My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Taresa's screams and several human curses echoed in his ears, but Thrall could no longer hear these sounds.He felt a little black in front of his eyes, and he could no longer lift his thick and powerful arms.He turned his face vigorously to see if those who attacked him had hurt Blackmore.

Suddenly, Thrall’s pupils shrank violently. He did not know where the strength came from. He actually propped up his upper body and shouted angrily: "Master Blackmoore, why!"-Behind Thrall, he was paralyzed. Blackmoore, who fell to the ground, did not know when, but stood up from the ground.He held a sharp dagger in his hand, with bright red plasma on it-that was Thrall's blood.

Chapter 150 Love is Colder Than Death

Blackmoore gave Thrall a vicious look, and while crushing Thrall’s face with the soles of his boots, he made a sharp voice: "Why? You damned humble green-skinned monster, dare to show your weapon to His Royal Highness. ??” Stepping hard on Thrall’s head, Blackmore waved his hands and shouted to Arthas: "His Royal Highness, the villain has killed this orc! The villain has always been loyal to him. King Terenas!"

"Thrall! No..." Taresa collapsed on the ground, covering her face with her hands and crying.Although Vereesa had some doubts about the relationship between this maid and the orc, she still let go of Taresa's hand and held the longbow around her waist. The arrow of magic was aimed at Blackmoore, who was calling out like a madman-this guy didn't know where he hid a dagger, and now he is crazy, so don't let him hurt the little/color/ghost.

Prince Galin put away his two-handed sword with some dissatisfaction, inserted it back into the scabbard, looked at the mad Blackmoore, and spit on the ground, as if he was despising his sneak attack from behind.Blackmoore didn't think he was disgusted. Seeing Vereesa pointed at him with a bow and arrow, he quickly discarded the bloody dagger in his hand, bowed humbly and flatteringly, and repeated what he said just now: "The villain is always loyal to Terenas. The king!"

Arthas came back to his senses, and he finally remembered where he had seen Thrall — not as an orc chief, not as a rival, but as a gladiator.In the original time flow, when he came to Dunhold Castle, he watched Thrall's gladiatorial fight.

At that time, the orc struggled to defeat a black bear in the arena, and even defeated three human gladiators one-on-three, staged a thrilling and exciting fight for Arthas, and was quickly shut back to the basement.Arthas then forgot about him, only to hear that he had escaped from the arena... So he became the leader of the orcs?

But... the leader now has less air intake and more air vent.Thrall lay on the ground, feeling a cold touch, spreading from the ends of his limbs to his heart and brain.The warm feeling passed from Thrall's body, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

But Thrall kept his eyes wide open, looking at his own master who squatted and flattered the human aristocracy.Although every time Blackmoore whipped himself, he never needed a reason; even though, as Taresa said, he didn't even feed himself or let himself be treated, just because he was worried about being seen by others.

But for this man who raised himself, Thrall has always had very contradictory and complicated feelings in his heart-fear, worship, hatred, contempt, dependence... Thrall didn’t understand why he would always treat himself badly. Blackmoore, have some extravagant hopes.

Blackmoore sometimes smiles to himself-Thrall in front of death does not know why he thinks this.He even vaguely recalled that when he was younger, Blackmoore even hugged himself and fed himself rice porridge. In any case, he was at least willing to teach himself to speak and to make himself literate-Thrall thought. He doesn't understand why he always thinks about what Blackmoore is good to him-that is the person who just attacked behind his back and made himself on the verge of death!

Oh, yes, I'm going to die—Thal thought sadly.Doesn't he know why he is sad, and death is the state where his soul is swallowed by darkness and loses consciousness forever?Thrall had never died, but he thought he would know this feeling soon.

Thrall was suddenly sad-dead, can't he eat the pies that Taresa secretly brought him?This human woman who was a little older than herself...or a girl, damn it, she didn't know her exact age.I ate her/mother/mother/'s/milk when I was young, Thrall still remembered this.

Taresa seems to have a younger brother, right?So she treats herself exceptionally well, perhaps because she considers herself her younger brother... how is this possible, can't she see her green skin, terrible fangs, and comical figure out of proportion?But Taresa is really good to herself... She is the only human who has never called herself a "green monster".

Oh, yes, yes, the green-skinned monster-Thrall murmured in his heart.Without much effort, he accepted the fact that he was different from the other humans around him-Blackmoore once said that he likes to whipping himself the most, because under the same abuse, other servants and farmers may have died. I just shed some blood.

