"This is a large underground passage specifically for biological use."
Taretha was pale, her mind filled with nothing but fear and obedience. She stammered, "The Arena in Durnholde requires large creatures, like Mammoths or Frost Giants, leading to a cave deep beneath the Castle, where it's managed by dedicated personnel."
Orgrim stroked his chin and asked, "What does the door to the passage look like?"
"It's a heavy oak door, covered with thick iron sheets," Taretha replied nervously. "It can only be opened from the inside. It's very secure there, so there's usually only one Guards, and patrols don't come very often."
Thrall stared at the door of the large biological tunnel and laughed, "We've found the weakness in Durnholde's defenses. As long as someone enters the underground tunnel and releases the large creature from the iron cage, Durnholde will inevitably fall into chaos, and we can take the opportunity to rescue our compatriots."
Orgrim disagreed. "It's no use. The walls here are high and thick; we Orcs can't climb them. Besides, there are watchtowers nearby that can be seen from afar. Unless we open the gate from the inside, but who can infiltrate Durnholde? We need a brave warrior to volunteer."
All eyes turned to Thrall, the least experienced of them all, who needed to prove himself worthy of the leadership role.
Thrall wasn't stupid; this was clearly a mission with a slim chance of survival, and no leader would be foolish enough to do such a thing.
If you really want that kind of experience, you only need to write about it extensively in your biography; there's no need to do it personally.
"Do you think I'm a fool?" Thrall muttered to himself, then rolled his eyes and said, "I've heard that Peace Doves often come into Durnholde to protest. We could let them open the oak door from the inside."
"A cunning fellow," Orgrim muttered to himself, staring into Thrall's eyes as he asked, "Then who will persuade the Peace Dove?"
Thrall grabbed Taretha and punched her in the stomach repeatedly.
Taretha screamed in agony. Thrall, exhausted from his attack, brought his foul-smelling mouth close to Taretha's face and said menacingly:
"Lowly human woman, I think you should understand how powerless you are as a human. We Orcs are merciful and kind, and we will fight to save Azeroth. I think you would love to see Orcs covering the land, living freely, wouldn't you?"
Taretha was conflicted and torn.
Her personal experience proved that Orcs are savage and ferocious, a group of cruel beasts.
But the education she received at Peace Dove also taught her that Orcs were kind and benevolent, far superior to humans, and that only Orcs were qualified to be the masters of Azeroth.
Some people are happy to consider the interests of the strong who torment, humiliate, and bully them; Taretha, for example, is very good at this.
Taretha whispered, "I am willing, for the great Orcs, for Azeroth, to persuade my companions on the Peace Dove. I think they all feel the same way and are very willing to help."
Thrall grinned. "Very well, Azeroth has been saved because of you."
"Humanity perished because of you," Orgrim silently added, but didn't say it aloud, instead proclaiming:
"Human woman, the suffering Orcs in the Internment Camp will surely be grateful for your kindness today."
Taretha was immediately elated, her face seemingly filled with Holy Light, as if she were a saint.
Durnholde.
Under the bright sunshine, Blackmoore looked out from the tower, where the view was excellent, encompassing the entire Durnholde Keep.
"In the name of the Holy Light, the entrance is far too noisy!"
A young and beautiful female Adjutant appeared at the door, carrying a stack of documents in her arms, her brows slightly furrowed.
The commotion was coming from the Castle gates. Blackmoore looked down and saw that there were several times more Peace Doves than usual, so many that they had to increase manpower to maintain Order.
Among these Peace Doves were many noblemen, and without Blackmoore's orders, the guards dared not do anything to them, which emboldened them even more.
Many Peace Doves broke through the guards' lines, shouting for the rescue of the Orcs, and ran into the Castle. The guards had no choice but to split up and search for them.
Lieutenant Blackmoore gave his Adjutant a lazy grin.
"It's quite amusing. The Orcs killed their own friends and slaughtered countless humans, yet they speak up for the Orcs. That damned old man, King Terenas, has taught these foolish young people too well; unfortunately, he's destined to pay the price."
The female Adjutant sighed, "Are we going to feed them to the Orcs again?"
Blackmoore's eyes sparkled, and a smile played on his lips, "No, stirring up conflict between the Peace Dove and the Orcs isn't bad either."
Although he refused the unreasonable request to infiltrate Durnholde, Thrall knew he had to prove his courage.
Orgrim selected several dozen strong Orcs from the Frostwolf Clan, and "generously" sent five Veterans to assist him. Thrall personally led the raid on Durnholde.
Under the cover of night, the group quietly approached Durnholde and followed the corner of the wall to the entrance of the private underground passage.
The towering oak door stood like a giant beast. Amid the daytime chaos, several members of the Peace Doves evaded the guards' search and hid in a corner, waiting for nightfall.
Thrall looked at the sky; the appointed time had arrived. Soon after, the sound of a winch turning came from inside, and the heavy oak door opened a crack.
Luckily, the patrolling guards didn't notice us.
Thrall waved his hand, and warriors from the Frostwolf Clan scouted ahead. They soon returned by the same route and nodded to Thrall.
"Tonight, I will surely become the great hero of Durnholde," Thrall thought smugly, leading his team through the gap into the underground passage.
Three young men, known as the Peace Dove, came forward excitedly; it was they who turned the winch to open a crack.
Thrall gave a cold snort, and the Orcs pounced, snapping the necks of three Peace Doves and tearing at their flesh.
"Useless trash is perfect for our dinner," Thrall grinned.
The underground passage was very spacious. The Orcs moved forward in the darkness and soon arrived at a wide underground cavern.
By the dim light of a torch lit by an Orcs, Thrall surveyed the naturally formed cave. The sturdy stone walls divided the cave into several sections, imprisoning various large creatures.
"There."
Thrall noticed a massive Rock Giants; if he were released, it could destroy the stone walls of the partition and cause enough chaos.
Suddenly, countless torches lit up, and a large group of Durnholde guards surrounded them.
Blackmoore yawned as he looked at the Orcs squad. "Foolish Orcs, did you think I was unprepared? Which of you is Thrall?"
They fell for the trap.
Thrall's mind went blank.
"Who betrayed me?" Thrall immediately thought of Orgrim.
"That damned old Orcs actually used humans to eliminate potential political enemies, how despicable!" Thrall gritted his teeth in hatred, but thankfully he was prepared.
A burly Orcs stepped forward and glared angrily at Blackmoore.
Humans could hardly distinguish the Orcs' appearances. Blackmoore pointed at the Orcs and ordered:
"Take him away. Perhaps you can become a qualified gladiator. Don't disappoint me. As for the rest of you, haha, you are all excellent slaves. Send them all to the Internment Camp."