What kind of person is Sal?
He is nine feet three inches tall, broad-shouldered, with a round face and long fangs, and looks no different from the second brother Gaomao.
Very good at fighting.
He is educated, loves human literature, and is familiar with the art of war and strategy.
His real name is Guyir, his biological parents are from a famous Frostwolf family, and his adoptive father is an ambitious man.
That's right, Carlos Barov is not the only smart person in the alliance. Edras Blackmore's original purpose of training Thrall was to rebel against Carlos' old father-in-law.
You may not believe it, but Thrall was raised according to the standards of an orc leader.
In Blackmoore's plan, Thrall is the key to his indirect control of the orcs.
After all, as a veteran who had experienced the Second Orc War, Blackmore did not despise the orcs in the shelter like the young man did now. He still clearly remembered how desperate the dark tide was back then.
So he raised Thrall.
An orc who is energetic, alert and strong.
Inspired by Thrall, the veterans who escaped from the Alterac Road Construction Brigade began to regain their energy.
Thrall also gained more knowledge about the past from these prisoners of war, and his heart gradually became heavier.
Because the Barov family’s ten years of ideological and political education are not in vain.
Although they are unwilling to be dogs for humans, these orc veterans have internally accepted the conclusion that this war was the fault of the tribe.
This argument also affected Thrall.
What's more, Thrall assassinated a "Glory Orc" without understanding the details, and Alterac easily let him go.
So Thrall was prepared to deal with his pursuers.
However, until they hid in the depths of the Alterac Mountains, they did not encounter any pursuers. They were really the children of the plane blessed by God.
Where has Spartacus gone?
Lost on the road of life?
Of course it's impossible.
There was only one reason that could make Spartacus give up pursuing Thrall.
That is when he met a more valuable target.
Gromsh Hellscream.
The last order Ner'zhul gave before he threw himself into the trap of becoming the Lich King was to trick the Warsong clan.
Ner'zhul reopened the name of darkness and ordered Gromsh Hellscream to lead his people to the Eastern Kingdom to burn, kill and plunder, which really caught the ascendant Stormwind City off guard in the early stages.
But although Carlos Barov disappeared, Turalyon and a series of generals were still there, and those veterans of many battles were still there. The countries of Lordaeron reacted excessively and gave up the internal fighting and ran over, defeating the Warsong clan. Then call me an oops and I'll go.
In other words, Gromsh Hellscream was too cautious and did not fully believe in Ner'zhul's promise, so he managed to survive.
Because the legendary orb that Ner'zhul gave to Gromsh Hellscream, which could close the Dark Portal and block enemy soldiers, was actually a detonating device.
Although Gromsh Hellscream escaped Ner'zhul's plot, the Dark Portal was under the control of the Alliance until it was closed due to the explosion of Draenor. The direct consequence of this was that the Warsong clan could not return. went.
Although they have fought hard for several years and suffered heavy casualties, the Warsong clan still has strength.
With the secret support of Reid Blackhand, there are still a large number of Warsong Orcs active in the vast area north of the Burning Plains and south of the Arathi Highlands.
But Gromsh Hellscream never trusted the old Blackhand's foolish son.
Just because of the assassination of Terenas Menethil II, Uther and Arthas led the Knights of the Silver Hand to return to the city of Lordaeron, and the Warsong orcs got a chance to breathe.
Like Thrall, after hearing the rumors about the Frostwolf clan, Gromsh Hellscream also decided to find allies and set foot on the land of Alterac.
Spartacus noticed the clues and decisively gave up the pursuit of Thrall, turning his head to meet him.
In a sense, Thrall owes Gromsh Hellscream his life.
Although young Thrall can fight, he is still too green in front of these tribe's only remaining sword masters.
Especially Sal, who grew up in the human world, was obsessed with hunting and picking vegetables.
When Spartacus was closest, he was less than a hilltop away from Thrall.
"This kind of battle trace is the style of the Warsong clan."
Spartacus made his judgment while inspecting the ruins of a patrol post.
"Abandon our original goal, you, and you, go back the way we came, take a long detour and take the main road, go to the nearest legion to seek reinforcements, the others will follow me to meet our old friends."
