Volume 9: Disaster Chapter 524: Arthas and Thrall
"Hurry, don't let him get away!"
"Mage, hurry up and slow down!"
"Stun him!"
Amidst fierce shouts, a small BOSS battle was taking place in the wilderness near Snowman Mountain.
Seven or eight adventurers who were leveling up snowmen nearby were surrounding an elite orc monster and attacking it desperately.
The levels of several people were not high, and the highest mage was only level 36, but they had tanks, damage output, and healing. Although it was a temporary team, they fought in an organized manner.
The warrior and the knight grabbed the small BOSS in front of them, and the rest of the people tried their best to deal damage.
The orc elite monster showed no fear in the face of so many enemies. There was no anger or fear in his eyes, only calmness.
He kept moving and dodging, using the positions of the two tanks to avoid the long-range attacks from all around, and was able to hold on for a while.
Puff! A warrior who was fighting against monsters was hit on the head by an orc's axe. The critical hit dealt over 500 damage, and the warrior's health was instantly reduced to one-third, and he was about to die.
The orc casually picked up a green weapon that exploded and put it into his backpack. The next second, he was hit back by a series of long-range attacks.
Without the warrior blocking their shooting range, the few ranged players behind finally launched a round of effective output.
Especially the mage, whose ice spear almost pierced the orc through.
His health dropped to the bottom in an instant, leaving only a thin layer of blood.
The orc stumbled to the ground, seemingly completely without the ability to resist, and the adventurers around him suddenly became excited.
"He's dying!"
"Let me take your head!"
"Haha, this head is mine."
A shadow suddenly appeared behind him. It turned out to be a thief who had been lying in ambush for a long time and wanted to deliver the final blow.
However, at the moment when the thief appeared, the orc, who seemed to be on the verge of death, suddenly turned around and chopped him on the head with a fierce axe.
Phew!
As the orc elite's body fell, the thief was also taken away by one blow.
Then a lot of junk equipment exploded.
It was all gray garbage, rusted daggers, broken shields, and broken axes...
"Fuck, what kind of shitty BOSS is this? Why are all the items it drops garbage?"
The group of people were speechless as they looked at the mess on the ground.
"Haha, you may not know this yet, but this rare elite is a famous dung monster in this area. It doesn't drop very much, but it's very difficult to kill. It has a high IQ and is extremely ruthless. Usually, two or three people can be easily wiped out if they encounter it alone. Last time, a team of five was wiped out by this guy.
And even if you kill it, it won't drop anything good."
"Hey, there's a blue breastplate here."
The hunter who was speaking dug out the only good trophy from the garbage heap, his face full of excitement.
[Silver Scale Breastplate (Excellent)
Item Description: A breastplate made of pure steel with a mithril coating on the surface, which makes it more resistant to magic damage. 】
"Oh, this is a special drop from this monster. It's almost certain to drop. It's a crappy blue item. It only sells for one piece of hardware at the auction house. It's a world drop. You can also make it by forging. It's not worth much."
The adventurers sighed and discussed how to divide the spoils. Meanwhile—
With a flash of white light, Sal appeared in the hotel room.
He opened his eyes and touched his chest. As usual, all the wounds on his body were gone. The previous battle, near-death, death, everything seemed to have never happened.
But the battle did take place.
Thrall could feel that after killing the two adventurers just now, his strength had increased a little.
During this period of time, he ran into the wilderness every day to fight with those adventurers. In the beginning, he was easily killed every time, but with the accumulation of experience, Thrall gradually found the rhythm of the battle and occasionally killed a few adventurers.
By now, Thrall has completely understood the fighting styles of these adventurers, and he can gain something almost every time he goes out.
Of course, he basically died outside every time.
What surprised him was that no matter how terrible the enemy was, no matter where he ran to, as long as he woke up, he would return to this hotel, unharmed.
This made him doubt whether the old man was the legendary god. Everything that happened to him seemed to be inexplicable except by miracles.
However, the old man was unwilling to explain, and he did not dare to ask any further questions. As long as he could continue like this, sooner or later he would become strong enough to defeat Aidan!
Sal thought firmly.
When he opened the backpack, he found that one third of the junk equipment the old man asked him to carry with him was missing, and the silver-scale breastplate was missing as expected.
But Thrall was not nervous. When he walked out of the room, he saw an intact silver-scale breastplate on the table.
Thrall casually put on the silverscale breastplate.
When he arrived at the hotel lobby, the old man was cooking oatmeal porridge. He greeted him without surprise when he saw him coming down.
