A group in Kargal? Led by War Scar, they entered the camp.

The camp was a mess, littered with broken corpses and broken weapons, and in many places there were stains of black-brown blood. Some of the orcs were cleaning up the battlefield and clearing the camp, and although they had suffered heavy casualties, the joy of victory completely outweighed the grief of losing their comrades—perhaps the orcs would not have such a feeling of grief at all, and in their opinion, a glorious enough death was what a worthy warrior should want, and Diego could not see a trace of frustration on their faces. Such soldiers are what every commander wants, because in them you can see almost all the qualities that a soldier needs - a strong physique like a beast, courage to face death, and endless battles**.

They came to an orc bunker, the most intact structure in the camp, and the others were either charred black or simply destroyed into ruins.

There were crates of supplies piled up around the bunker, some of which had been pried open, and some iron arrowheads were thrown out of it and scattered all over the ground. Kargas kicked open several empty boxes blocking the doorway and walked in first.

"It's a bit of a mess here, let's try to make it work." He twisted his head and said apologetically.

The space underneath the bunker was much larger, with a large roof made of animal skins, and in battle, soldiers could attack with ballistas or stones from the upper floor.

"You're welcome, just sit casually, just like in your own home." Cagar beckoned, and he turned around and rummaged around the corner, muttering something under his mouth.

"Where are you hiding? I don't believe these bunnies are hiding their smuggling! Diego vaguely heard him seem to be saying that.

Looking at this unobtrusive boss, Yusek looked embarrassed, and he didn't know what to say for a while. There were no tables or chairs in the bunker, so he hurriedly pushed over a few boxes and invited everyone to sit down. The crowd chatted indiscriminately, and Diego looked around at the inside of the bunker. He saw several rope beds hanging from the walls, which were supposed to be for the soldiers who were not on duty at night. On the weapon rack under the rope bed, there are weapons such as warhammers and spears. Some have been taken, but some are still there, seemingly kept as a backup.

"Found it, found it!" That's when it happened. He saw the Cagal Warhammer, which had been rummaging for something, suddenly straighten up and shouted happily.

He walked over to the crowd with a couple of bags, and then one of them threw over a bag.

"Frog poison wine, the trolls make good wine, and only they can make the venom of the poison dart frog into wine." Kargar admired and admired, "If you are a little timid, you really don't dare to drink this." ”

Well, he's said so, can he still not drink it? Diego uncorked the wine bag and took a big gulp. To be honest, it was the first time Diego had drunk such a bad wine, the taste was smooth, like the mucus on the surface of a frog's body, and it was spicy in the mouth. There was also a fishy smell of thorny algae, and Diego even wondered if this thing was really wine?

However, looking at the two orcs looking happy, Diego had to admit that the differences between the races were not just about appearance and ideology, but that taste alone was enough to make people shy away.

However, the Minotaur reacted more violently than Diego's, and Bane grinned and couldn't help but snort.

"What's next for you? I mean. Is there anything we can help with? He said loudly, but Diego guessed he was trying to distract the orcs—the wine was too bad for anyone to drink anymore.

And he did succeed. Hearing him say this, both Kargas and Yosek put down their wine bags.

"Let's be honest. I still don't understand what these centaurs and boar men are crazy about coming to attack the outpost," Kargas said after a moment's thought, "you know, even if you take this place. The benefits they get are not comparable to the price they pay, which is not normal. ”

"The Forward Outpost was built to protect the bridge across the Nushui River, but this time the bandits came directly at the outpost, and during the time they surrounded the outpost, they had countless opportunities to burn the bridge, but they didn't even look at it." Yousekh added.

Both Bane and Dezko were silent. It has to be said that this is a puzzling question, especially since it is said that among these attackers there are still orcs.

"Maybe I have a clue." At that moment, Diego suddenly spoke. He glanced at Masrae, who walked out of the bunker in understanding.

In fact, Diego never understood why the orc thief jumped out to attack him, was he too stupid to see that they were gone? Did he think he could get away with killing this human, or did he think that this human was a big man in some human kingdom where dying could provoke a war between humans and orcs?

Just as Diego was puzzled, Masrae dragged the orc corpse in and dropped it to the ground with a thud.

For some unknown reason, Kargar and Yusekhoran stood, believing it to be the corpse of one of the outpost guards, and Masrae's disrespect for the corpse made them angry.

"You'd better see if it's your man first." Diego said coldly, one of his hands already clenching the revolver on the side of his leg. He knows better than anyone about the irascible and reckless nature of orcs. For this kind of person, you can't take a step back, only tougher than them can make them sober up.

Kargal? The scar hesitantly took a few steps forward, taking a closer look at the corpse. After a while, he looked up: "I don't remember any of my men looking like this, Yusek, you'd better come and see it too." “

"I'm sure it's not one of ours," his lieutenant said with certainty after a few glances, "I know every boy in the camp, and it's not any of them. ”

Cagar vaguely understood the identity of the corpse, he turned to look at Diego, "Where did you get it?" ”

"In the battle just now, he jumped out of the shadows and tried to attack me."

Cagar nodded.

"On the first day of the attack, we saw some orcs among the attackers, but most of them were warlocks and were all hidden in their robes," he turned his head to look at Yousek, his eyes full of memories, "but I could see the red glowing eyes under their hoods, exactly the same as they were after we drank the demon's blood." ”

"Yes, I saw that too." Yusekh nodded in agreement, both of them being veterans who had drunk demon's blood under Gul'dan's lure, and understood what was going on. He stepped forward, tugged at the corpse's head, and saw the tattoo on his cheek. His whole face changed.

"Hell, it's the Fireblade Clan!"

"Is this tattoo real? It can't be a fake, right? Dezko was skeptical.

"No, look at its color, it was tattooed many years ago, and this scar with the tattoo cut also shows that this is a person from the Fire Blade Clan!" Kargas explained as he looked at it carefully.

"These people from the Fireblade Clan ......," Diego asked, feigning puzzlement. He knew that he had succeeded in returning the line index to the main master.

"These guys came from the Eastern Kingdom to join the tribe after the end of Mount Hyjal, and they have been advocating to continue the war with the humans and seize the territory, and many of Orgrimmar's young men have been bewitched by them, clamoring to destroy Theramore, and even the Great Chief of Thrall has a headache for this." He glanced at Diego with some embarrassment and explained, "I don't approve of these brainless guys, but you must know that there are many people among the orcs who support their arguments, even the Great Chief can only barely control them. ”

At this point, Cagar stopped suddenly, and he finally understood why these men were attacking the outpost - if a few more human corpses and weapons were thrown around the corpses of the defenders after the attack, then, forced by the raging revenge, Thrall had no choice but to declare war on Theramore, right?

Where no one was looking, Diego smiled silently. (To be continued.) )