The caravan group had already entered this huge orc shelter under the escort and supervision of two teams of human guards.

The sturdy walls built with heavy boulders look impregnable! As far as the eye can see, the towering walls are full of wooden barracks, large and small, and it is impossible to count them. The well-repaired barracks on the outskirts were the camps of the human legions stationed there; The besieged, dilapidated-looking houses were the "cages" for orc prisoners of war. As the largest asylum in the Arathi Heights, it is second only to the Tunhold Castle Shelter.

The hundreds of thousands of men, women, and children imprisoned here are more orcs than Sal and the Hammer of Destruction Miè have destroyed several shelters and rescued them combined!

It's a vital place for both humans and orcs. As long as the orcs can break through this shelter and rescue hundreds of thousands of orc compatriots, the Hammer of Destruction and Thrall will have enough troops to attack the biggest barrier that hinders the freedom of the orcs! Hold millions of orc prisoners of war and run by Blackmore himself! And as long as it is destroyed again, millions of compatriots will be rescued, and most of the operation will be completed by attacking the shelter to rescue the compatriots! The day is just around the corner when all the orcs will be free!

On the way in, Old Tang carefully observed the layout of the camp and the number of sentry posts.

The caravan that served as the internal response in this rescue operation was not only responsible for opening a gap in the city wall to provide a passage for the orc attack; It is also necessary to try to guide the orc prisoners of war to escape safely. No matter which of these two tasks is required, Old Tang must have a good idea of the detailed road map in the camp, so that he can complete this operation as successfully as possible! Fortunately, although the shelter covers a huge area, the planning is quite well-organized, and several main roads and various settlements are clearly divided at a glance. This greatly facilitated the action plan of Lao Tang and others.

At this moment, the caravan had been placed in a small cabin near the central area. Since it happened that there was a gladiatorial match tomorrow, Don Sr., the two-headed ogre O'Gar, and the troll headhunter Abeta Attale, the three guys who had temporarily "turned" to the gladiators, had been escorted to the gladiators' rest area in advance. The three of them will temporarily break away from the caravan and spend the night there!

However, such an arrangement is in line with Don's consideration and plan!

Trying to open a gap in the fortified walls of the shelter was not difficult for the caravan! Goblin profiteer Calent's magic backpack is filled with goblin bombs with a large yield! The bald profiteer, who doesn't know what kind of cooperation contract he has signed with the orcs, and how much profit he will reap, this time it can be said that he has made a bloody investment! Almost all of the remaining explosives were appropriated by him for this operation. Judging by the power of those bombs, it would be more than enough to blow up the entire shelter into the sky, let alone blow up a gap in the walls of the shelter! So in the task of opening a passage for the orcs, Old Tang didn't have the slightest worry at all!

What made Old Tang feel a little uncertain was precisely the second task - to organize the orcs in the prisoner of war camp as soon as possible when the orcs were attacking the city, rush to the blown gap as quickly as possible, meet with the orc receiving force, and fight their way out of the encirclement! And the key to this task is manpower! Lots of people! Relying on the caravan alone with less than ten members is tantamount to a fool's dream! So from the very beginning of the plan, Old Tang hit the heads of these orc gladiators!

The orcs who can be selected by humans to participate in gladiatorial fights, no matter what their combat strength is, at least one thing can still be chosen and trusted by Old Tang! That is, they have not yet lost the desire to fight and the thirst for freedom! They have not lost hope for their future life like their imprisoned compatriots, and they are like walking corpses! As long as they take up arms, they are still trustworthy warriors who can go into battle to kill the enemy! As long as you can organize these large numbers of gladiators, when the orc and human defenders are stumbling, the inner city is definitely a force to be reckoned with!

With this help, Old Tang is confident to take down a few human guards stationed in the orc living area! Take control of the situation there! And as long as the orcs in the first area are liberated, the team under the command of Old Tang will grow rapidly like a snowball! By that time there were tens of thousands

On the way to the gladiator's resting place, Old Tang carefully observed the troop layout of the entire shelter. To be honest, the deployment of troops on the human side of the shelter is really clumsy in the eyes of Old Tang, the new commander of the Minotaur. The key defense area is on the periphery, and the legions from Riptide Fort are stationed layer by layer on the tall and sturdy city walls, which is not bad; However, the internal orc captive area is still controlled by the containment center's own armed system. Except for the gladiator rest area, which is fairly well guarded, the living quarters of the other orcs are poorly guarded, almost no different from undefended!

After thinking about it for a while, Old Tang understood the reason. The orcs imprisoned in the shelter have long since lost the desire to fight and hope for life, and have become like walking dead. The officers and soldiers of the shelter, who are accustomed to the insensitive appearance of the orcs, have long lost their due vigilance against these once bloodthirsty and brutal greenskins! The tribal soldiers fought bravely and skillfully during the two orc wars, and the crazy and wild heroic posture may still be remembered by the veterans of the year, and the others have long been forgotten and forgotten!