"How is it? What are the results of the battle?"
"Killed three. There were too many enemies. We could have won..."
"Not bad." The old man said with a smile, "Eat quickly, I just saved a portion for you."
Thrall sat down and began to eat, savoring some of the details of the previous battle.
Suddenly, the old man frowned and looked outside the door.
"Put on the orb quickly, someone is coming."
Thrall quickly activated the Orb of Deception and instantly transformed into a human.
Then a young blond man was seen pushing the door and walking in.
Arthas looked at the hotel in front of him and felt slightly relieved. Fortunately, this hotel was real and he had a place to stay tonight.
He glanced down the hall, lingering on Thrall for a moment before turning to the old man.
"Old man, I need a room, and please prepare some food supplies for me."
As he said this, he slapped a few silver coins on the counter.
The old man glanced at Arthas with a smile, but the name above his head read - [Mysterious Human Warrior].
Another person with a story, the old man thought.
"Well, young guest, we have some freshly cooked oatmeal and barbecue here, why don't you eat together?"
As he spoke, he filled a bowl of porridge, forked a few pieces of barbecued meat onto a plate and brought it up.
Arthas nodded and began to eat voraciously.
After being away from the royal family for so long, Arthas had long lost the flashy character of a prince and could eat any food. The oatmeal porridge tasted quite good, and the hot food seemed to have some kind of magic. After taking a bite, his fatigue seemed to disappear.
The grilled meat was juicy, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. After taking a bite, the lost physical strength instantly surged back up.
Arthas was surprised.
"Old man, this food tastes good."
The old man smiled and said, "Eat more if you like it."
But I was thinking in my heart, I am an old man with master-level cooking skills, of course it will be delicious.
While eating, Arthas was asking for information. Having lived in seclusion for too long, he was eager to obtain all the information he could.
"How far is this place from Alterac City?"
"It's about two days' journey, but if you ride a horse you can get there in one day."
Arthas nodded and continued eating his dinner.
"Are there any dangerous monsters around here?"
"Beastmen, bandits, ice trolls, yetis... Of course, there are also those dire wolves everywhere. This is Alterac, how could there be no monsters? It is said that there are storm giants and frost giants on the dangerous peaks nearby. There has been no peace here since the battle of the Ice Wolf Field."
The Battle of Ice Wolf Plain?
Arthas couldn't help but reveal a look of nostalgia. It seemed like just yesterday when he led the Lordaeron army to participate in the Battle of Ice Wolf Field. At that time, he was full of vigor and vitality, but now...
"Little brother, you look very touched."
"Yes, I also participated in the Battle of Ice Wolf Field. I was a knight of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. I participated in the battle as a guest soldier and killed several orcs with my own hands."
"But I was mainly fighting the ice trolls in that battle, and I witnessed Prince Arthas slaying the ice elemental lord, and Prince Aidan of Alterac slaying the orc chieftain Durotan."
"Crack!" A crisp sound made Arthas look up, only to find that the spoon in the hand of the boy at the other side of the table had been broken somehow.
He couldn't help but look at Thrall a few more times. The human boy's face seemed to be flushed, and Arthas couldn't help but pay attention.
"Silly boy, when you finish eating, go chop the firewood outside." the old man advised.
Thrall nodded, turned around, picked up the axe and walked out.
Dinner was over soon.
It was not completely dark yet. Arthas stood in front of the inn, walked around the inn, and observed the surrounding environment. This was what Tirion taught him. Now that he was being hunted by Godwin, he had to be extra careful.
Even if you are just staying in the wild, you should be prepared to escape at any time.
When I walked near the woodshed, I saw Sal chopping wood.
Watching Thrall chopping wood, Arthas's face became slightly excited.
"That looks good. Are you a warrior?"
"I'm just a farmer." Sal said silently.
Snap! Another piece of wood was split into two cleanly.
"I have seen many farmers, but they can't reach out as well as you do. You must have been in battle, I can see that."
Thrall glared at Arthas and continued chopping wood.
"Don't be so nervous. I mean no harm to you. To be honest, if you need guidance, I can teach you a few tricks so that you can protect yourself if you encounter bandits or beastmen. Since the Battle of Ice Wolf Field, many orcs have been plundering everywhere. To deal with those vicious beasts, only swords and battle axes can make them obedient and reasonable."
Thrall was upset by a few words. Looking at the serious expression on Arthas' face, he almost couldn't help but chop him with an axe, but he finally held back. After all, the boy in front of him had no ill intentions. Although the human boy in front of him was about the same age as him, Thrall had a vague feeling that the other party was very powerful.
