This chapter has been revised. Jiaoshou sincerely apologized for the trouble this caused. There really had been no time yesterday, so please forgive me.
The Alterac Mountains, Durnholde Keep.
Sunlight streamed down from the sky, and a gentle breeze blew into the cage that had once held the Orcs.
Durnholde Keep had once been obscure, merely one of countless places where Orcs were imprisoned.
Grand, immense, and imposing, it loomed darkly like a great beast.
It had been built because of the Orcs, and because of the Orcs it had fallen into decline.
Seen from afar, the keep was magnificent, its three concentric layers clearly visible, with lofty towers and archery towers rising within.
It measured five hundred meters on each side. A soaring lookout tower stood at its southwestern corner, with enclosed archery positions built at ten-meter intervals. All the buildings within the keep were roofed with stone slabs, and the walls themselves were broad and solid, several meters thick.
An outer curtain wall enclosed an inner stronghold and additional archery towers. A moat had been dug at the foot of the walls, encircling the entire keep. Its gate was a sturdy iron portcullis, making the place easy to defend and difficult to attack.
With enough food and soldiers, it could hold out for two years without difficulty and withstand an army tens of thousands strong.
That had been the vision when Durnholde Keep was built.
But none of it had come to pass. Despite its elite troops and ample provisions, Durnholde Keep had ultimately fallen, captured by an Orc imprisoned within it-an Orc raised there from childhood, who had personally led the assault.
It was also because of him that Durnholde Keep had become famous, turning a city that had left only a faint impression on other humans