An orc hero in human eyes, a traitor in the eyes of his own people.
Thrall had truly gained the status of a free man in Durnholde, yet the circle he could move in kept shrinking.
The orcs in the internment camps gradually began distancing themselves from Thrall. Many heard that he had killed the troll reinforcements sent to rescue the Warsong Clan Tribe on the battlefield at Southshore. Soon, rumors spread throughout the entire Durnholde internment camp.
Thrall's standing plummeted as the rumors grew more distorted with each retelling.
In their final version, Thrall had become a villain who slaughtered Warsong Orcs warriors, an orc "hero" enslaved in body and mind who had utterly become an Alliance lackey.
"What's wrong?" Theresa stopped beside Thrall with a basin in her hands and asked with concern.
Thrall had just returned from the military camp. He was now captain of the vanguard in the keep's Seventh Column. Blackmoore had allowed him to join the army as an orc.
With his formidable fighting strength and farsighted strategic thinking, Thrall quickly established his authority within the army.
The soldiers had all heard of Thrall's heroic deeds at Southshore. They did not question his loyalty to the Alliance because of his identity.
For a time, Thrall flourished in Durnholde Keep.
Yet Thrall was not happy. An orc gaining respect in Alliance society was an immense irony.
Thrall had always wanted recognition from his own people, but his current life only widened the distance between them.
Remembering what Zuluhed had told him that day, Thrall felt an extraordinary weight in his heart.
The Horde should never have fallen this far. So many of his people should never have been imprisoned in cold internment camps, struggling through the rest of their lives.
As Zuluhed had said, the