"If you have nothing to do, please don't disturb me. I still have work to do."
Arthas smiled, but was not annoyed.
But I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed there was no danger.
Of course, he was not idle, but was more trying to test whether the other party posed any threat.
Night fell quickly.
Arthas tossed and turned in his bed in the hotel but couldn't fall asleep.
As soon as I closed my eyes, I remembered that strange dream. What happened to my second brother? Well, it seems that I can only know the answer after I find my eldest brother Aidan. I hope my eldest brother is still in Alterac.
Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps came from outside the window. He hurriedly jumped out of bed, walked to the window vigilantly, and looked outside sideways.
Hmm? Is that the guy called Sha'er?
But I saw the young man holding an axe and wearing a silver armor, and no one knew where he was going.
Oh no! Did he find out my identity and report me?
Arthas' heart suddenly began to pound and he gripped the hilt of the sword. If he had to, he would have to strike first.
No, we can't judge so quickly, but we must be prepared.
Arthas jumped out of the window silently, and he decided to follow and find out.
After following the man for a while, they walked out of the valley. However, the young man did not seem to have any intention of traveling far. Instead, he walked towards the snowman cave near the valley.
Night is the time for humans to rest, but it is the time for monsters to be active. The snowmen dig moss and young tree shoots in the wilderness, or catch hares and sheep.
Thrall did not turn back into an orc. To these unintelligent snowmen, there was no difference between humans and orcs.
He fights with adventurers during the day, and attacks monsters at night.
A snowman discovered Thrall and immediately let out a roar. Three or five snowmen surrounded Thrall together.
"Come on! Fight me!" Thrall roared, venting the depression in his heart during the day.
Puff! Thrall chopped off the snowman's head with an axe. Thrall had no skill book and no one to learn combat skills from, so he could only rely on instinct to fight.
He had practiced this axe movement countless times, and now he had mastered it to perfection.
Let's call you - decapitation strike!
Thrall muttered to himself, but his hands did not stop. He swung the axe again and killed another snowman.
The third snowman rushed towards him, trying to knock him down with his weight advantage, but Thrall dodged with a nimble step back.
A decapitation blow!
Another instant kill.
Looking at the three corpses on the ground, Thrall finally felt much better. He even had a sense of accomplishment. He really had become stronger.
Suddenly, Sal's ears moved slightly!
Someone!
Snap—Snap—Snap!
Arthas clapped his hands and walked out. "Haha, you said you were not a warrior. What a decapitation strike! I have to say, you really surprised me. This move of yours can be taught and spread as a combat skill."
Arthas was indeed surprised. The opponent obviously had no systematic learning of combat skills and did not have any advanced moves. He was just simply slashing. However, his movements were so sharp and so fast that he already had the aura of a high-level warrior.
Could it be that he created this fighting skill himself?
If so, then he is a natural fighter.
Such talent even made him feel a little amazed.
"Shut up, you have no right to judge me!"
It was unknown where Thrall's anger came from.
"Of course I am qualified. As I said before, I am a knight. Hey, you look very angry. I'm sorry for following you. I just couldn't sleep and went out for a walk. I bumped into you by accident.
Hey, why are you walking towards me with an axe? Are you going to compete with me? Well, I'll play with you then."
Seeing Thrall coming towards him aggressively, Arthas didn't take it seriously at all.
The opponent's skills were indeed good, but compared to a master like him who had participated in major battles and received special training from Tirion Fordring, he was not on the same level at all.
After only seven or eight moves, Thrall was knocked to the ground, but Arthas did not kill him.
"You fight well, but unfortunately you don't have any method. I suggest you find a teacher."
He said, holding out a hand toward Sal.
Sal couldn't help but be startled, and the anger in his heart suddenly dissipated.
"Hmph, there's no need. I can kill people even if no one teaches me."
"Have you killed many people?" Arthas' voice became a little serious. If the other party was just a hot-tempered guy who liked to chop snowmen, he wouldn't care and could even teach him a lesson, but if he was a murderer, that would be different.
"A lot. I would fight any adventurer who dared to cause trouble for me. I have killed at least 800 adventurers, if not 1,000."
"Oh, adventurer, that's okay." Arthas immediately calmed down.
"Okay, I'm sorry to bother you. I think I should go back now. Please continue."
Thrall watched Arthas leave, but he lost interest in continuing the fight. He had trained so hard for so long but couldn't even beat a human boy... Was the opponent too strong?
Maybe I should learn a few tricks from the other party. Why should I be so arrogant just for the sake of revenge?
