Chapter 4 third chapter

A routine was established that Thrall would follow for many years to come.He ate at dawn, and his hands and feet were shackled so that he could shuffle into the courtyard of Dunholde Castle, where he trained.At first, Blackmore took care of the training himself, demonstrating the most basic techniques and often praising him effusively.Despite Blackmoore's temper at times, Thrall could do nothing to please him.At such times, the noble's speech became a little vague, his movements were casual, and he would scold the orc for reasons Thrall couldn't think of.Thrall began to simply accept the fact that he was worthless.If Blackmoore scolded him, it was because he deserved it; any praise was only a favor from his master.

A few months later, another person arrived, and Thrall didn't see Blackmoore very often.This man, whom Thrall only knew as Officer, was a burly man by human standards.He was over six feet tall, with a broad bucket chest covered in curly red hair.His hair was bright red and disheveled, matching his beard.He wore a black scarf tied in a knot at his throat and a large earring in one ear.On the first day, he came to address Thrall and the other warriors who would train with him, eyeing each one sternly and shouting a challenge. "See this?" He pointed with a thick forefinger at the glowing ring on his left ear.

"I haven't taken it off in thirteen years. I've trained thousands of new recruits like you little brats. I issue the same challenge to every team: Take this earring off my ear Rip it off, and I'll allow you to beat me into a puddle." He smiled, showing his crumbling teeth. "Maybe you don't feel like doing this now, but by the time I'm done training you, you'll be willing to buy your old mother for a chance to attack me. But if I'm so slow that I can't stop you motherfuckers an attack by them, then I deserve to have my ears ripped out and forced to swallow my remaining teeth."

He had been walking slowly along the line, and now stopped suddenly in front of Thrall. "Doubling down on you, you overgrown goblin," growled the officer. Sal lowered his head, a little puzzled.He was taught to never raise a fist against a human being.But now it looked like he had to fight them.It was impossible for him to try to rip the officer's earring off his lobe. A big hand slid to Thrall's chin and lifted it up sharply. "You have to look at me when I talk to you, understand?" Thrall nodded, hopelessly bewildered now.Blackmoore wouldn't let him look him in the eye.The man asked him to do so.What should he do?

The officer divided them into two teams, an odd number, and Thrall stood alone. The officer walked straight up to Thrall and threw him a sword.Thrall instinctively caught it.The officer grunted with satisfaction. "Eye and hand coordination," he said.Like the others, he carried a shield and wore heavy, padded body and head armor.Thrall didn't.His skin is so thick that blows are barely felt, and he grows so fast that any piece of armor that fits him will quickly become too small. "Then, let's see how you defend yourself!" Without further warning, the officer charged Thrall.

In a very short time, Thrall dodged the attack.Then, something seemed to snap into place inside him.He no longer moves out of fear and confusion, but out of confidence.He straightened up, realizing that he had grown so fast that he was already taller than his opponent.He raised his left hand against the wooden sword he knew would one day hold a shield heavier than a man, and swung his practice weapon down to slash.If the officer hadn't reacted with blinding speed, Thrall's sword would have smashed into his helm.Even with that protection, Thrall knew the force of the blow would likely kill the officer.

But the officer was quick, his shield parrying Thrall's killing blow.Thrall snorted in surprise, and the officer struck Thrall solidly in the middle of his defenseless body.He staggered, momentarily losing his balance. The officer seized the opportunity to press on, launching three consecutive strikes, enough to kill an unarmored man.Thrall stood firm, feeling a strange, frenzied emotion seeping through his body.Suddenly, only this figure in front of him remained in his world.All his frustration and despair are gone, replaced by a deadly focus: killing the officer. He bellowed, frightened even himself by the power of the sound, and charged.He raised his weapon to attack, raised his weapon to attack, and rained down on the tall human being.The officer tried to back away, but his boot caught on a rock and he fell backwards.Thrall yelled again, a feverish desire to smash the officer's head into a rotten grape like a white-hot wave.The officer did his best to hold his sword in front of him, blocking most of the attacks, but now Thrall's powerful legs seemed to be nailed to the ground.He dropped his sword and held out his great hand.As if he could squeeze Blackmoore's neck tightly with both hands...

