…… Chapter Ninety-Seven: An Unknown Mission

Torrential rain poured down, and the raindrops crashed like meteors into the green hills of Hillsbrad. The roaring thunder caused the animals on nearby farms to scream in panic. On an extraordinary rainy night, frequent flashes of lightning illuminate the earth from time to time.

A group of human scouts whipped up the muddy roads washed away by the rain. Every time the horse stepped on the ground, countless mud would be splashed, and the flying mud spots made the horses and scouts dirty. Coupled with the fact that it was covered with rain from beginning to end, from the inside to the outside, this was definitely not a memorable patrol mission in the cold late autumn season.

Sergeant Martin Nevins is a middle-aged man in his forties, and he is the head of this scout squad. As a human veteran who experienced the brutality of World War II, with his merits and strength, the sergeant could have obtained a higher position after the war, but his rigid and stubborn military personality made him offend many people, including his superiors, so until the end of the war, Martin Nevins was still only a sergeant.

Now Sergeant Martin Nevins works at Dunhold Castle. By chance, Lord Blackmore saw his skills, and Blackmore, who valued his fighting skills, made him a training officer for the gladiators of the asylum. It was a well-paid job, but in the eyes of veteran Martin Nevins, the job was not glamorous and decent. The sergeant's main hope was to be able to kill the enemy on the battlefield, rather than training orc slaves and gladiators.

But the sergeant still has a home, a virtuous wife, and two lovely sons, who need to be supported by his salary. In order to allow his family to live a good life and get rid of the poor life, the sergeant finally accepted the job that made him uncomfortable, and he did it for more than ten years.

Over the years, through his hands, countless gladiator cadets have received his rigorous training and graduated as teachers, orcs, trolls, and humans...... There are people of all races. And the most famous and qualified of all his cadets was an orc, Thrall, a former slave of Lord Blackmore and one of the current commanders of the orcs

To be honest, the two of them get along pretty well. Sergeant Martin was one of the few people who helped and cared for Saar's more than a dozen years of slavery, rather than being discriminated against and beaten. It can be said that the sergeant is probably one of the few warms in Saar's memory of Dunhold Castle.

After the orcs conquered the asylum in the Arathi Heights, they did not massacre unarmed human civilians and traders. This has given many shelter guards a chance to fish in troubled waters. The cowards took off their armor and threw away their weapons to blend in with the civilians and narrowly escaped with their lives, bringing the story of what had happened there back to Dunhold Castle and letting the controller of the orc shelter system, Lord Blackmore, know a shocking and delightful news:

He spent more than ten years carefully cultivating and building the "control device" to do what he expected - to become the great chief of the tribe, to begin to command the green skins, and to restore their desire to fight; But this terrifying force is now targeting itself with hatred

Receiving this news that surprised and delighted him left Blackmore in a state of panic and anxiety. He knew what kind of judgment and revenge he was going to face, and what a fierce and terrible force he was about to face. Under his orders, the entire castle of Dunhold was put on a busy alert. Gladiatorial fights to amass him and make friends with powerful people had been suspended, and countless scout squads and patrols had been thrown out like nets, intent on keeping a close eye on the entire Hillsbrad Hills.

Sergeant Martin also volunteered to personally lead a team of scouts out to reconnoitre, trying to find the traces of the Horde army in advance. The sergeant and his boys had found nothing near the walls of Soradin in their precinct, and now they had to hurry back to Tunhold Castle in this ghostly weather.

"Stop the vigilance" Sergeant Martin, who was galloping at the front on his horse, raised his right hand high in the middle of the march and made a tactical gesture of guard. The sergeant, who was worried that the rainstorm would block the view of the boys under his command and miss the order, shouted at the same time. Sergeant Martin's sense of danger cultivated on the battlefield was acute, and this ability to perceive danger had saved his life more than once, convinced the sergeant of this veteran instinct for danger.

And just now, as the sergeant and his scouts passed through this dense forest, a sense of crisis that was being spied on made the sergeant's hair stand on end.

