Just when the dwarves had begun flying to Durnholde, the castle remained as calm as before, as if it had no idea that it was about to be attacked by a large number of enemies.
In fact, no one from Durnholde to the commander Blackmoore or the guards guarding the gate knew that a group of enemies was on the way.
The messenger sent by Ravenholdt notified Lordaeron notified Dalaran notified Wildhammer Dwarves, even Ironforge who was far away from Wetlands and who built a wall to defend himself Kingdom of Gilneas had people sending messages - Ravenholdt. They judged that this time might lead to a new war sweeping across Eastern Kingdoms humanity - Orcs, so they sent the message to all parts of the world, out of fear that all countries would be caught off guard if they encountered a war.
Unfortunately, only the center of this war, Durnholde Keep, did not receive any news. However, this was not because Ravenholdt made a mistake while busy. They deliberately did not notify Durnholde.
According to the information obtained by Ravenholdt, the leader of Durnholde Keep, General Blackmoore, has been targeting Lordaeron and Alliance has evil intentions. Ever since he picked up a Orcs baby, this "ambitious" warden came up with the idea of using Orcs to help him ascend to the throne.
If General Blackmoore hadn't been a cowardly character and a very good drinker, he might have had a chance to do something big. Unfortunately, until Thrall got rid of his control, Blackmoore couldn't make up his mind to rebel.
It was precisely because of Blackmoore's various shortcomings that he also had problems with Durnholde's management. If Orcs had not had any idea of escape, he would have run out of prisoners in this concentration camp.
In fact, Blackmoore's focus in recent years has been on the Orcs arena organized by himself. Relying on the convenience of guarding Orcs's captives, he established a arena in Durnholde that is famous for its authenticity. Over the past few years, this arena has gained a great reputation and attracted a large number of wealthy and leisure nobles, providing Blackmoore with a large amount of wealth.
The young Orcs, who was adopted by him and named Thrall, became Blackmoore's cash cow. This Orcs, who had received several years of training, was proficient in various combat skills, and also Perhaps because he has lived with humans since he was a child, Thrall's temper is not as violent as the ordinary Orcs, but has an extraordinary calmness, which also increases Thrall's winning rate in the arena.
However, Thrall himself doesn't really like the days of fighting beasts, Ogre or Orcs in the arena every day to please the spectators. However, Thrall, who has been trained by Blackmoore since he was a child, doesn't know what else he can do besides fighting.
When he is not scheduled to play, Thrall not only trains with various dummies by himself, but also sneaks around the place where his compatriots are imprisoned.
Since Thrall began to receive combat training, Blackmoore has not allowed Thrall to continue to contact other Orcs. However, Thrall knows very well that he and humans are not of the same race. This can be detected from the strange looks in the eyes of the guards and servants.
Although those idle clan members always look listless, Thrall still feels that they are closer, not just because of their similar appearance and common skin color. No. 1
Thrall has a vague feeling in his heart that if he wants to save these compatriots, he must at least cheer them up. No matter what, this current state is definitely abnormal.
It's a pity that Thrall hasn't been able to put his thoughts into action yet. Every time he sneaks around the sight of the guards and contacts his own people, he rarely gets any response, as if these Orcs regard Thrall as an alien.
The same was true for this contact. Thrall excitedly described his Heroism performance in the arena to several Orcss who were similar to him, but basically got no resonance. What made Thrall even more uncomfortable was that the eyes of the older Orcss looked at him with a hint of hatred in addition to indifference.
Under such gazes, Thrall gradually lost interest in conversation, and could only hand over some of the food he had saved recently to these tribesmen, and left in a hurry.
"What should I do?" Thrall returned to his room in confusion. As Blackmoore's excellent cash cow, he naturally deserves this treatment.
However, lying on a bed made of straw, Thrall found it difficult to fall asleep. As long as he closed his eyes, the numb and hateful faces of his compatriots would appear before his eyes, making Thrall a little upset. It was not until exhaustion completely took over his spirit that young Orcs fell into a deep sleep.
While sleeping, Thrall felt as if he had left Durnholde Keep and came to a land of ice and snow. This snow-covered wasteland was filled with all kinds of strange monsters. Thrall swore that he had never seen so many strange creatures, and he had never seen anything like this even in his previous dreams.
Surrounded among these strange creatures was a Orcs with brown skin and white paint on his face. Thrall only took one look and understood that this Orcs was different from those imprisoned compatriots. His eyes shone with wisdom and courage.
In the dream, the brown-skinned Orcs and Thrall chattered a lot about the ancient glory of Orcs. Although they had never heard anyone else mention it, Thrall knew that that was what they were looking for. His tribe was by no means the only ones who had nothing to do.
Later, the old Orcs, who claimed to be Ner'zhul, told Thrall that he would save these compatriots who were being bullied by humans, and he hoped that Thrall could help him when the time comes.
At the end of the dream, Thrall was surprised to see a set of pitch-black armor appear on Ner'zhul's body. Just staring at the armor made Thrall feel chilled in his heart. Such a strange thing. A strange feeling awakened Thrall from his dream. Before he woke up, Ner'zhul's words echoed in his mind, "Help me, Thrall, and work with me to change the destiny of our people."
Just when Thrall woke up from his dream, he suddenly heard the sound of alarm bells coming from all over the castle. Young Orcs ignored the experience in the dream and hurriedly put on his usual equipment, wanting to see what happened.
Thrall, who is proficient in Common, quickly summarized what happened from the chaotic shouts coming from everywhere. It seemed that a group of monsters came to attack the castle, but the descriptions of the monsters were varied, Thrall As walked towards the gate, he heard several completely different descriptions, such as spiders bigger than humans, huge bats, skeletons with only skeletons left... This completely confused Thrall, who had never left the castle. Why did he feel that these things were so familiar?