Spartacus made the calmest judgment.
A pursuit team of fifty people was used to hunt down Thrall and several orc fugitives. It was an absolute fuss, and the elements of demonstration and loyalty were greater than actual needs.
But if it were to be used against Gromsh Hellscream, Spartacus was not confident of victory.
Because Spartacus is a sword master, so is Gromesh Hellscream.
The men brought out by Spartacus were all orc veterans who had repented of their crimes, and so were those around Gromsh Hellscream.
It's almost a mirror image of the rivalry.
You can't be too careful.
In particular, the Warsong Clan has obviously taken the blood of demons, and their individual soldier abilities are even slightly stronger than those of Spartacus' veterans who have successfully "recovered from drugs".
Therefore, the safest way is to entangle Gromsh Hellscream and his party, and then mobilize heavy troops to directly surround and kill them.
However, Gromsh Hellscream was able to lead the clan to escape from the heavy siege of the Alliance, and his innate keen insight into the battlefield was something Spartacus never possessed.
The two sword masters unanimously chose the ASS ASS IN tactic.
The end result turned into an encounter.
This time, in an away game, the Warsong Orcs were in the majority.
Gromesh Hellscream brought eighty-six people with him, while Spartacus only had forty-eight people including himself.
Eighty-seven to forty-eight, the Glory Orcs faced the dilemma of one versus two.
But after gaining Carlos's understanding, Spartacus, veterans who had completed their atonement, were at an absolute advantage in terms of equipment.
The battle begins with a reminiscence of old times.
"Gromsh, I really didn't expect it to be you."
"Yo, let me see, this voice, Spartacus, you're still alive."
"Say your purpose."
"Tell me, your armor and your weapons were stolen from humans."
"I'm sorry, as you can see, this is my choice now, this is my position now."
"A dog that chooses to be a human?"
"Of course not, I want to be my own master."
"Aha, this joke is not funny. Do you think we orcs can coexist peacefully with humans? In this war, either you die or I die."
Amid the laughter of the Warsong Orcs, the Glory Orcs' anger level soared.
Because they seem to have seen their past.
The so-called small talk was just preparation time for everyone to test the depth and pull the formation, and neither side took it seriously.
Gromsh Hellscream's side is the Warsong clan, and Spartacus's side is the Blackstone Orcs. After all, where can such deep brotherhood come from?
It's just that Spartacus and Gromsh Hellscream met each other when they were both participating in the Sword Master assessment in the Burning Blade Clan.
"Come back, return to your tribe, and let us turn this world upside down! Only the strong can own such a fertile land, and those humans will become our slaves sooner or later."
Gromsh Hellscream's proposal was serious.
"I refuse. The orcs have paid such a heavy price for Ner'zhul and Gul'dan's lies. I have no interest in your ambitions."
Spartacus's answer was also extremely serious.
"So you and the traitors around you are determined to be dogs for the Alliance?"
"Is there any real difference between what you do and what I do, the flea on Mannoroth?"
"Hmm...ah~~~~ho!"
"glory!"
With a word of disagreement, the battle begins.
Although the Warsong orcs were encircling them, their armaments were severely worn due to long-term difficulties. After Gromesh Hellscream failed to blow Spartacus's head off with his Gorehowl, the battle directly entered a fever pitch.
The martial arts of the two sword masters are obviously beyond the understanding of other orcs. Gromsh and Spartacus are surrounded by a restricted area of death. No other orcs can intervene. The encirclement of the Warsong orcs makes the single front slightly weak. , the Glory Orcs took advantage of the armor to open a gap and gain a small advantage.
The headcount comparison is now
Sixty-nine to forty-one.
However, the tragic battle situation stimulated the outbreak of demon blood. In the state of blood rage, the Warsong clan was full of explosive power.
After the second meeting, the number of people was
Fifty-seven to thirty.
The Glory Orcs began to form a formation to protect Spartacus. Although the Warsong Orcs still had nearly twice the numerical advantage, their lack of long-range weapons prevented them from quickly defeating their opponents.
This is when armor becomes very useful.
After the third round of fighting, the number of people was
Forty-nine to twenty-seven.
Back then, Spartacus, who couldn't even defeat Carlos, couldn't take ten moves in front of Gromsh Hellscream.
