…… Chapter 105 Going Home (The Second Request for a Monthly Pass)

Dunhold Castle collapsed with a tremor of the earth and a roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Blackmore also has many of the sinful corpses of the stubborn shelter guards, buried deep in the ground by broken boulders and collapsed beams. Buried beneath this ruin is the shame and pain of the orcs, as well as the decay and sin that breeds here......

Dunhold Castle, the head of the evil of the orc asylum, is now in ruins, and his master has been immortalized ever since

Sal looked at the ruins in front of him with mixed feelings. There is the joy of dreams coming true, and the joy of slashing enemies; There is also the amazement after revenge, and the dazed after destroying a deep memory with his own hands.

"Unless you bury it in your heart, you'll always feel like he's not buried deep enough"

An old but rational voice rang out beside Thrall—the blind old shaman Drektar. Brook and Drektar, along with their fellow orcs who had been rescued from the Arathi Heights, had caught up with the orc army last night. At this moment, Drektar is standing by Thrall's side like Don, witnessing this historic moment.

Seeing through his heart, Sal turned to look at Drektar and said respectfully to the mentor who had once again awakened him.

"You're wise, Drektar, maybe too wise"

As Thrall and Drektar were fighting, the Hellroar on the side stepped forward and said, "We gave the humans water and food, Chief. Varok and his brothers have returned, it's time for us to go."

"Wait, my brother, I have one more mission for you," Thrall said, turning to a respectful hellish growl. "Bring me a guy named Zaim Pree, I need that coward to help me with something"

Hell Roar nodded, hammered his chest hard, saluted, and strode away to carry out Thrall's orders. Moments later, Hellroar came back with a blood-roaring axe blade against the backs of the earth-colored Zaem Pres.

"Saar...... I... I—" Zaim Prese knelt down in front of the great chief of the tribe the moment he saw Sal, and Zaim, whose forehead was covered with cold sweat, tried to say something in a trembling tone, but was immediately interrupted by Sal waving his hand impatiently. Speaking of which, Pres and Sal are also old acquaintances, and as Blackmore's number one dogleg, he used to bully this "slave" a lot. Sal has no liking for Zaim Pree, and naturally he is not as polite to him as he is to a sergeant. Sal ordered him to get up in a vague and disgusted tone, and asked with a frown:

"If you're not mistaken, you're the top person in charge here, right?"

"That, sergeant...... Yes. Now I'm in charge here. "Pres

"You're lucky enough to be alive until now," Sal sneered with disdain, but Zaim Pree's face turned pale, like a blank sheet of paper.

"I have a mission for you, Presyre," Sal said face to face, bending down to the human who had bullied him, "You and I both know about the conspiracy you and Blackmore have worked together. And that would make you a great traitor to the Alliance, even if I don't kill you, the Alliance's judgment will await you, but now I give you a chance to atone for your sins, it's up to you to accept it. ”

Preece glared into Sal's eyes, and the fear on his face decreased a little. He nodded earnestly. "What do you want me to do?"

"Bring a letter to the Coalition and tell them what happened today. Tell them that if they wish to live in peace with us, we may always enter into commercial cooperation with them, provided that they release all the other orcs and cede some land—fertile land—for us to habit. If they insist on going to war, they will encounter an enemy they have never seen before. We were strong decades ago, but compared to us now, it was nothing to mention that your good fortune allowed you to survive two wars with us, and you will be able to accomplish this task, and I am very sure that you can communicate these threats and intentions of ours to them in an appropriate manner. ”

The cowardly Zaim Prese slumped into the mud with a pale face, but he still stared into Sal's calm eyes.

"Give him a horse, and everything necessary for the road," Sal commanded to one of the Kukaron guards, and then ordered without giving Zaim Prese a chance to refuse, "Now, you can go." ”

Two burly Kukaron guards grabbed Langton by the arm and propped him up, then carried him away. Looking at the back of this guy he had been so eager to cut with a thousand knives, Sal took a deep breath.

