Chapter 103 The End of Sin

It seemed like a hole suddenly leaked, and the heavy rain that Sal predicted was pouring down

Blackmore's dark hair was pressed against his head along the rain, and his feet were sliding on the muddy ground in the castle atrium. The strong wind blew him around. He forced himself to move his legs constantly, and there was only one way to escape from this bloody and noisy hell-his secret passage[]

"Why is this happening? Why is this happening?" Blackmore's heart kept roaring. The green-skinned orcs who were shocking the gate on the other side should be the leaders of his army and the guys who roared with Blackmore's name over and over again should be the loyal slaves he was tamed.

Along the way, Blackmore didn't look back at all. He didn't dare to see the hammer that Sar swung, the next moment he turned around, and he was afraid that he would lose the opportunity to escape the next moment. Blackmore was lucky. He would always encounter scattered human guards and guards along the way he fled in a panic. These soldiers who did not know enough about the current situation saw their lord being chased by an "orcs and wolf cavalry", all rushed forward without hesitation, trying to show their loyalty in order to gain the appreciation of the lord.

Unfortunately, facing the furious Thrall, there is only a dead end, a hammer of destruction flying up and down, almost every hammer can take away a life. The strength of these human guardians is not enough in Thrall's eyes, but even so, with the continuous interference and obstruction of these people, it has delayed Blackmore for a lot of time...

When Thrall was about to kill, he solved the trouble along the way. Blackmore, who had fled desperately, finally entered his mansion. Without having time to take a breath, the guy who could not tremble with the threat of death rushed to the desk and fumbled the key with his trembling fingers. Before reaching the secret door hidden behind the mural, Blackmore, panicked, dropped the key twice, and tears rolled down without control. He finally inserted the key into the keyhole.

The secret door was opened, and Blackmore jumped down irrespectively, completely forgot that there was the stairs below, which made him roll all the way down; however, under the influence of alcohol, he went down like an old doll, but this greatly helped him, causing him to suffer only a little scratch. The light shining from his study room could only illuminate a few yards at the entrance of the secret passage. The faint light ahead seemed to be swallowed by the secret passage, and Blackmore's eyes were already dark.

He should have brought the oil lamp. Blackmore, who was running away, suddenly had such a seemingly ridiculous idea in his mind, but it was too late to think about it now. Many things were too late to shook his head and shook his head. Blackmore pulled his legs and ran desperately. The secret door at the end of the tunnel should not have been locked yet. He could run out and escape to the woods and wait until the killing here subsided before coming back. He could still... He didn't know that the boundless fear made his brain muddy, and he could do something else.

Suddenly the earth trembled again, and Blackmore, who was running wildly, fell to the ground unexpectedly, and the fine stones and soil fell on him. When the sudden tremor passed, thick dust floated in the air, Blackmore coughed continuously. He calmed down, supported himself and continued to rush forward. His fingers suddenly hit a large rock a few yards ahead. The hidden tunnel collapsed in front of him. Blackmore tried to dig it open with both hands, but after just a while, he was sweaty and his hands fell down with blood.

"What should you do? Edras Blackmore, what should you do? What did you do to get such an ending?" Blackmore, who was in fear, grabbed himself tightly with the rain and sweat, and strands of hair that had been soaked on his forehead. Despair had occupied his heart, and a faint trace of guilt kept emerging.

The earth trembled again, guilt and fear could not defeat the desire to survive. Blackmore instinctively jumped up and turned back towards the study. The air was filled with terrible noise, and with a heart-pounding shaking, the tunnel behind Blackmore collapsed. Fear drove him to run wildly, and the top of the tunnel hit the ground only one or two yards behind him, like a beast chasing him.

When Blackmore climbed the last few stairs and rolled out of the tunnel like a ball, the tunnel behind him completely collapsed. The ground under his feet kept shaking, as if it would never stop again. Finally, the ground quieted down. Blackmore lay motionless on the ground and pressed his face against the luxurious and expensive carpet, gasping like a dead dog.

And at this moment, a sword that came from unknown places, pierced on the wooden floor a few inches before his nose, making a buzzing sound and trembling. He raised his head and saw the figure he was most reluctant to meet at this moment, which made him afraid and desperate - Sal

The Holy Light was above, and Blackmore almost forgot how tall Thrall was. She was wearing blackboard armor and holding a destruction hammer and looked down at him, just like mountains looking down at the ground at her feet. Has he really... ever insulted and tortured this powerful orc? "Shar," looking at the figure he trained and trained, Blackmore stuttered, "I can explain..."

"No," Thrall said in a cold tone that made Blackmore more frightened than anger, "You can't explain. There's nothing to explain at all. There's only one battle between us. A life-and-death battle. Pick up your sword like a man."

Blackmore tried his best to pull his unruly legs, leaning back while dragging his body on the ground, and tremblingly said, "I...I..."

"Pick up the sword" Saar repeated, his voice low and heavy, "or I'll kill you, now"

At the end of the pursuit, Thrall asked for the help of the Earth Soul and summoned the earthquake to seal the tunnel, so that Blackmore could only be forced to return the same way. While waiting for him to come back, Thrall kicked the decorations in the room with full of anger and cleared out a small area for them to break.

Blackmore stretched out a sieve-like hand and groped to grab the hilt of the sword.

