The Orcs "Escape"
When the orcs in Lordaeron were "escaping from the turmoil", when Sanra received the information Broken Tooth obtained through the Syndicate in Zul'Aman, he couldn't help laughing. There was no way, it was too funny, because the orc turmoil in Lordaeron was completely directed and staged by humans. 👊♘ paw 🐝🎄
Terenas is a smart man, but he is not a god. He always missed something, otherwise those Orcs concentration camps would not have in turn dragged Lordaeron down. What he never expected was that the Orcss in the concentration camps were actually regarded as property.
When Terenas decided to sell Orcs prisoners to Goblins at a low price, almost most of the officers in the concentration camp made a choice, which was to delay Terenas The sale of E and Goblins caused varying degrees of "Orcs escape turmoil" in major concentration camps within Lordaeron.
Facing the turmoil of Lordaeron, Zul'ra's first thought was to fight against the autumn wind and let the troops take the opportunity to annihilate some of Lordaeron's troops. However, this idea turned around in his mind and was thrown out. It was not suitable at this time.
Once Lordaeron is cornered, it is very likely that they will jump over the wall. Instead of doing this, he might as well stay the same to cope with the changes and attract their main military force here. Although Orcs's "turmoil" this time is a bit funny, it may not turn out to be true.
Just as Zul'ra thought, Terenas saw some signs of the Orcs turmoil in Lordaeron. After all, Orcs was good in the past. It was not good to run away from turmoil, but now there is chaos. There must be something fishy in it, but he is afraid that the fake turmoil will turn into real turmoil.
If it were normal, Terenas would be happy to see the results. The concentration camp was dragging down the kingdom's finances. If Orcs became turbulent, it would just give him a reason to swing his sword at Orcs. However, Forest Trolls was watching, and the army he had gathered could not move.
Orcs was the main problem. As for the officers and nobles who made news, Terenas didn't pay much attention to it. He believed that as long as he caught those guys' flaws and pigtails, he could make them obey, so he sent his own envoys to investigate the so-called "Orcs Escape Unrest Incident".
The sun was setting on the horizon, and a group of anxious soldiers were walking around the woods. In the woods surrounded by them, a bunch of Orcss were standing or sitting, scattered and disorderly in the forest. And among these big green guys, two Orcss were sitting in the corner.
"Karga, this situation is not right." Young Orcs's black hair was tied into two braids, hanging from his left and right shoulders on his chest. He looked at the guards outside the woods with blue eyes, and asked the gray-haired old Orcs next to him using Common.
"What's wrong?" The gray-haired Orcs was a little drowsy, and he barely managed to summon the energy to ask his young compatriot who had fled here and could only speak Common.
"Shouldn't we be escorted back to the camp? Why are we being asked to stay here!" Young Orcs sniffed and raised the right corner of his mouth to wipe the itchy nose with the two fangs protruding from his lips.
"I don't know, never mind! The spirits and elements of our ancestors have been far away from us, and I'm very sleepy now." Old Orcs Karga lamented.
"Hey, have you heard about it?" A thin Orcs quietly moved over to chat, and he also used Common fluently.
"What?" Karga raised his eyes.
"There is a human leader, who seems to be the warlord of human Warchief, who seems to be coming here. Those humans are thinking about how to deal with him." The thin Orcs sat down on the ground and looked at the waist of young Orcs, which was a pale leather mattress.
"Do you know this thing?" Young Orcs looked at the smaller tribesmen with blue eyes, and couldn't help but become interested. The fur around his waist was wrapped in fur since he was a child. He didn't know who his parents were. Although he was not very interested in his life experience, he would not refuse if he knew who his parents were.
"Frostwolf skin, I haven't seen this thing for a long time. I saw it before when I was working under King Grom. I really miss the taste of my hometown Clefthoof." Orcs, who is smaller than its peers, grinned.
"Grom?" Young Orcs was a little surprised.
"Grom·Grommash Hellscream, the chief of the Warsong Clan, he was once the most powerful Warrior, and the first Warrior to take the lead in drinking blood." Karga lowered his eyes and explained to the young Orcs.
"You know! Grom hasn't been caught yet. He has been running around. It is said that they still believe in the way of Shaman. Do you think we can encounter them in the wilderness now?" The thin Orcs said with a smile.
"If you don't want to be beaten, then get out of here." Karga said with a cold face. Orcs, a thin figure, was annoyed and turned to look at his slightly different companion next to him.
"Hi, what's your name?"
"Thrall, Thrall." Young Orcs looked at the lively tribesmen and was a little shy to say, Thrall, among Common, it means slave.
"Thrall, you must have sneaked in from outside! My name is Kuga." The thin Orcs said with a smile.
"Kuga, hello." Thrall was a little reserved.
"Among us, the best way to say hello is to have a fight." Kuga said with a smile.
"Okay, Kuga, don't say this." Karga was a little irritated.
"Okay, okay!" Kuga looked at the irritable old Orcs and closed his mouth.
"Didi!" A sharp whistle sounded. When all Orcs heard the sound, they hurriedly walked in the direction of the sound. Thrall followed naturally. He had heard this sound in Durnholde for more than ten years.
"That's not right." Thrall was surrounded by many companions with similar looks. Looking at the strengthened human guards around him, his eyebrows jumped because he noticed that those guards not only held muskets, but also held shields and swords. This style was too solemn for escorting scattered prisoners like them.
"Separate them, fifty or fifty-four." The sergeant stood in the crowd and gave orders to the soldiers on the left and right.
"Sir, what are you doing?" A squad leader walked from the side holding a shield.
"Execute the fifty-four separated Orcss on the spot. Remember, those Orcss are not prisoners, but rebels trying to escape. Today these Orcss tried to escape, and we shot fifty-four of them dead, and the rest all surrendered. Do you understand?" The expression under the sergeant's helmet was very serious.
"... Yes, I understand, sir." The captain looked at the serious sergeant, and his heart turned slightly. He instantly understood that there are Orcs "rebels" everywhere now, and the king's envoys have recently come from above. If the rebels don't kill Orcs, it really can't be justified.
"Then do it! Remember, kill the old ones, not the female orcs." The sergeant nodded with satisfaction, and then he did not forget to remind him that orcs in their prime are very valuable. Female orcs are too ugly, but they can give birth to little orcs.
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