"Do you want to lead your people to live in the Eastern Kingdom? In my opinion, this is not a good idea, my friend," Don's deep, magnetic voice rang in Sal's ears. As for the task that Sal had given to the human, Don was noncommittal. In his opinion, it is not a good idea for orcs to stay in the Eastern Kingdom and compete with humans for survival resources, Old Tang paused, and then said in a sincere tone:

"Perhaps you should think carefully about my Jianyì, Sal, as a leader in Kalimdor, and my countrymen and I will welcome you without deceit, without intrigues, only firm alliances and unchanging friendships"

"Thank you, my friend, for what you've done so far for the orcs, and my compatriots and I owe you a favor, Good" Sal gave Don a big hug, and thanked him sincerely, "I'll think about your suggestion." What's next for you? Continuing your trip? Or with us? Looking up into Old Tang's eyes, Sal, who was in a good mood, asked in a relaxed tone.

Hearing Sal's response and inquiry, Old Tang shrugged his shoulders with his hands and said with a smile: "Favors will appreciate, Sal, I look forward to the day when you return favors~~ Haha I haven't thought about the itinerary yet, I originally wanted to have a good trip in the Eastern Kingdom, but I have experienced this time with you, to be honest, I miss my clansmen and comrades-in-arms a little, maybe I will interrupt my trip and return to my hometown."

As for whether the orcs can finally land in Karimdor, the current old Tang does not have the slightest doubt. If the "Cave of Time Half-day Tour" has brought any benefits to Lao Tang, then a face-to-face conversation with Nuo Erye, in addition to putting on a "prophet" hat for Lao Tang, and then making Lao Tang firm in his determination to change some tragedies in his "previous life" And now, whether it is from the historical memory of the previous life, or from the clues of the Bronze Dragon Legion under the leadership of Nuo Erye, so far, the general direction of the original "history" has not deviated too much

This made Old Tang fearless about the outcome of the orc's landing in Kalimdor, even if his own mention was just planting a small sapling in Thrall's heart, it would eventually grow into a towering tree, and the "gardener" who watered and fertilized this little sapling was none other than the "old god stick" Medivan who had a good relationship with Sal and the orcs in advance, so that they owed themselves a favor to the Minotaurs, and Old Tang's goal had already been achieved, so he persuaded Sal that this kind of difficult, cumbersome matter of testing eloquence should be handed over to professionals to "flicker" Go ahead, for Old Tang, making a lot of money in a muffled voice is the king

Sal, who was in a relaxed mood, was noncommittal to Old Tang's teasing, and the scholarly Old Tang shrugged his shoulders and turned to look at his countless fellow citizens. He still has business to do before he can relax completely, and behind him is his past, the ruins of what was once called Dunhold Castle, and in front of him is his future, a sea of green—his people, waiting and looking forward with hope and fighting spirit.

"Today," Sal said with a resolute step forward, shouting loudly enough for everyone to hear, "today, our people have won a great victory. We razed the mighty fortress of Dunhold and undermined its grip on the camps, but we can't stop yet, we haven't won the battle yet. We still have many brothers and sisters in prisons, but we all know that they will be free. They, like you, will taste what it's like to be a true orc, and will know the passion and power of our proud race."

"We are invincible, we will succeed, because our goal is justice, let us set out, go to those camps, smash their walls, and let us liberate our people"

Huge cheers surged again, resounding through the heavens and the earth. Thrall looked around at the endless faces of the orcs full of hope and pride. They opened their mouths and waved their fists, and every line of their massive bodies spoke of their joy and excitement. Sal recalled the slow-moving creatures in the camps, and thought of himself being one of the great ones who had reawakened their courage and glory, and a wave of pride and joy almost pierced his nerves

Thrall watched his people deep and calmly, shouting his name. After so many years of searching, he finally found his true destiny; understood the true self buried deep in him:

"He, Thrall, son of Durotan...... The chieftain of the tribe, the leader of the orcs"

Behind Sal, Old Tang looked at Sal's figure in the world, at the wave of orcs in front of him who was full of hope and fighting spirit, covering the sky and the sun, but the idea of returning home in the heart of the "crossing man" grew like weeds. If it is true that place has left Old Tang with a sense of belonging in the past few years, it is Mo Gaolei, Shuharu is none other than Old Tang has already accepted the fact of becoming a Minotaur, and has long regarded the Minotaur tribe as his home

"I wonder if Arnack, Cole's little Shota, Grudig, and the bunnies in the legion miss me? Well... Mogaolei, the Minotaurs, the brothers, the comrades-in-arms, I really miss you."

"Perhaps, it's time to end this trip early and go home early?" Old Tang picked up a lit hot sand consortium cigar and muttered to himself in the smoke of smoke. M