Chapter 20 Chapter Nineteen

When dawn broke, a thick fog covered everything.Thrall smelled rain in the air.In contrast, he prefers the sun to shine, so that he can see his enemies clearly, but the cold rain keeps his warriors calm.Besides, Thrall could control the rain, and he could make it fall whenever he needed to.For now, though, Thrall decided to let the weather take its course. He, Hellscream, and a small band of the Frostwolf clan would lead the charge, with the army close behind.He hoped desperately to take advantage of the cover the forest provided, but there was only one decent way for an army of nearly two thousand men.If Blackmoore's scouts wandered here, he would have been warned of the orc invasion.Thrall had never remembered Dunholde having so many scouts, and it was a very strange situation now.

His heavily armed vanguard team is now carefully advancing hand in hand on the mountain road leading to Dunholde.Thrall begged a songbird to help him look ahead, and it returned after just a few minutes.They have found you, the bird said to Thrall, they are running back to the castle, and some are surrounding you from behind. Sal frowned.Blackmoore's army was ready to face them, but at least Dunholde's garrison was only one-fifth of its total strength. The bird perched on his thick forefinger, waiting.Tell that blind old shaman in the army what you told me.The golden and black bird tipped its bright blue head to Thrall and flew away.Drek'Thar was not only an excellent shaman, but a trained warrior who knew what to do with the bird's warning.

He stomped on.At last, ahead of the crooked road, Dunhold loomed before them in all his pride and grim glory, and there was a commotion in the ranks. "Raise the flag," he said, "and observe the etiquette so they might not shoot directly at us. We cleared their concentration camps before with little effort," he admitted, "and now we're dealing with something much worse. Difficult stuff. Durnholde Castle is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but if the negotiations break down, it will definitely be defeated by us." As he and his warriors advanced, Thrall saw figures scurrying along the ramparts and walkways; closer, he could see the muzzles of the artillery aimed at him, the archers in position, counting Ten cavalry came running from the flanks of the castle, hastily forming lines in front of him.They held spears and rode ahead, and they waited.

Sal moved on.There were more figures running on the huge wooden door in front of him, and his heart beat a little faster; that was Edras.Blackmore.Sal stopped.Now the distance between them was enough to hear each other's shouts, and he would not come any closer. "Very good, very good," came a familiar and dirty voice from Thrall, "Isn't this my little orc pet, it has finally grown up." Sal was unmoved. "Greetings to you, Lieutenant," he said, "but I am not here as your pet, but as the leader of an army. An army that has outmatched your men in the past. I will not stop today until you defeat me." They do anything."

Langston stood beside his Master in the passage.All of this made him unbelievable.Blackmoore had just poured himself out with a heart-piercing yell.Langdon had helped Tammis carry his unconscious master back to bed more than once, and he had never seen him standing after so much drink; what was on his mind? Blackmoore sent a sharp-eyed and stealthy scout to follow the girl, and he helped her unbolt the secret door of the inn, and he saw her come out of the tunnel to meet Thrall and some other orcs, saw her bring Eat, see her embrace those monsters - by the Light - and then she slips back into the tunnel that is no longer secret.Blackmore hadn't actually been drinking that night, and when the girl came down the tunnel to his bedroom to be shaken with terror by Blackmore, Langdon, and the others, he seemed perfectly composed.

Terasa was reluctant to say anything at first, but when she knew she was being followed all the way, he hastened to assure Blackmoore that Thrall had only come to negotiate peace.As soon as these words came out, Blackmoore's face suddenly turned terrifying.He ordered Langston and the other guards to go out, and as Langston paced anxiously outside the door, he could still clearly hear Blackmoore's sharp curses and the sound of palms hitting flesh. He had not seen Blackmoore again until now, though Tamis had reported to him that Blackmoore had sent his fastest horse for help, but that had been at least four hours ago.According to logic, they should now stabilize these orcs who are trying to sign a truce with them until reinforcements arrive.In fact, out of courtesy, Blackmoore needs to send a small team to negotiate with the orcs.Yes, this is the logical move.If he guessed correctly, Langton estimated that the orc army should be about 2,000.

But now, Dunholde has only five hundred middle-aged men and less than two hundred formal troops. Langston could feel the air of fear surging through the crowd.He couldn't see very well from the distance, but he could clearly see a green tide slowly approaching them, and he heard the rhythmic, terrifying beating of the war drums. Thrall's army. Although the morning air was very cool, Langston's arms were still sweating. "Nice job, Thrall," Blackmoore said.Thrall looked at him. The former battle hero grabbed the wall with a disgusted expression, shaking his body, "What are you thinking right now?"

Pity rose again, biting together with hatred in Thrall's heart. "Unless you make us defend ourselves, we don't want to fight humans anymore. But there are still hundreds of our brothers in your camp, Blackmoore. They will be free anyway, but we don't want to see unnecessary The blood is bleeding. As long as you release the imprisoned orcs, we can return to the wilderness without endless disputes with humans." Blackmoore jerked his head back and laughed. "Oh," he gasped, tears streaming down his face, "oh, you're more entertaining than His Majesty's jester, Thrall. Slave. You're more entertaining now than you were in the arena. By the Light! You You actually said that you know what compassion is, do you deserve it?"

