Volume 8: The Road to the Ancient Dragon Chapter 472: Thrall's Determination
Thrall stood in the shadow of the corridor, looking at the closed door of the guest room in front of him, his heart beating like a war drum.
He held a woodcutting axe in his hand, which was the only weapon he could find. He was quite skilled at using it to chop wood and drive away wild beasts. But at this moment, looking at the door that was so close at hand and feeling the pressure in the air, his hands could not stop shaking.
I don't know when, sweat has soaked my palms.
Don't be afraid, don't retreat, you have to cheer up, Thrall, do you remember your vow of revenge!
Thrall still clearly remembers the night that changed his life. Countless warriors of the Frostwolf Clan fled back to the tribe in panic. The orc warriors who were originally high-spirited became dispirited and fled for their lives.
"What happened?" he asked loudly at that time.
"We were defeated. We were defeated by humans."
"Where's my father?"
"Chief Durotan was killed by human heroes."
To this day, Sal can still recall the despair and anger he felt at that time.
"Who killed my father?" he shouted loudly.
"A dragon, a human who can turn into a dragon, Aidan, that man's name is Aidan!" The orc warriors fled the Frostwolf Clan camp crying and fled into the wilderness, leaving only Thrall standing in that temporary home.
Aidan! Aidan! Aidan! I'm going to kill you!
Young Thrall swore a secret oath, which was followed by a long period of wandering and escape. He was hunted down by the Alliance's army, by Alliance's adventurers, by wild beasts and snowmen, and finally ended up in this remote valley.
He originally thought that he would hide for the rest of his life in this valley, and all the hatred and fear would gradually fade away. Until today, when he saw the human named Aidan with his own eyes, Thrall suddenly understood that revenge, fighting, the glory of his ancestors, blood and hatred, all of this was his destiny.
I must kill Aidan!
Sal muttered to himself, but his hands couldn't help shaking.
Even though they only met a few times during the day and their conversations did not exceed five sentences, the human named Aidan still brought him tremendous psychological pressure.
When he saw with his own eyes the human who killed his father, he suddenly understood why his fearless, powerful and god-like father died at the hands of that human.
That man frightened him. His strange eyes with vertical pupils seemed to hide dark red lightning.
The gloomy atmosphere made the air freeze.
Every gesture and movement is an invisible deterrent.
When standing next to that person, an invisible pressure made Sal breathless. When he looked at the other person, he vaguely saw a terrifying shadow from that person.
It's awe-inspiring.
Sal recalled Aidan's figure and those eyes, and his hands trembled even more.
Fear involuntarily rose to my heart.
He breathed heavily, tried to close his eyes, and tried to recall the fighting techniques in his memory.
He vaguely recalled his father teaching him how to use an axe when he was a child.
"See this wooden stake? Chop it hard with the axe. Remember, the axe can only hurt the head. You must control the center of gravity and distance, like this."
Durotan said this as he swung his axe and with a crack, the thick log was instantly split in half.
The young Thrall raised his axe and chopped down with all his might, but it hit the dirt next to the woodpile.
Uncle Saurfang, who was watching the fun nearby, burst into laughter, while Uncle Samuro, who was wiping his blade, shook his head.
Thrall looked at his father somewhat embarrassedly, but Durotan smiled tolerantly.
"You are still young, my child, but one day you will become a powerful warrior." He stroked Thrall's hair with his hand, and the warm touch seemed to have happened just yesterday.
Thrall opened his eyes suddenly, and saw no father in front of him, only a dark corridor. He looked at the axe in his hands, and his hands holding the axe became unusually steady at this moment.
If a player passes by, he will be surprised to find that a ball of golden light suddenly appears above Thrall's head, and the name on his head also changes dramatically.
Fool (warrior).
Although he knew that he was still extremely weak compared to the opponent, at that moment, Thrall found the feeling of a warrior.
Just as he was about to rush into the door regardless of everything, a crisp voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
Thrall was startled. He turned around suddenly and found that it was the girl who walked with Aidan during the day. Her long golden hair gleamed in the dark, and her sapphire eyes looked at him vigilantly, and the staff in her hand was faintly pointing at him.
"I-I-" Thrall thought quickly-"I heard that Prince Aidan is a great warrior. I want to learn some fighting skills from him."
"You? Fighting skills? Hahahaha." Jaina laughed .
Thrall's face suddenly turned red, "I am a warrior!"
"Don't be ridiculous. Prince Aidan is not someone you can disturb. If you really want to learn fighting skills, go find the big guy outside. Maybe he can teach you a few moves."