Blackmore... Thrall suddenly felt that whatever he had hugged himself, fed himself and drank rice porridge, it might be his own fantasy.Day after day illusions were deeply imprinted in my consciousness and turned into false memories—how the man, the man who is jumping up and down in front of him, showing off his achievements in killing himself, would do it to himself Such a gentle thing?

Oh...death-Thrall has already felt it, the darkness has engulfed his heart, his eyelids drooped, covering the already dull eyes; there is warm liquid flowing from his mouth, flowing in The neck, flowing on the chest, gradually became cold-he knew that it was his own blood, the blood that was leaked from the internal organs pierced by Blackmore from behind him.

Taresa... Thrall could still hear the sad girl crying, although he was not sure if it was an illusion.Is she crying for me?For the orc Thrall?Or for her brother Thrall?Thrall hopes to be the former, but he understands that this is an unrealistic wish.

I heard the clang of the handguards hitting the plate armor skirt, and the bleak cries of Blackmore.Are they going to kill him?——Thar thinks so.No, no, he won't even be judged.He is the nobleman of mankind.No one will know, even if they know it, they will not remember. Today, there is an orc who died on this cold land in order to protect humans.

How will those humans treat my body?Thrall thought, bury me or burn me; will he even cut me into pieces and cook them in a pot to eat?A touch of darkness finally swallowed Thrall’s consciousness. Before the endless cold came, the young orc slowly exhaled his last breath-goodbye, Taresa... sister; goodbye, Blackmore, mine Master, but how I wish you were my... father.

As soon as Arthas came to his senses, he saw the future orc leader lying on the ground, bleeding from his mouth, seeing that he was not alive, Blackmore was yelling there.Arthas waved his hand impatiently, and ordered the soldiers in Stromgarde: "Grab him and tie him to a stake."

Of course, the soldiers of Stromgarde were not so easily commanded by Arthas. They looked at their prince, Garin Trollbane.Prince Garlin nodded and said, "Do as Prince Alsace ordered." Just as his soldiers swarmed up, took out the ropes they didn't know where they found, and trapped Blackmore in them and tied them up. When the spear was nailed to the stake formed on the ground, Prince Garin added: "Got his mouth too!"

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty One

It is no longer within Alsace's consideration where the soldiers of Stromgarde will find the rags to go to Sebrekmore's mouth.The little prince walked quickly to the corpse of Thrall lying on the ground and silently watched the pool of blood spreading on the ground. There was only one thought in his mind-this is a big deal.

Mograine followed closely behind Arthas, squatted down, took off his iron handguards, poke his fingers on Thrall's neck, turned his head, and shook his head at Arthas.At this moment, Taresa, who had been weeping in front of the main building, stood up staggeringly, and crawled to Thrall's side, and once again sat down on the ground, crying loudly.

Arthas was silent, he didn't know how to deal with this situation.If there is no accident, this orc who died on the ground will become the leader of the orcs in the future. He will participate in the battle against Archimonde in Mount Hyjal, and he will send troops to defeat the Lich King in Northrend.

Although Arthas planned to change things and avoid the tragedy in the original time stream, he really did not expect that the biggest change would appear in this way. The future leader of the orcs would die on his own. before., Now, Arthas could confirm that this orc was indeed very similar to the orc he had seen next to Jaina in the distant glimpse of Mount Hyjal.

So what should I do?Alsace didn't know the answer-did you just let things develop on the unknown road?Arthas wanted to make a change very much, but he didn't want to use the meaningless death of anyone as a way-be it a human or an orc.

But now he can't do anything. Since Mograine has made such a judgment, it means that the orc is dead. Even with the treatment of the Holy Light, there is no way to pull him back from the dead.Do you want to resurrect Drake as a death knight like Drake?

Arthas shook his head-he had no friendship with Thrall, but a bit at odds. Besides, Thrall, who was resurrected as a death knight, could still serve as the leader of the orcs?Arthas knew that after the failure of the orcs, although his father spared their lives and merely imprisoned them, they eventually rebelled and caused great losses to the people of Lordaeron.This time, Arthas decided to solve all the problems at once and put to death all the green-skinned monsters who came to Azeroth and committed unforgivable crimes. In this case, it seems that Thrall has no meaning for existence.

[[Thar: "My dignified guardian of the earth, the strongest among mortals, the greatest three-fixed plate-armor shaman in history has been destroyed like this? I...I will definitely come back!]]

