Chapter 94 The Falling Legend

Alibo Zach is a very handsome young man with a low attitude.

He inherited the title and land of his dead father, now he is just a little nobleman from Lordaeron. After reading too many vulgar knight novels, he always has a dream of becoming a paladin who has become famous on the battlefield. Of course, it would be great if he could gain a beautiful relationship while gaining honor and status.

However, he is not only mediocre in his qualifications, but also cannot bear the hardships. He has been intoxicated by rouge powder and his slender arms and waist all day long. He has not made up his mind to pursue his pretty lofty dream, and is still scrambling to live in the crowd of women day after day. Until the young master Alibo Zach, by chance, saw the gladiator competition held in the Orc Shelter Arena.

The bloody and exciting scene deeply stimulated the excitement factors and destructive desires in his body, making him unable to stop. Since then, Alibo Zach, a little nobleman with unknown names but still wealthy family, has been fascinated by this "entertainment program" that made him excited. He also formed a good relationship with Lord Blackmore of Dunholder.

This time he arrived at this shelter thousands of miles away to watch the upcoming gladiator competition. But he never expected that those green skins, who seemed to him, would target this shelter and attack this place.

This accident made him a little scared and also felt a little excited. Aripo Zach, who was deeply poisoned by those vulgar knight novels, suddenly had a wonderful idea in his heart: let him pick up his weapon like a knight, and participate in this battle that might be recorded in history. The idea of ​​the ancient god kept lingering in his mind, tempting him all the time. In the end, the flower-god Aripo Zach failed to suppress the temptation in his heart, and took the noble sword that was more decorative than fighting, and came to the forefront of the city wall position.

However, Alibo Zach soon regretted it

Alibo Zach was still young when the last war between orcs and humans occurred, so he had not participated in such a war in person. So he believed in the words of his idol, Lord Blackmore. Blackmore described the war as ordinary and harmless as a hunting game in the forest around Dunholder, and the wailing and moaning that was now hitting his eardrums, and the stinking that made the disgusting blood and filth and the orcs' body odor.

Every moment he could see hundreds of warriors bleed and sacrifice, falling to the ground in pain, with humans and orcs. This made him tremble all over fear, and he didn't even have the power to hold the light and light sword of the nobles, let alone to pluck up the courage to go into battle and kill the enemy, who are only suitable for bathing and wine, and are respected by thousands of noble ladies, should not be in such a war. This is not a heart-pounding leisure activity.

As early as the city wall was blown up, the earth was trembling, and the orcs rushed in violently, Alibo Zach had already lost control of his body. Even his footsteps were unable to move due to fear, so he simply applied the smelly blood all over his body and lay on the ground as if he was dead. It was precisely because of his cowardice that he escaped by chance. During street fighting with the Rapids Fort Legion, the orc army that repeatedly competed for control of every inch of land in the shelter did not have time to clean the battlefield, and no one noticed that a coward was breathing at their feet...

There was a moment when Alibo Zach felt that if he kept pretending to be dead, he might be able to escape by chance. But fate and he played a huge joke with him, the powerful Orgrim Hammer of Destruction and all the orcs.

With his eyes closed, a sharp pain suddenly came from his calf. A big green foot wearing combat boots stepped on him. The young man Huahua didn't dare to make a slight sound, for fear of attracting the orc's attention. He secretly opened a little bit of his eye gap, and an orc wearing bronze plate armor and holding a huge war hammer in his hand led the leader into his eyes.

This orc is no one else, he is the chief of the tribe - Orgrim* Hammer of Destruction

His exclusive guards, the Blood Guards, have been handed over to the young Thrall to attack the city and capture the village. At this moment, he is almost alone. The nearest orc warrior is more than 40 yards away from him. Looking at the burning shelter in front of him, the Hammer of Destruction was a little excited and dazed for many years. After conquering this place and saving the tribesmen here, he is one step closer to his goal. All orc compatriots regain their freedom and raised their heads, not far away.

