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Leaving the cold Frostwolf Valley once more, the orc soldiers took advantage of the moonlight to leave the mountain paths of Alterac and come to the Hillbride Hills, where they had been absent for a long time.

Under the dark moonlight, there were only two places in the plains south of the Alterac Mountains that were lit up, one in the town of Southsea, with its thriving port in the south, and their destination, Dunhold, home to the orc captive camp.

The old prophet Drektar did not choose to stay in the valley, and he joined the Frostwolf soldiers in this battle.

The old orc led the orc soldiers, and his sharp eyes and courage were the same as they were back then.

"The human lady named Taresa said that the orcs of the concentration camp would be escorted out at the back door of Dunhold, and that they would avoid the avenue at the main entrance." The orc apprentice whispered a few words in Drektar's ear.

Drektar snorted coldly, staring at the heavy iron gates of Dunhold Castle and said, "Whatever they think, we must concentrate our forces and snatch the prisoner cart that escorts Gouyle." ”

"What about the other orcs?" The orc apprentice asked.

The old shaman shook his head and said, "They are responsible for their crimes, and this is their ultimate fate. ”

"But they are also our former brothers and compatriots, prophet." The orc apprentice couldn't bear to say.

'We still have a chance, Bonn. But that will have to wait for Thrall to come back and make a decision with us. The old prophet said in a firm tone.

Having an orc who grew up in a human concentration camp come up with an idea, Bonn was a little unacceptable. But since this was the Prophet's opinion, he did not continue to ask questions.

The white of the fish belly in the east showed their color in the night, and as dawn was about to break, the orc soldiers kept their bodies as low as they could, and they carefully hid in the towering woods and bushes.

To do such a disgraceful thing, Dunhold chose to do it when it was still a little dark. Blackmore himself stood on the walls and ordered the soldiers to open the back door of Dunhold Castle.

The heavy iron door rubbed against the iron door frame and made a screeching sound. After the noise ended, the first prisoner cart carrying the orcs was transported from Dunhold Castle.

Most of the orcs in the prison cart were in low spirits, and they leaned close to each other, lazily waiting for the end of this trip.

After the end of the Second Orc War, the weakening of evil power also took away the spirit of the orc soldiers. In this way, they were imprisoned in a concentration camp and lived in a coma. Without resistance or thinking, they didn't know what death would come on that day, and they didn't know what it meant to continue to live.

Every race will always have its cowardly side when it shows great strength, as the orcs who are now imprisoned at Dunhold Castle prove it.

Seeing his fellow citizens again, Drektar was silent, he didn't know what to say. He was just hating, hating Gul'dan and Naozu for ruining everything for them.

Horse-drawn carriages kept coming out of Dunhold, but the old prophet waited a long time and did not see Thrall.

Perhaps Croche wondered how the teacher, who had never met Sal, knew this Goule, who only appeared in the letters.

The old prophet did not answer, for he knew that Thrall was still an orc, and he had the spirit and strength of an orc.

The old orc was apprehensive, and he stared as the prisoner carts drove out of his sight. But half an hour later, the last, and most reliable, prisoner car came out.

Drektar saw Thrall's eyes through the cracks in the cage, and he identified the orc as Thrall.

With resolute and calm eyes, coupled with a solid body, the orcs in the cage calmly face their fate.

He knew very well what the exile in the camp meant.

Before leaving, Taresa did not come, and Sal felt a little uncomfortable. But the pain of parting is the most unbearable for herself, and Taresa must have thought so.

Thrall was not willing to die like this, but if he escaped in the previous time. Then Taresa and his mother and the old coachman must have been implicated by him and died at the hands of Baron Blackmore.

He is an orc, and he can't give these three humans a stable life, so he can't run. The love between orcs is equally important among humans, and not all humans in this country are Blackmore, but they also have noble character and human brilliance.

"Santos, escort this orc well, and after sending him to Nanhai Town, I still have some things to discuss with him." Blackmore stood on the tower and smiled slyly.

As Blake and Moore's aide-de-camp, Santos had already planned with the baron. This orc cannot be exiled, he is to be sent to the town of Nanhai to carry out the next plan.

This is Dunhold's arena champion for two consecutive years, and in him, you can see the courage of those orc generals during the orc war.

"Understood, Commander." Santos whipped his horse and walked out of the castle with the last group of soldiers.

The convoy of escort soldiers was stretched in a long line, which gave Drektar a chance.

"Keep up, wait until we get past the intersection in front of us, and we'll do it." The Prophet lowered his voice and spoke to the orc soldiers behind him.

With the morning sun rising in the east, the warm sun spreads over the mountains of Hinterland and spreads the sun on the avenues of the plains. Drektar knew that in the light of the sun, the skin of the orc soldiers would be exposed to the sight of the Dunhold soldiers. So, he rose from the hidden bushes and, with the power of the scorching elements, melted the solid armor on Santos' chest.

"Bang!" A sudden explosion alerted the human soldiers, who had not felt the smell of war again for a long time.

"Orcs! On alert, there are remnants of orcs attacking us. Santos' face changed, although he was Blackmore's lieutenant, he had not experienced the Second Orc War. At Dunhold, he was a smuggler under Baron Blackmore.

Santos subconsciously pulled the reins, and he pulled his war horse behind the cavalry.

"Roar." The orcs of the Frostwolf Clan rushed out from both sides of the road. Once again, their emaciated, exhausted bodies burst out with incredible strength.

The orc soldiers standing in the front row even used their brute force to knock the knights of Dunhold Castle, along with their horses and knights, into the air.

