The deal could not exactly be called smooth. Deathstroke transformed into a human noble from the Stormwind Kingdom and easily bought over a hundred Orc prisoners from Blackmoore. They were practically worthless—Orc children cost only twenty Copper Coins each, while adult warriors were only slightly more expensive.
As long as there was gold, that greedy internment camp administrator dared to make any deal. Even if his superiors later asked why so many Orcs were missing, he could simply report them as "natural losses."
There were always losses. The internment camp was not a charity; it was merely a place for centralized Orc management. Was it not perfectly normal for criminals inside to die of illness or starvation?
But when it came to Thrall, the two sides failed to reach an agreement.
Blackmoore had painstakingly raised the Orc infant he had found over a decade ago, intending to turn Thrall into an important tool—someone who could command the Orc army within the internment camps for his own use and unify all of Azeroth.
Who knew whether this lieutenant of the Kingdom of Lordaeron had already founded a nation in his dreams? In any case, his asking price for Thrall was outrageously high, making it obvious that he had no sincerity in making a deal.
In the end, Su Ming used his cigar. He simply paid nothing and left Blackmoore alive to serve as cover for the "pickup."
Thrall's treatment had been fairly decent. While the other Orcs lived in large barracks outside the castle, he lived alone in the castle dungeon. At least it counted as a private room. When he learned that he had been sold, it was like being struck by lightning. His feelings toward Blackmoore were extremely complicated.
This human had raised him. Aside from love, Blackmoore had