Thrall's Escape

The evening sky was filled with different colors. Thrall was trapped among the clan members. Hearing the sharp roars in the distance, he couldn't help but feel heavy in his heart. He didn't know why, but he knew that many Orcs had just been captured and killed. 💀☺  🎃☝

The dim sunlight shone on the ground, and the originally lazy and sleepy expressions of the Orcss disappeared. Their eyes were nervously looking at the heavily armed guards around them, and their faces were full of fear. They also had blood on their hands, but they were equally powerless in the face of the butcher's knife.

After massacring fifty-four elderly Orcs, the guards did not intend to take action again. Instead, they began to escort Orcs back to the concentration camp where they were detained. Thrall was surrounded by his companions and looked around quietly. He must find an opportunity to escape from this place as soon as possible.

"Karga, we have to escape." Thrall, after returning to the simple camp, looked at the relatively loose defenses around him and asked the old Orcs who luckily escaped.

"Where can we escape?" Karga blinked in confusion. They could no longer go back to Draenor, the world on the other side of Dark Portal that was about to be destroyed.

"Anyway, we have to escape from here. We will be killed. Those humans don't know why, but they have started to kill us now." Thrall looked at the confused Karga and said without hesitation.

"Then, shall we call others?" Karga listened to the words of young Orcs, feeling a little hesitant in his heart.

"I don't know, for example, if they are willing to go together, then call them, but be careful of exposing the news." Thrall thought a little in his heart. He didn't really want to call these compatriots who he had never met before, because if too many people escaped together, they would expose themselves, but if they really just sit idly by and do nothing, he would feel really sorry in his heart.

"Yeah!" Karga looked at the decisive young Orcs, his heart turned slightly, he understood instantly, and started to contact him in a low voice.

When preparing to escape, Thrall regretted a little. Yes, he regretted. He regretted that he should not have reminded Karga, because the old man actually asked thirty-four people to escape together. If so many people escaped together, they would be exposed.

Although there was a risk of being exposed, Thrall had to bite the bullet and prepare to escape. Because of his identity, he escaped from another prisoner camp Durnholde Keep. Now he was just hiding his identity in this concentration camp. If he didn't escape, he might be caught soon.

Because Orcs has always been depressed and sleepy all day long, the human camp is inevitably a little lax. Most of the soldiers thought that Orcs would sleep in the camp obediently. No one would have thought that Orcs would escape, let alone that there was a smart guy among those Orcs.

With no danger, Thrall and thirty-four Orcs escaped from the camp, but after escaping, they were confused because they had nowhere to go. Their hometown was far away on another planet. Where could they go on this strange planet?

Because of his quick mind and young strength, Thrall temporarily became the leader of the team and began wandering aimlessly in the wilderness with thirty-four Orcs. Soon Thrall got tired of this life. He even missed Durnholde a little, but he knew that he could not go back there.

The aimless wandering life soon came to an end, because Thrall's team was discovered by human guards. Their wandering began to no longer be aimless, but to survive without being caught. They began to run around, and met many Orcs who were forced to escape from the camp. The team grew bigger and bigger, from thirty-five people to more than two hundred and thirty people.

The team gradually grew, but Thrall's head also felt bigger and bigger. All the Orcs were forced to flee with him due to the threat to their lives, but they still had no fighting spirit and their expressions were always miserable. Thrall even hated his compatriots. They were like pigs, pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

Thrall wanted to abandon those guys several times and escape alone, but in the end he couldn't bear it. In the end, he paid the price for his intolerance. His team was attacked by a group of guards at night. In the dark night, countless armored figures rushed out from all around, shouting "For the Alliance".

Facing the heavy siege, Thrall felt more desperate than ever before, and at the moment of his despair, a roar loud enough to crack the air came from the distant night, "Lok'tar Ogar".

Along with the roar, pairs of red eyes rushed into the battlefield in the dark night. The owners of those red eyes were a group of Orcs full of evil spirits. They were holding sharp axes. When he saw them, Thrall couldn't help but be ecstatic, not only because he saw life, but also because he felt like he saw the Orcs in his imagination.

Because of the excitement, Thrall couldn't help but scream and scream, and he killed two humans Warrior with his knife, and then roared "Lok'tar Ogar". He didn't know what it meant, but he felt that when he shouted this sentence from his mouth, his blood boiled like never before.

On the battlefield, Thrall heard a Sharp Ear scream, which sent chills down his spine. He followed the sound and saw a strong Orcs rushing into the enemy group on the battlefield, brandishing a strange two-handed single-edged battle axe. The single blade of the ax had a strange shape and a hollow at the lower arc, so it screamed like tearing the air.

The strong Orcs holding a screaming battle ax rushed into the enemy group. He was like a meat grinder. The enemy's blood sprayed under his axe. Combined with the scream when the ax was swung, it was like the blood was roaring. Thrall was a little frightened and a little excited for no reason at the same time.

After a fierce battle, the enemy was repulsed. Because of his outstanding performance on the battlefield, Thrall was received by the leader of the group of Orcs who broke into the battlefield. A man with black hair tied to the sky, uh Orcs, whose black hair is parted and draped over his cheeks, wears iron rings under his nose and on his fangs, and his eyes are glowing red. The bulging muscles all over his body look brave and strong, but the oily green skin is a bit uncomfortable.

Thrall recognized that the Orcs in front of him was Orcs wielding that strange battle axe, so he greeted him with respect, and the other party also grinned and patted his shoulder, saying his name was Grom·Grommash Hellscream with Common, and asked him his name.

It turned out that he was Grom·Grommash Hellscream. Thrall was a little surprised, and then reported his name. He was called too many by Karga and the others. He no longer had the shame that he had at the beginning. It was just a simple name.

After a brief introduction, Thrall expressed respect to Grom and asked him to take in himself, Karga and others, but to his surprise, Grom actually refused, without hesitation, and the reason was so outrageous. Since Orcs in the concentration camp had no fighting spirit, they were not worthy of becoming a member of the Warsong Clan.

Although he refused to take in Karga and others without hesitation, Grom was particularly fond of Thrall and said he would not take in those people. However, for him, Warsong Clan can be an exception because he has fighting spirit and is a member of the Frostwolf Clan.

Thanks to "shenmeguiwan" for the reward and support.