Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 25 24. Night visit to Thrall (Part 2)

  Dunhold Castle, as an important stronghold in the Hillsbrad Hills of the Kingdom of Stromgard, covers a huge area. This castle is built on a hill.

   The Eagle's Nest Mountain behind it towers into the clouds and is one of the highest mountains in northern Xinjiang.

   And its body is built on a raised hill, forming a drop of nearly 100 meters from the lower part of the castle. It is no exaggeration to say that it is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

   Even if the orcs invaded the lower city, it would still be a great challenge to capture the castle.

   And this castle, not only guarding the Wall of Thoradin, but also guarding the road from the hills to the Eagle's Nest Mountain, it is an uncompromising military position.

  The real castle is much more powerful.

   In addition to the huge main castle, there are several towers here, and even a mage tower, but the mage stationed here has been recalled to Dalaran.

   So the Mage Tower is now closed.

   Fortunately, the mage tower is closed, otherwise, as long as the sentry tower presided over by the mage is opened, a magical enchantment covering the castle will be lowered.

   In such a barrier, a low-level assassin like Black cannot sneak.

   And don't look at Edras Blackmore, who is stationed here, is only a major, but he has won the trust of the current king and general of Stromgard.

   Low status means nothing.

   In fact, in the current situation, Major Blackmore is also commanding a huge army that is far more than his position should be, with more than 2,000 well-trained soldiers.

   He also had command of the entire Dunhold Castle, as well as several barracks around it.

   In this place of hills, it can be called a high weight,

   He has high military literacy and is indeed a talent, especially after the outbreak of the Orc War, the major is said to have won several outstanding victories on the highlands.

   As a result, it was quickly reused by the Trollbane family, the ruler of the Stromgard Kingdom.

   Such a "capable person" who will seize every opportunity to climb up, as long as he doesn't make a fool of himself or die in battle, he will have a bright future in the future.

   There are different opinions about the reason why the talented Major Edras Blackmore, the ruler of Dunhold Castle, has been stuck as a low-ranking officer and cannot be promoted.

   Although no one dared to discuss it in front of him, Blake knew.

   This is actually related to the major's family stain.

   Major Blackmoore's father, Edlinn Blackmoore, was an army general in Lordaeron and was stripped of all honors for selling state secrets.

Major    has lived in this shadow since he was a child.

   He was destined not to be reused in the hometown of Lordaeron, so he simply took refuge in the Kingdom of Stromgard. He started from scratch in this kingdom of highlanders, and it took more than ten years to reach his current position.

   So, the story of Major Blackmore is actually quite inspiring.

  It vividly explains a truth.

   is that gold can shine anywhere.

  Unfortunately, this childhood shadow has had too much influence on Major Blackmore, making him a thirst for power and a lot of dark ambitions.

   This will be with him for the rest of his life.

   Although his life is not very long.

   Thirteen more years to live.

  What year did he die, and what he died for, was clearly recorded in Blake's mind.

   Now, Blake is quietly following behind Taresha under the cover of the dark curtain, walking towards the underground prison of Dunhold Castle.

   He was on his way to meet the culprit who would eventually kill the major.

   That orc who was only four years old this year and was raised in this castle since childhood.

   The son of the world who will support a magnificent era in the future.

   Thrall.

   "Om"

   A gust of wind came and blew the candles on both sides of the castle corridor.

   Little Taresha, who was wearing an old dress and carrying a food basket in her hand, was walking on the way to the underground prison. She was already familiar with this place and had to come here every night for the past few years.

   She doesn't hate this kind of sneaky behavior.

   There is even a kind of fun for children to explore, what's more, this is what the major ordered, and as a servant, she can't refuse.

   "A meat roll today?"

Sergeant Drake, the most valiant and fighting man in the entire castle, is checking Taretha's food basket. This brave warrior in blue heavy armor and a battle helmet rudely rolls a large piece of meat out of the food basket. take it out.

   He took a bite first, and then threw it to the soldiers beside him.

   He chewed his food and whispered:

   "It's a waste to give such good food to the brave soldier instead of the brave soldier. I don't know what the major thought."

   "This is the food that Major Major entertained two distinguished guests today."

  Little Taretha raised her head and blinked her big eyes on the dark circles she had formed from staying up late for a long time. She smiled and said to Sergeant Drake:

   "But neither of the two distinguished guests moved too much. There is still a lot in the kitchen. If Uncle Drake wants to eat, I will ask my father to send some to your barracks tomorrow, and a few bottles of good wine."

   "Okay, little Teresa is really sensible."

   Sergeant Drake laughed, he pushed open the secret staircase leading to the underground beside him, and told the little girl in front of him:

   "If that little **** dares to hurt you, just shout, and I'll go down and beat him! I'm happy to do that."

   "Little Thrall won't hurt me."

   Little Taretha knew these veterans very well. As she went down, she replied:

   "He's just like my brother."

   "But he's an orc, girl, orcs are a bunch of **** scumbags!"

