Azeroth’s Death Track

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"clang..."

The low bell sounded in the dusk, representing the end of the day's work.

People in the period of medieval civilization did not have much entertainment, so every time at this time, the pub business in the streets of Lordaeron was always good, but today is an exception. At this time, the bustling streets should be almost There was no one, and even the owners of the taverns had locked the door.

The traces left by the city’s attack 2 months ago are still vivid. Looking out from the city square, the towering tower at the entrance to the city of Lordaeron is still incomplete. If your sense of smell is good enough, you can even smell it To a scent of fireworks, it seemed that the fiery smoke had never dissipated from above the city.

Two large cemeteries were built, located directly under the hillside of the Tirisfal Monastery. During these two months, people who lost their loved ones and friends would go there to express their condolences.

But life has to continue, so today, two months later, the order of Lordaeron's kingdom has been restored bit by bit under the control of the ministers.

But the peaceful days that come again do not mean that the people have forgotten the hatred... In fact, this kind of hatred embellished with blood may take years to fade from the hearts of the people and pass on through the generations , And then gradually disappear.

"kill him!"

"Chop off his head!"

"Butcher! Executioner! Murderer!"

The side door of the city square was slowly opened, and the prison car guarded by 30 heavily-armed knights came out of the dark passage, re-seeing the sun, and Orgrim sitting in the prison car couldn't help raising his hand. Covering his eyes for a moment, this action made the heavy chain trapping him rattle, and the appearance of the orc chieftain also caused the square that was already full of citizens to boil.

Everyone was yelling the name of the murderer. They clenched their fists, and their eyes were full of anger and hatred. Whether it was an old man who was kind to others or a young man who had just grown up, his face was full of distorted expressions, and he wanted to choose someone. And bite.

If it weren’t for the soldiers to block the roads on both sides of the square, I’m afraid Orgrim would be taken out of the prison car by these crazy citizens and corpse. In fact, if it was not for this public trial Carrying any thrown objects into the venue, I am afraid that Orgrim's prison car will also be completely submerged by rotten leaves and rotten eggs.

"Ha ha"

The orc chieftain sitting in the prison car looked around. He saw the madness of those citizens. He shook his head and gave a disdainful laugh.

"What are you laughing at? Orcs!"

The lord Alessandro Mograine, who led the knights, turned his head to look at Orgrim, he asked in a deep voice:

"Are you scared by the upcoming trial?"

"I'm just laughing at them..."

Orgrim pointed his finger at the human civilians who kept shouting, he whispered:

"The vast majority of them haven't even seen me. When I took the army to siege Lordaeron, they could only hide under the bed and tremble, but now?"

"Look at them, it seems that everyone has become a messenger of justice, eager to try to kill me, the evil one... You say, if your king sentenced me to death in the arena, these "warriors", How many people have the courage to face me face to face?"

"Ha...in the final analysis, this is the end of the loser."

Orgrim snorted, and his eyes were placed above the city square in front of him, the rows of seats shining in the sun. Those leaders from the official league, they were wearing the best clothes and sitting in danger, Enjoy the cheers of the citizens and the glory as the winner.

The orc chief squinted and looked at the knights around him. He put away his words and became silent again.

A moment later, this sturdy, inscribed prison car parked under the square. In the spectator of tens of thousands of people, wearing the king’s dress, the old king Terenas Menethil with the ribbon stood up This action made all citizens present quieted down.

Even the anxious air became quiet, and everyone knew that the trial was about to begin.

The old king stared sharply at Orgrim with his eyes closed in the prison car below. He reached over and took the reel passed by the great knight Uther. He coughed lightly and said in a deep voice:

"Orgrim. Hammer of Destruction, leader of the orc invaders!"

"In the past seven years, you and your barbarians have trampled on the order of the human world and brutally killed our countless compatriots. Under the watchfulness of the Holy Light and the Alliance, the crimes you committed are overwhelming!"

The little king Varian Wrynn, who was present on behalf of the Kingdom of Stormwind, was sitting next to King Terenas. The 17-year-old young man held his left hand on the hilt. During the clear and slow trial of King Terenas, he The scene of the death of his father appeared in front of him, and he recalled the scene of the storm city being broken and the towering fire rushing into the sky.

This made the little king's heart beat with a bitter hatred. He wished that he would jump off the trial seat now and use the long sword to stabb the orc in the prison car!

"The orcs’ wars in Hillsbrad Foothills, Hinterland, and Quel’Thalas have resulted in heavy casualties among the members of the Alliance. The souls of the heroic victims are watching us from the sky, and they are also looking forward to this war. The end of the crime, and the trial of the sinners!"

The scepter in the old king's hand was on the ground. In the expansion of the magic of amplification, the sound was like a bell, remembered in the hearts of citizens.

"Now, in the name of the King of Lordaeron, Orgrim Chief Orgrim. Doomhammer, I am here to pronounce the sentence!"

"Uh"

Everyone in the square stood up straight, and the knights raised the sharp weapons wrapped around the ribbon high, beside Orgrim's prison car, like a forest of blades pierced from the ground.

"Orgrim, you have committed crimes against humanity, war crimes, poisoning, murder..."

A long list of convictions came out of the old king's mouth. His eyes staring at Orgrim became more and more indifferent. Eventually, the old king stopped, and he took a deep breath:

"In the name of the Union, under the light of the Holy Light, I announced that Orgrim. Hammer of Destruction will be sentenced to imprisonment, and you will confess your sins in captivity that has lost your freedom until you die. That day!"