A layer of sweat oozed from Santos's forehead, and he pulled out the long sword at his waist with trembling hands, and kept shouting: "Quickly seek reinforcements for the troops ahead, and the rest of the people, stop these orcs." ”

Santos' order caught Drektar's attention. The old prophet looked at the deputy commander who was greedy for life and feared death, and sneered, his brown wrinkled hands slowly circled, and slowly, the gravel behind Drektar gathered, and the rubble gathered together, under the command of the old prophet, began to look for their friendly elements, and finally, the rock arrow fused with the fire element floated in Drektar's hand.

Without any consideration, Drektar's instant rock arrow pierced Santos' right shoulder.

"Ahh Kill these orcs for me, kill them. Santos was in pain, dropped his sword, and fell off his horse.

Dunhold's cavalry subconsciously guarded Santos's side, and they temporarily abandoned the care of the Saariron cage where they were imprisoned. Santos was still conscious, he opened his eyes and just wanted the soldiers to protect the cage where Sal was imprisoned, but he didn't, he didn't want to die.

"Cover my retreat, or Baron Blackmore will leave you dead." Santos clutched his right shoulder, the tears on his face mixed with snot, how embarrassed and embarrassed it was.

The cavalry obeyed Santos's orders, and they covered Santos and sent him to the front of the troops who came to help.

"Get Thrall out, we'll get out." A hot flow of lava blew up on the iron lock. Huge chains and chains snapped at the sound.

The imprisoned Sal was still confused, but he got out of the prison car anyway.

The old prophet immediately shook the hand of the young orc warrior and said, "Go!" ”

Sal froze in place, he didn't speak, just stood there.

"Don't think about it, I know what you're thinking, we'll find a way to get that girl out." The old prophet said, clasping Sal's solid arm.

Thrall's gasping for breath quickened, and he turned his head sharply, following the retreating orc troops, and disappeared into the mountain road to the north.

After running for nearly two vanished, orc soldiers entered the Alterac Valley, the old prophet motioned for the soldiers to stop. Take a break.

Thrall's physical strength was good, and he squatted on a stone slab facing south, overlooking the position of Dunhold Castle in the distance.

The old prophet picked up a dead wood, followed him, and stood beside Sal: "Your life does not belong anywhere. ”

Sal frowned slightly, he stared at the old shaman and said, "It was Taresa who asked you to save me, didn't you." ”

"It was a letter from a human girl who we first met in the Alterac Valley. She saw us orc soldiers go down the mountain to fetch water from the river, but to her surprise, she was not afraid of us. We were curious about this girl too, until, she told me about your existence. The old prophet said to Sal.

Thrall shook his head, and he looked at the old prophet with a sad expression: "Old orc, I can't leave her alone. She helped me, and Blackmore would definitely kill her. I'm going to get her out. ”

"Foolishness! Is the life of your fellow orcs so insignificant in your eyes? We're doing everything we can to save you, look at your orc soldiers who can be your fathers, their scars and their compatriots who died when they first rescued you. Do you want to go back? The old prophet's eyes were slightly red, and he looked at Sal sternly, and asked him rhetorically.

Thrall was confused, and he looked indifferently at the orc in front of him and said, "I'm not like you, I'm not a warmonger, and I've never committed a crime. ”

The old prophet turned his head to look at the soldiers, and when he saw that the soldiers were not paying attention to them, he breathed a sigh of relief and took Sal's hand: "You are right, we are all sinners, we are easily instigated, and we will be blinded by great power. But that doesn't mean we can be insulted and harmed. We were wrong, but if there was an opportunity in front of you, would you be willing to give our tribe a new lease of life? ”

Tribe? Thrall was confused. When he was in Dunhold, he thought more than a day about what he could do without the castle. He imagined that the orcs could leave behind this murderous and bloodthirsty face, and then find a new land to live in this world again. Thrall's demands are not high, he only hopes that his current people can survive and have a hopeful life again.

"I'm not qualified for that." Thrall rejects Drektar.

Drektar vetoed Sal, he pressed Sal's shoulder with his left hand and said, "No, you have." The elemental powers have echoed me, they are willing to communicate with you, willing to be the source of your power. ”

Elemental spirits? Sal did not understand such power. In Dunhold, he had only heard stories about the Archmage, and in his subconscious, the power of magic was beyond the forces of nature.

"Accept the good summons of the elements, son of frostwolves, this is your destiny." The four elements of wind, fire, earth, and water surrounded Thrall's side. Vaguely, Sal seemed to hear a whisper from the spirit world, as if he had touched a kind of wisdom hidden in the subconscious of his mind.

"The fate of the orcs?" Thrall muttered a few words, and he nodded, kind of agreeing to Drektar.

The old prophet smiled kindly, and he looked at the resolute look on Sal's face, as if he remembered the former chief.

"Durotan, I have found your son, and now it is up to him to complete your mission. I believe that the heroic soul of a true leader can last forever. ”

"Sal, I'll go and prepare, I promise you, get Taresa out. I will personally assist you. Drektar said with determination.

Thrall nodded, glanced back at Dunhold, and continued on his way to the peak.

Thrall was saved, but at the same time, Dunhold Castle was thrown into chaos. Baron Blackmore didn't want to believe that his weapon, his way to fortune, had been cut off. He still has a plan that has not yet been implemented, and he is frantically venting his anger in the castle under such a blow.

"Langton, I asked you to investigate Taresa, and what happened?" Blackmore said angrily.

Langton, who was Sal's teacher, took a deep breath and didn't answer yet. But it was only for a few seconds of hesitation that Blackmore's longsword had touched his neck. (To be continued.) )