However, in the Kalimdor Continent, the old Tang who played with the two local races that were not weak in the applause was poked up at such an arrangement without the slightest vigilance! Orcs are still orcs no matter what! They have fighting blood in their bones, but after the defeat, they just lack a spiritual sustenance! As long as a wise and brave leader can emerge and shout, the unrivaled and brave orc army will reappear in Azeroth! The invincible tribe will once again strike fear into the hearts of their enemies! And the greedy Blackmore and his men who guard the shelter will end up with the consequences!

Just as Old Tang was going through the whole plan in his mind, the three of them had already been escorted to the ring of a particularly rough and hideous arena that had been escorted to them. Next to the ring of what appears to be an arena is a building that looks more like a fortress than a lounge. Old Tang and his party were brought into this extraordinarily tall and spacious stone building.

The stone fortress covers an extremely large area, and when you step into it, you will be greeted by the smell of musty wood and sweat. After entering the building, he opened a heavy iron door separating the upper and lower floors and continued downward, and Old Tang carefully looked around the situation on the basement floor. There were nearly 300 gladiators in dozens of segregated cells, most of whom were orcs, about 200 people! There are also quite a few other races like ogres, trolls, and gnolls. Although those orc gladiators were silent and very quiet, from the fierce and fierce eyes of those gods, one could still see that they were different from those tribesmen who were locked up in the captive camp and left to fend for themselves like walking corpses!

These orc gladiators are not easy to mess with!

"Come in, you three! This is the place to spend the night! You'll have to fight tomorrow! I've decided to bet on you! Especially you Minotaur Monster! If you hurt me and lose money, hehe, you just wait to be tortured by me! The human guards who led the team locked the three of them into an empty cell in the innermost room, and said with a cruel smile.

After several guards locked the door of the cell and closed the large iron door that separated the upper and lower passages, Old Tang pouted at the two-headed ogre magician. The latter understood, and the big creature had words in his mouth, and soon an eyeball-like object was summoned - the Eye of Kilrog! In the surprised eyes of the gladiators in the cell, the purple-black eyeballs quickly roamed the corridor, quickly sticking to the edge of the big iron door. The Ogre Magician's large body was really deceptive, and none of the guards along the way thought that this big fat man who was nearly three meters tall would be a spellcaster!

After a while, the two-headed ogre Ogal, who had lifted the spell, nodded at Old Tang and said softly, "Safe!" ”

Hearing this, Lao Tang clenched the steel cable between the shackles connected to the imprisoning wrist with both hands and twisted it hard, and the staggering and amazing force suddenly exploded, and the thumb-thick steel cable was "clicked" and was pulled off by Lao Tang! Old Tang's hand was so fierce that it couldn't be overstated, which made the orc gladiators in the next cell stunned! For the first time, the two-headed ogre O'Gar handed over control of his body to another head, "Garr", who had the ability to be a thief, in front of Don.

The ogre thief "Gar", who pulled out a small lock pick, unshackled himself and the troll headhunter with a few brushes, and even quickly opened the door to their cell, which had been tightly locked.

Old Don gave a thumbs up to the professional-looking ogre, and pulled out a magic backpack from his crotch that was tied to the base of his thigh. After Lao Tang picked out the equipment of his two teammates and threw them to the two, he found out his armor and weapons from them, and they were also equipped one by one!

A moment later, Old Tang's hideous figure, fully armed like a moving fortress of war, appeared in front of these gladiators imprisoned in the basement!

For the first time, Old Tang, who put on a helmet to cover his face, strode to the middle of the aisle, looked around at the orc gladiators with curious and suspicious expressions, and asked loudly:

"Who's the one here? The orcs came out to speak! Who has the highest military rank here? ”

"Military rank? Hmph, we're just gladiators now, how can we still have that glory? Tribe... It's long gone! A sturdy old orc walked slowly to the door of the cell and replied with some mockery and some embarrassment.

"Scattered? Hey, the Horde hasn't collapsed yet! Your Grand Chief, Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction has reassembled an army and is about to go here to rescue your people! Old Tang looked at the old orc carefully and said slowly.

"And we are responsible for leading you out of the bloody road! Put your imprisoned people back together! Old Tang paused here as he spoke, staring at the old orc's eyes of surprise, confusion, and ecstasy, and then spoke:

"I need your help!"

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It was getting late, and the sun, which occupied the entire sky, slowly fell slowly in the direction of the western mountains, unwilling to surrender the dominance of the sky, and was still struggling to spread the last bit of light and heat before nightfall.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, thousands of huge bonfires burning in the hidden valley of the Arathi Heights lit up the entire valley as if it were daylight, and if it weren't for the seclusion of the valley and the towering surrounding mountains, I am afraid that the human army stationed in the shelter to the north would have been aware of it. At this moment, the orc soldiers have already packed up and are cooking on the fire. The cauldron on the campfire bubbled and bubbled, and the simmering aroma of overcooked pieces of meat and mushrooms in the thick soup made the orcs sit next to them drool.

