Chapter 123

On the third day after the end of the battle, Dick awoke from his deep sleep.

He lies on the bed of the command room, but his consciousness still stays on the battlefield of killing demons. As soon as his eyes are opened, the whole person jumps up from the bed. As a result, he is weak and weak, and his painful body is mixed with him. He utters the unbearable wail. Dick jumps in mid air, and then falls to the ground in a very embarrassed form.

"Bang!"

With a dull noise, Dick rubbed his head and got up from the ground.

Chest, abdomen, legs, the whole body in addition to the left arm does not hurt, almost no place is normal, it is tingling, like the feeling after being scalded.

The paladin moved his body to the chair, opened the drawer, took out the master's pipe, inhaled the air, and held it in his mouth.

"Wisdom is priceless!"

The secret language was uttered, and the empty ebony pipe appeared full of tobacco leaves, and then lit up automatically.

"Furfural... Comfortable..."

The white smoke shrouded Dick's face. He leaned back on the chair, put his other hand in front of his eyes, and a touch of familiar numbers jumped into his eyes.

"Dick don"

"Lord"

"23 years old, male, healthy"

"Strength 180 (+ 60), agility 180 (+ 60), energy 1150 (+ 300), holy energy 650 (+ 300)"

"Class template: Paladin - damage increased by 100% when opponent is an unordered creature"

"Lord template: stansom. Followers: elitist Paladin "lyadeline"

Evaluation: the power of the dragon has been activated. Although it is a primary blessing, you may have a nickname "Knight of the dragon" in the future

Dick's eyes widened, "all attributes + 30" power of the dragon, which was the last reward for saving the Green Dragon Queen and ilankus. It was a blessing given to Dick by ilankus who had recovered his mind. It is said that it will be opened after he completely fits his body. So Dick wasn't curious.

What really surprised him was that his real energy value, that is, endurance and life, had doubled strangely!

"What's the situation? Has my recharged plug-in finally been activated? "

Dick clenched his fist to himself and felt the blood flowing in his body. Not surprisingly, the tenacity of his body and the viscosity of his blood were improved a lot, which means that Dick's fighting ability and healing ability were improved a lot.

Although it is not as good as the numerical value, but this "unexpected joy", or let Dick's face dignified.

The inexplicable growth of strength is not simply a good thing, especially in the wonderful world of Azeroth, there are many ways to make a person's strength several times out of thin air, but without exception, it is a fatal situation.

"Anwena, do you know what happened after I was in a coma?"

Dick put his finger on the handle of the hammer on the weapon rack beside the table, and little Lori's feeble voice came into Dick's mind.

"Fool! idiot! idiot! I don't want to talk to you! It's hard... "

"What's the matter?"

Dick frowned and asked. He noticed that the light on the hammer had become thinner, which made him worried that in the dangerous devil battlefield, without the "holy light" provided by the fire of justice for free, Dick's combat effectiveness would be reduced by at least one fifth out of thin air.

Although he usually pampers anweina and tries not to disturb the dormancy of the spirit of the sun, he can't let little Lori do anything wrong in this matter of his own life.

"Oh! I don't know... I just feel that I'm more and more compatible with hammer! It may take some time to really connect yourself with hammer. It's hard! Fool, when someone completes this connection, your hammer will become bigger and smaller ~! "

“…”

Dick rubbed the corner of his eyebrow. This function is not attractive at all.

"Besides getting bigger and smaller? Nothing else? For example, let me triple my combat effectiveness and so on... "

"Go away!"

Anwena's roar vibrated back and forth in Dick's head. The paladin covered his ears, but it was useless. At last, he had to bite his teeth to admit defeat.

"Well! Your state has affected the hammer... How long do you need? And tell me what happened after I went into a coma? "

"I don't know how long it will take! What's more, people don't want to talk now. It's so hard! "

“……”

"Fool! Go and see for yourself

With anweina's painful sob, a weak force came from the handle of the hammer. Dick didn't resist. When it was dark, he felt that he had entered a third-party perspective.

In front of him, grom's weak body is falling from the top of the abyss Lord's head. His blood red battle axe is left on the whole cut skull of malonos. The hot dark green blood is exploding on his dyed red body. Finally, the orc swordsman falls powerlessly on the dusty battlefield.

At this time, a staggering figure rushed to malonos, who was about to explode after three rounds of expansion. His two hands were close to the body of the abyss Lord, and then there was a thrilling sound of water buffalo drinking.

"Goo... Goo..."

In this rhythmic sound of liquid flow, malonos' inflated body unexpectedly recovered strangely, and with the passage of time, it has lost its life body and is still shrinking further. Finally, after ten minutes of absorption, malonos' body disappeared, leaving only a pair of huge white bones, And an ugly skull cut open by an ax.

The blood red Tomahawk stayed straight at the top of the skull.

The blood red vines, separated from the top of ten fingers, spread among the white bones like the roots pulled out, shocking and dense.