With a sigh, Arthas made his own decision. Anyway, this orc was also killed by Blackmore, so he didn't need to feel any guilt.But... Arthas looked at Taresa who was crying. He was more curious, what was the situation... between this maid and this orc?

Arthas came to Taresa, reached out his hand to support her shoulder, just about to say something, a middle-aged man in coarse cloth rushed out beside him, wanted to get close to Alsace and Taresa, but was caught Even though Mograine stood in front, he grabbed his neck like a chicken.

The middle-aged man shivered in Mograine's hand, but stubbornly didn't say a word, but tried to stretch out his hand, trying to keep Arthas away from Taresa.When Arthas was surprised, in the crowd on one side, another middle-aged woman wearing the same maid's clothes as Taresa ran over.

The middle-aged woman plopped and knelt in front of Mograine, crying loudly: "Master noble, please let my husband go! He is just worried that his daughter will be harmed." The greaves on Mograine's leg.Mograine didn't intend to listen to what the old maid said, but just turned his inquiring eyes to Arthas.

Taresa finally stopped crying, widened her eyes, looked at the middle-aged couple, what she wanted to say, and suddenly flattened her mouth again, crying: "Dad, mom, Salta...uuuuu..." Hearing what Taresa said, Arthas was taken aback for a moment, and he withdrew his hand on Taresa's shoulder in a whisper, and at the same time motioned to Mograine to let go of Taresa's father, who turned out to be the girl's father. , Mistakenly thought he was doing something that nobles and young masters used to do-Arthas felt that he had died unjustly.

Taresa was still sitting slumped on the ground and weeping. As soon as Mograine let go of her father, the middle-aged man rushed to his daughter and held her in his arms. The same is true for the middle-aged maid. The three huddled together.However, Alsace discovered that when Taresa's parents saw Thrall’s body, they were neither surprised nor feeling joy or fear. Instead, there was a sense of relief, which made Alsace very interested— —It seems that these two people, as well as Taresa, are not the first time they have seen this orc.

After a light cough, Arthas said, "I am Prince Arthas of Lordaeron. This gentleman, I have something to ask you." King Terenas's kindness brought Alsace. Great benefits have come, and the people of Lordaeron's love for the Menethil family is one of them.

Sure enough, after speaking out his identity, Taresa's father was stunned for a short while, and soon put away his hostility, and fell on the ground with a little panic, and said with a trembling voice: "Respect... His Royal Highness Prince Sath, I... The villain is not a husband, but a servant of Master Blackmore. The villain is Tamis, and this woman is the villain's wife Laurence, and the villain's daughter Taresa. "

Tamis didn’t know what he should say. When he saw Thrall holding weapons against the fierce soldiers, even though Tamis was also the servant of Master Blackmoore, he really didn’t have the courage to fight for his master, so he could only hug him. His wife Laurence hid behind the crowd, while worrying about his daughter Taresa.

Until he saw Taresa out of the main building and kept crying there, Tamis felt a little relieved-tears are better than bleeding, at least his daughter is safe.But suddenly, Master Blackmoore killed Thrall, and his daughter was moved by a little boy.

Although seeing the little boy wearing very good clothes, he must be a nobleman with such a strong guard beside him, Tamis forgot his fear and rushed to protect his daughter, Terena of Lordaeron. Under the rule of Kings, a lord who often whipped his servants like Master Blackmoore was already too much; but Tamis knew that in the Kingdom of Stromgarde on the border, many lord lords would force the peasant households His daughter abducted.After those girls were ruined, they were kind enough to let them go. Some girls were simply killed or sold to other lord masters.

Chapter 152 The Taresa Family

Tamis didn’t know the identity of this little boy, but he knew that this group of soldiers had come from the Kingdom of Stormgard on the border. He didn’t want his daughter to be taken away to that place and be brutalized. The lord of humiliation, at least...at least after stepping on Tamis' own body.

But now, Tamis regrets it very much - my God, this little boy turned out to be Prince Arthas of Lordaeron!With the Holy Light, how dare I mistake His Royal Highness for the lord of the kingdom of Stormgard, who is inferior to the beasts!Although Tamis knew that the prince must be as kind as his father and would not be embarrassing for a servant, Tamis himself was very sorry.

After hearing Alsace's identity, Lawrence was so scared that she almost lay on the ground, and she couldn't help but complained about her husband. Without knowing the facts, she ran into His Royal Highness without authorization.But Lawrence still had a lot of things in her mind-what is going on with His Royal Highness and Taresa?

