"I need your help!" Old Tang stared at the old orc in front of him, who was constantly changing his face, and said earnestly.

Old Tang is not a brainless and reckless person like his younger brother Anak, so naturally he will not try to carry out this dangerous and difficult mission regardless of relying only on his teammates of less than ten people in the caravan. Manpower! This time, the key to being an internal response is manpower! Without sufficient manpower, a qiē is empty! Orc prisoners of war who can't be organized enough to join forces with the orc army outside the city, and the probability of mission success is infinitely close to zero! Old Tang is not a stunned young man who does not understand the sophistication of human feelings, from the time he asked to the present, the orc gladiators in the entire cell obviously looked at the old orc in front of him!

Needless to say, this old orc with a short beard and a naked upper body covered with scars is either highly respected for his combat prowess, or he has a lot of prestige among the orcs. At this moment, it is necessary to find a leader among this group of gladiators to help you integrate these gladiators and transform these fighting forces into the key force of this mission.

The old orc pondered carefully for a moment, and then spoke to the burning gaze of Old Tang: "Evidence, Minotaur! Show us the evidence to prove your identity so we can believe your words! Only then can we believe that the Great Chief and his brothers have come to our rescue! We... to help you! "The old orc's words are understandable, and anyone who suddenly hears such exciting news from the mouth of a foreigner will hesitate and question the truth of the news.

Old Tang didn't say much, and from the magic backpack around his waist, he escaped a bronze plate armor gauntlet and a bronze medal seal, and threw it to the old orc through the fence of the cell. These two items were handed over to Old Tang by the Hammer of the Great Chief of the Tribe, Ogrim Destroyer, before the caravan and his group left--the hand armor worn by the Hammer of Orgrim and the Great Chief of the Tribe!

"It's... It is the great chief of the hammer of ruining miè!! Really the Great Chief! The Great Chief hasn't forgotten about us! "The old orc no longer had any doubts when he saw these two objects, and all his original apprehension and hesitation were thrown into the Outlands of Draenor (I originally wanted to write about running away from the clouds).

The old orc, whose eyes were full of tears and tiger eyes, trembled, took the two tokens and roared loudly to the orcs in the cell: "Brothers, the Great Chief has led our people to rescue us!" We'll soon be able to break this cage and make those human cubs pay! ”。 The old orc's words drew excited chorus of excited voices from his imprisoned compatriots around him. If it weren't for the good sound insulation of the big iron door and the deep construction of the underground cell, Old Tang would have worried about whether the guards would be alerted because this voice made the guards discover Old Tang's plan in advance!

This strong old orc didn't care about what Old Tang was thinking at the moment. He was about to be "stunned" by this exciting news, and his mind was full of excitement and joy at the moment to regain his freedom! High fighting spirit and urgent desire to fight once again filled his blood, the old orc across the fence choked up, and excitedly yelled at the heavily armed old Tang: "From now on, all the orcs here are at your disposal!" All orcs obey your commands! ”

"Blood Guardian Bryck* Blade and two hundred and forty-four orc soldiers have requested to return, sir!" The strong, resolute old orc, covered in scars of glory, straightened his back and thumped his chest in salute. At this moment, the old orc gladiator no longer existed, and instead standing in front of the old Tang was the iron-blooded and resolute blood guard Breck * Blade!

"Gal open the doors of all the orcs' cells! Be fast! Old Tang turned to the two-headed ogre standing quietly and ordered. The latter nodded silently, and the large body, which was almost wider than that of Old Tang, rushed out with a strange flexibility, and the fat palm pinched a small lock-picking tool and brushed it twice to open a prison door, and then quickly went straight to the next target.

"Abeta, go to the staircase and keep guard! If there is any movement from those guards, tell me immediately! Ignoring the "appreciation" and admiration of the dexterity and exquisite skill of the ogre thief "Gar", Old Tang patted the troll headhunter who was neatly dressed and hunched on the side, and motioned for him to go to the big iron gate to be on guard.

"Don't worry, Brother Goode! If those thin-skinned and tender human guards dare to come down, I'll be able to turn them all over myself!" The troll headhunter patted his chest and gave Old Tang a package ticket, and then turned around and walked towards the staircase without a head!