He ran a few steps to catch up with Arthas, but didn't know how to start.
The two walked side by side into the valley. The sky in the distance was dark and the snow reflected the moonlight. The surroundings were empty and silent except for the occasional howling of direwolves.
Suddenly, they both stopped at the same time.
"Something happened!" Arthas said sternly.
"Something happened!" Sal was horrified.
A beam of fire was rising from the direction of the hotel in the distance.
The two looked at each other and ran towards the hotel together.
From a distance, one could see a large group of ice trolls, human bandits, and beastmen surrounding the inn.
The hotel had been set on fire and there was a burst of wild laughter coming from inside.
"No!" Sal roared, the old man was in danger.
"Don't go over there, there are too many enemies." Arthas tried to hold Thrall back, but Thrall had already rushed out.
Damn it! This idiot! Arthas sighed and followed.
Inside the inn, the Frost Troll Chieftain 'Frozen Big Tooth' and the Orc Bandit Lord 'Blood Sucker' were dividing the looted supplies from the inn.
Even though it's just an inn, there are quite a lot of supplies dropped. Not only are there a lot of food, drinks, gold coins and materials, but there are even dozens of 'Silver Scale Breastplates' in the warehouse. Although they are the lowest-end blue equipment, they are still blue equipment after all, and are quite good for stacking loot value.
This hotel owner even dropped several professional skill books. It really shows that one should not take risks.
Frozen Tooth (Frost Troll Chieftain): "Haha, what an unexpected harvest! I was just looking for a place to station troops, but I didn't expect to find so many goodies."
Bloodthirster (Orc Bandit Lord): "That's right, this valley is perfect for us to station troops. Let's build a monster camp here, kill a few waves of monsters, and save them. Once the battle in Northrend starts, we will immediately launch an attack on Alterac.
I've found out everything. Alterac has come out in full force this time, and the main force has gone to Northrend to seize the Crown of Domination. There are only a few hundred defenders in the city, and the Storm Dragon King is not here. So what do we have to be afraid of?
As long as we take over Alterac, our monster force rating will increase by at least two levels.
We can both level up two levels, and at least we can fight a disaster-level BOSS."
Frozen Tooth (Frost Troll Chieftain): "Can we do it with just our number? We are all wild monsters, without siege weapons, and it's not easy to break down the city gate."
Bloodthirster (Orc Bandit Lord): "What are you afraid of? Aren't there Storm Giant King and Dire Wolf King coming to join the battle? Just let the Storm Giant break down the door. Oh, and there seems to be a wandering white dragon coming to join the battle. With so many monsters, how can you not defeat Alterac?"
The two bosses were talking when suddenly a system prompt sounded in their ears at the same time.
[System prompt: Triggered plot event - [The Awakening of the Hero Thrall], your role in this plot event is - Villain BOSS].
"Hey, the system prompted me that a plot event has been triggered?"
"I heard it too, huh? The awakening of the hero Thrall? This Thrall sounds so familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere before. Damn, could it be that Thrall?"
"That Sal? I don't see anyone else in this hotel?"
Both of them were confused, and then they heard the screams of their men outside the door.
The two rushed out of the inn in a hurry. As soon as they went out, they saw a young man wielding a battle axe, frantically killing the robbers and ice trolls who blocked the way.
He glanced at the name above the boy's head.
The two of them were immediately happy.
'Silly' (Human Warrior) Rare Elite: Level 45, HP 2250.
Frozen Tooth (Frost Troll Chieftain): "Haha, it turns out it was Sha'er, not Thrall. He's just a rare elite. I thought he was a hero."
Bloodthirster (Orc Bandit Lord): "No, there's another one over there. Damn, he's a Gold V hero!"
Frozen Tooth (Frost Troll Chieftain): "What are you afraid of? He's just a lone hero, and a warrior at that. Our boss is stronger than the hero, and there are so many minions. He will be killed even if we pile him up. I'll deal with that Gold Five, and you quickly deal with this 'idiot'."
The two BOSSes assigned tasks instantly. The Frost Troll Chieftain called on his men to besiege Arthas together, and the Orc bandit leader grinned and rushed towards Thrall.
When Thrall rushed to the door of the inn, he was stunned. A burly orc was looking at him with greedy eyes. Behind him, he could see the bloody body of an old man lying on his back on the floor of the inn.
"No!" Thrall roared and looked fiercely at the orc bandit lord in front of him.
He had always been looking forward to meeting his fellow countrymen one day, but at this moment, he only felt anger in his heart.