"Wine and meat are full" This is already a rare good news for the orc soldiers who have just regained their freedom and lack of resources.

"A great meal, but it's probably the last supper for some of them! After tomorrow, how many strange or familiar faces will rest in this land? How many of our fellow clansmen will die on the battlefield? Thrall, who hurried to the Great Chieftain Orgrim's Hammer to destroy the Chinese army's tent, looked at the bustling scene in front of him, and suddenly thought in a trance.

By the afternoon, the soldiers of the orc army had received orders from the High Chief Orgrim*'s hammer of destruction, and by night the army would storm the last unconquered orc sanctuary on the Arathi Heights to free the people who had not yet recovered their freedom and were still being used as slaves and beasts by humans.

Maybe at dawn, the battle to liberate the shelter will begin!

There are no eyes on the battlefield, there are too many variables, and I don't know if I can still step on the solid ground and play a triumphant song tomorrow. After all, even a hero-level master would not dare to boast that he would be able to escape 100% unscathed. Cold arrows and stray arrows are all deadly; Magic and witchcraft are hard to prevent! Maybe a small character who no one pays attention to can drag a powerful and high-status big man into the halls of hell together. Heroes are still like this, let alone others?

However, Thrall, who walked through the crowd, did not see any negative emotions such as worry and fear on the faces of the warriors. The warriors who eagerly drank and laughed with their comrades-in-arms around them, as if they didn't care whether their future would come to an abrupt end, didn't worry about these things at all! In the eyes of the orcs, death is not terrible, it is just a necessary stage to return to the arms of the ancestors! Dying on the battlefield, the horse leather shroud is the greatest pursuit and glory of many orc warriors in their lives! What's more, it's still to save his own countrymen and fight for his own race!

"Maybe that's the biggest difference between orcs and humans! Maybe that's the reason why orcs will make humans scared and change color! For my compatriots, freedom and glory are higher than a qiē! Sal's eyes became more determined, and there was no longer any hesitation. Quickening his pace once more, he roared to himself in his heart, "We are glorious and noble orcs! No one can enslave my brothers and sisters anymore! No one! ”

Thrall, who was weaving his way through the crowd, finally reached his destination. Lifting the curtain of the tent of the Hammer of Destruction of Miè, Thrall, who strode in, first nodded to several orc heroes in the tent, and then bowed respectfully to the Hammer of the Great Chief Orgrim and then spoke:

"Great Chief! The scouts have received a signal from Goode and the goblin merchants. So far their actions have progressed smoothly! They have infiltrated the shelter and have not aroused the suspicion of humans! They decided to plan as usual, what do we do? Please give your next order! ”

"Good! Now that those foreigners have succeeded for the most part! We can't afford to slip through the cracks! The Grand Chief of the Tribe, Orgrim*, was overjoyed to hear this, and stood up and commanded in a loud voice:

"Brooks Shiga, Warok listen to orders!"

When the two Sarufar brothers heard the hammer of destruction, they stood up with a loud voice, and stood side by side in front of their great chieftain solemnly but respectfully, waiting for orders.

"You two brothers led 5,000 men to garrison the valley to defend the old and young women and children left in the valley! No one is allowed to enter the valley! Those who try to break in, no matter which side they belong to, go and don't kill them! The hammer of destruction patted the two Sarufar brothers on the shoulder, and then admonished: "No matter what, keep the people safe!" They are the hope of our orc revival! ”

"Whatever your will goes, it is what our blade is for! We will not allow our compatriots to be harmed in the slightest! The two Sarufar brothers thumped their chests and saluted, causing the plate armor on their chests to rattle.

Seeing this, Orgrim's hammer turned to Hell and roared to the side and ordered, "Grom, order the whole army to rest after they have eaten and drunk enough!" At midnight we run to the last remnant of the land of sin! We're going to save our people! ”

"Follow your will, Grand Chief!" Grom's hellish roar, with the same pounding of his chest. A voice in response to the order, roaring out!

"Brothers, for the sake of the tribe! Lok－tarogar！！！ O'Grim's hammer looked around at several of his comrades and comrades in the tent and shouted sharply.

"For the Horde! Lok－tarogar！！！ "The few orcs in the tent, whether it was the young Thror or the old Drektar, or the brave Sarufar brothers and the Hellroar, all of them were boiling with blood and shouting wildly.

The battle for the fate of their fellow orcs is about to begin......

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5300+~~~A chapter with a lot of weight~~

Well, everyone look at the chapter name~~~ and you should know what will happen next...... Thinking about it~~~ The hammer of destroying miè still can't be saved~~~ I originally wanted him to survive first, and then arrange a more decent death for him that is more in line with his identity~~~~ In the end, I gave up~~~, but~ just through his death and Lolimi showdown~~~