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42. Teenage Fantasy Rafting(2/2)

Garrosh climbed up from the cabin, rubbed his wrists, and looked at Thrall in front of him:

"Want to taste the fist of a real orc? You bastard raised by humans!"

"Apologise! Otherwise I will beat you!"

Thrall's tone also became cold. Seeing that the two young orcs were about to lose their minds in the torture, Lord Waycrest, who was leaning aside, groaned with difficulty:

"That's enough, Garrosh, I'll give you my water! Thrall, go back!"

As he spoke, the knight raised his body with difficulty and wanted to hand the water glass next to him to the orc, but when he raised his head, a seagull flapped its wings and landed on the sail of the small boat. This scene

The knight was so fascinated by what he was looking at that he didn't hold the water glass tightly in his hand, and the precious glass of water fell on the side of the ship.

"What are you doing!"

Garrosh roared, scaring the seagull into flying. Before he could continue his attack, the voice of the great knight rang out:

"Open the box! Divide the last food!"

"What?"

Garrosh even forgot to be angry. He stared at the great knight and exchanged glances with Thrall.

"I say, eat the last supplies!"

The great knight breathed a sigh of relief and whispered:

"This kind of seagull only lives where there are boats or on the beach... No matter what it is, boys, we are all saved. Eat the last thing and regain your energy. Sal, I want you to use your ability to summon

All the elements, go watch the sea and push us out of here, Garrosh, find a way to sharpen your axe, what will greet us...no one knows yet."

"What are you still doing? Open the box! Idiots, open that bottle of rum too. We are saved!"

30 A few minutes later, the small boat that was propelled by the wind of the elements and traveled quickly on the sea approached a large island. Garrosh stood on the bow of the boat, looking at the island in front of him with a broken telescope. He waved excitedly.

ax:

"Sal! Waycrest, I see land! There are trees on it, great!"

"That's good, that's good..."

When Lord Waycrest heard the good news, his face turned abnormally red. He was like a tired person who had endured for a long time. Even the excited Thrall and Garrosh didn't notice.

, fell asleep quietly.

By the time the two young orcs discovered the situation of the great knight, he had already lost his life in his sleep, but his expression was peaceful, even with a hint of a smile, as if he had finally fulfilled his noble oath. This tired soul,

After witnessing his master's death in battle and suffering from painful illness for nearly a week, he was finally able to rest after completing his final mission.

With a heavy heart, Thrall and Garrosh buried the body of Lord Waycrest on the beach of the island. They deliberately chose a high stone platform and placed the Lord Knight's tombstone facing the sea.

His sword was buried with him, facing the direction of Kul Tiras. In Thrall's prayers and Garrosh's desolate war song, they expected the soul of this noble knight to cross the sea.

The waves return to their dream home.

At this time, no one on the island in the corner of the world knew about the contribution of Lord Waycrest, the distant nephew of Lord Waycrest who was unknown in history, and the two young people he saved.

What great changes will the orcs bring to this world...

However, heroes are not just those warriors who are praised by people. Sometimes, those upright people who have fallen in the cracks of history can also be called heroes... Moreover, their actions have lived up to this

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