Menethil's Power

Chapter 192 Doubt and Sorrow

Isaacs sighed helplessly and let Teresa loose.

As a soul from modern time and space, he doesn't like to be served by too many people, so he only has one little girl until his personal servant, which is why Onyxia has an opportunity, after all, even With all abilities restricted, the physical strength of the humanoid dragon is still there, and it is still easy to subdue an ordinary human girl like Teresa.

This also shows that Onyxia is still extremely dangerous, especially in this palace where there are many mortals without combat power.Isaacs patted his head annoyed, why didn't he let Christasa bring the black dragon back to Wyrmrest Temple?
Obviously, the two people who were "in love with adultery" at that time forgot that there was such a burden.

Now that he has been captured alive, it seems that killing it will not reflect its value at all. Isaacs began to consider how to arrange the Black Dragon Princess, at least not giving her any space to move freely.

Teresa coughed a few times to ease the discomfort in her mouth, and there were still a few teardrops on her face.Isaacs thought she was starting to complain to him, but the little maid wiped away her tears and tried to put on a calm expression.

Isaacs was a little surprised, and then he understood that Teresa had grown up and was no longer that crying girl. She should be about the same age as Alsace, but obviously the hardships of life made her more mature , she has become more and more suitable for the beautiful, kind and tough female image in the future.

"Thanks to the Holy Light for your safe return, Your Highness, is she a newly recruited maid?" Teresa asked, looking at Onyxia who followed.

"Well." Isaacs replied with some embarrassment.

The little maid nodded, confirming it, but she didn't seem to have any intention of condemning Onyxia's impolite behavior. "Your Highness, your slave Thrall has been sent to the shelter." She said suddenly.

Isaacs frowned. Thrall could be said to be a very important link in his plan, directly related to the fate of the orcs. "What's going on?" he asked briefly.

"After the news of your disappearance came back, Thrall was expelled for disturbing the eldest princess." Teresa narrated calmly, without any emotional color, and did not deliberately emphasize anything.

Isaacs frowned even deeper, Callia?Thinking of the abnormal words and deeds of the eldest princess before, the young prince felt a little strange.

"Which shelter was Sal sent to?"

Teresa shook her head, "I don't know."

Isaacs took a deep breath. This was an unexpected change. He originally wanted to go to the church to meet Paltrace, but everything had to be postponed at this time. He had to find the orc boy as soon as possible.

He stood up and walked out quickly, but stopped after a few steps, turned and looked at Onyxia, "You'd better follow your master, maid Oni." He deliberately emphasized The last title.

Since there is no time to completely restrain her for the time being, it is safest to keep her with you.

Isaacs clearly felt Onyxia's fists clenched, but the Black Dragon Princess still kept a sweet smile, "Of course, Master."

……

The intersection of Tresfal Glade and Hillsbrad, in an orc camp.

The young Thrall raised his head, looked at the gray sky, and his thoughts went back to two months ago...

After being forcibly stunned by the royal guards that day, Thrall completely lost consciousness. When he woke up again, he found himself in a closed carriage covered with straw, and was then taken to this simple camp .

Naturally, the treatment in the prisoner-of-war camp could not be very good, not to mention the huge hatred between the two races, so it is said to be an orc shelter, but in fact it is no different from a pigsty.

But at that time Sal didn't care about these things. On the contrary, he was a little excited. This was the first time he saw so many people, and the first time he saw so many tall, green-skinned compatriots. The bottom of my heart spontaneously arises.

He enthusiastically tried to communicate with them, but he was alienated by them instead. After consecutive failures, Thrall understood the reason: because he was raised by humans, he couldn't speak a single word of orc language.And in those years, the private teachers that Isaacs arranged for him were all human beings, so it was naturally impossible for him to understand the orc language.

Thrall, who was isolated, could only find a hidden corner to stay alone, silently observing these same people, and then found a problem that puzzled him. These orcs behaved like the weakest sheep, willing to live here Such a messy environment, enduring simple and poor food, even if dozens of them faced a human guard who was not as tall as any of them, they did not dare to have any resistance.

This shock to Thrall's heart was huge, and Isaacs did not make a request to reshape little Thrall's view of history, so the tutors taught Thrall as a normal noble student, and in the history lessons they told him , Those green-skinned people with the same skin color as him formed a thriving tribe that swept across the entire southern continent. Although they lost to the alliance led by heroes like Lothar and Isaacs in the end, they still left all human beings An indelible impression of terror.

