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Since the chaos broke out in Orcs, the number of refugees in various places in Lordaeron has doubled, and not only Lordaeron, but also Stromgarde from Arathi Highlands next door, Ogres was so helpless that Syndicate only used some simple methods to successfully gather a large number of refugees and help them find a meal in Durnholde. This is just the first step. 👮🔥 paw 🎁🐊

Gathering refugees and opening shops will inevitably attract the attention of Durnholde manager Blackmoore, but that is not what Bash needs to care about. Syndicate has no other skills. He is still very good at sneaking and acting, but Blackmoore is not easy to fool.

The full name of Blackmoore is Edlas Blackmoore. He was a lieutenant when he was young and participated in the battle of the Alliance against Horde. Later, due to his outstanding military exploits and operational capabilities, he finally gained the right to manage Durnholde and the Orcs prisoners in Durnholde.

After gaining the right to manage Durnholde, Blackmoore established a fighting arena in this castle, used Orcs captives to amass wealth, and secretly accumulated strength. This time, after discovering the grain store controlled by Syndicate, he remained calm on the surface until Feast of Winter Veil came before calling the owner of the grain store.

Blackmoore first reprimanded him, and then asked all the refugees gathered by the trading company to leave. He also asked the trading company to transport a batch of grain to Durnholde for free before Feast of Winter Veil, which was pure blackmail.

The boss of the grain store is an assassin sent by Syndicate, and his acting skills are also very good. On the surface, he is just like an ordinary businessman, making excuses. After Blackmoore further intimidated him, he reluctantly agreed. After returning home, he immediately reported the situation to Bash.

"Do as he said." Bash listened to the boss's report and thought for a moment. This was an unexpected situation. The task Zul'ra gave him was to accumulate strength in Durnholde so that he could contact him. Warchief in Horde will cooperate to liberate Orcs in Durnholde, and seize this castle and hand it over to Syndicate. Now is an opportunity.

"But Blackmoore wants us to hand over all the refugees to him!" The boss of the grain store was a little embarrassed. They recruited the refugees, but they planned to use them as soldiers.

"Give it to him too. Do you still expect those refugees to help you restore the country?" Bash smiled and lowered his voice.

"Isn't that what you plan to do? Then why do you want us to recruit those refugees?" The owner of the grain store had a dull expression. They thought that the refugees were recruited to serve as soldiers in the future, but now it seems that is not the case.

"Of course it is used to build reputation. This is what Zul'ra Jin means." Bash did not hesitate. In fact, Zul'ra meant to him to build reputation and recruit refugees, and wait for opportunities to cooperate in the future. Orcs captured Durnholde and did not go into details about anything else, but he believed that Blackmoore's request for refugees today must have been within Zul'ra Jin's expectations.

"But after we hand over the refugees to Blackmoore and transport food to him, what are we going to do next?" The boss of the food bank couldn't help but scratch his head. Trolls didn't understand this idea at all!

"Where do you plan to transport the food from this time?" Bash asked.

"From Andorhal."

"From Andorhal to here, will you encounter Orcs?"

"No, we have special channels."

"Then I ask you to transport the grain to Orcs, and also bring a batch of weapons to them." Bash did not hesitate.

"What, where is Blackmoore?" The boss of the grain store was a little confused, but the grain had to be shipped to Blackmoore.

"Just tell him that the food was stolen by Orcs." Bash touched his chin.

"Then how do we hand over our food to Orcs? I heard that they..." The boss was a little worried. Those Orcs seem to be very cruel.

"Find a past team leader who can speak Orcish. When you meet Orcs, remember to explain that you are looking for their Warchief, and then say that the batch of food was given to Horde by Amani, and ask him not to forget to bring something to say when he comes back." Bash arranged it naturally.

"Is this really possible?" The boss of the grain store couldn't believe it.

"You won't know if it works until you do it. Remember, find someone you can trust." Bash naturally reached out and patted the boss on the shoulder. The fact that he can stay here in Durnholde now represents the Syndicate's ability. It should be a piece of cake for them to contact the orcs.

"Okay, okay!" The boss felt a little sweaty on his forehead, but he had to agree, and then asked someone to ride a fast horse to send the message to Durnholde and hand it over to Duke Foulcrest and others outside.

Now Orcs is wandering around outside. Syndicate, as a seasoned local snake, still has some skills. Duke Foulcrest quickly prepared food and manpower. On the way from Andorhal through the old land of Alterac, he successfully bumped into a group of Orcs and struck up a conversation with them.

After a lot of twists and turns, the message was sent to the Orcs camp hidden somewhere in the wild of Arathi Highlands. In front of Xiong Xiong's campfire, Thrall started a conversation with Orgrim regarding Amani's message through Syndicate.

"Warchief, was Trolls really one of us in the past?" Thrall put his hands on his knees and looked at the fire in front of him. Growing up in the human world, he had heard many rumors about Trolls, and he had even seen a lot, whether it was Durnholde's arena or Alterac's mountains.

"Forest Trolls is indeed one of us. Speaking of which, Horde still owes them a victory!" Orgrim looked at Xiong Xiong's flames and couldn't help but feel a little dazed. He missed the past years of fighting side by side with Trolls.

"But now they are transmitting words to us through humans, can they still trust us?" Thrall looked at the old Orcs, who was wearing black plate armor and with gray hair under the firelight. He was a little worried about whether Trolls could be trusted!

"Thrall, my adjutant, regarding whether allies are trustworthy, you should not blindly judge who is right or wrong, but actually observe their actions. In addition, as a leader, never expect to gain anyone's trust!" Orgrim looked at the blue eyes of young Orcs and smiled slightly.

"Then we need to contact those Trolls? I mean, we need food and weapons now. Maybe those Trolls can help us." Thrall nodded slightly with calm eyes, and asked at the same time, no matter what those Trolls are like, Orcs needs allies now.

"Don't worry, Thrall, we still need to observe and rescue more companions. As for those Trolls, I want to wait a little longer, but speaking of which, I miss Zul'jin a little bit. E." The fangs at the corners of Orgrim's mouth curled up. He remembered the scene when he went to find Zul'jin for the first time. Unfortunately, time has gone forever.

"Zul'jin?" Thrall looked up slightly.

"Well, he is the chief of Trolls, a very brave guy, and he was once my comrade-in-arms." Orgrim looked at Thrall who didn't realize how powerful he was, couldn't help but think of it, and quickly explained to him.

"Forest Trolls was invited by me to join Horde. They are excellent allies. Of course, you have to endure some of their little bad habits, such as cannibalism. Speaking of which, after the war failed, I don't know what happened to them now..." Orgrim said, and couldn't help but look a little lonely. As Warchief, he had a lot of responsibilities for the failure of the war.

"Warchief..." Thrall looked at the lonely old Orcs under the firelight. He ignored the topic of Trolls and stepped forward to comfort him. His mood seemed to be low recently.

"Okay, it's getting late. Let me think about it and let's do this! After the next concentration camp is liberated, I will go find Zul'jin in person and have a good talk with him." Orgrim interrupted Thrall. He didn't want to hear any comfort. Although he was older, he was not that fragile.

"Yes." Thrall looked at the old Orcs who was interrupting his comforting words and chose to nod.

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