   The sergeant with a blue helmet, heavy armor, and a two-handed epee on his back, waved his hand in an impatient tone, and said in a loud voice:

   "It's still the old rules, you have to leave before dawn!"

   "I know, Uncle Drake, thank you."

  Taresha responded, picked up the food basket, and walked down the steps of the hidden underground prison. Behind her, several veterans guarding there whispered and whispered:

   "I heard that the coward in Oriden had a good day today and brought back some orc heads, and the major rewarded him for it. House told me that the major was going to put him on the promotion list."

   "Bah! Don't mention that coward in front of me! He is such a soft **** that he dares to fight with orcs? Who knows where those orc heads come from?"

   "That's right! If he didn't come from a noble family, how could the major accept him as an apprentice?"

   "Hey, you say, has little Taresha grown up? She's so cute, me."

"Snapped"

   Before the last guy who was eating the roulade had finished speaking, he was slapped on the cheek by Sergeant Drake. The rude sergeant grabbed the roulade, spat aside, and cursed:

   "Disgusting bastard! Get out and don't let me see you again until I forget your disgusting words!"

   All the veterans were shocked.

  No one dares to bring up this **** question anymore.

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the other side.

  Taresha walked into the quiet underground prison as usual. She skillfully looked left and right in the dark basement, ready to find candles and light the fire.

   But a hand, quietly raised from the darkness, placed it on Taresha's shoulder, startling the little girl, and she was about to jump up on the spot.

   was pushed to the ground by Blake Xiao again.

   "Shh, little girl, don't say anything, I'm not here for you, I'm here for him!"

The    assassin said something in the ear of the shivering little Taretha.

  He looked up and looked into the deepest part of the basement, where there was a small cell, dimly lit, covered with straw, and a little damp, looking at the bad environment.

   But in fact, the cell was kept clean.

   also placed a rough wooden table, as well as several books, inkwells, and quill pens.

   On several layers of straw in the corner, lay a green-skinned boy who looked as tall as Taresa. If it was a human child, it would be at least seven or eight years old to grow to this size.

   But the little orc in front of him was only four years old.

   It is not a loss that it is a naturally powerful fighting race, and its physical development is so rapid as a child.

   "Mr. Black?"

Little Taretha shook her body, raised her head and glanced in the darkness, and only saw a general outline, but she quickly recognized this person from the iconic brutal blade fist weapon that she had at hand. identity of.

   Isn't this the kind and helpful guest she met in the castle this afternoon?

  I heard from the servants in the castle that this gentleman is from the wetlands. In the past two weeks, he has killed many orcs in the hills, and is called "orc killer".

   "Are you here for Thrall?"

   "Thrall?"

  Blake's hoarse voice sounded in the basement, and with a doubt, he said:

   "When I entered the castle, I smelled the smell of orcs, and it also smelled on you. At first, I thought that you girl was coerced by orcs, and she followed you and tried to help you.

   But now it seems that you have been in contact with this little orc?

Why?

   As a human, why do you want to be so friendly with an orc? Where did this little orc come from? Why was he in the major's castle? "

  Taretha covered her mouth in the darkness and shook her head vigorously.

   She cannot answer the question.

   This is the Major's secret.

Once    was told by her, the Folkestone family would be over, and she and her parents could not escape the major's wrath.

   "Well, you don't want to say it?"

  Blake chuckled lightly. He covered little Taretha's mouth and went to the small cell. As he walked, he said:

   "Then I'll ask him, I hate orcs, maybe I can help a fighting hero like the major solve this problem. I'd be happy to do that."

   said, he threw a "reconnaissance" to the sleeping little orc lying there.

   Orc Orphan Thrall (Gu'el)

   Mortal Body. Frostwolf Bloodline (young)

   Level 7 Scholar/Level 2 Warrior

   Judging from this information alone, the little green-skinned orc in front of him does not have the domineering arrogance that a savior should have, but his identity as an orc is somewhat inconsistent with the rank of scholar.

   But it also proves that Thrall is talented and intelligent.

   also proves that Major Blackmore is really nurturing him.

   The effect of this reconnaissance immediately alerted the sleeping orcs.

   "Taretha, are you here?"

   He opened his eyes in a daze, thinking it was his playmate and sister who had been playing since childhood.

   But before he was fully awake, a cold blade fist was placed on his neck, making Thrall wake up immediately, and clenched his fist to fight back.

   It was only the next moment when he saw Taresha who was rushing towards him. He immediately let go of his fist and said in a low voice to the human assassin who was squatting there, wearing black leather armor and indifferent eyes:

   "Kill me if you want to! Don't hurt Taretha, she has nothing, she is innocent."

   "You speak human language well."

  Blake used the blade fist that shone coldly in the dark. He looked at the two children hugging each other in front of him. He said in a low tone that a big villain should have:

   "Your eyes are blue, you are not contaminated by demon blood, but I think you should tell me your stories so that I can give me a reason to let you go.

   Or you can try to shout to get those guards, but two little friends, assassins like me, can do a lot before they rush in. "

   "Go ahead, hurry up."

   (end of this chapter)