The overall situation has been settled, and the somewhat dazed Orgrim* The Hammer of Destruction relaxed his vigilance at this moment. The powerful man did not notice that there was a coward who pretended to be dead under his feet, nor did he see the flash of fierce light. A shameful ending has been destined.

Perhaps it was a joke of fate. Alibo Zach, the young man who was hiding among women all day long, suddenly burst into his heart. A crazy idea suddenly burst into his mind to kill the orc general in front of him. The orc who was closest to him was still forty yards away. Not far away, a horse that lost actually wandered there.

Maybe he had the chance to kill an orc general, what a glory it would be. If he could do it, if he returned to the kingdom territory, he would undoubtedly become a new hero. Flowers cheered the king for the reward of the beautiful woman.... Even the invitation of the Silver Hand. These wonderful things in his fantasy made him reckless and almost lost his last sanity. Now, the only thought in his mind was to kill the orc and run wildly.

The Hammer of Destruction slowly walked towards the inside of the shelter and moved as he left Alibo Zach's body, the young master Huahua, who was filled with desire, rose up at an unprecedented speed, holding a spear of a dead soldier, as if the potential burst out and poured into the power of the whole body. Before the somewhat distracted tribe chief reacted, he stabbed the back of the Hammer of Destruction.

The sharp spear pierced the breastplate of the Hammer of Destruction, and the wounds as big as a fist were flowing out blood.

The little nobleman with no power in his hands actually succeeded. A weak human nobleman knocked down the powerful Orgrim Hammer of Destruction in a disgraceful way. This is really incredible.

Alibo Zach was extremely happy. He seemed to see the expected praise and cheers. The wonderful scenes followed one after another to wrap him around him, but the next huge black warhammer appeared in front of him, instantly smashing his head to pieces and being attacked by shame and furious. He hit the last hammer in his life and killed this shameful coward with his own hands.

But the next moment, a weak sense of dizziness surrounded the powerful Hammer of Destruction. Before the orc warriors rushed to help and rescue their leaders, the legendary Orgrim* Hammer of Destruction fell to the ground...

The ending is destined

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The overall situation of the shelter rescue war was settled, and in the end the orcs broke the solid wall of this humiliating prison and rescued their compatriots.

But for this, they also paid a huge price. Their most wise and trustworthy chief, the Hammer of Destruction, was attacked by a coward from behind, and was seriously injured and in danger.

When Sal rider Xue Ge followed Hellscream to a small hill not far from the shelter, he saw the old shaman anxiously looking for him, his mentor Drektar.

"Hammer of Destruction," said the blind-eyed old shaman, somewhat weak and hoarse, "You'd better hurry up the Sal Wild Spirit and refuse to respond to my request... Maybe... you can let them change their minds."

Thrall's heart beat uneasy. How could it be the Hammer of Destruction? He could not be in danger. He was so powerful and brave... Thrall followed behind Hellscream, pushed away the crowded and sorrowful orcs on the way, and ran all the way to Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction - he was on the edge of a tree's roots.

Thrall gasped in fear. A spear at least two feet long stretched out from the wide back of the Hammer of Destruction. When Thrall saw all this, his gaze froze. The two personal guards of the Hammer of Destruction were trying to remove the bronze breastplate. Now Thrall could see that the spear penetrated the soft leather armor lined inside the plate armor, and the wound was red. The force that pierced the Hammer of Destruction's body also made the other side of the breastplate concave.

Blood hit Sar's eardrums, and his heart pounded in his chest. In the haze, Sar heard the powerful warrior calling his name. Shocked and hesitant, Sar knelt beside the Hammer of Destruction to call for the help of the wild spirit, but hesitated without any response.

"It was a mean sneak attack," said the Hammer of Destruction hoarsely, blood gushing out of his mouth, "I was knocked down from behind by a coward."

"Chief" Thrall said sadly, and the Hammer of Destruction waved his hand and interrupted him.

