Menethil's Power

Chapter 271 Love and Freedom

King City of Lordaeron, Old Town, Fight Club.

The iron door was slammed shut, and the small room was plunged into darkness, with only faint moonlight shining through the small window.Several guards were making vulgar jokes with each other as usual. After their voices faded away, Thrall who was lying on the bed suddenly sat up.The strong body directly blocked the moonlight completely.

Although I don't know the exact age, Thrall will definitely not be over 17 years old now, but he already has the physique that an adult orc should have, and can easily knock down two strong humans. Thrall didn't know that this was him The talent is because the orc already has such a growth rate, but there is no doubt that he should be considered an adult warrior by now.

The young Thrall stared at the iron door in front of him. Before going to bed, he used to think about the meaning of his existence or recall the knowledge that the teachers taught that day, but at this time he had no distracting thoughts, only the iron door in his eyes.

He was about to escape.

Today is the closed day of the fight club, so there are no spectators and there are not many guards. At the same time, he has not fought any battles today, and he is still full of energy at the moment.Lordaeron seems to have encountered some trouble, a large number of soldiers were dispatched, and his titular master also left the royal city a few days ago.

Of course, Teresa told him about the situation in Lordaeron.

The escape plan was not a whim. In fact, after he was inexplicably sent to an asylum four years ago and was inexplicably brought here to become a gladiator, he already had the idea of ​​returning to his compatriots.

Over the years, Thrall has been receiving training and participating in gladiatorial battles. At the same time, he has to learn human knowledge, including history, military affairs, and politics. During this period, he also met many humans, but almost everyone except Teresa has an attitude towards orcs. All fear and contempt, the war eight years ago was called an evil invasion, and the orcs were all considered cruel executioners.

Only those human teachers held a neutral attitude in their history classes. They told Thrall that humans and orcs are not very different in essence. The second war is actually a battle for survival, but the orcs are not moral invaders. , and in the end humans won.

This made Sal more determined to find his compatriots, and at the same time, it was also to find his life experience. He still vaguely remembers his parents, but it is only a vague impression, and the only thing left by his parents is a The swaddling cloth that had been hidden by him all the time.

When he was in the shelter, the respectable old shaman said that the swaddling cloth was the fabric of the Frostwolf clan. Over the years, Thrall has figured out one thing through various channels of obtaining information, that is, the Frostwolf clan still exists , There are still traces of them on the snow-capped mountains in the south.

And Teresa agrees with Thrall's search for compatriots and relatives. Sal still remembers Teresa's eyes when they met in the secret barn for the last time.

"I have prepared something for you." Teresa said in a very relaxed tone at the time, as if she was preparing a bag for a younger brother who was about to go out, "This is a pack of dried meat for you to eat on the way, I'm sorry I can't get weapons, but here is a map of the royal city, which should be able to help you."

This map of the royal city surprised Thrall, because the map is not only extremely detailed, but even the path of the dungeon is clearly marked, "Where did this come from?" He couldn't help asking.

"I... I took it from His Highness's desk, so he probably wouldn't notice it." Teresa stuck out her tongue and said with a guilty conscience.But she soon showed a smile, "I also prepared a gift for you, take a look!"

Gift a leather belt, and it's a longer version for Thrall's figure.

"I asked the court tailor to make it for me. Wearing it can make you run faster! Come, let me tie it for you!" After saying that, he bent down.

Sal was at a loss, but he felt warm in his heart. Among all kinds of people he met in his life, only Teresa cared for him selflessly and without expecting anything in return.This belt is only the lowest level of magical equipment, but its value is still equivalent to the two-year salary of an ordinary maid. For a while, Thrall made a decision, unless he came to the end of his life, he would never Replace this simple but meaningful equipment.

Neither Teresa nor Thrall noticed anything special about this belt, nor could they have imagined that all of this had actually been written in someone's script long ago.

When the parting was approaching, Teresa looked at Sal sadly with her big talking eyes, "If you find your compatriots, can you not hurt those innocent people in the future?"

As she grew older, Teresa also gradually understood the pain that orcs brought to humans, but her feelings for Thrall remained unchanged.

"I promise that I will never, and I will try my best to persuade my compatriots." Thrall said solemnly.

At the end of the memory, the young orc took out the jerky that Teresa gave from under the bed and began to eat. When there is no gladiatorial match, the slave owner usually does not give the gladiators enough food to prevent them from getting full and making trouble, so he must add physical strength.