The holy light is on, if the prince can see Taresa and let her go to the palace to be a maid, this poor child can stay away from this savage place-as someone who came by, Lawrence knows, Blackmore The owner looked at his daughter's gaze, more and more like a hungry wolf. Although she vowed to protect Taresa's safety, Lawrence knew that she had no power to change anything.

While listening to her husband introducing herself and her daughter, Lawrence couldn't help cursing Tamis' incompetence in her heart-why not introduce her daughter more?Taresa is so beautiful, she should not accept the fate of being forced to be a sex/slave of Blackmore’s master, or marrying a vulgar groom, she should belong to the upper class, even the noble ladies of Lordaeron, Few people don't envy Taresa's brilliant blonde hair and bulging breasts.If Taresa can attract His Royal Highness—even though his Royal Highness is still a little younger—to become his lover, then she will let Lawrence die now, and she will be willing.

Arthas listened to Tamis introducing his family in fear, smiled, and said with relief: "Well, Tamis, I remember your name. Just now, I chatted with Taresa upstairs. Our conversation was very pleasant. Although you may have misunderstood my behavior, I can understand. Look up, Tamis, you are a very competent and brave father, and Lawrence... Madam, yes. Don’t be so formal."

Tamis raised his head and smiled blankly at Arthas, then realized that he was a bit silly, and quickly retracted the muscles on his face to make himself look more serious.But this didn’t satisfy him. Tamis felt that since Prince Arthas praised him, he couldn’t say nothing. So he racked his brains and wanted to say some words of thanks, but felt that his words were so lacking. , There is no way to express his respect to His Royal Highness Prince Arthas.

In the end, Tamis thought of a word he heard from his friend-a nearby barracks post officer-and couldn't help but shout out: "For the glory of King Terenas!" At this moment , Tamis felt like a warrior who was about to go to the battlefield to fight for King Terenas...and Prince Arthas.

Both Vereesa and Frostmourne were amused by Tamis' nondescript declaration, and even Mograine and Arthas couldn't help but laugh.Lawrence raised her head with Alsace's permission, and looked at the young (younger, right aunt) prince, feeling how decent His Royal Highness Prince Alsace spoke and how handsome his appearance was. At that time, I heard her husband’s ridiculous cry, which made her feel very embarrassed, especially the silver bell-like laughter of the two beautiful noble ladies, which made Lawrence feel particularly harsh. She made up her mind and must go back. Teach yourself this impolite husband.

Arthas smiled, and finally asked his own question: "Tamis, this... this orc who died on the ground, do you know him?" Tamis was impassioned just now, and after hearing what Arthas said, he quickly helped On the ground, he said fearfully: "His Royal Highness Prince Arthas, this... this orc has nothing to do with our family at all!"

Arthas frowned-he didn't get the answer he wanted.Taresa was a little unhappy, touched her eyes, and said dissatisfiedly: "Dad, how can you say that? When I was young, didn't my mother take care of Thrall?"

Tamis was so angry that he wanted to slap his own daughter who didn't know what to do. Didn't you know that human beings are now fighting a green-skinned monster like Thrall?At this time, you should quickly clean up your relationship with Thrall, how can you still rely on yourself?In case Prince Alsace gets angry, how many heads do you have enough for the gallows?

Seeing her husband going crazy and wanting to beat her daughter, Lawrence hurriedly blocked in front of Taresa and yelled at her husband: "Damn, you dare to move my daughter, the old lady wants you to look good!" "Of course, it's not that Tamis has never beaten Taresa at home, and Lawrence himself has also beaten it, but now it is in front of the Prince Alsace. Lawrence is also counting on her daughter to be able to follow the prince. If you leave together, you can't let your incompetent husband do something to your daughter. What if the swollen face is swollen and His Royal Highness looks down on him?

Arthas stroked his forehead helplessly. What kind of drama is this family playing in front of him?"Enough, stop!" Arthas took out his majesty as a prince. As expected, the three little servants were so frightened that they didn't dare to make any more noise, even Taresa flattened her mouth and bit her lip. For fear that his cry annoyed the little prince who suddenly became very scary.

Arthas nodded in satisfaction and pointed to Taresa and said, "Taresha, for you, what does this orc have to do with your family?" Taresa nodded in fear and said, "Yes. ...His Royal Highness Prince Alsace. Thrall was picked up from the woods by Master Blackmore, and he has been raised in my house since he was a child..."

After listening to Taresa’s words, Arthas realized that Thrall was not a messenger sent by an orc to contact Blackmore. He had nothing to do with his group of green-skinned people, but A complete orc who grew up in human society.