darkspear troll, did not hesitate to give a promise of equal rights, but also pulled Vol'jin's trolls to form a tribe.

   Just like the battle of the orcs' invasion of Quel'Thalas, only trolls who are good at jungle warfare can eliminate the advantages of the elf ranger.

  Be aware that not every forest can be solved with fire attacks.

   Now that there is a fight, how could Thrall not know that Daddy has messed with an elves of another race?

"go on."

   "My people and I ran away desperately, and then for some reason, we saw green blood flowing from a spring with a familiar smell on it. No, the smell is stronger here."

  Thrall's eyes twitched violently.

   He has seen many times the horrible appearance of the orcs compatriots going mad from time to time while their strength declines after drinking the blood of the devil.

   This includes Thrall himself - unfortunately, one of the young children who has been "blessed" by Gul'dan.

   It’s just that his symptoms were very mild, and as he got older, his symptoms disappeared long ago.

  Devil's Blood is not something from the bad street, so how can it appear casually in the forest. Thrall grew up so big that he drank once in Draenor, and has never seen the shadow of demon blood since.

   But the sudden appearance of demon blood, the sudden arrival of the Scourge Legion, and the dread Demon King that Thrall had glimpsed from afar in Lordaeron, he immediately decided that this was no longer a conspiracy, but a conspiracy!

   Thrall yelled at the surroundings: "Half an hour's rest, then we quickly leave this forest!"

   "Okay, Warchief."

  The soldiers responded enthusiastically.

   paid a lot of price, but to save the warsong orcs, is to fulfill the promise not to abandon the compatriots, the orc warriors are full of smiles even though they are tired.

   However, at this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred.

   "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

   In a valley at the corner of the front, as a small number of birds flew, a series of continuous vibrations were soon heard.

   This voice reminded Thrall of the mountain giant for the first time. Only a creature of considerable size can have such heavy footsteps.

   "Boom!" One towering tree after another fell in the direction of the orc army.

   "Great Chief, there's a big guy!" Varok led his people towards Thrall quickly.

  Thrall nodded and clenched the warhammer in his hand.

  Unexpectedly, Grom, who was weak just now, stood up.

   "Grom, you just..."

   "Enough! Thrall! True orc warriors die on the battlefield, not on filthy hide beds."

   Obviously, more than two consecutive months of fighting overdrafted Grom's life. You can feel the frailty of his soul without even looking at his appearance.

   But he stood up, majestic and domineering, just like he who led thousands of people on the day and set out on the expedition proudly.

   Without Thrall's order, his personal guard silently punched his chest, making way for Grom to stand on Thrall's right. This is the warriors' greatest respect for heroes.

   That terrifying creature is getting closer!

  When the last row of numbers in the small space in front of Thrall blocking their view creaked and fell tragically, they finally got a glimpse of the true face of the monster in front of them.

   That was a huge demonic creature!

   The body of an eight-story building is about two-thirds the height of a mountain giant.

  The mountain giant is burly vertically, it is horizontal.

It has a template similar to a dragon man-a fat lizard-shaped lower body covered with uneven cuticles and hard scales, four thick feet with black hooks that are more than two meters long as nails; the upper body has a tumbler-like body, A pair of short bat wings and a pair of thick demon hands carry a rather exaggerated double-headed sword behind him.

  The 40-meter long sword (knife) has a blade that is five meters wide. Just looking at the size, it feels like the door of death can be slapped on your face in the next second.

  Under the powerful visual impact, nearly two thousand orcs were speechless, and even the Warg clenched their tails.

   "Hehehe! Orcs! My little slaves, where do you want to go?"

The   comer is naturally the Abyss Lord Mannoroth.

   Just as the atmosphere of terror was about to seize the throat of the orc's fate, a loud voice broke out.

   "Orcs will never be slaves—"

   (end of this chapter)