"Stand back! I'll open it for you! Looking at the iron fence in front of him imprisoning the orcs, the old orc of the old Tang Dynasty waved his hand, and couldn't wait for the ogre thieves to untie them one by one, he decided to help himself! However, although Lao Tang is not a thief, and he can't play those tricks without those exquisite techniques, but in the face of these cage fences, Lao Tang also has his own solution - strength! Since he can't be "civilized", Don doesn't mind relying on brute force to be a violent element!

Holding the railings of the two iron fences in the cell in front of him with both hands, Old Tang poured all his strength into his arms and pulled them to both sides. In a creaking sound of metal twisting, the cell door of the old orc and his party was torn open by Old Tang, a big hole that was enough for Old Tang himself to easily enter and exit!

Several of the imprisoned orcs were not surprised, and under the leadership of the old orcs, they rushed out of the gap and soon gathered around Old Tang.

"Don't be stunned, go find a tool to help!" The old orc shouted at the people who had broken out of the cell, and then walked to the end of the corridor in the basement, grabbed an iron rod that he didn't know what it was for, and walked to the door of a cell where the orcs were kept, and struggled to the door.

The orc gladiators who had been rescued also followed suit, and they joined in and were busy in full swing. As more and more orcs emerged from their cells and returned to join in the action, more and more cells were opened and more and more orcs came out. Within a moment, the dozens of cells densely packed in the entire underground cell were basically destroyed. More than 240 orc gladiators crowded the corridors that were originally quite spacious!

Under Old Tang's warning, these orcs, who were physically strong and morale-high, tried their best to slow down their movements and not let themselves make too much noise. The entire underground prison where the gladiators were imprisoned was eerily quiet, except for the heavy wheezing of the orcs.

The prison doors where gladiators of other races were imprisoned, Old Tang decided to open them after his own consideration. Perhaps because of the orc shelter here, even if the gladiatorial tournaments were held here, the human guards did not go too far, and most of the gladiators imprisoned here were ogres or trolls who did not belong to the human alliance, except for the orcs. And most of these guys are also extremely hostile to humans! Even if they are released, they will not choose to side with the humans. On the contrary, these guys, who are more or less incompatible with humans and have hatred, are likely to help the orcs "escape from prison" under the temptation of regaining their freedom!

And in this situation of urgent shortage of manpower, every strength is precious! Even if these guys leave the cell and go their separate ways, they can help Lao Tang and his party share the attention of some of the human guards, involving a lot of sight and troops! These rare cannon fodder, Lao Tang naturally won't let them go!

As expected by Old Tang, these gladiators released by the orcs did not cause any trouble for Old Tang and his party after pouring out of the cell, but gathered together in the corner in twos and threes, quietly waiting for the development of the situation. What's more, there are several ogres standing beside the orcs with fat bellies, indicating their choice. After all, these "fat people" were once allies of the orcs, a member of the tribe, and were brought to Azeroth by the orcs!

For this reason, Lao Tang also punched his teammates two-headed ogres, so that he could rely on his identity as a clan to try his best to win over a group of elite "cannon fodder" with good combat effectiveness. And under the lobbying of O*Gar, more and more ogres were united, and the small group of more than thirty ogres began to grow! In the next battle of the mission, these bigwigs with thick skin and strong impact are likely to become another boost in Old Tang's plan!

Relying on his tall height, Old Tang looked around the underground cell and said slowly in a deep voice: "Orc warriors, my teammates and I have come here to help you escape from this prison at the behest of the Great Chief of the Tribe, Orgrim*'s Hammer!" Old Tang paused and glanced at the fierce orc warriors in front of him, and continued in a tone full of incendiary voice:

"Behind that door is the sword of humanity, the army of humanity! But behind that there are hundreds of thousands of your enslaved compatriots! And freedom and glory! “

"Your people are still waiting for you to come to your rescue! The glory of belonging to the tribe is still waiting for you to pluck it! ”

"Perhaps some of us will die today and return to the bosom of our ancestors! Maybe some of us will never see the sun tomorrow again! But we are not afraid of the sword and the danger behind that door! ”

"Because no one can stop us from pursuing freedom! No one! ”

More than 200 orc gladiators were instigated by Old Tang's blood boiling, and their fighting spirit was high! The orcs, whose eyes lit up and were full of desire to fight, would have roared if they hadn't been afraid that the shouts would alert the guards! Looking at these high-morale orcs in front of him, Old Tang knew-

The Heart of the Army is available!

