Menethil's Power

Chapter 117 Blood and Glory
Jaina, who was asked to leave temporarily, didn't feel wronged. The little girl was very sensible, and she knew that what the Menethil brothers were going to talk about might be a topic involving Lordaeron's secrets, and she should avoid it due to emotion and reason.

The little girl began to wander around the entire Stonard camp.Ever since the orcs invaded Azeroth, these green-skinned beasts have quickly gained a reputation for bloody ferocity as the cries of the Night Walkers, but the Kul Tiras royal governess will never have a brain twitch and talk to the little princess. This kind of bedtime story, so even though she was attacked by orcs before and almost all the guards were killed by a powerful "orc warlock" spell, Jaina still didn't have much fear of orcs.

Adults always say how barbaric and cruel the orcs are. After seeing those fearless wolf cavalry, Jaina also has a certain understanding of this.But the orcs in this camp seem to be another species. They gather in large numbers, surrounded by wooden fences that are more symbolic than practical, poorly clothed and hungry, but as docile as sheep.

It was as if they suddenly lost their souls.

Jaina didn't understand why, but the little girl's attention was quickly shifted to an orc with a broken arm and leg. This skinny orc was holding a chipped wooden bowl and pouring it The tan batter was fed little by little to the orc cub in his arms.

This made Jaina's heart greatly touched, and for a moment she thought of her kind mother who was far away in Kul Tiras.A thought that affected her life began to germinate in her heart: no matter what atrocities these orcs have committed, they are still intelligent creatures governed by humanity and reason.

Perhaps the only difference between them and humans is skin color and fangs, but their civilization is still in its infancy.

A strange situation suddenly attracted Jaina's attention. She found a group of orcs gathered together, but the center was vacated. Through the gap, Jaina saw the scene, a pale female orc collapsed on the ground. On the ground, her belly bulges high.There was a pool of blood and amniotic fluid mixed on the ground, and the hoarse howling was very clear even if it was more than ten meters away.

Jaina couldn't help covering her mouth with her little hand, my God!It was a pregnant woman with dystocia!Several female orcs surrounded the pregnant orc, but they could not provide any effective help due to limited conditions. An extremely tall and strong male orc, who seemed to be the husband of the pregnant woman, was covering his face in pain. Jaina could feel the pain. To his helpless grief.

I must do something!She needs help!The good-natured Jaina thought without thinking, and she looked around quickly to find a few Lordaeron soldiers nearby, who had witnessed the difficult birth, but were talking to each other with ease, even with a smile on their faces.

Jaina immediately rushed over aggressively, "How can you stand idly by? Go help!"

The soldiers looked at each other, and after a while one of the elders said, "I don't quite understand what you mean, Miss, are you asking us to deliver the female orc?" His words were very polite, after all, from Jaina's clothes It can be seen that this little girl is either rich or expensive.

Jaina nodded, "Yes."

The faces of the soldiers immediately turned weird, "If the humans are defeated, I don't think my pregnant wife will be treated with the same kindness." A young soldier said bluntly: "She can only pray that these orcs are tired of eating human flesh." , so that we can get away with saving our children."

Jaina was speechless, but her will would not be so easily shaken, the little girl's face immediately became serious, "I am Jaina Proudmoore, princess of Kul Tiras, and I now order you Help that orc mother as much as you can."

This status is really a bit too noble. The soldiers exchanged eye contact, and finally the elder said helplessly: "Then let me do it. After all, I have delivered a few calves before, so it must be no problem to deliver orcs."

Delivering a calf? ?Is it so casual?Jaina immediately realized that she seemed mentally handicapped, and these ordinary soldiers obviously couldn't provide more help. She immediately left the guards and ran in the direction she came, her long pale golden hair messed up in the wind.

She is going to find the capable person, the person who may be persuaded by her, and there should be no higher-level clergyman than Isaacs in Fiddlestone.

