Menethil's Power

Chapter 121 Redemption and Inheritance

War has always been an indispensable part of the development of civilization. Once the conflicts between countries and races reach an irreconcilable level, they can only be resolved through blood and fire, and the result is nothing more than victory and defeat.

But in many cases, the victory does not bring the desired effect, just like the alliance that has gradually become ineffective today, the invasion of the tribes did not make the human nations and Quel'Thalas realize the necessity of unity, they are returning to the usual State, hostile to each other because of interests, fighting endlessly.

There are constant internal frictions among humans on the surface, but the former tribal chief Orgrim Doomhammer who was imprisoned in the underground city of Lordaeron has no way of knowing. Since he was captured, he has been acting like a walking dead. There was no response to his words, touch or even the criminal law, as if he had lost his soul.

But what about the real situation?The most powerful thing about a warrior is actually his iron will. Although the shame of defeat made him quite disheartened, it did not make this tough orc completely give up hope.He has been licking his wounds silently, even though his old wounds have accumulated, it is difficult to maintain his heroic combat power.

Humans kept him alive, restricted his freedom, took away his weapons, but didn't kill him, and Doomhammer, although unbelievable, could understand the idea of ​​a human leader using him as a symbol of merit.At the very beginning of the end of the war, he would be pulled out from time to time to demonstrate the strength of the alliance, but now he seems to have been completely forgotten in this dark and dank dungeon.

This is exactly what Doomhammer means. Humans think that he has been defeated and has completely lost his fighting spirit, but in fact, he is still a brave and wise chief in his heart. He will break free and return to his supporters , and lead them to continue to fight for the freedom of the orcs.

For this reason, he endured, endured the pain of old wounds, dirty meals, and all kinds of self-righteous insults from those stupid humans, just to make them despise and ignore himself.

Now, his chance has come.

A day ago, those human guards suddenly changed his chains. The obsidian shackles that were enough to restrain an adult dragon were replaced with a shiny silver material. This strange metal material is as soft as bread. Doomhammer Freedom of movement is easily gained.

Of course, he would not think that human beings would be negligent to such an extent. Just as there are scum like Gul'dan among the orcs, there are also dissidents among the human beings. They even do not hesitate to release themselves, the enemies of the race, for their own benefit.

Doomhammer hated this despicable person from the bottom of his heart, but at this time he had to accept the "goodwill" of the other party.The day after he was free from the chains, he tried to get out of the dungeon.

He was careful and prepared to fight hard when he was discovered, but in the end he was embarrassed to find that there was only one guard left to guard his prison. Obviously, that potential human helper wanted to ensure that he could escape, but It took a lot of effort,
Doomhammer broke the guard's neck effortlessly, obtained a long sword hilt, copper coins and some linen, and then began to think about how to escape,

The Royal City of Lordaeron has an extremely large underground building complex, which is not inferior to its surface. These underground buildings are mainly used as royal tombs, prisons for prisoners, and shelters during wartime. Doomhammer will soon After finding an exit, he climbed up the wooden ladder in fear, and finally saw the sun again.

The fierce sunlight made Orgrim, who had been in the dark for a long time, feel quite uncomfortable. He didn't stick his head out to look around until he regained his strength. The situation was not bad, and there was no one around.
This exit seemed to be a dry well. Doomhammer jumped out and began to explore cautiously. This was in an exquisite garden, the stone pavement was spotless, surrounded by majestic and majestic solid stone buildings, one of which was the most magnificent. It has a golden dome and a transparent skylight.

Doomhammer realized that something was wrong. The former warchief knew a lot about humans. He knew that there was only one place in a country's capital that was so gorgeous and empty, and that was the royal palace.

Doomhammer began to return without hesitation, taking this opportunity to kill a human king is very tempting, but that is something an epic orc warchief considers, and now even a heroic combat power cannot reach Doomhammer only thought about how to leave quietly.

Without strength, there is no capital. In the battle of the great chiefs three years ago, he was seriously injured.

It is very unrealistic to escape directly from the palace. Even if he can avoid the royal guards, it is impossible for a non-stealth orc to pass through a densely populated human settlement, so he must go back to the dungeon to find another exit.

