Orgrim, the chosen son of the Blackstone Clan, the favored of the elements, the wielder of the Hammer of Doom, the last Grand Chief of the Horde, nicknamed the Decewer.

He is not only highly powerful, but also a rare wise man among the orcs.

However, kingship does not last forever, and heroes are afraid of twilight.

Now, he's old.

Looking at the arrangement of the guards near the mine, in exchange for back then, Orgrim even had the pride of "I can surround them all by myself".

But now, with the "best 500 big Gs" in the village, Orgrim has to outwit them.

The way he thought of it was to blend in.

The best and easiest way for humans to control orcs is through food.

If you can't eat enough, you can't try it no matter how much strength you have.

The orc slaves in the mines carried out a lot of physical labor every day, but they could only eat half full, and after coming out of the mines, the only thought after returning to the dilapidated cells was sleep, and there was no thought of resistance.

The reality is that Carlos. Barov was still exhausted in the matter of food, and Orgrim was not exempt.

Because he found that if the mine was stormed, as long as the guards burned down the warehouse, then let alone save people, the more than 3,000 orc mad slaves would not even survive for two days.

It's not liberation, it's murder.

To rescue these fellow orcs, you either have to raise enough food from elsewhere, or you have to take the warehouse behind the fence.

So Orgrim pretended to be an escaped orc, and was deliberately discovered by the guards and caught again.

Orcs are not noble, and humans are not merciful.

One of the two orcs who acted with Orgrim was directly hung on the scaffold to dry, and the other was not able to withstand the severe beating.

The trio of endurance and humiliation has not yet begun to act, and only Orgrim is left.

So extreme counter-killing is the tradition of the orc swordmaster?

Ogrim, who had been beaten and put in a cage, waited until the second half of the night, rubbed his stiff muscles for a while, spat out a piece of wire from his mouth, and skillfully poked open the keyhole.

Orgrim lamented that he was in trouble if the mine was locked with a cage that was forcibly broken by bending iron bars with iron tongs.

Without black armor and without the hammer of destruction, Orgrim remained fearless.

In order to disguise himself as a fugitive slave, the last meal was two days ago, and he was hungry like maggots.

He was severely beaten, covered in wounds, and exposed to the scorching sun for another day, and his body was severely dehydrated.

These difficulties that were enough to crush the macho man could not shake Orgrim's will.

God knows why he's such a good orc and a great chieftain is still proficient in stealth.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night and the shadows of the corners, Orgrim quickly found the warehouse.

Strangled the dozing guards, rummaged through the cabinets, ate two rock-solid loaves of bread, and drank a pot of rye wine with slag.

Ogrim held his not-so-handy long knife and headed for the prison where the orc captives were kept.

He needs some help.

The remaining four hundred and ninety-eight orcs were lying in ambush in the darkness about a thousand meters outside the main entrance of the mine camp, and the open terrain had no cover, and Orgrim had to open the trap and hold it, waiting for the orcs to rush in.

It's a daunting task.

So he was going to find a few helpers in the mine.

A lynching cell is a good option.

As the previous reconnaissance had concluded, the hard work in the mine was so exhausted that you took off your boots and stuffed them in his mouth without any response.

Instead, it was a bloodstained cell, with the sound of wailing and swearing.

It was a newly bought, an orc whose mind had not yet been crushed by brutal labor.

The detention center is where the orcs are enslaved, and the mine is a flesh mill with no humanity, and as a consumable, a certain number of orcs need to be replenished every month.

Orgrim easily identified which were the scared waste and which were the companions who could hand the knife.

The rest is to solve the problem of guards.

The paralyzing carelessness and deep sleepiness distracted the human iron gloves in the torture chamber.

Maybe they didn't even think that an orc like Orgrim would be here.

But the Great Chief of the Orcs really showed what lethal force was to the orc torturers who were tormented by pain and could not sleep peacefully.

"My name is Orgrim, I need a couple of people to follow me to open the gate, the rescuer is coming."

Orgrim raised his chin and said something like this.

However, he was met with a dead silence.

"Give up, you hurry up."

A young orc with the corners of his mouth cut open to his cheeks said in a weak voice.

Orgrim walked up to him, slashed the shackles from his feet with precision, and tossed him a wine bag.

"Who else?"

Orgrim glanced around.

"Who else wants to eat and drink enough and then die?"

The aroma of the wine is far more seductive than empty words.

The atmosphere that had been dead and silent came alive.

"Count me in."

"And me."

In this way, Ogrim pulled up the Injured and Disabled Seven.

Instead of letting them go to the warehouse together, Orgrim didn't hesitate to think about the most vicious thoughts, what if he was full of food and drink and began to be greedy for life and afraid of death?

Follow the base of the fence all the way to the gate, which is the most heavily guarded place in the entire mine camp except for the three-story house where the mine owner and overseer live.

The heavy fence cannot be destroyed in a short time without siege equipment, and if you want to release the force to enter, you must control the winch of the mechanism and open the gate from the inside.

There were less than a hundred, between seventy and eighty, and there was a brightly lit watchtower on each side of the gate, and the members of the human mine guard were heavily armed and yawning, and their eyes were wide open, although they looked exhausted.

Oops, I actually met a responsible human in such a place......

Orgrim began to retreat.

Maybe wait until the agreed time before dawn, wait for the orcs outside the door to attack, and then have a chance to have a sudden attack.

Orgrim pondered what to do in the shadows.

Lost in deep thought, Orgrim didn't notice eye contact with the other orcs around him.

The former Great Chief of the Tribes didn't notice that the orcs around him were no longer the brothers of life and death who had come with Draenor back then.

"Run! They want to betray you! ”

The orc, who had a wound in the corner of his mouth, suddenly pushed Orgrim, and when Orgrim looked back, only four of the six orcs he had rescued were left.

So where are the remaining two?

At the Human Mine Guard, they run to snitch, ready to trade the lives of Orgrim and the other four orcs for something to eat, in exchange for a less arduous job.

A shrill whistle sounded, and Orgrim was in a desperate situation.

LOOKING AT THE FOUR PAIRS OF TERRIFIED EYES STARING AT HIM, ORGRIM SHOUTED "LOC TAR" AND RUSHED OUT.

I'm just dead, Spartacus, you're right.

There was no fear in Orgrim's heart, only calmness.

Just as the entire mine was alarmed, a loud sound was heard that was louder than the warning horn.

Gate......

The gate crashed.

Thrall's hands wrapped around the thunder and lightning trampled on the ruins, and behind him were orc soldiers with blades in their hands.

"This, is this what you call the deliverer? Is he the savior of our orcs! ”

Orgrim, who stopped on the way to charge, looked at the only bright boy in the night from afar, and his mood was complicated, he didn't even hear what the orc following behind him was saying.

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