On this side, Isaacs had finished talking with Arthas, and the two brothers couldn't help but froze when they heard Jaina's request, "Are you crazy, Jaina? Why are we going to the trouble of saving a little orc cub? His The elder almost killed all of our guards a few days ago!" Alsace asked, although he already understood the reason why the orcs could not be slaughtered, but this did not mean that the little prince's sense of orcs had changed in the slightest.

"Don't you have the slightest bit of compassion?" Jaina seemed to be quite angry, her little face flushed, "I misread you, Arthas! You are such a ruthless person!"

"Stop!" Seeing that they were about to quarrel, Isaacs stopped him immediately. He gestured to Alsace to be calm and looked at Jaina, "Where is that orc mother?"

The life of an orc cub really is nothing.It doesn't take much to help, just think of it as doing Jaina a favor.

Isaacs soon saw the orc pregnant woman who had a difficult labor under Jaina's leadership. He didn't need to be close to judge her condition at all. The extreme malnutrition and messy environment made this originally healthy mother into trouble. .

This is not a problem that the Holy Light cannot solve. Midwifery is one of the full-time jobs of church pastors. Isaacs just raised his hand, but he hesitated. He has not performed such delicate healing work for several years. The body is very fragile, even if he inadvertently releases a trace of holy energy, it is very likely to cause one corpse and two lives.

Therefore, it is better to leave it to professionals, "Go and invite Paltress here." He said to Alsace.

The little prince went reluctantly, and Isaacs turned to look at the core figure among the orcs. This male orc was quite strong, but he seemed to have starved for a long time. He and the pregnant woman on the ground seemed to have a very close relationship. Relationship.

Isaacs felt that this orc looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it. In the end, he could only blame it on his own illusion. After all, in the eyes of humans, orcs all looked similar.

Some of you know how to deliver babies, don't you? asked Isaacs.

The male orc nodded, he knew the Common language, "Yes," his voice was low and hoarse.

"There will be a benevolent priest to replenish the lost strength and life of the pregnant woman. How about your people delivering the baby?" This is the most appropriate way to help but not arouse the vigilance of the orcs.

"Okay." It was still a short answer, without a word of unnecessary nonsense.

Paltress arrived soon. She didn't express any doubts or opinions, but immediately began to release the recovery technique. The holy light treated all living beings equally, and the face of the orc mother bathed in the sacredness quickly eased.

With a hoarse cry, a loud cry resounded through the sky of Fiddlestone, and a new life was born.

The atmosphere in the venue instantly relaxed, and this orc baby seemed to carry some special meaning.His father looked directly at Isaacs.He said in a low voice, "Thank you." Although the two human girls contributed from the beginning to the end, of course he knew whose will it was that the child was born.

"Don't thank me. You will still stay in the camp and repent for your crimes." Isaacs said indifferently. This temporary act of kindness is only out of respect for life and will not change the relationship between the two parties. hate relationship.

He took Alsace and the two girls and turned around to leave. Before leaving, he asked the guards not to excessively deprive the orc family of food, so he didn't look at it any more.

The tall orc father kept looking at their backs, as if he wanted to imprint their image in his heart. Orcs have never been a race that does not reciprocate, they attach great importance to kindness.

Even if it is the kindness of charity from the enemy.

When Isaacs completely disappeared from sight, a lean orc separated from the crowd and came to the tall orc. "Everything is ready, King Saurfang." He said in a low voice.

Varok Saurfang nodded, but said nothing.

As the right-hand man of the Great Chief Doomhammer during World War II, the Saurfang brothers were assigned the task of guarding the Dark Portal at the last moment, so they failed to participate in the Battle of Blackrock Spire.They ultimately failed to stop the overwhelming Allied forces, but instead of returning to Draenor through the Dark Portal, they took root in Azeroth.