Thrall seemed to freeze, horrified at what had just flashed before his eyes, his fingers inches from the officer's throat.The officer wore a throat guard, no doubt, but Thrall's fingers were formidable.If he can lock it with all his strength... In an instant, several people jumped on him, yelled at him, and dragged him off the combat instructor.Now it was Thrall who was in trouble, and he raised his strong arms to fend off blows from several wooden swords.He heard a strange sound, clanging, and saw something metallic blocking the bright sunlight. "Stop!" the officer yelled, his voice loud and menacing, as if he hadn't been just a few feet away from death. "You stop, or I'll chop off your damned arm. Put away your sword now, Maridan!"

Thrall heard a crisp sound, and then two strong hands grabbed him and pulled him up.He looked at the officer. Much to his surprise, the officer laughed and slapped the orc on the shoulder with one hand. "Great job, man. That's the closest I've ever had my earrings come off - just in the first bout. You're a natural fighter, but you forget your goal, don't you?" He pointed at the gold small ring. "This is the goal, not my life." Sal struggled. "I'm sorry, officer. I don't know what happened. You attacked, and..." He wasn't about to say the image of Blackmoore.It sucks, he just lost his mind.

"Some enemies, you're going to do like you did just now," the officer said, surprising Thrall. "That's good tactics. But some enemies, like all the humans you meet, you take them down and it's over. That's it. That bloodlust might keep you alive on a real battlefield , but in gladiatorial combat, you need to go further here..." he patted his head "- not here," he patted his stomach. "I want you to read some books on tactics. You can read, can't you?" "A little," Thrall tried. "You need to study the history of war. These little brats know it," he waved at the young soldiers. "That will be to their advantage for a while." He turned to look at them. "But only for a while, guys. This guy has guts and strength, and he's still a kid." People were casting hostile glances at Thrall.Thrall felt a sudden warmth, a happiness he had never felt before.He almost killed the man, but was not scolded.Moreover, he was also told to learn, to improve, to know what to kill, when to show... what?What do they call it?When one forgives an opponent.

