"Sal, is the trouble down there still so fierce?"

"Yes, Ogrim, we don't have enough food, we don't have enough weapons, and our morale is ...... I don't feel good, it's a fanatical, not very rational ......"

"A vent, a revenge."

"Yes, I think you're right, it's an abnormal state."

"You should rejoice, it shows that two generations of enslavement by the Alliance have not erased the blood of our orcs, but you must also be careful, this irrational fanaticism is likely to ruin us, I have seen its power, and more than once."

"Then why did you veto the proposal to attack Nanhai Town?"

"Do you think we're really free now?"

Sal was hesitant and confused in the face of Orgrim's question, not knowing how to answer.

"There may be something wrong with the Alliance, but that monster hasn't fallen apart yet, what do you think is what makes us win? Is it our noble spirit or a strong flesh? Neither, it's the indulgence of the King of Alterac. Don't tell anyone else about this after you go out, just remember it yourself. It's the internal friction of humanity that gives us this chance, Sal. Attacking Nanhai Town can indeed get a lot of supplies, but at what cost? We're going to be in a real desperate situation. ”

"You mean we're going to act as a thug for that human king and bring him benefits? With the lives of our orcs!"

Thrall's emotions were a little agitated, but he was far from the edge of an outburst.

"That's politics, that's reality. Sal, humanity needs something from us, so it makes it easy for us. What about us? If we don't take advantage of this opportunity, how long do you think it will take us to save our compatriots next time? Compromise, you have to learn to compromise, but don't get used to compromise. ”

Orgrim couldn't deceive himself, and the feeling of being in power for a long time made him feel refreshed.

But the aging of his body also made him unable to do it.

Ogrim. The Hammer of Doom, the mighty Orc Chief, is really old.

"The world is vast, and it seems that we have many options, but Sal, those are all illusions, and there is only one way out for us, to leave."

"Leave?"

"Yes, leave."

Orgrim motioned for Thrall to stand behind him and unbuckle the black armor for him.

The Great Chief used to be able to keep his armor with him for a month, but now, in just half a day, the weight of the armor made his shoulders sore and uncomfortable.

"Human hubris gives us a golden opportunity. As a former enemy, it's not just humans who are studying us orcs, I'm also thinking about the Alliance, thinking about humans. ”

Orgrim motioned for Thrall to sit down as well, and to sit closer.

"This is Hillbride Hills."

Orgrim drew a chart of the mountains and rivers on the ground.

"We're here now."

Then there's the Wall of Soradin.

"The kingdom of Oakland is here, and the gateway to the Arathi Highlands is here."

Then, Orgrim threw a punch on the ground.

"You should be familiar with this place."

"Yes, Dunhold."

Thrall nodded.

"Do you think we can take down Dunhold Castle?"

Orgrim asked in a low voice.

"Probably not, there are too many old people and children, we look like there are 10,000 people, but maybe less than half of them can actually fight."

After a brief thought, Thrall answered the question.

"That's right, that's why, why we can't attack Nanhai Town."

"Hmm...... I still don't quite understand. ”

Orgrim patted Sal on the shoulder, and instead of speaking, continued to refine his map on the ground.

Arashi, Dalaran, Silver Pine Forest......

Sal didn't speak, just watched quietly.

Although the scale may not be correct, Orgrim used his memory to draw on the ground the territory he had conquered.

"There is no second orc who really knows the world except me."

Orgrim said proudly.

"At Hillsbrad, this is a dead land, and Lordaeron and Alterac are ready to draw troops to contain us north of the walls of Soladin. That's that Carlos. The reason why Barov dared to indulge us. Don't think about it, there must be a legion in ambush to the south of the wall of Soladin, and as soon as we have the intention of fleeing, the human army will appear immediately. The wolf cavalry of our orcs has been lost, but the human war horses have no chance of winning. ”

Sal looked down at the world Orgrim had shown him, his fists clenched and speechless.

"But we don't have no chances."

Orgrim's words made Thrall jerk his head up.

"Here, here, there's a hidden path."

Orgrim nodded to the northeast of Dunhold Castle.

"In the mountains, there is a path that cannot be walked by a large human army, but we orcs can walk. Your father walked by, the Frostwolf Clan walked, and I walked too, and from there the Horde bypassed the Alliance's defenses at the Walls of Soradin and split Hillsbrad into the Alasso Heights. ”

"What do you mean......"

"We must make humanity pay for their hubris, and we must let humanity know that orcs will never be slaves!"

Orgrim's words made Sal's blood boil.

"So until then, we can't anger the king of Alterac and attack the town of Southsea. There won't be too much time, and the king of humanity won't give us much time. More of his compatriots must be rescued, more soldiers must be armed, and then Dunhold Castle must be attacked, where there are at least 50,000 orcs. Just by beating down Dunhold Castle, we can cross the mountains to the Arathi Heights. Fort Riptide has decayed, the Coalition's humanity is mired in internal strife, and once we reach Arathi, food and minerals will be available. Only then can we truly breathe a sigh of relief. Sal, you have to remember that the ultimate goal of us orcs is survival, freedom, not revenge, and we must not compromise with the extreme cries of others. ”

Thrall looked into Orgrim's eyes and nodded heavily.

"I'm going to appease those people, and I'm going to let them listen to you."

As Thrall left, Orgrim let out a long sigh of relief.

When the frostwolf clan was in seclusion, he didn't feel that after several battles in a row, Anduin. The wound that Lothar had left on him began to ache faintly.

Orgrim slowly stood up and left the crypt that served as a command post, looking at the bustling orcs in the camp with mixed feelings.

At the same time, in the city of Lordaeron, Carlos had just finished the first round of talks.

Finally, with the combination of grace and power, the great lords who had surplus food in Lordaeron's hands began to relent.

Instead of using violent means of coercion, Carlos solved the problem of food procurement in the most orthodox way.

Although it is hard, there are no hidden dangers, and this is the real integrity.

At the same time, news of an orc riot in the Hillsbrad Hills began to spread.

But after so many years, when the orcs don't make a few troubles, Lordaeron City doesn't seem to pay attention to this news.

"I still don't need to wait for the fire."

Carlos sighed and muttered to himself.

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