It was none other than the renowned Eitrigg! The young Orcs was overjoyed.
"Lord Eitrigg, it's so good to meet you here. My name is Nazgrim."
In the Kingdom of Lordaeron, Eitrigg served two Kings, Saurfang and Terenas the Lich King, wielding immense power and influence, second only to the king.
Eitrigg smiled faintly, noticing Nazgrim's strong, well-proportioned physique and abundant strength, and immediately felt a fondness for his talent.
After a brief conversation, Eitrigg was surprised to discover that Nazgrim had unique insights into leading troops into battle and was actually a rare military talent.
It's important to know that Orcs rarely have any military treatises or strategies passed down; an excellent general relies more on talent.
"Nazgrim, have you ever heard of the Home of the Orcs?" Eitrigg asked calmly.
Nazgrim's expression turned slightly grim, and he said in a low voice:
I've heard a little about it.
When Eitrigg served Saurfang the Great, all the Orcs internment camps in Tirisfal Glades were liberated.
However, Lordaeron could not support so many Orcs, Saurfang the Great only kept the elite, leaving the rest of the ordinary Orcs to be dealt with by Eitrigg.
Although Eitrigg wasn't as ruthless as Thrall, turning Orcs into Tough Jerky, he was by no means a benevolent person either.
Initially, Eitrigg's idea was to sell the Orcs into slavery.
However, the Eastern Kingdoms had just experienced the Orcs Rebellion, and all industries were in dire need of rebuilding. The major kingdoms were extremely poor and struggling to make ends meet, so they had no spare money to buy Orcs slaves.
Orcs slaves can't be sold, Eitrigg won't be as merciful as King Terenas, letting the Orcs eat for free.
Eitrigg established Home of the Orcs, keeping Orcs captive and forcing them to do hard labor.
Even so, the Orcs still couldn't get enough to eat.
This is because Orcs are too strong and have high food requirements; the value created by their manual labor is not enough to feed them.
Eitrigg argues that Orcs can only support themselves by engaging in high-value jobs, such as gladiators, mercenaries, and Pirates.
This is why all the Orcs Warchief have been warmongers; without war and plunder, the Orcs Horde would only perish.
But nowadays, no one in the Eastern Kingdoms is willing to hire Orcs to fight. Orcs are not good at naval warfare, nor can they be Pirates.
In short, the Orcs of Eitrigg are a money pit.
In order to minimize losses, Eitel exploited the Orcs relentlessly, assigning them endless hard labor every day.
Upon hearing the Home of the Orcs, the wandering Orcs trembled with fear, as if they were hearing the camp of the Burning Legion.
Seeing Nazgrim's expression, Eitrigg understood something and whispered:
"Nazgrim, the Home of the Orcs is tough, but I have my own difficulties. If the Home of the Orcs hadn't taken in wandering Orcs, they would all have been executed by King Terenas."
Nazgrim's gaze Steadfast as he clenched his fists and said, "If we Orcs had our own land, wouldn't we no longer have to suffer?"
Eitrigg smiled and shook his head, "Nazgrim, you must understand, no matter how times change, the suffering of ordinary Orcs is inevitable. If you want to live with dignity, freedom, and escape from hard labor, you must keep climbing up and becoming a superior being. There has never been Savior in this world, because Saviors only save the rich and never care about the lives of the poor."
Nazgrim spent his childhood in Orcs internment camp, surrounded by smelly, savage Orcs, and no one ever reasoned with him.
Eitrigg's teachings opened up a whole new world for him.
The two talked more and more amicably, but when they arrived at the Home of the Orcs on the outskirts of Lordaeron, Nazgrim's expression couldn't help but change.
The Home of the Orcs was originally the largest Orcs internment camp in Tirisfal Glades.
More than 20,000 Orcs are now imprisoned here, toiling away under the supervision of Undead Orcs.
The camp reeked of excrement, the ground covered with a thick layer of feces, making it resemble a giant cesspool.
The Orcs' dwellings were extremely simple; a small hut that could barely keep out the wind and rain housed more than thirty Orcs.
In such a harsh environment, disease inevitably spread, and sick Orcs were driven into the mud to fend for themselves.
Overseer, whip, blood and sweat, the agonizing screams of Orcs, blood-soaked backs.
Nazgrim felt dizzy. He had long heard of the horrific conditions in the Home of the Orcs and feared nothing more than this.
Compared to this, the Orcs internment camps built by humans are nothing short of a magnificent Pantheon.
Eitrigg patted Nazgrim on the shoulder and asked, "Nazgrim, how much do you remember about Draenor?"
Nazgrim shook his head; he was too young to remember when he crossed the Dark Portal.
Eitrigg pointed to the filthy Home of the Orcs and said loudly, "When I was young, I visited the Blackrock Clan's mines and Grommash Hold. The environment in both places was almost exactly the same as here, and in some places it was even worse."
Nazgrim was so shocked that he took a step back, somewhat incredulous.
Eitrigg shrugged. "Dirtyness is a tradition in Orcs settlements. You only feel uncomfortable if you accept human cleanliness and tidiness."
Nazgrim frowned and said, "Can't we make some changes?"
"Change?" Eitrigg scoffed. "I once tried to teach my people how to use the toilets, and those who violated it were whipped. As a result, the Orcs in the camp lined up to receive their whips. Nazgrim, some habits can never be changed. I hope that your younger generation will grow up and bring a new look."
Nazgrim thought of his fellow Orcs of similar age, who were more savage and unkempt than their elders and took pride in it, and he felt a pang of dejection.
Eitrigg, hands behind his back, seemed somewhat dissatisfied with Nazgrim's attitude, and then, his eyes darting around, said:
"Nazgrim, the Home of the Orcs is just a bit tough with hard work and poor conditions, but that's nothing. Come with me, and I'll show you what true cruelty is."
Eitrigg led a band of wolf riders toward Silverpine Forest, to the camp of the great Savior Thrall.
Nazgrim's first encounter with wolf riders was marked by his exceptional talent, which allowed him to quickly master the skills.
The wolf riders climbed a small hill, below which lay Thrall's camp.
Eitrigg handed Nazgrim a single-lens telescope, which provided a clear view of Thrall's camp.
A large number of wandering Orcs had gathered near the camp, lining up to join the Savior's ranks.
The camp was mostly shrouded in a gray mist, Eitrigg explained was the magic of the Shaman.
A small portion of the camp was exposed to the outside, revealing rows of clean and tidy Orcs wooden huts.
Orcs walked around, all dressed neatly, with smiles on their faces, glowing with joy.
What do they eat?
Nazgrim remembered that old problem again.
Judging from the size of the camp, it could only accommodate a maximum of three thousand Orcs.
Thrall rescued over 100,000 Orcs from the Internment Camps; where are they now?
Intelligent people like to think, Nazgrim made many connections in an instant.
Nazgrim spotted a familiar face through the binoculars.
The group of over two hundred people from Nazgrim's original settlement, led by Scarface and the Shaman, eagerly entered Thrall's camp.
An officer came out to greet us, his manner warm and friendly, his face beaming with smiles.
The two hundred Orcs received a warm welcome. According to procedure, they first had to bathe and change clothes, and then the great Savior Thrall personally received them.
In the steaming pool, the stray Orcs washed away the filth from their bodies and became drowsy.