The Abduction
In the eighteenth year of Dark Portal, the Orcs turmoil that was just a pretense has really begun to happen, and Alliance of Lordaeron has not felt the danger at all. Terenas is busy with the confrontation with Amani, and Lordaeron dignitaries are also living in dreams.
Just when everything was going on quietly, in the largest concentration camp castle in Durnholde, Lordaeron, a bloody battle in the arena had just ended. The audience on the platform cheered one after another. Taretha walked down from the audience, and his heart was quietly relieved. Fortunately, he won today's game.
"Huh!" Taretha let out a long breath and held his forehead in sadness. He won today's gladiatorial competition. Master Blackmoore was very happy. She shouldn't have to suffer anymore today.
Blackmoore is the manager of Durnholde, personally appointed by the ruler Terenas of King of Lordaeron and Alliance. He is also the lover of Taretha, or in other words Master, he has been in a very bad mood recently and often tortures Taretha at night because he has lost his most beloved slave Orcs, and Taretha is also worried because she let go of that slave Orcs.
"Thrall!" Taretha thought of the Orcs slave he had let go, and couldn't help but frown. He didn't know how he was doing now. He had escaped for almost half a year. What a wonderful world outside! May the Light protect him and never get caught.
"Ah!" Taretha was thinking about something in his heart, but he accidentally bumped into someone. He was a thin young man, and he immediately started to lower his head and apologize.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Miss Foxton."
"No, it doesn't matter, I was careless." Taretha looked at the young man who apologized quickly and couldn't help but wave her hands. She was distracted and didn't pay attention to the road. Fortunately, she didn't hit any noble person, otherwise it would have been a disaster.
"Miss Taretha, we are sent by Thrall. Please come to see him outside the city tonight." The young man looked at the apologetic blonde and lowered his voice.
"Sah... have you seen Thrall?" Taretha looked at the young man who lowered his voice and almost blurted out, why did Thrall suddenly come back!
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The young man did not reply, but regained his humble expression, nodded and bowed to apologize, and carefully left, leaving Taretha standing there in confusion, wondering if he was hallucinating.
Looking at the young man leaving cautiously, Taretha was a little skeptical, but after hesitating for a few seconds, she made a decision. It was necessary for her to go out tonight and ask Thrall why she came back here. Is it for his compatriots? But Durnholde's castle is very strong.
Worrying, the night slowly fell. Taretha took advantage of the darkness and quietly walked out of the castle residence and came to the place where Thrall left. However, she found that there was no one there, and the surrounding woods were quiet.
"Did I hear wrong before?" Taretha looked at the night, feeling a little scared in his heart. He turned around and wanted to leave, but unexpectedly a dagger was pressed against his throat.
"Miss Taretha!" During the day, the young man wore black clothes and looked at Taretha with an indifferent expression.
"You, don't kill me, I'm just an ordinary person." Taretha felt goosebumps rising in his throat, and his heart skipped a beat.
"You are an ordinary person, but your status as Blackmoore's lover is not ordinary. Come with us! Your parents are already waiting for you." The young man sneered.
"No, don't hurt my parents, I'll go with you." Taretha felt his heart sinking. These people came for Blackmoore.
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"Let's go." The young man put down the dagger, reached out and grabbed Taretha's shoulders and pushed her out of the woods quickly. There was already a horse waiting outside the woods.
"Please feel free to get on the horse." The young man said indifferently. Taretha looked at his face and could only climb on the horse in aggrieved manner.
"Sir, can you tell me how my parents are doing now?" Taretha climbed on the horse and begged the young man.
"You will see it when we get there, hold the horse's neck." The young man said with a straight face, and asked Taretha to hold the horse's neck, and then stretched out his hand to slap the horse's butt. The horse neighed, and ran out with its hooves in an instant, while the young man followed on foot. Although he only had two legs, he could run as well as the horse, and he was able to run with ease. He stepped forward to pull the horse carrying Taretha.
"Chase me." Just after Taretha was carried by a horse and taken away by unknown men in black, a violent roar suddenly came from the woods, and then a knight rushed out of the woods and began to chase two people and one horse. However, before they could run far, they were hit by a hail of arrows coming from the woods, and then a group of people fell off their horses.
In the panic in the dark night, about a dozen figures ran out of the woods. Each of them held a crossbow. After briefly blocking the pursuers for a while, they rushed towards the Taretha and others in front. Everyone could walk as fast as a car. They walked away in less than a few seconds, leaving only the shocked Durnholde knights.
"Asshole, go to Tarren Mill and arrest Foxton and his wife." Under a torch in the dark night, Blackmoore, who was still drunk, looked livid and ordered to his men, who immediately followed the order and left.
Blackmoore's order is destined to be impossible to complete, because Taretha's parents Foxton and his wife Tarren Mill disappeared without a trace a day ago. They were also taken away by the same people who kidnapped Taretha.
The Foxton family was kidnapped by a mysterious group of people. On the morning of the next day, the group took the family of three to somewhere in the Hinterlands forest and handed them over to a group of Trolls. Then, in front of the trembling family of three, the two parties began to talk.
"We have fulfilled your request, where is our reward?" The masked man in brown clothes looked at the woman Trolls who was wearing a wolf head mask.
"Don't worry, King of the Amani has agreed to your request. We will provide you with weapons, supplies, and some military guidance." Female Trolls's mask is made from the upper part of the entire wolf skin, leaving only the bald part of her face exposed to the outside world. She is none other than Broken-Tooth, the female chief of the Smolderthorn tribe.
"What about Amani's army?" the masked man in brown clothes asked with some anticipation.
"Do you think our army will directly confront Lordaeron for you?" Broken-Tooth pursed his lips under the wolf mask.
"Why can't you do this? You are already confronting Lordaeron." The masked man in brown clothes spread his hands and said.
"Yes, that's right, we have attracted Lordaeron's military strength, and Orcs are still moving around. If this fails to achieve the goal of restoring the country, then I can only say that you Syndicate are a bunch of trash." Broken-Tooth's words made the man in brown blush and couldn't answer.
Thanks to Ou Lei for the reward, thank you for your support. Four updates today. If there is no unexpected leave in the future, we will update three times a day. I will add 0.0 from time to time.