Thrall knew that the other party was talking about the giant named Asona. It was the first time he saw such a tall and strong human, even more muscular than the orcs. Although not as scary as Aidan, he still scared him.
He was about to say something to explain, but Jaina waved her hand and said, "Take me to the stable. I want to see the white wolf."
Thrall hesitated for a moment, but finally put down his axe and walked towards the animal pen with Jaina.
He had no hostility towards the human girl in front of him. Compared to those powerful people who made him feel unattainable, the girl in front of him was much more approachable.
The two came to the animal pen behind the inn, where the Frostwolf Fenrir was lying.
When Thrall saw the white wolf, his heart ached again. He knew very well that Fenrir had clearly recognized him during the day.
He was very sure of this, as he often played with Fenrir when he was young. The Frostwolf was the pet, mount, and fighting partner of the Frostwolf orcs. He was even considered a family member .
He still remembered his father once said that when he was six years old, he would choose a Frostwolf for him and they would grow up together. Obtaining a Frostwolf was both an honor and a sacred ritual. Orcs chose the Frostwolf, and the Frostwolf also chose the orcs, and they became companions of all living things.
Unfortunately, he never got to wait for his partner.
"Hey." He exchanged a low voice.
Fenrir opened his eyes and looked at him calmly, then he stuck out his tongue and licked the palm of Thrall's hand.
"Wow, how did you do that? Aidan's mount never obeys anyone's orders. I can't even touch it when I want to. During the day, I thought it would eat you."
Thrall explained: "The Frostwolves are not mindless beasts, but intelligent beings. As long as you respect them, you will be respected in return."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you know a lot about wild animals. "
As Jaina spoke, she suddenly knelt down to Fenrir, then reached out her hand and stroked Fenrir's hair. As expected, Fenrir did not resist and let the two of them touch his hair.
"Oh, I wish I had a mount like this. My father bought me a pony, but I don't like it very much."
"Why?"
"Only what you get yourself is meaningful. Prince Aidan killed the orc chieftain himself, and this frost wolf is his trophy."
Sal immediately clenched the axe, the anger in his heart suddenly emerged, and his teeth were grinding.
Jaina sensed his change, "What's wrong with you?"
"My father died in that war."
"Oh, sorry." Jaina said, which surprised Thrall a little. He thought she was some kind of high-ranking human noble lady.
"Nothing, he died very bravely, this is the fate of being a warrior." Thrall said, suddenly looking at Jaina, "Do you hate orcs? I mean, have you participated in the war with orcs?"
"I have never been on the battlefield, but I did kill an orc assassin in Lordaeron. But that has nothing to do with you. This place is good. It is better to stay here than to die in battle. There are wars everywhere now. If you go to the battlefield like this, you will not survive more than a few battles."
"I am a warrior." Thrall couldn't help but say loudly.
Jaina laughed. "Well, if you are ready someday, I can take you on an adventure."
"I have no interest in taking risks. I want revenge."
"Ah, so you want to go to the battlefield? The orcs are attacking Quel'Thalas, and the Alliance army is about to set out. You can enlist."
"The tribe is back? Didn't the chieftain die?"
"Yes, but there is a new chieftain now, he seems to be an orc named Ba Dao Wu Qing."
Ruthless Blade? Thrall didn't know much about this name, but that didn't stop him from admiring him. To be able to become the Great Chieftain, he must be a powerful orc. Perhaps he could go find Ruthless Blade and join the Horde, maybe that would give him a chance to take revenge.
Looking at Thrall's gnashing teeth, Jaina misunderstood his thoughts.
"Are you going to look for Ba Dao Wu Qing? I advise you not to have such an idea. Those orcs are very cruel. They will not let anyone go, including the elderly, women, and children..."
These words were very irritating to Thrall. The orcs were noble warriors who fought for glory. How could they attack the elderly, women and children?
What was even more irritating to him was the other party's contempt.
"I'm not a kid, I'm a warrior."
Sal said, puffing out his chest with pride.
Jaina blinked her eyes as if she had discovered a new world. It's true, this silly boy named Shaer, although he looks young, is very strong with solid arms, broad chest and back. Maybe he can become an excellent warrior after some training.
"Okay, okay, you are a warrior, alright, alright - warrior fool, I'm going to go back and rest, see you tomorrow."
She rubbed her hand on the wolf's head and turned away.
The girl left, but Sal was confused.
Should he go find the chieftain, or continue his revenge?