Very well, Thrall thought of this scene when she saw it. At least Blackmore intends to satisfy his desire to fight. If she just kills Blackmore who has no will to resist, it will make Salmon shame and make Sal lose the pleasure of revenge. Sal stares at Blackmore's stumble and stumble. Is this really the person he worships and fears when he was young? He can't believe it. The man's spirit and body are weak. A trace of compassion passes through Thrall's heart, but these are not enough to wash away the atrocities that Blackmore had committed.

"Come on, let it end up pay for what you do" Sar snarled.

Blackmore stood up panting. Now the ferocity in Blackmore's heart was also aroused. He decided to take out a master's appearance and teach the disobedient slave a lesson. His movements were faster than Sal had expected, and his energy was more concentrated. The big sword in his hand unexpectedly slashed a whirring sound of wind, forcing Sal to react quickly to avoid attacks and fights. It seemed that he awakened the Lord of Dunhold. His face gradually showed anger and decisive expression, and his footsteps were more orderly. He slashed at Zuoxu and then attacked Sal's right body. However, Sal effectively blocked the threatening attack.

Without hesitation, Sal stood up with the hammer to surprise and joy. Blackmore still had the power to resist. The Destruction Hammer was barely held by the Great Sword. This attack only made Blackmore stagger. As if he noticed his weakness, Blackmore began to look for something that could be used as a shield.

"Hide it like a coward," Sal purred, pulled off the door and handed it to Blackmore and shouted angrily.

It would be perfect if this door was used as a shield for a tauren like Lao Tang, but it would undoubtedly be too big for humans. Blackmore pushed it open angrily.

"It's not too late, Thrall," Blackmore was still doing his last effort to try to convince the mighty orcs in front of him, "We can also work together. I can free those orcs, as long as you promise they will follow my orders like you to fight for me."

Hearing Blackmore's ridiculous words of unrepentance, Thrall was angry, and Blackmore seized the opportunity and stabbed Thrall in the chest. Thrall, whose emotions were affected by anger, failed to dodge in time, and had to flip the Destruction Warhammer to resist the coming sword.

"Are you not awake yet, Blackmore, what if you think that just slight lips and my people will suffer the hardships?"

Thrall's eyes were blood red again, and the memories were overwhelmed by him. He had tried hard to restrain and decided to give Blackmore a chance to fight fairly, but now he threw these thoughts out of the sky. The anger overflowed like a violent endless sea in the wind and rain. Thrall shouted loudly and launched a final attack on Blackmore. Every attack and every angry roar made the pain the man in front of him vent vividly.

In just a few strokes, Thrall's warhammer hit the hasty Blackmore's mouth shattered, his wrist dislocated, and he was no longer able to hold the sword tightly. The long-standing decayed and luxurious noble life had already hollowed out the body of the man who had experienced the battlefield, making him weak and vulnerable. When Thrall finally pushed Blackmore into the corner, the desperate man pulled out a dagger from under his boots and stabbed towards Thrall's face, almost stabbing into Thrall's eyes. Thrall let out a roar of revenge, kicked Blackmore over with one kick, and then picked up the long sword that Blackmore fell off, aimed deeply at the man's chest and stabbed it.

Blood splashes

Blackmore, who was stabbed by a sharp blade, died immediately. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and spitting out dark red blood. Blackmore's fingers weakly grabbed the red hole that was gushing outward. He raised his head and stared at Thrall, his eyes flashing with the last light of life. To Thrall's surprise, the man who was like a nightmare in Thrall's memory squeezed out a satisfied smile.

"You are...I have nurtured you...you make me proud..." Blackmore murmured intermittently, then spread limply onto the carpet. The white velvet carpet under him was instantly stained with blood.

Blackmore died and was killed by his former "pet", slave, and the tribal chief he trained himself.

Looking at everything in front of him in a daze, Thrall was a little confused. His biggest enemy so far died like this... This man who had countless entanglements with his people... was killed by him with his own hands... All of this made Thrall feel unreal.

"How is it like killing an enemy with your hand?"

A low and heavy voice sounded behind Thrall's head, instantly causing Thrall to recover from the confusion. With a "swish", Sar, who had turned around and raised the warhammer to act in a defensive posture, gave up the warning and breathed lightly. The trance state after killing Blackmore just now was too dangerous on the battlefield. If it was not this person behind him just now, but any enemy, he might have to repeat the mistake of the Hammer of Destruction.

This person is no one else, and it is Lao Tang who arrived here for some time. At this moment, Lao Tang was leaning on the door frame with a huge cigar in his mouth and spitting out clouds and mist, and his whole body was covered with blood and sticky filth. It can be seen that in order to arrive here to support Saar, Lao Tang was not leisurely along the way.

Sal did not answer immediately, but thought carefully before responding to Old Tang's question. "I have to do that, cough cough." Sal took the cigar handed over by Old Tang and choked and coughed continuously. After a moment, Sal, who frowned for a while, said in a low voice, "Blakemore is like a living prison, not only for me, but also for many others." He hesitated, "Before killing him, he... he said he was proud of me. I was cultivated by him. Good, my friend, his thoughts shocked me."

"There is no doubt that you were cultivated by Blackmore." Old Don answered seriously at Sar's eyes, and Old Don's answer made Sar feel surprised and disgusted. Old Don walked up to him and patted Sar's shoulder gently, and said with a solemn look:

"And at the same time, you were also Taresa, there were Sergeant, Hellscream, Hammer of Destruction, Drektar, and even Snow Song. You were cultivated by every battle and every ordeal you experienced. You cultivated yourself... the Great Chief of the Thal Tribe."

Chapter 103 The End of Sin

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