The verdict made everyone present have their eyes widened. After a while, there was an uproar, and the citizens shouted in a mess. From their arms waving angrily, they could clearly see that they did not accept the verdict.

This is too slight! How can Orgrim not die?

Why doesn't this orc die?

And in this noisy voice, the orc chieftain, who had been silent, suddenly opened his mouth, even if there was no amplified magic, he sounded like a roar, and spread all over the square. He stood up from the prison car and turned towards The human kings above the square roared:

"I've guessed it for a long time! You must have prepared me with a long list of crimes and sounding grandiose, but I know that they can speak so fervently because the people standing on the battlefield are your soldiers, not yourself.. ."

"Do you know? Terenas Menethil..."

Orgrim straightened his body, and his voice became deeper as tens of thousands of people watched and roared:

"I was not complained about being killed by your soldiers on the battlefield, but this kind of judgment, from the judgment of you cowardly kings, is really a shame... I haven’t seen you on the battlefield, you don’t have Qualify to judge me!"

"You don't even dare to kill me! Why? You are afraid of my death and will make the remaining orcs in this world mess up again, right?"

There was a trace of undisguised disdain on the chieftain's face. The chain on his wrist rang. He reached out and pointed to Terenas above. He said in a deep voice:

"Coward! This is your civilization! This is why you have repeatedly failed!"

"You sentenced me to life imprisonment? Okay! I accept!"

The chieftain moved his neck, he said with a smile:

"I will cherish my life, kings, nobles, humans! I will see with my own eyes that your cowardly civilization has once again suffered from war, and I will watch you bow down... I will look forward to this scene!"

"To shut up!"

The Grand Knight of Mograine waved his scabbard and smashed it **** the Chief's legs, forcing him to kneel in the prison car. The Chief did not resist. On the contrary, his eyes turned to Terenas's side. The little king, he stared at Varian Wrynn dyingly, and he growled hoarsely to:

"Human boy, you hate me, right? You hate me for killing your father?"

"Come on revenge! A sword stabbed me! You are wearing the crown of the king, are you still afraid of me as a prisoner **** with chains?"

"what!"

The younger Varian withdrew the sword handle from the waist, and was finally pressed to the shoulder by Dai Lin who was standing beside him, and the roaring orc chief was also taken out of the court by the knights, Orgrid Mu's response completely explained what it meant to be unwilling, and this rebuttal added another fire to the warm atmosphere at the scene.

The whole square is boiling like boiled water. The rebuked old king did not pay attention to the people’s dissatisfaction. He maintained the king’s etiquette. After the trial, he and King Greymane of Gilneas and King Thoras of Tomgard returned to the court.

There is no proper solution to the problem of how to deal with the tens of thousands of orc captives after the war.

And in the end, King Dylan of Kul Tiras looked at all this with cold eyes, he patted Varian's shoulder and said softly:

"It's just the orc's dying struggle... Little Varian, remember Orgrim's face, remember that expression, it... called the loser!"

"Ok."

King Varian Jr. nodded, and then heard King Dylan's indifferent voice:

"Remember the people's dissatisfaction and listen to their voices. Orgrim is right. Our alliance is too weak. For me to see, those orc captives should be killed by all..."

This sentence made Varian Jr. a little tangled, even if he just stepped into the social circle of the kings, but once he had received the education of King Ryan anyway, Varian Jr. was very clear that this was actually King Dylan In suggesting him, let him support the proposal to kill the orc captives.

"Your Majesty Dai Lin..."

Varian Wrynn thought for a moment. While sitting in the same carriage with Dai Lin, the little king looked at the admiral in front of him, and he whispered:

"Uncle Lothar once told me that life is the king’s currency, and I must learn to make good use of it. I am thinking that if the life of our people is a precious currency, then the life of an orc must be a currency...even It’s awkward, even if it’s extremely low-value, but you don’t throw your own money into the water, right?”

Little Varian’s answer disappointed King Dailin. He frowned, looking at the successor who was about to return to the southern part of the mainland and rebuilding the Wrynn family dynasty. His fingers were beating on his legs. Finally, he whispered Say:

"I am a king, and so are you, Varian. If this is your decision, then I have no right to interfere, but what I want to say is that, in your opinion, forgiving the enemy is a high-profile act, but I want to say that this is not the kindness of the king, our kindness can only be given to our own people, not a group of invaders..."

"If your father made this decision, what would he do?"

After finishing this sentence, Dai Lin closed her eyes. After a while, he faded the majesty of the king. Like a kind elder, he reached out and patted Varian's shoulder:

"Your relationship with Arthas is very good. I want my little baby Jaina to join your circle. Before you go back to Stormwind City, talk to her more. The matter of Drake’s injury is indeed My little cutie is terrified."

"Uh..."

Varian blinked and smiled and said to Dai Lin:

"But sister Jaina seems to be more willing to play with her peers, but I think I should not bother her and Alsace, maybe tomorrow... the day after tomorrow, I will go and see Prince Drake as a friend go with."

"Hahaha, okay, okay."

His Majesty Dai Lin touched his beard, he said softly:

"The current King of the Storm Kingdom really should be friends with the future King Kul Tiras, little Varian, don't learn from your grandfather and your father, the disadvantages of the isolation policy have already been experienced by you personally, I hope you Under the leadership of the Kingdom, Storm Kingdom can strengthen relations with other countries of mankind."

"At least in my opinion, there is no territorial dispute between Kul Tiras and the Kingdom of Storms, we should be born together..."

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