Suddenly there was a sound of conversation and footsteps, and Doomhammer jumped sideways without hesitation, and the dense flower sea immediately covered the orc's huge figure and his aura.

Doomhammer kept his heartbeat to a minimum, a level of physical control that was effortless to him, but the conversation between the two human soldiers caught his attention.

"The orc slave of His Royal Highness has started training again. To be honest, I am a little worried. The little orc is said to be less than ten years old, but he is taller than me. I seem to see another future human butcher." said a soldier.

"Minors will always need some toys, and His Royal Highness's toys are naturally different, so why worry about it? Are you farsighted and wiser than His Royal Highness Isaacs? Not to mention our wise His Majesty Terenas , what else can an orc child do in front of his eyes?" Another said with relief.

That was all Doomhammer could hear, but it was enough for him to understand the situation. Obviously, a minor orc had been tragically reduced to a human servant and played with like a toy.

A deep anger surged from the heart of the former orc chieftain, and he covered his face in pain. It was because of his ignominious failure that his people fell into such a miserable situation. children, and an unknown number of orcs are being driven like cattle and horses at this time, and even die in pieces like silent animals.

Doomhammer immediately made up his mind that he was going to save that miserable child, even though he was no longer the Warchief, but that didn't mean he would ignore the suffering of his people.

As an experienced veteran, Doomhammer quickly found a small training ground in a corner of the palace. He hid and hid along the way, and even had to kill a human guard again, but he was never found.

Sure enough, he saw five figures on the training ground, a human warrior, a blond girl, and a little green-skinned orc. Miraculously, there were only two lonely guards around them.

And the face of that little orc was quite familiar to Doomhammer, and he thought of an old friend.The orc chief's eyes widened in disbelief, thanks to the ancestors!That must be Durotan's son!He looks exactly like his father!
Now there is no doubt in the slightest, Doomhammer will never allow the son of a hero to become a slave of mankind, and he will take this child away no matter what.

leave alive.

On the training ground at this time, Sergeant Warrens was meticulously instructing Little Thrall in the posture of holding the hammer. He didn't understand why he had to train an underage orc, and it had to be done in a semi-secret situation, but this didn't mean anything. It does not affect his due diligence in completing royal tasks.

"Keep your legs apart and stabilize your lower body. The warhammer is a very heavy weapon. You must use all your strength to swing it."

Little Thrall used a dark, unpretentious warhammer. It was between a one-handed warhammer and a long-handled warhammer, but it still looked amazing. However, Thrall who controlled it did not show too much effort. .

Sergeant Warrens had fought in the Orcish Wars, so he knew the mighty weapon known as the Doomhammer, and seen its incomparability on the battlefield against its owner. This weapon should have been in the showroom. It was a symbol of honor, but it was used as a training tool for a little orc at this time, so the sergeant felt quite ridiculous, but he was a pure soldier, so he didn't think too much, didn't ask too many questions, and just focused on the task.

It is precisely because of this that only the elite Sergeant Warrens will be appointed by Isaacs as the training instructor for young Thrall.

"Please be patient, sir, Sal is not very smart, he may not understand what you mean very much." Teresa on the side said pretty, her eyes full of worry.

As the eldest prince's personal maid, Teresa was originally strictly forbidden by Isaacs to watch Thrall's training, but since someone is far away on the other side of Lake Lordamere, his deterrent power will naturally plummet, even if he has always been against him. A good girl who is both respectful and afraid, can't hold back her worry and concern.

As long as it is a normal man, he will not speak ill of such a cute and gentle little girl who I feel pity for. Sergeant Warrens couldn't help showing a smile on his serious face. He looked at Teresa, "No need. Worry, little girl, Thrall is much smarter than many humans..."

The sergeant seemed to want to continue talking about Thrall's training results, but his voice stopped abruptly.His stubble-covered head flew up suddenly, and the flying blood spattered Teresa's face.

The little girl was startled by the sudden attack. She stared blankly at the terrifying scene. The sergeant's headless body fell to the ground, gushing blood, and behind him was an extremely tall green figure. Teresa immediately Thinking of the inhuman beasts she saw in the Redridge Mountains, the little girl subconsciously opened her throat and let out a high-pitched scream.