The sergeant immediately issued a warning to his own troops. Jumping off his horse and drawing his sword, the sergeant cautiously scanned the surrounding dense forest under the wind and rain. Restless nerves throbbed, but the heavy rain that was as dense as a curtain affected the vision. Sergeant Martin, who had not found anything after a long time, straightened his body again with a frown, and the sense of crisis that pierced his back still lingered in his heart.

Exhaling a long breath of irritability, the sergeant had a faint thought in his mind: the orcs had already been here, and now the feared horde army was probably lurking somewhere in the hills of Hillsbrad, waiting for the right moment to strike a fatal blow at Dunhold Castle, the largest orc shelter in one fell swoop

At the helm of the army would be the gladiator cadet he once admired, Thrall, and to be honest, the sergeant didn't expect the reunion, especially when the orcs' brains were filled with rage......

Sergeant Martin felt that he had to rush back at once, and if the facts were as he had suspected, then the castle of Dunhold was to be on high alert at all times. Sergeant Martin, who had fought against those orc soldiers, knew how powerful and terrifying those who had regained their fighting spirit and desire to fight could be

Hurriedly getting up and returning to the gray warhorse, Sergeant Martin waved his hand and led the scout team to gallop away in the raging storm, but his heart was already as anxious as burning his home.

The sound of horses' hooves faded away until it was undetectable. Sergeant Martin and the scouts were gradually swallowed up by the night and the torrential rain.

"Why don't you kill them?" A calm and slow voice sounded clearly in the noise of the torrential rain, and along with the sound, more than a dozen figures in brown and yellow velociraptor leather armor rushed out of the deep and dark dense forest on both sides of the road. The one who spoke was an orc with a handful of blood-rust-colored hair, Buster Breck, who was born in the Fireblade Clan, he should have been only in his twenties, and behind him was a blood-red broadsword unique to orcs, which reflected a bewitching red glow under the light of lightning from time to time.

The Fireblade Orc's companion, Yug Storgard, the leader of the orc squad that carried out special orders, looked in the direction where Sergeant Martin and the scouts had gone, and shook his head with disdain on his face. He was two years older than Buster Brick, with short black hair that hung down to his shoulders, tiny braids tied with blood-stained hemp knots, and a silver brass ring on his left ear.

"Some small characters, it's not worth alarming those human cubs," he said as he walked out onto the road and looked back at his companion with a stern expression. "Don't forget our mission, the order given by the Great Chief, must be guaranteed with honor"

In his hand, he already held a necklace encrusted with sapphires, which the Great Chief had handed to him before he left to prove his identity. Looking down at the quest item with suspicion, he wondered why Thrall, the new Great Chief of the Tribe, had asked him to lead the team to pick up a human chick among the tribesmen. But what he knew was that it was given by the Grand Chief Sal when he gave the order and must be kept in a safe place. And this time the mission ...... There is no room for failure

The leader of the "Lokas Lokas" orc team, Yug Stogard, tried to find a member of the team. But after a moment he gave up on the idea, and shouted impatiently to the crowd that he had to raise his voice before he could give the order in such a rainstorm and the thunder that was not ringing in his ears.

"I'm here... Captain ...... "A timid-sounding voice sounded behind the trunk of a large tree beside the road. An orc, seemingly featureless at first glance, slowly moved to Yug Storgard's side. Lokas * Deep Shadow, as an orc and ogre hybrid blood, he does not look like an ogre at all, on the contrary, he is indeed an inconspicuous fellow, belonging to the kind of orcs who are difficult to recognize when they are mixed into the crowd. Lokas * Shenying, who has been a slave to humans since he was a child, learned the skill of not being noticed, whipped, or seen in the shelter, and he has a low sense of pity. However, with his profession - thief, it complements each other perfectly.

"What do you want me to do?" The humble Locas Deep Shadow whispered to the inquirer's own captain of his own assignments.

"You break away from the group, speed up and sneak to the mission location, scout the nearby defenses, and wait for the target to appear. Be careful not to alarm that human chick until we arrive," Orc Squad Leader Yug Stogard commanded with a solemn face.