They went north, collected the broken tribes all the way, and led them to wreak havoc in the wilderness of the eastern kingdom, and even managed to cross the strait and came to the northern continent.The strategy of the brothers is very clear, that is, not to confront the alliance head-on, all battles are guerrilla-based, and they look for opportunities to liberate the captured orcs.

It stands to reason that their targets should be those small and medium-sized asylum camps, and there is absolutely no reason to directly attack Fiddlestone, but Varok has to do so because his lover, with his soon-to-be-born child , was captured here.

Varok Saurfang had a wife in his youth, but the unfortunate female orc died after leaving him a child, whom the grieving Varok named Dranosh and Guaranteeing his pure tan skin, he was left in Nagrand on Draenor to be raised by Thrall's grandmother, Gaia'an.

During the expedition to Azeroth, a strong and wild female orc melted the old warrior's cold heart with her own enthusiasm. He accepted her and formed a new family.And when the Dark Portal was closed again, and there was no hope of returning to Draenor, this new family completely became King Saurfang's concern.

After all, this female orc and the child in her belly are the hope for the continuation of the Saurfang family.

"However," the orc's adjutant Toges hesitated, but said, "Only one-third of our compatriots are willing to follow us in the uprising."

Varok sighed. Compared with the alliance's siege and interception, this was the greatest resistance to his organization of the rebels. Gul'dan used the blood of demons to arouse the bloodthirsty and rage of the orcs, but when he failed and the frenzy subsided , the only thing left is emptiness and depression. Many orcs seem to have lost the will to live in an instant. Live like a dog in a dirty cell.

This made Great King Saurfang feel sad. He didn't know whether such compatriots were worth saving. Maybe this was the end of the tribe?Underpinning their brothers still desperately trying to organize the orcs who were willing to resist was a prophecy, a prophecy circulated within the Blackrock clan: that the last heir of Doomhammer would use it to bring redemption and then destruction to the orc race.Then it will be passed on to those outside the Blackrock clan, and everything will change again, and it will be used again for a righteous cause.

Great Chief Orgrim confirmed the first half of the prophecy, but where is the salvation in the second half?Varok didn't know, nor did any of the orcs except the blind old orc in Alterac.The Saurfang brothers could only hold on, leaving a spark for the orcs.

"Don't wait, we will launch a mutiny tonight and lead the compatriots who are still willing to fight to leave." King Saurfang said in an unquestionable tone.

"Tonight?" Torgues couldn't believe it. It was less than half a week before they sneaked into Fiddlestone, which was too hasty.

"That's right." King Saurfang's eyes suddenly became deep, "When this human prince leaves, he will definitely take some defenders with him as guards, and this will be our best chance. Meaning we're going to pay huge additional casualties."

King Saurfang is undoubtedly a wise leader. Therefore, when he faced his wife with dystocia, in order to hide his identity, he could only stand by in pain. He also knew very well that without Isaacs, he would definitely lose again. His lover even has children, but this will not affect him to make the most rational decision. In the face of racial interests, personal kindness has no weight. He is the king of orcs, and he must be responsible for thousands of orc families .

"But your wife just gave birth!" Torgues still felt wrong.

Saurfang looked at the still pale female orc, with a rare tenderness on his brows, "Halna is a strong woman, she will recover soon, and she will never hold us back. "

The weak Halna smiled back at him, her face full of sweetness.

Varok stroked his wife's cheek, and the iron-blooded man suddenly showed his tender side. He picked up his child and shook it gently, but the baby miraculously did not cry.

King Safar looked at his face similar to his own, and his emerald green skin, which was very different from his brother Dranosh in Draenor, "Let's call him Fidenosh." He said softly, driving himself As a father right, name this newborn.

Then he quickly put away all his emotions, and looked at Torgais with stern eyes, "pass on the order, let them pick up any weapons they can find, gather in the northeast after solving the guards, and then meet with my brother confluence."

"Obey! Your Majesty!" Torgues had no more objections.

(End of this chapter)