At last, the staggering figure took back his hands, and the slender blood red branches, like the flowing snake, came back to his fingertips.

The figure turned his body, lowered his head, took two steps forward, and then fell to the ground. Before he fell, his face disappeared in front of the ferocious Dick, and the whole environment turned into darkness, and then disappeared.

The paladin's fist creaked. He bit his pipe and squeezed two words out of his teeth.

"Deer helmet... Bloody oak... Dry!"

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"Dang ~"

In three days, the low bell sounded in the deep valley of the fire blade, which had been completely eliminated.

Thirty wolf cavalry soldiers in traditional costumes were standing nearby, singing the battle songs of the clan. Ten heavily armed paladins were walking on both sides, carrying heavy sarcophagus. Dick was dressed in a black dress. Beside him stood the eldest lady in a black dress and lyadeline. Behind him stood the solemn faces of erigor and Dalian.

Herod, the strongest man, bared his upper body, put the white skull left by the abyss Lord on his shoulder and walked in front of the sarcophagus.

Even the elves rarely sent several messengers, who came from Mount Hyjal and brought the mourning of Tyrande, Malfurion and Jarod.

Sal and Valentine are still wrapped in heavy bandages, but two orcs, one shovel and one shovel, silently silenced the cemetery that had been dug up.

In front of the cemetery, the dwarfs of the first expeditionary army carved a black stone tablet with the life story of the hero and Sal's prayer for him.

"Here lies grom Hellscream,

Chief of the Warsong clan.

The beginning and end of our nation's curse are closely related to it.

His name means "the heart of giants" in our old saying,

He is worthy of the name!

His giant body, like an iron tower, stands in front of malonos, winning us freedom and glory with his blood. Salute to you!

My brother, may the song of war never die

This is also before the sarcophagus covered with earth, Sal's red eyes, sad to say the prayer.

This is probably the first time that the commanders of the first expeditionary army attended the funeral of an ORC. But at this moment, in the atmosphere of solemnity and suffocation, no one expressed his disdain and hatred, and no one looked at those tall orcs with hostile eyes.

Maybe from today on, they will meet on the battlefield and try their best to cut their weapons into each other's bodies. But at least at this moment, grom has opened a way of peace for the two blood feuding races with his own sacrifice.

All soldiers and veterans worship heroes. In this era of chaos, such heroes are needed. More than ever, heroes are needed!

The sarcophagus was covered with earth. Everyone came forward in order and put the white flowers in their hands on the black stone tablet. The orcs put their daggers and daggers in the tomb. This is to bless their chief and their brothers that they will not lack weapons to kill the enemy after they go to another world.

It's a glorious tradition.

Dick came forward, took off his sword of the great Crusader from his waist, bent down and put it in the pile of weapons, with his left hand on his chest.

"I wish you a good journey, my comrade in arms, my brother!"

Seeing Dick's action, Sal didn't stop him. Dick has the right. Although no one knows what happened at the end of that day, the last Sal who fainted can be sure that dick inspired grom's courage. Otherwise, with the status of the orc swordsman at that time, it was impossible to complete the incredible counter killing.

"Wait, dick!"

Sal stops Dick, who turns around and sees the chief take the blood red axe from wallock, with dark green blood stains on it.

This is a pure black heavy Tomahawk. Even in the eyes of dwarves who are most critical of weapons, it is also a near perfect weapon. It is cruel and wild, ferocious and powerful. All the qualities belonging to soldiers can be found on this weapon.

This weapon is full of savage style because of the heavy blade with barb shape and the bone spines behind the battle axe. The black hide is cut into strips and wrapped on the handle one by one, which gives the weapon a kind of introverted demeanor.

Dick looks at Sal suspiciously, as he hands grom's axe to him,

"Take it, Dick. At the last moment of grom... My brother's life, he handed it over to you. He said, I hope you will give it to its next master. The name of this Tomahawk is..."

"It's called blood roar, hell roar, a weapon that has been handed down for thousands of years, a symbol of Warsong clan, and the hand of clan leader!"

Dick interrupts sal. He looks at the orc chief seriously,

"Is it really appropriate for me to give such a symbolic weapon to a human being?"

Sal's not so good-looking face, squeeze out an ugly smile, his blue eyes full of sadness,

"A new Orc country and a new home have been established. That world, the world that left us tragic memories, is meaningless. We can't go back. I will give it to you, hoping to become a memorial of the peace between orcs and selamo."

Dick took a deep breath. In the face of this legendary weapon, which man would not like it, his hands were shaking, but he finally reached out and held the axe handle of blood roar.

He even felt that the Tomahawk trembled at this moment, seemed to resist, but soon quieted down.

"Don't worry, Sal. I know what grom means. I'll find its real owner for it!"

Dick held the Tomahawk in his hand and felt the heaviness, the wildness and blood. He narrowed his eyes,

"In the name of a paladin! I swear, I will make its owner worthy of it