Langston felt a sharp tug on his sleeve.He jumped to his feet and turned to look at the sergeant beside him. "I don't like you, Langston," the man grumbled, his eyes grumpy, "but at least you're sane. You've got to shut up Blackmoore! Get him down from there! You've seen what the orcs do .” "We cannot surrender!" Langston gasped, though he wished so badly. "No," said the sergeant, "then at least send someone out and talk to them, to buy our reinforcements time. He's already called for help, hasn't he?" "Of course he did," Langston hissed.The conversation between them had been overheard, and Blackmoore's bloodshot eyes looked this way, and he almost tripped over a sack at his feet.

"Ah, Sergeant!" He made a rumbling voice, and walked towards him crookedly, "Sal! Here is an old friend of yours!" Sal sighed.Langston thought he was the calmest looking of them all. "It's a shame you're still here, Sergeant." "I'm here," Langston heard the sergeant mutter.Then the sergeant said loudly, "You've gone too far, Thrall." "Just confirm that Blackmoore will free those orcs, and I will swear on the honor you taught me and on my own that none of you will be harmed." "My lord," Langston said uneasily, "think of the power I saw in the last battle. Thrall caught me, but he let me go. He kept his word. I know he Just an orc, but—"

"Did you hear that, Thrall?" Blackmoore growled. "You're nothing but an orc! Even that idiot Langston said that! When did humans surrender to orcs?" He sprinted forward and bent over the wall son. "Why are you doing this, Thrall?" he howled brokenly, "I gave you everything! You and I, together we can lead these greenskins of yours against the Alliance, and together we can enjoy countless Food, wine, and gold!" Langston stared in horror at Blackmoore, who was screaming every word of his plot into everyone's ears.But at least he didn't mention Langdon...for now.At this moment, Langton wished he could swallow Blackmoore in one gulp and immediately lead his army to surrender to Thrall. Thrall didn't miss this great opportunity. "Men of Dunholde, have you heard!" he growled, "Your lord and master intends to betray you all! Drive him down, obey us, and by the end of the day you and your castle will be intact !" Yet there was no expected uprising, and Thrall couldn't blame them. "I ask you again, Blackmoore. Negotiate, or die?" Blackmoore straightened, and now Thrall could see what he was holding in his right hand.It's a sack. "That's my answer, Thrall!" His hand reached into the sack and pulled out something.Thrall couldn't see what it was, but he saw the wince on the sergeant's and Langston's faces.Then the thing was thrown towards Thrall so fast that it hit the ground and rolled to Thrall's feet. A pair of blue eyes stared blankly at Thrall from Terasa's severely deformed skull. "That's what I do to traitors!" screamed Blackmoore, dancing wildly in the aisles, "That's what we do to those who betray our love...those who take and give nothing... ...Which one of you sympathizes with these orcs who kill thousands of knives!" Thrall couldn't hear anything, his ears were like thunder.His knees softened and he knelt down on the ground, his Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes were filled with hallucinations. It can't be true.It can't be Terry.Not even Blackmoore could have committed such a heinous crime against an innocent man. He failed to pass out.A part of his consciousness stubbornly kept him awake, and he stared at the long blond hair, the blue eyes, and the bleeding neck.Then the ghastly vision blurred.Something wet rolled across his cheeks, and a huge pain pressed against his chest, making him almost out of breath.Teri had told him long ago: These are tears.They come when we are very sad, very sad, as if your heart is full of tears with nowhere to go. But now he has a place to vent his pain.Can be put into action, can kill the enemy.The color of blood obliterated Thrall's vision, he turned his head and roared with unprecedented fury, and the howling full of anger burned his throat fiercely. The whole sky boiled.Dozens of bolts of lightning tore through the sky, making everyone dizzy.The furious and bursting thunderclap completely crushed the will of the people in the castle.They threw down their weapons one after another, knelt down to the sky, which unreservedly displayed the great and utter pain of the orc leader, and babbled all the words of fear that even they could not understand. Blackmoore laughed, clearly misinterpreting Thrall's rage at helpless grief.When the last bolt of lightning died, he yelled, "They say no one can get you! But I got you, Thrall. I got you!" Thrall's snarl died away, and he stared at Blackmoore.Even at a distance, he could still see the bleeding face of his enemy Blackmoore, and at last Blackmoore realized what his bestial crime had evoked.Thrall had come here for a peaceful ending, but his actions shattered that possibility.He would not live to see the sun rise again, and his fortress would be crushed to pieces like flimsy glass under the hoofs of the orcs. "Thal..." Hellscream tentatively said uncertainly.Thrall still had the pain of grief in his chest, and tears rolled down his broad green face, blurring his vision.Hellscream's face clearly expressed his sympathy and support. Thrall struggled to control himself, and he slowly raised the huge war hammer.Again and again, in a powerful, regular rhythm, he stomped his feet.Others followed his example one after another, and gradually, the earth shook. Dazed, Langston stared in