Although it is true that I am dissatisfied with the atrocities of the tribe in the teachers' narration, especially after learning that countless innocent and kind people like Teresa died under the iron hoof of the tribe, this dissatisfaction became stronger, but Sa Er is still faintly proud of the mighty combat power of the orcs, because this proves that the orcs are also a great race.

But now, this faint pride is ruthlessly shattered by reality.

It was time to distribute the food. The camp chief seemed to have heard about this little orc from the palace of Lordaeron, and out of prudence, he decided to give him some preferential treatment. So little Thrall got a large half-baked roasted deer that was still oozing blood. Meat.

The moment he accepted the meat with a confused face, Thrall became the absolute focus. The orcs looked at him with strange eyes, wondering why this little guy received such preferential treatment.

Thrall held the meat and returned to his seat in some panic, but he didn't eat it. Instead, he looked at the food of other orcs, and then found that they were all eating a white sticky paste.He suddenly became a little confused, and felt that the flesh in his hand was a little hot.

The guard who shared the food left, and several little orcs who were a head shorter than Thrall ran over. They stared at the roast venison in Thrall's hands, without hiding the desire in their eyes.

Thrall hesitated for a moment, and sent the barbecue to them. He didn't mind sharing...

The little orc in the head grunted excitedly. He grabbed the barbecue and kicked Sal on the lower abdomen. Unprepared, Salton subconsciously bent over to relieve his strength. In the eyes of the orc, it was the signal that this trick was successful. He yelled something that Thrall couldn't understand, and then all the little orcs rushed towards Thrall, and quickly overwhelmed him.

After being punched several times in a row, Thrall finally couldn't bear it anymore. With a loud roar, he broke free from the shackles of these little orcs. The uninterrupted combat training over the past few years has played a great role. Almost, these malnourished little orcs were no match for him, and they were quickly beaten one by one.When Thrall looked coldly at the little orc who snatched his barbecue first, the other party yelled in horror, threw the piece of meat that hadn't been bitten in his hand directly at Thrall's feet, and then fled in panic.

Other little orcs also struggled to get up, away from this evil star, and other orcs in the distance also withdrew their coveting gazes. Thrall has proved that he has the ability to protect his own food. Although he is only about ten years old, his actual combat effectiveness Already not lost to a strong adult orc.

Thrall picked up the piece of barbecue that had completely cooled and hardened, and gently blew off the dust on it.He hadn't eaten this kind of inferior food since he was bought by the Lordaeron prince, but his empty stomach clearly told him that he needed to replenish energy.

But Thrall still didn't move his mouth. He looked around and saw an old orc with gray hair lying on his side. He was tall and tall, but he was already skinny and looked extremely weak.

The old orc's eyes were dull, his clothes were torn, and the white liquid food in front of him showed no signs of being touched.

Thrall hesitated for a moment, stepped forward, tore his piece of roasted venison in half, and put it into the old orc's bowl.

The old orc's dim eyes suddenly had a gleam of light. He sat up and said something in orc language to Thrall.

Is this a way of saying thanks?Thrall was at a loss, he couldn't understand at all.

The old orc spoke again, but this time he spoke in a language Thrall knew well, "You can't understand orc language?" His lingua franca was a bit awkward, but there was no problem expressing the meaning at all.

Thrall nodded rather ashamedly.

"This is strange. Could it be that you were raised by humans? What's your name?" The old orc asked with a frown.

"Thal, my name is Thrall. I don't know who my parents are. The human who picked me up said that I was drifting down the river in a basket..." Thrall explained.

The old orc snorted, "Hmph, Thrall, the name of a slave, you should have a better name." He tried to stand up, and Thrall discovered that the old orc had a huge wound on his abdomen, and the wound had already Suppurate, it looks terrible.

"I am Moretal from the Thunder King Clan, a shaman, one of the few orcs who still believe in ancestors and elements." The old orc said with difficulty, "Thank you for your gift." ,child."

Thrall stared blankly at the wound on his waist and abdomen.Shaman?According to the knowledge taught by those human teachers, isn't shaman one of the few extraordinary professions that can master healing abilities?Why can't he even deal with his own injuries?
As if seeing Thrall's doubts, Moretal smiled wryly, "This wound was left to me by a living dead man, the so-called death knight. I had a dispute with him, and then he gave me such a wound. All of a sudden, I was unable to fight during the entire war, I could only hide in the rear, and I couldn’t recover, and my life was constantly being lost.”

He then laughed at himself, "But because of this, humans won't kill me like other orc spellcasters. After all, who wants to spend unnecessary effort to kill a seriously injured invalid? So Here I am, lingering in a most disgraceful manner, watching my fellow-creatures turn to livestock while I die in solitude."

(End of this chapter)