Sal carried Teresa on his back for two whole days.

Two days later, Teresa regained her health, but she did not ride the leopard.

The reason is that they left the forest.

"How far is it?"

Sal asked cautiously lowering his voice.

Now he wears a wide black robe, covering his whole body at all.

The four of them walked on the road leading to the Lordamire asylum.

"Walk straight for about twenty minutes."

Kael'thas remembered the approximate location of Lordamere's asylum, so he could estimate the time.

Twenty minutes, such a short period of time made Sal a little nervous.

He began to think about how to talk to the orcs in the shelter.

Thrall doesn't know a lot about things, and he wants to see his race and find out where he is born.

Kael'thas knew it, but he thought it would be better for Sal to find it himself.

"How will we divide the labor in a moment?"

Karina, who finally understood their destination, interjected and asked:

"You're not going to go in in the open, are you?"

This is obviously impossible, Lordamire Shelter is different from other places, it has a very strict identity check, and it is not easy to sneak in.

Kael'thas knows that, too.

"Be careful, I'll work with you to find a way to create chaos and give Thrall a chance to get in."

He explained to Karina.

"What about me?"

Teresa was a little puzzled:

"What should I do?"

The other three laughed.

"You just stay outside."

"Teresa, don't take any chances."

"I'll keep the leopard to protect you!"

The three of them were very unanimous in their opinions, and they all didn't want Teresa to be involved in this matter.

The most important reason for this is undoubtedly that she does not have the slightest ability.

After a short time, they arrived at the Lordamire Shelter, where the newly erected high walls blocked the view of several people, but the shelter, which was nearly a kilometer wide, still showed its majesty and majesty.

"Behind the wall are my people? 】

Thrall looked at the wall and felt his blood boiling.

He was born into the Frostwolf Clan, which was not cursed by the demon in his blood, but that didn't stop Thrall's fighting spirit.

"Let's find a place to put Teresa in the first place."

Karina alerted Sal and they left the road again.

There were strange rocks on the side of the Lordamere asylum, and Kael'thas chose this place.

"It's nice and it's safe."

Karina agreed.

Sal naturally had no objections, and he turned to say goodbye to Teresa:

"I'll be back by night."

After the last conversation in the forest, the two young men couldn't help but have a strange atmosphere when they got along, which made Sal feel a little uncomfortable, but he was always embarrassed to say it.

Teresa felt the same way.

But she's a little better than Sal.

"Please be careful."

She approached Thrall, looking up at the past:

"Protect yourself."

Under the gaze of these beautiful eyes, Sal felt his face heat up a little.

"I will."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and fled.

Kael'thas and Karina watched the conversation with a lively mood, and then followed Sal after a few words of advice to Teresa.

"I'm on my left, you're on your right."

After Karina finished speaking to Kael'thas about the division of labor, she turned to Sal and said:

"We can't keep the guards out of sight, you'll have to hurry up and sneak in."

A person of high strength, Karina maintains the most objective view of his actions.

"I'll take notice."

Thrall assured as he held the broadsword Kael'thas had given him.

Kael'thas and Karina scattered, breaking into the wall before Sal was about to go.

Sirens and fights soon rang out, and Thrall watched cautiously until the people above were almost gone.

“”

He gritted his teeth and pulled out his feet and ran towards the high wall.

Although he has not studied it systematically, this high wall is not in Sal's concern, and he relies on his momentum and physical strength to rush to the top of the high wall.

There was no one - there was no one more than ten meters around Sal, and he was amazed at the ability of his two companions.

Thrall jumped off the wall, kicking up dust on the ground with a "boom", but the orc ran in one direction as if he hadn't been hurt in any way, seizing the time to hide in the shadows of a wooden toilet.

His heart was pounding, but it was better than he expected - no one noticed him.

Thrall began to observe the shelter, and countless green orcs appeared in his field of vision.

It was his kind, but their current situation was not to make Sal happy.

Lordamere Containment is more of a massive open-pit mine than a shelter, and orcs are used as tools with anklets.

"Hurry up!"

Thrall saw a human overseer give the orc a whip just because he had slipped on his foot.