horror at the girl's head on the ground thirty yards away.He had known for a long time that Blackmoore was cruel, but it never occurred to him... "Look what you've done!" the sergeant finally uttered, and everyone around Blackmoore turned to look at him. Blackmoore began to laugh hysterically. Hearing the inhuman scream, the sergeant's heart went cold, and then he felt a slight tremor coming from the rock. "Sir, he created this earthquake...we must fire back!" "Two thousand orcs are stomping their feet, of course the ground will shake!" Blackmoore yelled angrily.He stepped back against the wall, evidently the orc was going to make him pay for what he had done. We've lost, Langston thought, and it's too late to surrender.Thrall will avenge his girl by destroying the castle with his diabolical sorcery.His mouth trembled, unable to utter a word.He felt the sergeant watching him. "Go to hell, you beasts in clothes!" the sergeant hissed, and then he yelled, "Fire!" Thrall shuddered as the cannonball escaped.There were screams of pain behind him, but he was unharmed.He summoned the spirits of the earth and poured out his pain to them, and the earth responded quickly.Along a clear and precise straight line, the whole land was staggered and raised; this line is like some ancient huge underground creature rushing straight from Thrall's feet to the main gate of the castle.The gate collapsed suddenly, and there was a lot of rubble for a while; but compared with the walls of the concentration camps that were made up of haphazardly, Dunholde's city walls were undoubtedly made of better materials and stronger. Blackmoore began to scream horribly.From getting drunk and killing Terasa with his own hands.For the first time now, Foxton came to his senses. Langdon was not exaggerating at all, all his plans to deal with the orcs fell apart under the infinite power of Saarna.Moreover, he had unwisely conjured up a terrible rage, Blackmoore was flustered and dispirited, and hundreds... no, thousands... huge, green avatars of death were billowing toward him from the road come. He has to get out.Thrall would kill him.Now he understands this.Thrall will surely catch him and kill him for what he did to Terratha... Terry, Terry, I love you, why did you betray me? Someone screamed.Langston tried desperately to plug his ears, his pretty face turned a deep purple with terror, his eyes bulging out, and the sergeant laughed ridiculously beside him.He looked at them helplessly.The sergeant ran back into the crowd yelling some words.They continued to load and fire their cannons while Blackmoore's horsemen below the city charged towards the orc positions.He could hear the roar of battle and the heavy clash of steel, the black armor of his soldiers being crushed under the feet of these ugly green-skinned orcs, and there were figures covered in white fur everywhere... Holy Light Above, Thrall really made those white wolves his subordinates? "Too many," he murmured, "too many, too many of them..." Once again, the walls trembled.An unprecedented fear surrounded Blackmoore, and his knees gave way and he fell to his knees.Here he was, on all fours, rolling like a dog down the stairs and into the atrium. The cavalry were still fighting outside, but Blackmoore decided it was only a death throes.Inside the ramparts, what remained were screaming and desperately defending themselves with everything they could find—scythes, pitchforks, even the wooden weapons Thrall had once used to train.Blackmoore smelled a strange but familiar scent.He felt a pang of fear, the smell, the stench he had always smelled in the battles he had experienced in the past, it was the smell of dead bodies.He had almost forgotten how it had turned his stomach. It shouldn't be like this.Those orcs shaking the gate on the other side should be his army.Their leader, the fellow who growled Blackmoore's name over and over again, was supposed to be his tame and heartfelt slave.Terry should be with him now...but where did she go...then he suddenly remembered, he remembered, it was an order from his own lips, he ordered the guards to go To take her life, he longed, he stood before those people, his body longed, his soul longed... "He's crazy!" Langston yelled at the top of his lungs just inches from the sergeant's ear, over the roar of cannon fire, the metal clatter of swords on shields, and the agonized exhaustion. Howling.At this time, the city wall trembled again. "He's gone mad!" the sergeant yelled back. "Lord Langdon, you're in command now! What do you want us to do?" "Surrender!" Langston screamed without hesitation.The sergeant shook his head as he looked at the fighting field thirty yards away. "It's too late! Blackmoore has killed us all. Unless Thrall decides to make peace with us, all we can do is fight... even if he wants to do that, the battle may not be stopped. Are you going to What shall we do?" the sergeant asked again. "I...I..." Langton's mind was in a mess.This is war, and he's not made for it at all—he realizes it clearly for the second time.He knew he was a coward and despised himself deeply because of it, but that didn't change the status quo in the slightest. "Would you like me to take over command of Dunholde's defense?" asked the sergeant. Langdon looked at his elder with wide wet eyes and nodded helplessly. "Okay, then," said the sergeant, turning to face the men in the courtyard, and began shouting orders at them. Just then, the door was smashed.A wave of orcs burst into the courtyard of the most impenetrable stronghold in the land.