"I... need your... help, two things about Thrall you must... stick to the cause we started, save me... our compatriots, leaders... they I once... led the tribe once. But... it seems that fate doesn't want to... let me... lead again." The originally powerful Hammer of Destruction trembled, his face twisted with an extremely painful expression, and he took a deep breath. The chief of the tribe continued, "You... are the chief now, Thrall, Du... Son of Durotan, you... will put on my armor, take... pick up my hammer, the hammer commander... command our tribe."

The Hammer of Destruction reached out to Sar, who held the hand that was still wearing armor and bleeding. "You know what to do. Now you are taking care of them. I can't find a better heir. Your father will be proud of you...I...I will be proud of you... Help me..."

Thrall was heartbroken. The Hammer of Destruction was like a majestic and wise father to him, the target of his pursuit and worship. But now... Thrall's hands were trembling, and he helped the two sad young blood guards remove the armor on the Hammer of Destruction piece by piece. But the spear protruding on Orgrim's back did not allow them to move the remaining parts of the armor.

"The second thing," the Hammer of Destruction roared. The small space around the fallen hero was filled with people, and people kept coming here at every moment. "It's so shameful to die under the attack of a coward," the Hammer of Destruction murmured. "I don't want to die when my body...and these humans... treacherous things." One of his hands was fumbled on the spear, his fingers shook weakly, and then fell down, trying to pull it out, but I had no strength anymore... hurry, Sar. Help me pull it out."

The Hammer of Destruction said at the end, and even roared loudly with all his strength.

Thrall felt that his chest was almost crushed by an invisible big hand, and he nodded vigorously. Thrall forced himself to face the scene before him, and he had to meet the request of his father, brother and teacher. The suppressed huge pain, Thrall closed his fingers and pressed them into the muscles of the Hammer of Destruction.

The Hammer of Destruction shouted loudly, his anger as strong as the pain he suffered. "pulled out" him yelled.

Closed his eyes and Sal pulled out the pole soaked in blood. The sound of the hammer of destruction almost broke Sal's heart.

"Come again" the powerful warrior roared. Thrall took a deep breath and exerted force. He sincerely hoped that he could pull it out. When he pulled it backward, his sudden loss of force made him fall backward firmly to the ground.

Black and red blood gushed out of the deadly hole in the stomach of the Hammer of Destruction.

Sar silently wiped the corners of his eyes, and then knelt beside the Hammer of Destruction. "Great Chief," Sar whispered, so only the Hammer of Destruction could hear him, "I'm afraid I'm not qualified to put on your armor and get your weapons."

"No one is born outstanding" The Hammer of Destruction's voice was faint and vague, "You will lead them... victory... will bring them... peace..."

A generation of genius, a generation of legendary Orgrim* The eyes of the Destruction Hammer were closed forever. The Destruction Hammer fell forward to Sal. Sal quickly grabbed him and supported him. After a while, Sal felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Drektar, and his hand slid under Sal's arm and helped Sal up.

"They are watching." Drektal said softly to Thal, "they can't be without a leader. You have to put on your armor and tell them you are the new chief."

"Sir," said an orc who heard Drektal's words, "armor..." he swallowed, "the armor was pierced-we have to replace it."

"No," said Thrall, "it won't be replaced. You have to fix it before the next battle, and I will put it on. He gave his life for our freedom for the glory of Orgrim* Hammer of Destruction."

He stood there and asked them to help him put on his armor. He covered up the huge pain in his heart and showed his brave face to everyone. The orcs around him stared at him quietly and respectfully. Drektal was right, he needed to do so. He bent down, picked up the huge warhammer, held it high above his head, and waved it hard.

"Ogrim* The Hammer of Destruction appoints me as the new chief," he cried, "this is not what I long for, but I have not chosen to be appointed, and I will obey this appointment. Who would you like to follow me to seek freedom for our people?"

A roar of sorrow shook the sky, full of pain for their lost leaders, but it was also a sound of hope. Thrall stood up, raising the legendary weapon of the Hammer of Destruction upwards.

He knew that no matter how slim the hope for success was, victory would eventually belong to them.

Belongs to orcs

Belongs to the tribe

Chapter 94 The Falling Legend
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