"Officer," he asked hesitantly, wondering if he would be punished for asking the question again, "sometimes, you say sometimes you don't kill, why not?" The officer looked at him calmly. "That's called mercy, Thrall," he said quietly. "You'll learn that too." kindness.Holding his breath, Thrall repeatedly chewed under his tongue.That's a sweet word. "You let him do that to you?" Blackmoore squealed, though Tamis was not allowed to intervene in this particular conversation between his master and the man he had hired to train Thrall.Tamis paused in her daily routine of cleaning Blackmoore's boots and listened nervously.He didn't think it was eavesdropping, he thought it was an important way to protect his family property. "That's a good military move," the officer replied absently, sounding totally undefended. "I invented this method, and I will do it to other people." "But Thrall isn't alone, he's an orc! Or haven't you noticed?" "Yes, I noticed," said the officer.Tammis moved a little so that he could peep through the half-open door.The officer didn't look quite out of place in Blackmore's richly furnished drawing room. "And I thought, I shouldn't be asking why you want to train him so well." "you are right." "But you want to train him well," the officer said. "That's exactly what I'm doing." "By making him almost kill you?" "Teach him when to use that bloodlust and when to keep a cool head by praising a nice move!" growled the officer.Tamis' smile was choked.It was obvious that the officer was having a hard time suppressing his anger. "But that's not why I came. I understand you teaching him to read. I want you to let him read some books." Tammis grinned. "What?" cried Blackmoore. Tamis was completely oblivious to the work he was ostensibly doing.He peeped through a crack in the door, brush in one hand and muddy boot in the other, and listened intently.He almost jumped out of his wits when someone tapped him lightly on the shoulder. With his heart pounding, he turned and saw Terasa.She grinned at him playfully, her blue eyes jumping from his father to the door.It was obvious that she knew exactly what he was doing. Tamis was embarrassed, but that feeling was overshadowed by a desire to know what was going to happen next.He raised a finger to his lips, and Terasa nodded intelligently. "Now, why teach an orc to read if you don't want him to?" Blackmoore mumbled something irrelevant. "He has a brain, no matter what you think he is, if you want him to be trained like you told me, you have to let him understand strategy, maps, tactics, siege techniques..." The officer gestured with his fingers calmly. "Okay!" Blackmoore erupted. "Although I can imagine that I will live to the day I regret it..." He strode to the wall of books and quickly jumped through a few. "Tarasha!" he growled. Foxton, young and old, jumped up at the same time.Terasa quickly smoothed her hair, put on a happy expression, and walked into the room. She curtsied. "Yes, sir?" "Here." Blackmoore pushed the book to her.The books filled her arms in a big, obnoxious pile.She watched him from the top of the pile of books, only her eyes showing. "I want you to give these to Thrall's guards, and then to him." "Okay, sir," Terasa replied, as if this was one of those things she was asked to do every day, and not one of the most egregious things Tamis had heard from his Master. "They're . She looks like a submissive little maid from head to toe.Only Tamis and Clenia knew what a clever mind and articulate tongue lay behind that deceptively sweet face.Blackmoore relaxed slightly and patted her cute little head. "Of course. But get them over here right away, okay?" "Sure, sir. Thank you, sir." She looked like she wanted to salute, though with difficulty, and walked away. Tammis closed the door behind her.Terasa turned to him, her large eyes shining. "Oh, Daddy!" she gasped, her voice so soft she couldn't be heard. "I'm going to see him!" Tammis' heart sank.He'd hoped she'd forgotten about this annoying interest in the orc. "No, Terasa. You just gave the books to the guards, that's all." Disappointment was written all over her face, and she turned away sadly. "It's just... since Farahlin died... he's my only little brother." "He's not your brother, he's an orc. A beast, only fit for the arena. Remember." Tamis didn't want to disappoint his daughter in anything, but it was for the child's good.She couldn't be found interested in that orc.Once Blackmoore finds out, only disaster will befall. When the cell door opened, Thrall sounded asleep, exhausted from the day's intense training.He blinked sleepily, then stood up, and a guard walked in with a large package. "The Lieutenant said these are for you. He wants you to read them all and discuss them with him," the guard said.There was a tinge of disdain in his voice, but Thrall didn't think that was fine.The guards always spoke to him with contempt. The door was closed again and locked.Thrall looked at the package.With a grace belied by its bulk, he untied the knot and groped inside.His fingers touched something square, hard, but soft. It couldn't be, he remembered the feeling... Hardly able to imagine, he placed it under the dim light of the cell and looked at it carefully.That, really, is a book.He read the title aloud: "History of the Lordaeron Alliance".He eagerly grabbed the second book, the third.Both are books of military history.He opened a book and something fell out onto the straw-covered floor of the cell.It was a small, folded piece of accessory. Curiously, he calmly opened it with his thick fingers.It was a letter.His lips were moving, but not too loudly. Dear Thrall, I am so glad for you that Master Blackmoore ordered you to read those books.I didn't know he had you learn to read.He also taught me to read, which I love.I miss you so much and hope you are well.Looks like what they're making you do in the yard is hurting you, I hope you're ok.I would like to keep in touch with you, would you like to?If so, write me a letter on the back of this piece of paper, and tuck it in the book where I put it.I'll try to see you if the master doesn't keep looking for me, I'm the little girl who waved to you then.I look forward to your reply! ! ! ! ! Love you Terasa p. s.Don't tell anyone about this letter or we'll all be in big trouble! ! ! Thrall sat down heavily.He couldn't believe what he had just read.He remembered the little girl and wondered why she waved at him.It was clear that she knew him...and cared about him.How is this possible?Who is she? He stretched out his index finger to look at the blunt, cracked nail.It must be done. On his left arm, there is a scar that is healing.Thrall thrust in as deeply as he could, and after a few tries he finally managed to tear the small wound open.The slowly trickling crimson liquid rewarded his efforts.Using his fingernails as pens, he carefully wrote one word on the back of the letter: OK