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In the wee hours of the morning, the darkest pre-dawn hours were over. The east was white, and in the faint morning light, there was silence on the Arathi Heights.

At this moment, the commander of the Riptide Legion stationed here, Marshal Joseph Taroca, is leading a team of personal soldiers to personally inspect the city defenses of the orc asylum. As a veteran human general who participated in World War II and survived, he remembers the tribes that once roamed the Eastern Kingdoms and were almost unstoppable! For those greenskinned orcs, he never let his guard down! When the Lordaeron Alliance decided to establish a shelter to hold these orc captives, he was the staunchest opponent! However, at that time, others who had not yet been promoted to the rank of marshal spoke softly, and they had no right to speak at all in front of the monarchs of several kingdoms!

When King Terenus, the monarch of Lordaeron, made a proposal for an orc asylum, he used to curse! Those who have not experienced that war, who have not fought on the front lines, will never understand how horrible those green skins are! Even if these orcs are now like wild wolves that have been fanned off and turned into lost dogs, walking corpses! But a wolf is a wolf after all! As long as they are given a chance, they will eventually regain their bloodthirsty and brutal wildness and make a comeback!

In the eyes of this human marshal, the best plan is to execute all these greenskins who have brought countless hatred and pain to mankind! Even if he is a noble paladin! Even if he believes in the merciful Light! Such a terrifying thought would still grow like spring grass in his heart!

Sure enough, now those orcs have once again regained their wildness and desire to fight! Bad news has come from all over the country that the shelter has been destroyed and the orcs have been robbed! In the hills of Hillsbrad and the Arathi Heights, where orc shelters were built, the situation is once again tense, and the entire continent is covered with war clouds, and war may break out again at any time! Having received an order from his own monarch, the King of Riptide Castle, he and his soldiers were stationed here, stationed at the last asylum on the Arathi Heights, to defend this place! Defend this place from orcs!

And since the troops took over the defense of the place, every day Marshal Joseph Tarotka has to carefully inspect and guard to the death, trying not to let go of any omission. He knew what he and his soldiers were up against! It's the barbarian orcs who have once again regained their fighting power! It's the invincible army of the tribe! The lives of the soldiers and the safety of the human civilians in the shelter are at stake, and he cannot be sloppy!

And it's ridiculous that the guards of the asylum and a group of depraved and corrupt aristocrats still have the heart to hold some kind of arena gladiatorial tournament for the sake of fighting that may break out at any time! Even invite yourself to visit! It's stupid! Sooner or later, this shelter will be destroyed at the hands of these moths!

"Look, sir! What is that? Just as Marshal Joseph Tarocca was spinning and thinking about it, a sharp-eyed soldier exclaimed, pointing to the distant horizon.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The long sound of trumpets came faintly from the distant horizon, and when I looked up, I saw a red battle flag rising from behind the low mountain beam in the south. Immediately after the battle flag, there was a large endless forest of swords and axes, and the cold blade almost reflected the already gray and gloomy sky.

And then there was a raging wave of orcs.

There are thousands of soldiers, boundless, tens of thousands of soldiers, grounded in the sky!

Tens of thousands of orc soldiers gathered into an endless green wave, led by the battle flag embroidered with tribal emblems on a red background and black lines, and rolled down the low mountain beams. The frostwolf cavalry of its forward riders, the white war wolf, was almost within range of the bed crossbows of the human defenders of the shelter, while the orc warriors in the rear army were still rising endlessly behind the mountain beams.

Joseph Tarocca licked his chapped lips, and he had followed the "Lion of Azeroth" Anduin Lothar against a powerful tribe, and his heart was filled with strange bitterness at this moment.

It's an orc! The orcs arrived, and the green-skinned monsters finally formed the invincible tribal army once again to slaughter the asylum in the Arathi Heights!

The commander of the Riptide Legion, Marshal Joseph Taroca, saw a terrible scene that used to appear only in nightmares and memories of the past! Even his brave and determined heart couldn't help but twitch violently. Touching the holy deed on his waist, the human marshal who took the war hammer from behind his back clenched the hammer handle of the war hammer in both hands hard, but he didn't even notice that he used too much force to make his knuckles white. Looking at the roaring orc army, the paladin Joseph Tarocca tore his throat and shouted in a loud voice as the soldiers looked surprised and panicked:

"Ring the alarm! Assemble your troops as fast as you can! ”

"Orcs... Here it comes! ”

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