nashuaworldcup Chapter 260 The Past of Alterac
Chapter 260 The Past of Alterac
Two soulless puppets held two knives to Oridon's neck and pressed them against the wall.
No matter how much he struggled, the two originally obedient guards remained unmoved.
Two vengeful spirits had already taken control of their bodies. These spirits originated from Lorraine's right eye, a soul prison... they would only obey their master's commands. Lorraine's mind stirred; the scimitar sank into his flesh. Oridon, terrified, shrank back against the wall...
"Don't kill me, I don't know anything..."
"Knows nothing? Then you're useless..."
The words had barely left his mouth when the two swords clamped down even tighter like vises, and Highlord Oridon cried out, "No, no, no, I know a little bit..."
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Oridon & Pirenold knew a lot; his name and Baron Vadus's name had long been on the Forsaken's Executor's wanted list.
Oridon may not seem to hold a high position in the Syndicate now, but he is the last descendant of the Perenold royal family of Alterac... Strictly speaking, Oridon is the true prince of the Orange Kingdom of Alterac...
Of course, the Kingdom of Alterac Valley was destroyed long ago in the Second Orc War.
When the Third Scourge struck, most of the Alterac royal family was executed by the Alliance, and most of Alterac's territory was ceded to Lordaeron. Several surrounding kingdoms took the opportunity to carve up the peripheral areas.
Oridon, this so-called prince, was all alone and could only follow the exiled Grand Duke Facurest into exile...
Grand Duke Fakurest had considerable support, including exiled nobles like Prince Oridon and Baron Duvas, who rallied a large number of Alterac's remnants. They established the Syndicate Resistance, indiscriminately attacking both the Alliance and the Horde, harboring hatred towards everyone...
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"Then hurry up and tell me your conspiracy!"
"Conspiracy? What conspiracy? We have no conspiracy... Mr. Undead, we just want to live... to live normal lives..."
Prince Oridon has been living a good life these past few years. As a prominent lord among the bandits, Grand Duke Faust has entrusted him with guarding the house and managing miscellaneous tasks such as production and logistics.
"You won't talk? I'll chop off your head!"
"Hey, hey, hey, let's talk this out! Let's talk this out, sir. You mean, what kind of conspiracy do you want to ask about? Don't talk about conspiracies, I know exactly how many cows are here..."
"How many cows!?"
“205...206只，好像前几天跑了2只...嗯。204只奶牛，12只公的，192只母的...”
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"Why are you asking him this? Ask the important question... If you really have nothing else to ask, just kill him already, you still have things to do!"
The teacher was speechless...
"Um, I'm not good at interrogation... Teacher, I don't know what to ask... He said he wanted to live a normal life, which I think is more believable."
Lorraine was embarrassed... Oridon stared at the undead opposite him, who remained motionless, merely staring coldly at him. Sweat soaked his collar. The temperature near the Alterac Mountains wasn't high... a cool lakeside life should have been idyllic, but unfortunately, it was inhabited by bandits and rebels...
"Nonsense, bandits kill without blinking an eye, they're lawless. Do you think they'd show mercy to those they robbed? Just ask him three questions... if he can't answer them, kill him. Stop dawdling..."
"it is good!"
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"Who are you? Who is your leader? Who is the duke? What are you plotting here!"
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“I am Oridon… Lord, we are all subordinates of Grand Duke Faust… ‘Duke’? You must be referring to our Grand Duke Faust… our master… We have no plans, we are just preparing to move to a different place…”
Oridon didn't dare to move, and mumbled a bunch of things.
Lorraine only heard the name of Grand Duke Faust... Clearly, Oridon is not a trustworthy fellow!
Lorraine turned her head and looked at the haystack blocked by the iron fence. Mr. Marcus on the ground seemed to be unconscious, and not far away, another woman lay in tattered clothes... covered in blood... her life hanging in the balance.
Feeling unwell, Lorraine gritted her teeth and closed her eyes.
Oridon shuddered; it was as if he were witnessing the end of the world... The 'Duke' also had a habit of waving his hand or closing his eyes, usually indicating that he was going to kill the hostage... He had grown accustomed to the life of a bandit...
"I'm telling the truth! It's true... ah!"
With a scream, Prince Oridon's arms were ripped off. The excruciating pain and unbelievable terror overwhelmed him... Ignoring the two knives pressed against his neck, Oridon collapsed to his knees...
Struggling frantically, I'll die if I watch...
Lorraine secretly ordered two puppets to teach him a lesson, but the vengeful spirit inside the soulless puppet seemed to be even more cruel, tearing off the arms of this former nobleman of Alteran.
Lorraine herself couldn't bear to turn her head away...
Only his teacher was yelling, "Don't kill him! Calm him down!"
Lorraine nodded and quickly squatted down to take out a bottle of potion from his bag. He had only used this potion once in Burnwood Village. It was very effective in treating fatal wounds and could even keep the undead alive.
Lord Oridon, his arms severed and bleeding profusely, stared at Lorraine with a contorted face, trembling as if cursing, insulting, or pleading... Almost all of his royal elders had been hanged or beheaded by the Alliance army outside Alterac City, and many Alterac citizens had been executed for colluding with the orcs and betraying the human Alliance.
The Pinord family of the Kingdom of Alteran were originally nobles and large landowners of the Arathor Empire, with a long history and astonishing wealth...
Even after Arathor was fragmented, the Pinord family of Alterac remained a prominent and powerful clan, occupying key locations and controlling the surrounding wealthy farms and estates. Whether it was the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the High Elf Empire, Dalaran, or to the south, Stormwind and the Dwarven Kingdom... Alterac always had a presence among them.
They were once wealthy and cunning, engaging in buying and selling, profiting from tolls, and monopolizing the trade of grain, minerals, and people...
Syndicates were long-standing commercial organizations within the nobility of the Kingdom of Alterac, initially primarily engaged in business.
When the Dark Portal opened for the first time, the orcs invaded, and Stormwind fell...
As the orcs drew ever closer, the Alterac royal family panicked and secretly contacted Gul'dan's Shadow Council through an ancient organization, thus secretly siding with the orcish tribe.
However, in the second war between humans and orcs, the Alliance of Lordaeron repelled the invading orcish Horde army and pushed back all the way to Stormwind.
After the war, most of the orcs were captured and imprisoned in internment camps near Hillsbrad Foothills, while a small number went into exile. The Kingdom of Alterac was immediately purged!
The seven-nation alliance of humans was the first to exile Alterac. The direct descendants of the royal family were killed for treason, and most of the rest were exiled... The land was divided among other kingdoms... Until the third Scourge plague struck, Lordaeron ceased to exist... Alterac was attacked again.
Alterac Valley is now a ruin, its former nobles now bandit leaders...
Human by day, thief by night...
Gradually, almost no one accepted the so-called Alterac refugees, while the Syndicate became a frequent target on wanted posters.
Oridon & Pinord, as the Highlord of the Syndicate, was responsible for guarding Dren Manor and dividing the spoils in the Syndicate's stronghold. No one believed his claim of innocence... His fear and pain were nothing compared to the innocent people who died at the hands of him and his henchmen...
His lover was actually a girl he had stolen... just a new plaything he had recently acquired.
This lakeside villa, Dren Estate, used to have an owner.
They had been massacred by the Syndicate; the farmers and laborers here were all captured local residents... Every member of the Syndicate was a bandit; almost none of them had a clean record...
Their hands are stained with blood; they live by plunder!
Lorraine's order to the puppets was to teach this guy a lesson, but she didn't expect the puppets controlled by the vengeful spirits to be so ferocious. They seemed to have a great hatred for the living.
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