Unas doesn't want to be a foolish chief, and since he sits in this position, he not only wants to pursue his own interests, but also hopes to make a career.

Of course, the first thing the new official did when he took office was to familiarize himself with his jurisdiction, and in the following time, Unas ordered someone to take him on a tour of the entire stronghold.

After a few circles around the barracks, asking the rank-and-file soldiers about the situation, showing his kindness and familiarizing them with their new commander, he went to the entrance of the stronghold to inspect the fortifications, where dwarves and human workers were already busy, and their job was to raise and strengthen the stone walls.

The earth and stone excavated from the caverns in the mountain wall were used to fill the stone walls, and Unas saw a group of shackled orc captives, most of whom were short and thin, not quite the muscular assempluses he remembered, transporting the building materials.

After inquiring about the group of captives, I learned that not all the orcs were so strong, and the weaker ones accounted for the majority.

Orcs advocate the supremacy of force, the more brave the person is, the higher the status, the weak orc will naturally attach to the strong, so that the orc society is divided into two classes, the strong become the warrior class, the weak become the hard labor class, the hard labor serves the warrior, the warrior protects the safety of the hard labor, and how much hard labor a orc warrior can have to serve him depends entirely on the size of his force.

"So you say, it's all orc labor?" Unas observed the orc captives who were unloading the stones, all of them were dejected and bad, and none of them could look at them, "What about the orc warriors?" ”

"It's ridiculous that they refuse to be coolies, and that it's useless for me to whip a few whips, and that the defeated beast wants to retain its dignity?" A contemptuous smile appeared on the overseer's lips, "They only need to sit in a cage to plunder the little food that the orc laborers get after a hard day's work, what a dirty race!" ”

This guy immediately found his gaffe after making a racist statement, standing in front of him was a paladin from the Silver Dawn, they were advocating an inexplicable racial equality policy, this new commander wouldn't take a knife at himself, right?

However, he was obviously overly concerned, Unas was neither an old-fashioned nor a brainwashed impulsive young man, and after listening to the overseer's words, he just nodded and asked, "How many orcs are there in the camp?" ”

The overseer breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "Ninety-eight, oh no, ninety-six, just two died yesterday, of which 17 were orc warriors, and the rest were hard laborers. ”

Almost five to one ratio, the orc warriors are really happy, but the orc hard labor is hard, used to be oppressed by the same race, and now by the double oppression of humans and the same race, Unas shook his head, he does not have the great sentiment of liberating the orc slaves, these hard laborers look very skillful as coolies, so don't bother them.

Then there were the various gathering areas of the refugees, and he first came to the human area, which was full of old people and children with yellow faces and thin muscles, and the logistics officer told him that if this situation continued, many people might starve to death this winter, and Unas felt that the burden on his body was getting heavier and heavier.

Coming to the territory of the blood elves with a heavy heart, Unas found that there was no worst but only worse, and it was not only the famine that troubled the elves, but also the addiction.

Most of the Blood Elves have been bathed in the radiation of the sunwell, a source of magic since birth, and their physique is gradually changed by the magic of the sunwell, which has the advantage of being able to use magic easily, but also makes them dependent on the magic of the sunwell.

Therefore, when the sunwell is destroyed, the elves who suddenly lose the source of magic will be in great trouble, and their bodies will involuntarily have a thirst for magic, and this hunger and thirst is difficult to fully satisfy.

The magic of the sunwell is deep in the bone marrow of the elves, and the addiction cannot be cured, either endure it or absorb the magic through other means, and the cycle of satisfaction and hunger continues.

Due to the difference in physique, some elves are less affected, such as the rangers, who do not use magic in the first place, and have better physical fitness, and a little patience can overcome the addiction.

The mages are different, the high-level mages can draw energy from the magical network all over Azeroth, so the influence of magic addiction is limited to them, but the low-level mages and civilians are the hardest hit by the addiction, they can not bear it, and there is no new source of magic power, and they will soon die out in the repeated torture of the magic addiction.

Therefore, the highest mortality rate in the camp is the elves, most of the old people and children with weak physiques are in a dying state, and the only high-level mage Arenas - Fire Leaf is making magic crystals day and night It is impossible to satisfy these more than 400 blood elves.

Seeing the tragic condition of the blood elves, it seems that Prince Kael'thas has no choice but to let his people absorb evil energy in the game, and it is an easy question to answer whether to live or die.

The last time Unas came to the dwarf area, this is probably the best place, Shi Mei was already waiting at the intersection, and when he saw Unas and his party appear, he quickly ran over with his little short legs, and spread his hands as if he wanted to hug.

Unas had to bend down and hug him, a warm courtesy he was still not used to, and joked, "You're such a man I have to bow to." ”

"Unas is a man I have to look up to." Shi Mei also responded wittily.

Saying that the dwarves had to look up to all the adult humans, Unas was amused by him and greeted, "How are you doing?" ”

"It's still the same, it's just no meat to eat, no wine to drink, hahaha." The dwarf laughed heartily.

Unas, who was in a somewhat gloomy mood by the blood elves, lightened his mood a lot, and he took out a few bottles of good wine from his space bag that had been swept through Todd's cellar, "Wine is not simple, and then. ”

Shi Mei and a few dwarves around him hurriedly took it over, and this guy couldn't wait to uncork the bottle and smell it, and then had a fluttering expression, "It's really good wine!" ”

"Save some drinks, I don't have a few bottles left."

Walking around the dwarven camp, Unas also saw the gnomes he hadn't seen when he came last time, most of the cave huts and tents were empty, and most of the hardworking and versatile dwarves had gone out to work, which was why they were doing better.

Dwarves are a force that can be united, Unas thought, so perhaps the investigation into Horia's death doesn't have to be pushed too hard.

"Brother Unas!" Unas's thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice and a unique title, and he didn't have to look back to know who was coming.

Beryl ran to him with a cheerful pace, and Unas thought that the Night Elf Maiden would throw herself into his arms as before, but she braked suddenly, and made a slight Night Elf courtesy, and even changed her name: "Lord Unas, we welcome you like the wind in the forest." ”

This was obviously a polite phrase that someone else taught her, and it seemed that Beryl had been trained well, Unas smiled and bowed slightly, "Miss Blade Song, it's my pleasure." ”