Anger came out of Thrall's eyes.

In his eyes, these people were skinny and obviously not getting enough food.

[Calm. 】

Thrall told himself to be calm, and his eyes continued to scan to spot rows of wooden houses in the distance, outside which were guarded by humans, but orcs were often in and out.

That's where the orcs are held!

He looked for cover, and little by little he made his way to the wooden house.

Because he had to keep an eye on the guards, an opportunity to move forward often took minutes or even more than ten minutes, and it took Thrall an hour to reach the back of the wooden house.

Fortunately, behind the wooden house was a cliff, unguarded but with a small gap.

Thrall dived over, then listened to the movement, and carefully carved a slit with his sword to look inside.

Inside the wooden room were the orc slaves who were densely packed together, each sitting on the ground resting with tired expressions.

There are no human guards there.

"Hey, hey"

Thrall whispered, and it took a few minutes for an orc slave to notice something strange and turn his eyes to this side.

When he saw Thrall, the orc's eyes widened, and he immediately covered his exclamation with his big hands.

"Young people"

The orc slave blocked the slit with his body and asked in a low voice:

"You're from outside?"

He could tell from his clothes that Thrall was not a slave here.

"Yes, I'm here to see you."

Thrall replied with joy on his face.

"See us, idiot!"

Unexpectedly, some old orc slaves in this grade scolded:

"If you haven't been caught, don't come to such a dangerous place to ask for your own suffering!"

Even though the scolding was so small that only two people could hear it, Sal felt the anger hidden within.

"I have a few companions, and it's going to be fine."

He hurriedly explained.

The old orc was even more angry:

"Don't come to this kind of place if you have companions, it will make you all unlucky!"

The orcs have been defeated, and this old orc does not think that it is a good thing for the orcs of the outside world to come in.

Especially such young people, they always don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick.

"Listen, if you want to save us, you'd better die sooner."

The old orc's voice became low and depressed:

"Before you, several groups of orcs came in with this in mind, but they were all caught."

He let go of the slits, then quietly pointed his finger at a wounded young orc.

"See him or not, he's one of them."

The old orcs have some hatred that iron is not made of steel:

"You guys can't hide outside, what are you doing in this place?"

"Even if all the guards here die, you won't be able to save us!"

Over the years, the orcs have become weaker and weaker, but Thrall has no idea.

He asked for details.

The old orc, who seemed to be a polymath, began to tell him about demonic blood.

The blood of demons once provided the orcs with great strength and recovery speed, and also made them fearless to death, but these things were like drugs, invading the life in the orcs' bodies.

The aura that Gul'dan triggered reduced the power of the demonic blood, and all the side effects came out, and made the orcs more vulnerable as time passed.

"Do you see the orcs at work? They have lost their fighting spirit and strength, and they only know how to live in the muddy."

This is also the reason why no orcs rebel against humans.

"As long as this curse remains, we will never escape the clutches of humanity."

"Even if we leave for a short time, they can arrest us right away."

The old orc told a very realistic situation, which hit an unsuspecting Thrall hard.

"Is there no way to break the curse?"

Sal asked reluctantly.

He looked at these people who were suffering, and his heart was very uncomfortable.

"Nope."

The old orc lay on the wall and sighed:

"Even our greatest Great Chief has not found a way to solve it, and this curse cannot be broken."

His arm blocked the slit, and the trembling muscles could be seen:

"Young man, what's your name?"

"Thrall."

Sal immediately replied that he didn't say his last name because he didn't know.

"Salsar, I just saw you with a pair of intelligent and spiritual blue eyes."

The old orc apparently didn't know what the name 'Thrall' meant in human words, and perhaps knowing it wouldn't change his blessings.

"This proves that your blood is not cursed and contaminated, and you are one of the few healthy orcs you have now."

"So now you shouldn't be here, the outside is your world."

"You leave now, ignore us failed orcs, and live well."

Thrall heard the old orc's smiling threat:

"If you don't go out, I'll tell the humans about your existence."

"That's how the guy from before survived, trust me, it's better than you get caught on your own."

(To be continued)