The orc thief, who lacked a sense of zài, nodded blankly, then turned around and galloped along the main road. It didn't take long for it to melt into the night and disappear.

"Hmph, a half-breed who doesn't look like an orc at all" Buster Brick, an orc suspected of being a Fireblade Sword Master, looked at the vanished thief and snorted coldly and muttered dissatisfied.

"He's our teammate, pay attention to your words, Bastellokas fights, no less than you die at his hands human cubs, not to mention a dozen" Yug Stogard was a little dissatisfied when he heard this, and frowned at the Fireblade Sword Saint. In his heart, he was full of doubts, and he kept beating the drums.

Yug Stogard's squad has only been formed for a short time, less than a month away. Their squad, along with hundreds of other squads, was formed by the new Grand Chieftain Thrall, who had absorbed most of the Blood Guards and carefully selected elite forces from among the warriors of each clan after Chief of the Hammer of Destruction was attacked and killed by a coward. The composition of this team is very mixed, frost wolf, war song, fire blade, black stone, thunder king, almost as long as it is an orc, no matter which clan there is no restriction except for warriors, thieves, hunters, and even the sword saint unique to the fire blade clan, there are all kinds of classes

In this team, almost every member has their own unique skills, and they are all fierce men who can be ten with one but after all, the run-in time is still short, plus the members of the various clans, because of the unpleasant struggle in the orcs' hometown of Draenor, they still have not reached complete trust in each other for the time being, and have become comrades worthy of trust. However, it will take time, and it will take time to test and select in battle.

But Yug Stogard firmly believes that as long as they go through several brutal but glorious battles together, these unruly compatriots, each with their own strengths, will eventually form a powerful fist, and all members will become brothers who can trust each other's lives, and this army, which has been personally named by the Great Chief of the Saar, will surely become a name that will resound all over the world, and they will one day surpass the former Blood Guardians, become orcs, and become the most powerful and elite iron fist of the tribe, and they will make the enemies of all tribes fearful, and that day will not be too far away

Because they all share a common and glorious name - Kucaron

Thrall was undoubtedly a wise and wise leader, a qualified politician. Thrall, who had learned about the history of orcs from Hellroar and Draketar, had already seen the disadvantages of orcs fighting as a clan. Not to mention the heavy losses caused to the entire orc race by the senseless conquests caused by the hatred and filth between the clans in Draenor, the betrayal of the tribe by a single clan, or the disobedience to the orders of the Great Chieftain, has brought great disasters to the tribe on several occasions

The idiotic behavior of Gul'dan and his tyrannical clan, as well as several other clans, fled from the battle at the most critical moment of the war, and did not obey the command, so that the tribe that was about to conquer Lordaeron and completely destroy the human power finally lost the war, and the good form was buried in vain; The betrayal of Neozu and his Shadowmoon Clan to all orcs shattered the orc's hometown of Draenor, and ruined the Orc warriors' only hope of returning home - the Dark Gate

Thrall knew that the fragmentation of the clans had to change, and that the military power of the clans had to be under the unified leadership of no one

To this end, this cutting-edge force, Kukaron, which gathered the elite forces of various clans and was only loyal to the chieftain, came into being, although this force is still only a prototype

"Speed up, we have to get to the mission location before the sun rises tomorrow, hurry up, Kukaron will not accept defeat, the will of the Great Chief will be executed" No longer thinking about the run-in between the team members, the leader of the orc team, Yug Stogad, waved the war hammer captured from a human paladin on the battlefield in his hand, attracted the attention of all his teammates, and ordered in a loud voice.

This orc team of more than a dozen people sprang into action almost instantly. Not a single person spoke, not a single person made a sound, and against the backdrop of raging wind and rain and occasional thunder, the leader of the orc team, Yug Storgard, and his team made their way to the grove outside Dunhold Castle.

There, the target of their mission, a human woman who was unaware of the mission, would be "rescued" by them there.

They didn't need to know anything else, there was only one thing they needed to take to heart - it was the will of the Great Chief

Chapter Ninety-Seven: An Unknown Mission

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