Thrall was sent to the Internment Camp as an ordinary Orcs.
Blackmoore maintained extremely strict management of the Internment Camp, dividing it into several living areas that were completely isolated from each other.
Each living quarter has about two to three hundred Orcs, each led by a designated leader, and a system of collective responsibility is implemented.
If any Orcs rebel or escape, their leader will be killed, and the remaining Orcs will be severely punished.
Blackmoore wasn't so cruel as to kill the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled; each residential area had a fixed ratio of elderly people, children, and young adults.
Every day, the able-bodied young people go out to work, while the elderly and children take care of logistics, and the food they earn is provided for everyone to eat.
Blackmoore strictly controlled the Orcs' food supply, Orcs in a state of perpetual semi-starvation and powerless to resist.
After being sent to the Internment Camp, Thrall saw it as an opportunity to observe the current state of the Internment Camp Orcs up close.
Thrall intended to kill the leader of the residential area and take his place.
However, they discovered that the rules here were extremely strict; once someone committed murder, there was no escape, and they could only endure it for the time being.
As a strong young man, Thrall had to go out to work every day, mainly mining ore.
Compared to the inhumane labor of the Warsong Clan, the Orcs in the Internment Camp had a relatively easier time.
Blackmoore calculated the Orcs' physical limits with great precision, ensuring that he could sustain exploitation for extended periods and extract the maximum surplus value.
After a day's work, Thrall had a little time to spend with his people, and he inadvertently displayed his Shaman healing skills, immediately earning their respect.
Blackmoore does not provide medical services to Orcs.
That night, Thrall treated a Veteran's wounds.
The Veteran's name was Bukelain, and he came from the Blackrock Clan.
In the early years, the Blackrock Clan, the most powerful of the Orcs Clans, was the main force in the conquest of Azeroth.
Later, Blackhand Blackhand killed by Orgrimmar. Although the Blackrock Clan pledged allegiance to Orgrim, they were not trusted and were always sent to the most dangerous Battlefields, where they suffered heavy losses.
Bukelain lost his right leg in battle, and with a recurrence of an old injury, he has been bedridden for many years.
"I see the shadow of Warchief Blackhand in your eyes." After being healed by Thrall, Bukelain felt much better, and his symptoms were relieved.
Thrall was startled, thinking he had been discovered, and quickly covered it up, saying, "I'm just an ordinary Orcs."
Bukelain had a keen eye. "Young Orcs, there's a power in your eyes I've only ever seen in the great Orcs."
Thrall smiled wryly, "Being in the Internment Camp, I can only accept my fate; there's nothing I can do."
Bukelain shook his head and said, "Blackmoore doesn't understand the Orcs. The Orcs will never submit. The anger in our hearts will one day erupt like a volcano, plunging the entire Eastern Kingdoms into flames. Terenas' biggest mistake was not killing us Orcs. One day, humanity will be wiped out because of his decision."
"I believe in the Orcs' potential," Thrall echoed.
Bukelain asked, seemingly casually, "You're from outside, are you from the Warsong Clan? I heard they haven't surrendered and are still fighting in the wilderness."
Thrall shook his head. "No, I come from the Frostwolf Clan."
"The Frostwolf Clan?" Buklay frowned, a flash of disappointment crossing his face.
Thrall sensed something was amiss; the Veteran was hiding something.
In order to obtain the Veteran's secrets, Thrall acted very friendly and quickly became one of the Veteran Bukelain's most trusted people.
Privately, Flame elements were mixed into Bukelain's treatment, causing his health to deteriorate further.
Finally, Bukelain could no longer hold on, and in his dying moments, he grasped Thrall's hand and said:
"I thought I could hold on for a few more years, until the Orcs walked out of the Internment Camp. It seems I won't make it. There's something hidden under the big tree by the gate. I brought it in by inserting it into my injured leg. If I ever encounter someone from the Warsong Clan, I'll give it to them."
"Why the Warsong Clan?" Thrall asked, puzzled.
Bukelain said weakly, "Actually, I was the liaison for Warchief Blackhand, responsible for contacting the Burning Legion. Unfortunately, the Fel within me has long been depleted. I heard that the Warsong Clan has never given up on Fel, and only they can do it to contact the Burning Legion and rescue us."
Thrall smiled smugly, "Very well, you can die now, you useless piece of trash."
"You?"
Thrall smothered Bukelain with a pillow, making it look like he died of illness, then went outside and dug something out from under a big tree.
A fist-sized green crystal, the Burning Legion's communication device, requires Fel to activate.
After Thrall was sent to the Internment Camp, Varimathras almost forgot about him.
Thrall has the potential to become a leader, but unfortunately he hasn't matured yet and has fallen into Orgrim's trap.
Varimathras attributed it to bad luck; the path to becoming a qualified leader is fraught with difficulties and requires a bit of good fortune.
Unexpectedly, Varimathras, who was temporarily residing in Tarren Mill, received a message from Thrall.
"My good friend, it's good to see you're still alive," Varimathras said with a smile, waiting for Thrall to beg for help before coldly refusing.
Thrall's expression remained calm. "Entering the Internment Camp was part of my plan, and I gained a lot."
Varimathras looked surprised.
Thrall was able to bring in a Legion Communication Crystal, which clearly indicates he was prepared beforehand. Could he be telling the truth?
"What did you see?" Varimathras asked curiously.
Thrall said with a serious expression, "I see apathy and complacency. The Orcs in the Internment Camp yearn for freedom, but they don't want to leave. Moreover, we overestimated Orgrim's standing in the Orcs' eyes. He's a loser, and most Orcs don't trust him. If they hear that Orgrim is coming to rescue them, they'd rather stay in the Internment Camp."
Taking advantage of his position in the Internment Camp, Thrall spared no effort in suppressing his political enemies.
Varimathras didn't think much of it and nodded, "If Orgrim doesn't work, we can consider Grom Hellscream."
Thrall shook his head. "Grommash Hellscream is brave but lacks wisdom. He has long been known for his ferocity among the Orcs, and they are terrified of him."
"Do you have any good ideas?" Varimathras asked helplessly.
"I have a detailed plan, but it depends on rescuing the Orcs from the Internment Camp, which requires external assistance." Thrall's expression was grave.
Varimathras's eyes lit up, but he chuckled and refused, "You want the Burning Legion's help? I'm sorry, the Burning Legion won't interfere; that's our rule."
"No!" Thrall said calmly, "I don't need the Legion's involvement."
Varimathras blinked. "Do you need King Terenas? I'd be happy to convey your wishes, but you should have heard that Uther was defeated at Durnholde."
"Terenas is a useless piece of trash," Thrall said unexpectedly. "I need Dalaran's help, preferably with High Archmage Antonidas in person."
Varimathras looked surprised, but upon reflection, it made sense; Dalaran remained largely neutral during the Orcs invasion of Azeroth.
This magical kingdom, established by humans and Elves and one of the Seven Human Kingdoms, is clearly on the side of the Orcs.
"This is interesting." Varimathras laughed. "I'm looking forward to Antonidas's decision."