From the first time he fought the orcs and faced off against the sword master, Carlos had a question.
These guys are so strong that they have no scientific basis, and they are so fierce that they have no basis for magic.
The strength of the orcs can also be understood by the bonus of their natural physique and demon blood.
But the strength of the Sword Master has already surpassed the physical strength and reached a kind of strength similar to Tao.
To borrow the words of a game commentator who cannot complete the live broadcast independently, it is a gap in understanding.
There are differences and gaps in the understanding of martial arts and skills.
Carlos had faced the Juggernaut on the battlefield, winning, drawing, and losing. They have been driven away, severely injured, and killed, but never captured.
Not even the body. As long as those orc soldiers are killed in battle, they will snatch the corpse like crazy.
So after capturing Spartacus alive, Carlos spent a lot of precious resources to revive the sword master.
At first, Carlos used the holy light to treat Spartacus, but it severely burned the orc swordmaster's dying body. After successfully renewing his life with herbs and magic potions, Fang Brick extracted the orc's blood sample and analyzed that there was an unusually active magic reaction in it.
Demon blood!
But as time went by, this magical reaction gradually faded and became calm.
Although stimulating Spartacus with the holy light will still make the orc sword master miserable, it is mostly mental rather than physical.
Therefore, the daily baptism of Holy Light, a treatment that is rare for other human beings, became a kind of torture here in Spartacus.
And the Paladins of Alterac never tire of it.
However, long-term exposure to the Holy Light dispelled the bloodthirsty curse imposed on Spartacus by the demon's blood, allowing Spartacus to calm down mentally.
Although orcs are brave and warlike, they are not mindless destroyers.
After calming down, the orc swordmaster reflected on his past in the cell and felt a deep sense of guilt.
"That is not a blessing from power at all, it is the blood of demons that dominates our will."
Spartacus didn't feel much guilt about what he had done. The winner was the king and the loser was the enemy. Losing was nothing more than a life. But he hates Mannoroth, the demons, and the Burning Legion. But it was accompanied by rising anger.
What have we done?
Compatriots from each clan were forced to drink the blood of demons, and those who refused would die.
The draenei massacred Shattrath, burning the centuries-old friendship between the two races to ashes.
He changed his beliefs and persecuted the original shamans.
The Juggernaut, who regained his clarity of mind, chose to cooperate with the prisoners' experiments in order to seek more profound revenge.
Because this life is still useful. Since the will of my ancestors wants me to wake up, I cannot let my people remain ignorant in the chaos.
Because of Spartacus's cooperation. So Fang Brick agreed to give the orc books to relieve his worries and kill time.
Originally, I wanted to know more about the human world. But the books provided by Fang Bian are similar to "Who the Holy Light Shines on", "Three Hundred Years of Alien Creatures Illustrated Book", and "Chicken Soup for the Soul".
After the initial difficulties, the orc swordmaster mastered the arrangement of the expected words in the human common language and understood the meaning of these books.
It seems to make sense!
Religious or spiritual books are written for those who think too much.
An orc, in the ocean of words, was influenced by human thoughts.
"I know you. Congratulations. Although no one told me, I guessed from the conversation of the guards that you have become the king."
Sword Master Spartacus saw the door open. Then he put down the book in his hand.
"That's good, an orc who can communicate. To be honest, I've had enough of your idiot compatriots who just shout lkar gar."
Amid the awkward look on the guard's face, Carlos pulled up a chair and sat in front of the orc.
"What do you want from me, human being? The secret of a sword master lies in years of hard training. If you want to use my blood to quickly become a human sword master, it is nothing more than a dream."
Spartacus's Common Tongue was not standard, but it did not hinder his communication with Carlos.
"Without this interest, not one or two Sword Masters died under the hands of the Paladins. In the war, the role of an individual is far less important than that of a legion. You are willing to reveal the secrets of the Sword Master. We will give you better conditions, It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to tell me, I won’t force you.”
Two equally strong men looked at each other.
"I personally will not apologize for what I did in the past, because in a war, everyone is just a soldier, and I did nothing wrong."
"I accept your statement."
Carlos said calmly.
"But as an orc, I'm sorry. It's our fault for invading your world."
"Oh, it's a very novel statement. This is the first time I've heard of it."
Carlos finally had a playful smile on his face
"Demon blood, your vocabulary is very appropriate. Although the blood of Mannoroth has given us strength, we have easily defeated the Draenei, the arakkoa, and the mountain Goron and the plains. Ogre. However, we lost to ourselves. Everything was like a nightmare. We thought everything was our own will and thought that we were the masters of this power. But thank you for your holy light punishment. When I woke up When I came, I realized that we were wrong, it was Mannoroth who dominated our will. We thought we made the decision, but it wasn't."
Carlos listened quietly to the orc's confession, without ridiculing or trying to persuade him.
Seeing that the other party did not answer, Spartacus continued after a brief silence: "I will not bear the sins of the entire race alone, nor can I. Besides, the outcome of this war is uncertain. So I can only give With a promise like yours, if you are defeated and you humans are defeated, I will try my best to protect you people. But if you win and try to cause trouble for those behind us orcs, I can help you."
"Oh? Don't you beg me to forgive the orcs for their crimes?"
Carlos found this orc more and more interesting.
"Come on, don't think I'm a fool. No one who can become a sword master is a fool. You are just the king of Alterac. You cannot represent the entire human race. If your alliance wins, I can foresee the fate of the orcs, nothing more. We just returned to Draenor with heavy casualties. Why should I plead with you?"
Spartacus looked at Carlos with a mocking look.
"So, what help can you provide in fighting those demons, Lord Sword Master."
Carlos decided to get to the point.
"I can help you train your elite soldiers."
"Ha, can you beat me?"
Carlos let out a disdainful chuckle.
"You can't beat me, but that doesn't mean that your martial arts skills are better than mine, it's just that your physical fitness is stronger than mine. Forgive my offense, if you were the same size as me and as strong as I am, I wouldn't need ten moves to kill you. "
"But without if, I can pick you up by your neck with one hand."
Spartacus suddenly punched, and Carlos' reaction was not slow. With a bang, the guards drew their weapons one after another.
Carlos waved his hand, signaling the guards to step back.
"Interesting, what is this?"
“The power you gain from mastering your anger.”
Carlos couldn't help but cursed inwardly.
"anger?"
"Call it whatever you want. Although the devil's blood dominates my will, it also makes me more aware of how to control my anger instead of being dominated by it."
Spartacus replied.
"Aren't you afraid that we will use our anger to deal with the orcs?"
Carlos frowned and asked, feeling that there seemed to be a problem here.
"Don't be afraid. Learning to control anger is not something that can be accomplished overnight, and a war cannot last that long. Either you kill me before you are defeated, or the orcs are defeated and you counterattack and the day comes that you won't worry about."
Spartacus explained his reasons.
It makes so much sense, I’m speechless.
"Tell me about you orcs and Draenor. A Draenei jewelry and craftsman named Leonardo told me before. I want to hear what the orcs have to say. "
Carlos decided to ignore this difficult topic for now.
"Oh, that profiteer is actually still alive?"
Spartacus suddenly became interested.
"Profiteer?"
Carlos couldn't help but gossip.
"Well, a profiteer, the uncle of Saint Solandar of the Fire Blade Mine. He often gets some scraps from Solandar to make jewelry works that look great but are actually of poor quality to cheat money."
"Well, you're actually bragging about his skills in disguise, right?"
"The craftsmanship is not bad, but it's a pity that he is a profiteer."
Spartacus commented pertinently. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