Unconsciously, he returned to the corridor and looked at the door in confusion for a long time.
"If you're going to do it, I suggest you change your weapon. The thing you have in your hand can't cut through dragon scales."
An old voice sounded behind him, and Sal turned back awkwardly, like a primary school student who was caught skipping school.
The old man was not angry. Instead, he looked at him with a smile and said, "If you don't plan to do it, then come with me and we can have a good talk."
Sal followed the old man into his room.
The old man poured him a glass of cider. Sal drank it in one gulp and finally calmed down.
He removed the Orb of Deception from his neck and instantly transformed back into an orc.
During this period of time, he hid his identity in this way.
The Orb of Deception changed his appearance to that of a human, and also gave him a human perspective on the world.
He gradually came to understand human society, and the more he understood, the more confused he became.
Only when he is alone with the old man will he return to his original appearance.
"So there are your enemies among those people?"
"Prince Aidan, he killed my father."
"Oh, then you have made a terrible enemy. Prince Aidan is a man of the hour, very powerful, he has slain countless dragons, and it is said that he has even killed an ancient god. Some even believe that he is the strongest player currently. It will not be easy to seek revenge on him."
Thrall didn't know what a player was, but he understood what the other party meant.
"No matter how difficult it is, I will do it. The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable. A real man should do what he should do and should not do what he should not do. This is what you taught me."
"That's true, but it shouldn't be now. If you go to kill Aidan now, the only result will be death. With your current strength, you can't win even if the other party stands still and lets you chop him.
Didn’t I teach you that it’s never too late for a gentleman to take revenge?”
Sal lowered his head dejectedly, he knew that the old man was right.
But how can we become stronger?
How can I become as strong as my father? No, I have to be stronger than my father. Only in this way can I defeat Aidan.
"I don't know much about game upgrades, but I do know the general process. Improving strength is nothing more than occupation, rank, level, skills, and equipment. The only way to obtain these is to fight. Fight continuously, kill more monsters, and you will naturally gain experience and upgrade, and naturally you will get equipment. As for the rank, it seems that you need to complete amazing achievements and defeat powerful enemies..."
Thrall listened to the old man's words and suddenly felt hopeful. "You can teach me, right? Just like you taught me the principles of life and the knowledge, you can also teach me how to fight, right?
You told me about your fighting experiences when you were young. Although I didn’t understand much, I knew you were also a warrior.”
"Haha, of course, but my fighting is completely different from yours. However... I do have a solution.
Do you still remember those adventurers?"
Of course I remember that when Thrall was wandering in the wilderness, he met many adventurers from the Alliance and was attacked many times. He still couldn't figure out how he survived. He always had a vague fear of these mad dog-like adventurers.
"Go find those adventurers and fight them. If I remember correctly, you should be able to gain experience by killing adventurers, and you can also get their equipment. As long as you kill enough adventurers, you will become stronger."
Thrall was a little nervous, "But I can't beat them. There are so many of them."
"Then use your brain. Was everything I taught you in vain?"
"What if I die?"
The old man smiled mysteriously, "Don't worry, I'm here and I won't let you die. Just go and fight those adventurers and try your best to defeat them. It would be best if you win, but if you are defeated, I will rescue you."
Thrall found it a little hard to believe. In a battle, life and death often depended on just a moment. He was fighting in close combat with those adventurers, and the old man would not go with him. How could he save him?
Was it some kind of magic? Yes, the old man must be a wizard, like the shamans in the tribe, possessing some extraordinary power that he could not understand.
The old man said confidently: "Just trust me. Do you think I would lie to you? Anyway, I won't let you die. But you have to be careful. You can only fight adventurers. Don't fight powerful heroes like Aidan or famous bosses. If you do that, I won't be able to save you."
Thrall could understand that although the old man was powerful, he was not a god. If the enemy was too powerful, it might be beyond the scope of his magic.
Sal immediately showed a determined look, "Okay, once those people leave, I will go fight with the adventurers. I want to become stronger, and when I am strong enough, I will seek revenge on Aidan."
The next day, when Murphy walked out of the room, he found breakfast was ready.
After breakfast, Murphy couldn't wait to embark on his journey.
When he led his army out of the valley, he noticed the young man named Shaer, watching him from afar.
He felt a little strange, but then he thought of a reasonable explanation.
This fool is most likely a player. After all, only a player would come up with such a strange name.
And maybe they are even my fans.
After all, I am considered a celebrity, so it’s not surprising.
He waved to the young man in the distance and led his army into the vast snowfield.