After all, what was in front of him was not only the master tactician of the Warsong Clan, but also a genius rarely seen in the orcs for hundreds of years.
Tolerant, cunning, and resorting to all possible means.
Gromsh's leadership skills masked his powerful martial arts, but Spartacus knew that before the tribe was established, in the era longer than drinking the blood of demons, and in the era when the entire orcs were still enslaved by the ogres, Gromesh Hellscream has the record of killing the Ten Thousand Captains of the Goria Empire.
Sword Master is the title of the most powerful orc.
But they are both sword masters, and the differences between sword masters are like clouds and mud.
If it hadn't been for these ten years of continuous hard work, I would probably have been hacked to death by Gorehowl.
Spartacus suddenly exerted force and forced Gromesh to change his moves to dodge, and then withdrew to join the battle group to help his companions open a gap to break through the surrounded situation.
At this time, the number of people on both sides is
Forty-one to twenty-two.
At this time, only twenty-seven seconds had passed since the battle began.
It is so terrifying that the same kind of people who are not afraid of death will kill each other.
After splitting a Glory Orc with an ax, Gromesh Hellscream seized the opportunity and used a desperate jump attack to kill Spartacus.
However, under the tone of blood and steel, a touch of holy light appeared and shone across the entire scene.
Holding the holy shield, Spartacus turned around and swept forward, but Gromsh blocked it with the handle of his axe.
The two are equally powerful, and neither can do anything to the other.
"That's it. I'm not here to fight you."
Even after drinking demon blood, Gromsh Hellscream still maintained his sanity during the battle.
He came here to find the Frostwolf clan who had escaped from the world, not to kill the traitors.
If the fight continues, even if all these honorary orcs are killed, the losses of the Warsong orcs will not be much less.
"Then stop."
Although the leaders on both sides were in agreement and were ready to stop fighting, the red-eyed orcs still spent a lot of time before stopping the fighting.
Taking into account the battle that lasted for just over a minute, the final headcount ratio was
Thirty-three to seventeen.
"If we were still comrades-in-arms, we alone could kill an entire human legion."
Gromesh Hellscream looked at the corpses on the ground and couldn't calm down for a long time.
"Without if, the tribe has failed, and we are just poor people who were deceived and ignorant, and are sinners."
Spartacus's heart was also aching, and his hatred for Ner'zhul and Gul'dan deepened.
"Come on, my reinforcements are coming soon."
Spartacus himself didn't understand why he said this, but it seemed that if he didn't say it, his heart would hurt.
"Bury my clansmen for me. They died in battle with honor."
Gromsh had never been a procrastinator. When he heard that there were pursuers, he turned around and left without hesitation.
And Spartacus looked at the remains of the orcs all over the ground. Until the Warsong orcs followed their leader and disappeared into the depths of the mountain forest, he didn't know who he was promising to.
"I try my best."
In an unexpected but reasonable battle, Gromsh Hellscream gave up his plan to go to the Alterac Mountains to find the Frostwolf clan, and Spartacus failed to capture the intended target.
In this battle, the orc elites suffered heavy casualties regardless of camp.
Sal became the only beneficiary.
After checking the results of the battle and listening to Spartacus' report in person, Carlos nodded with satisfaction and asked what Spartacus wanted.
"Loyalty must be rewarded, and merit must be rewarded. Make your demands."
"Your Majesty, I hope you will allow me to bury the orcs who died in the battle with dignity."
"Does this count... all orcs?"
"yes……"
After a brief silence, Carlos nodded.
"Those bodies are yours."
Sweat oozed from beneath Spartacus's iron helmet.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Don't thank me, this is your reward, you deserve it. I can understand it, but I don't agree with it."
Carlos paused here.
"Even if you ask me to pardon the crimes of ten thousand orc prisoners of war, I will agree. Understand, Spartacus. But I respect your choice."
"I……"
Carlos interrupted Spartacus.
"Think about it carefully, what caused the miserable situation of the orcs now, and what caused you to kill each other. Is it the alliance? Is it humans?"
"No, it's us. It's the Burning Legion. It's the devil's trick."
Spartacus replied firmly.
