The human Warrior looked at the dozens of Orcs with a strange expression, and asked without any suspicion, "Who are you?"
"Heh heh." The Quartermaster drooled as he raised his heavy wooden stick and slammed it down on Warrior's head.
A large Orcs surrounded them, brandishing their crude weapons at the five-person adventure team.
The five-person adventure team is well-equipped and highly capable in combat, so breaking through should not be difficult for them.
The Priest shouted:
"Don't resist. There must be some misunderstanding. Orcs are kind and compassionate."
The five men, who dared not resist, quickly became corpses. Their armor was stripped off, and the Orcs rubbed their hands together, ready to skin Eviscerate.
"Look, what's going on here?"
The leading human Warrior transformed into an upright-walking bull, the Priest and hunter became strange creatures with fangs, and the last two adventurers were Orcs and Elf.
The Orcs of this time period had never seen Tauren or Trolls, and they couldn't help but marvel at it.
"Ugly creature." The Quartermaster kicked the Tauren. "Hopefully, the taste won't disappoint."
Afterwards, dozens of Orcs stayed in Gray Grass Cave to hunt, and adventurers would come to them every day, solving their food problem.
The Temporal Disturbance in Tarren Mill's Gray Grass Cave have caught the attention of Karazhan.
Medivh picked up the crystal ball and glanced at it, realizing that it was the Bronze Dragonflight providing food for Thrall, so he didn't bother with it.
Unexpectedly, this phenomenon piqued Med'an's interest.
Med'an was born four years after the Dark Portal, and by age, he is currently only a fourteen-year-old boy.
Among the many Test Subjects, Med'an was ranked high, placing third, which shows that Medivh was very satisfied with him.
In order to nurture Med'an, Medivh used the power of the Bronze Dragonflight to send him to the Troll Wars three thousand years ago, where he grew up under the tutelage of Archmage Meryl Winterstorm.
Although Med'an looks like a teenager, he is already an adult in terms of age.
Unfortunately, he still had a youthful mindset and lacked maturity in handling matters, which displeased Medivh.
Afterwards, Med'an gradually revealed its flaws, and its ranking slowly slipped, eventually settling on Experiment 709. But that's another story.
"Med'an, are you interested in Gray Grass Cave?" Medivh asked.
Med'an bowed slightly and said, "Father, I want to learn more about the Orcs, their social structure, and their customs."
Medivh paused for a moment. Karazhan contained many notes on Orcs research, most of which were compiled by Medivh himself.
However, knowledge from books must be applied through practice to be truly understood, Medivh saw this as an opportunity for growth.
"Before you make contact with the Orcs, I need to test you," Medivh said seriously. "How do you properly interact with Orcs?"
Med'an gave a sly smile:
"Father, the word 'get along' is a trap you deliberately set. If you try to get along with Orcs, you'll only end up being eaten by Orcs. The right way is to torture them, enslave them, and treat them like dogs. In my eyes, they are a bunch of inferior and barbaric creatures, even worse than filthy Kobolds."
Medivh laughed, "I'm relieved that you have this kind of awareness. Go ahead, do whatever you want, just don't kill that Thrall, he still has some use."
A flash of light appeared Gray Grass Cave, and Med'an, carrying a staff on his back, walked out with his head down, stepping through the Portal.
As usual, the Orcs brandished their weapons at Med'an, only to see Med'an's eyes widen as he gripped the throats of dozens of Orcs with his Mage Hand.
"Spare me!" the Quartermaster groaned in pain.
Med'an sneered and snapped his neck without hesitation.
Having killed all the Orcs, Med'an carried the Quartermaster's corpse and teleported to the Frostwolf Clan's camp.
Thrall's Castle was already taking shape, and he was taken aback when Med'an came to visit.
Med'an stared blankly at the Orcs before him.
Although Thrall grew up in Karazhan, he was unfortunately a lowly Servant, and the high and mighty Med'an had no recollection of him.
Conversely, Thrall had long known about Med'an, whom he envied even more than Ashkandi.
"My lord, what brings you here?" Thrall bowed and scraped, his face beaming with a smile.
Med'an tossed the Quartermaster's body to the ground and said coldly, "Have your Chef prepare him."
This was Med'an's test for Thrall, to see if this Orcs had the guts to eat his own kind.
Thrall gave a fawning smile, "My lord, this corpse is no longer fresh. Why not savor a live Orcs? I guarantee that after you've eaten your fill, the Orcs will still be alive."
Med'an looked surprised, trying to show his cruelty, but he was defeated by Thrall.
Some people are just born cruel. Med'an felt frustrated and shrugged. "Fine."
After a hearty meal, Thrall picked his teeth and said, "The Orcs of Durnholde are enslaved by Blackmoore and have to work hard every day, which makes their meat less flavorful."
Med'an looked up and asked, "What's your plan?"
Thrall shook his head and said, "Lordaeron still has many Internment Camps where Orcs live a life of luxury, doing nothing and growing fat with tender meat."
Med'an asked in confusion, "You want to rescue the Orcs in the Internment Camp?"
Thrall nodded, grinning smugly. "Now I am King Terenas's adopted son, the future King of Lordaeron. The Internment Camps everywhere dare not disobey. In the name of regaining freedom, we will rescue those Orcs and turn them into delicious food."
Med'an was intrigued by Thrall's cruelty, considering it a role model, and thus nodded in agreement.
Thrall was overjoyed. Ingratiating himself with Med'an was the same as ingratiating himself with Medivh, and soon he would have a powerful patron.
The Silverpine Forest Internment Camp houses two thousand Orcs.
Although they were imprisoned, the two thousand Orcs had better food and lodging than the Guards.
The watchful eyes of the Peace Dove kept Captain Landon, the leader of the Internment Camp, constantly on high alert.
The Silverpine Forest Internment Camp should have received support from the Kingdom of Gilneas, but with Gilneas' withdrawal from the Alliance and Lordaeron's financial collapse, Captain Landon had to solve the Orcs' food problem on his own.
Fortunately, the Lord of Fenris Isle was willing to provide food for the Orcs on the condition that they send a few newborn Orcs for research on the island.
Captain Landon guessed that dangerous magical experiments were being conducted on the island, and he had no choice but to agree in order to solve the Orcs' food problem.
Unfortunately, secrets don't stay hidden forever, Peace Dove obtained conclusive evidence after investigation.
Thule, the leader of the Peace Dove in Silverpine Forest, confronted Captain Landon with evidence.
Thule, born into nobility, held Orcs in high esteem and roared angrily from the outset:
"Unbelievable cruelty, Captain Landon, how could you do such a thing to a kind and benevolent Orcs?"
Faced with overwhelming evidence, Captain Landon could only manage a wry smile, "Lord Thule, I remember your father and brother were both eaten by Orcs."
"It would be an honor for my father and brothers to be eaten by the Orcs. I swore long ago that when my flesh is at its most delicious, I will willingly become food for the Orcs." Thule slammed his fist on the table. "Captain Landon, you have committed treason, an unforgivable crime."
Captain Landon offered his hands in resignation. "I plead guilty and am willing to await execution in Lordaeron, but I must remind you..."
Looking directly into Thule's young face, Captain Landon chuckled, "Thrall Orcs from Hillsbrad Foothills is on his way. What do you plan to do?"
Thule's eyelids twitched. "Defending the Internment Camp is your duty; you must be loyal to your country."
Changing the subject, Thule added, "Orcs are noble and great; you must never harm Orcs."