Little Sal was also very confused by this sudden intruder. It seemed that the other party was his own kind, but it didn't seem to be with good intentions. He actually killed Sergeant Warrens directly. , the sergeant was one of the few who would treat him as an equal.

The strange orc interloper held Thrall behind him and began to deal with the other two guards, as he yelled in Orc, "Kagh! Binmogg'thazagcha!"

Thrall was even more confused, what does this mean?As an orc picked up by humans since he was a child, he couldn't understand the slightest bit of orc language.

But Orgrim's next actions made Thrall have a clear judgment. Even if there is no one in strength, the former orc chief is not an existence that two human infantry can contend with. They will be eliminated soon, and Ogrim Mu didn't think much, and the blood-stained long sword snatched from a human being slashed at Teresa who was in shock.

His choice was not wrong, the tribal chief would never have the slightest extra mercy at critical moments, a little human girl was indeed no threat, but she would definitely attract a large number of guards.Orgrim's only thought at this point was to kill any witnesses and escape into the dungeon with the Son of Durotan before the guards could react.

However, what he didn't notice was the anger in the eyes of little Sal behind him.

This orc actually wanted to kill Teresa!Teresa is like a sister to him Sal!The only Teresa who is willing to talk to him, care for him, secretly send him food and write to him!What's more, this orc killed the sergeant before!

enemy!Unforgivable enemy!

There was nothing to hesitate, Thrall swung the weapon in his hand according to the technique given to him by Sergeant Warrens, and the black Doom Hammer hit its original owner's waist heavily with the sound of howling wind.

It is difficult to describe Orgrim Doomhammer's astonishment at this time. He never expected that the son of Durotan would attack him. The young Thrall already had a lot of strength, and Orgrim was defenseless , his body already had hidden wounds that had accumulated for a long time and could not be healed, and was already on the verge of collapse. This unprepared blow was almost the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Orgrim's back made a sound of bone cracking, and he couldn't help half kneeling on the ground, but Little Thrall didn't seem to want to let him go, the heavy Doom Hammer hit Orgrim's head again.

The body of the former tribal chief twitched violently, and then collapsed powerlessly. With the last bit of strength, he turned around to face Thrall.

Thrall, holding the Hammer of Doom high and preparing to give the enemy the final blow, couldn't help but stop his movements, because he saw the orc's eyes, what kind of sadness was contained in those black pupils.

Thrall was stunned, a huge panic engulfed his heart, he couldn't even hold the Doom Hammer in his hand, did I make a mistake?he couldn't help asking himself.

Teresa had already rushed over. Although the little girl's face was covered with blood, she still looked at Sal with great concern, "You didn't get hurt, did you?"

However, little Sal remained motionless like a puppet.

The last blow did not fall, and Orgrim felt relieved. He didn't have any hatred for Thrall. He knew that this poor child was deceived by humans.

His vision was already blurred, and he couldn't see Thrall's expression clearly. The long-accumulated dark wounds seemed to erupt at this moment, and the severe pain spread all over his body. But after the extreme pain, a warm current suddenly appeared, making Ogri Mu had a long-lost sense of comfort.

He heard shouts and footsteps, and it was obvious that human beings reacted extremely quickly, but it didn't matter anymore. Orgrim knew that his last moment had come, so he opened his mouth and said in Common Tongue: "Child, hurry up!" run……"

Then he lost all his strength, and his raised head fell down heavily. He could feel that death was gradually taking over his body, but Orgrim didn't have any panic, on the contrary, his heart was peaceful.

Freed, he finally didn't have to bear that heavy responsibility. The Hammer of Doom was passed on, and along with it was the heavy responsibility of pursuing glory and redemption.

I hope you will not disappoint me, son of Durotan.

Orgrim completely relaxed his body, enjoying the last peace.

It's ironic that the last bloodline of the Doomhammer family should die in Doomhammer.

These were the last thoughts of the former Warchief of the Horde.

　Suddenly feel bad...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)