The iron gate is strong enough to block the attacks of any non-heroic fighters, but Thrall will not stop because of this, his fists began to sparkle with lightning, those human teachers taught him the way of forbearance, and Thrall learned Very well, he never revealed the power of the elements he learned from the old shaman Moretar, and now this hole card is finally coming into play.

The young orc roared and punched!

With a loud noise, the iron gate flew out, "What are you doing?" The slightly drunk guard on duty was awakened immediately, and he yelled loudly, but before he could speak, Sal rushed up and twisted his head off, and then The orc tore off the chain of keys from his waist, and at the same time picked up his own warhammer on the weapon rack. This is the weapon he has been using since he received training. Although it looks rustic gray and black, it has always been Very handy and easy to use.

Isaacs did not tell Thrall the meaning of the name of the warhammer and who its original owner was, so Thrall always thought it was just an ordinary weapon.

Thrall's actions also awakened other sleeping gladiators. There are three types of gladiators in Fight Club, namely boxers who earn bounties freely, slaves who are asked to punch by slave owners, and criminals sent from prison. Undoubtedly, those who will be imprisoned here are outright thugs, violent madmen who fear that the world will not be chaotic.They were excited and yelling wildly.

"Good job, orc boy!"

"Open the door for me, you bloody slave!"

"Death to the orc!"

"for freedom!"

All kinds of voices were mixed together, but Thrall remained calm. He didn't run away immediately, because he knew that the movement here would inevitably attract a large number of guards, so he needed these thugs to help him distract the pursuers. She Suddenly raised the key chain in his hand, "Guys, we are free!"

He yelled, and released these beasts one by one, and almost at the same time, a large number of guards rushed over. The rioting gladiators showed no signs of shrinking, and showed the true colors of desperadoes to the fullest. Immediately after the weapons, they fought with the guards in a ping-pong-pong manner, and there was chaos for a while.

And Thrall wanted this result. Only in the chaos would no one notice the green-skinned him. He took advantage of the chaos to withdraw, sneaked away, and walked towards the southeast of the old city. His goal was a well. According to the map, he can directly enter the underground part of the king's city through the well, and then he can escape from the sky.

But before taking two steps, Thrall turned his head vigilantly, and he found that there were three people following him not far away, these were three gladiators, "What are you trying to do?" Thrall immediately became alert.

"Don't be too nervous, we have no hostility." The lean gladiator in the middle stretched out his hands and said, "Let me introduce myself, I'm 'Rattlesnake' Bill, this is 'Bull' Bob, and this is' Tarantula 'Field." He gestured to his companions, "I know you, Orc Thrall, you seem to know how to get out, and the three of us want to live, it's as simple as that."

There were three more dog skin plasters suddenly, which really made Thrall feel uncomfortable, but it was obviously not the time to do it now, "Please do it." He said coldly.

There are no permanent guards in the old city, and it takes time for soldiers from other places to come over, so Thrall is absolutely safe at this point in time, and this is exactly what he planned in advance.He arrived at the well very quickly, and jumped into it without hesitation. The three gladiators who had been following him looked at each other for a while, and jumped into the well one by one.

The well was very deep, and Thrall went 20 meters downstream before seeing a horizontal channel. After passing through, he paid the water surface in a river, and his vision was dim. Obviously, he had already dripped in the Wangcheng.

Theoretically, he could escape safely by drifting along this underground river, but according to the markings on the map, this would allow Thrall to reach the western coastline of Lordaeron, which is clearly the opposite of his goal of Alterac, So the young orc stepped aside quickly, and to his surprise the three "beast" gladiators still followed him.But Thrall is no longer in the mood to care about them, and these three people should leave voluntarily when they escape.

The environment of the dungeon is not so good, there are rats, worms and even unknown skeletons all over the place. Due to the dim light and limited vision, Thrall can only rely on his senses to make vague judgments. After gradually becoming rough, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, because it meant that he was not going in the wrong direction.

He should be in a cave now, walking up the slope, and after turning a corner, he finally saw the night sky, the moonlight was shining, and the stars were dazzling.

At last... free...

Thrall was about to roar out happily, but he rationally restrained his impulse, because it was tantamount to asking for his own death, but there was still a high-pitched scream piercing the silence of the night.

Only then did Thrall realize that there were other people.

This seems to be an aristocratic family, because they did not enter the city in time for dusk, so they could only sleep outside the city. They obviously never expected to encounter danger at the foot of the royal city, so they all looked at Sal in horror, and the mistress tightly Hugging her own child, the little girl let out a high-pitched scream.

(End of this chapter)