…… Chapter 104 Aftermath (First Monthly Pass)

When Thrall and Don walked out of the Lord's Mansion and into the atrium of the castle, the battle at Dunhold Castle had come to an end and was about to come to an end.

After the gate of Dunhold Castle was violently dismantled by the old Tang, the orc soldiers quickly suppressed the breakthrough and counterattack of the human defenders with their combat effectiveness and overwhelming numbers that far exceeded the defenders. The tens of thousands of garrisons in the shelter were divided into small areas by the tribal warriors and fought on their own, unable to organize a decent resistance. With the exception of the recalcitrant Blackmore's die-hard loyalists who were strangled by the army, most of the remaining human soldiers had been captured by the orcs and become prisoners.

The downpour came and went as fast as it came, except for the main road paved with stone slabs, and the rest of the dirt trails were muddy under the heavy rain for several days. At this moment, on the wide but messy street, a team of orc wolf cavalry roared in, led by the first fierce general of the orcs with a bloody roar and a hideous face - Grom * Hell Roar was far away, and when he saw the hellish roar of Sal and Old Don, he tore away the iconic loud voice and shouted at Sal with an excited face.

"The forces of the human cubs have been largely wiped out, Dunhold has been taken by us, and Thrall "Grom* Hell roared with blood splattered all over his body, but he was overjoyed, and his blood-red eyes sparkled. Walking briskly over to Don and Sal Sr., Hellroar wiped a handful of blood and rain splattered faces, and continued to report:

"Varok just sent a herald to report that the human stronghold in Tarummere has not sent reinforcements, and the troops in Southsea Town have been defeated by his army, and there will be no reinforcements from any human cubs in Dunhold in a short period of time, he has already divided half of his men to attack those small shelters attached to Dunhold, except for a few stubborn ones, the other strongholds are now under our control, I have assigned people to search the entire castle, except for casting our compatriots, The humans who didn't go to war were all pulled out by us, and the women and their children were unharmed, and they all obeyed your orders, Great Chief."

Not far from the old Tangsar and the others, a small group of orc soldiers was watching over their captives. Hundreds of human beings, old and weak, women and children, were squatting on the muddy and dirty ground after the rain and shivering. Old Don saw the orc warriors surrounding the captured humans. They were sitting in the mud carelessly, glaring at their captives. Just then a man tried to escape, but he was quickly grabbed by an orc warrior and pushed back to where he came. There was no beating or scolding of the orcs, except for the crying women and children, the whole scene was very quiet. Old Don noticed that although it seemed that each orc intended to ravage their prisoners as revenge for their years of enslavement, they did not act after all.

Perhaps the return of the frostwolf clan and the re-inheritance of shamanic teachings for the orcs not only mean the enhancement of strength and the diversification of professions, but more importantly, the return of a belief and a spiritual sustenance worthy of respect. Orcs are not demons, chaotic killing is not all they have in life, bloodthirsty brutality is not in their nature, orcs are on the right path to return to their noble traditions. This is good news for the orcs and for the minotaurs.

"Where is the sergeant who appeared on the wall before? He... How's it going? ”

Just as Old Tang was thinking in his heart, Sal on the side spoke. Inadvertently, Sal's voice revealed a hint of emotion. Sergeant Martin, like Talesa, held a great deal of weight in Sal's past memories, and the two of them brought what little warmth and care Sal had in Dunhold, a prison full of shame and pain for Sal. Sal, who was grateful for this, really didn't want to meet this "mentor" or hear any bad news about him.

"The human and his men refused to surrender and are still in a stalemate with us. But they don't seem to want to keep fighting. The Kukaron guards were watching over them. The human sergeant said he wanted to meet you, and Thrall replied cautiously after a moment of hell roar.

"Take me there," Sal didn't say much, gave a loud whistle, and Xue Ge, who was lying on the stone slab not far away, trotted over. Turning over and stepping onto the frostwolf, following the roar of hell, Thrall and the group hurried towards the city gates. It didn't take long for Don and Sal to find Sergeant Martin and his men. In the middle of the battle, Blackmore handed over the command of the troops to Sergeant Martin, who was experienced in combat, in a vain attempt to buy time for the cannon fodder to escape. Unfortunately, the sergeant and many human guards are still alive, while Blackmore himself has ended his life of sin.

With the efforts of the sergeant, nearly 10,000 human troops on the city wall have set up an iron bucket formation, and they have been fighting with the orc army until now with their sophisticated equipment, powerful terrain and reasonable formation. The orc warriors, who were anxious to save their fellow tribesmen, did not waste time on these self-defending troops, leaving only the newly formed Kukaron troops to keep a close watch, and put pressure on them to wipe out those Blackmore diehards, under the elite blades of the Kukaron troops, these humans could not make waves, and compared to the sergeant and his troops, those crazy and paranoid but unorganized guys were undoubtedly more hated by the orcs, and easier to exterminate.

Now the big picture is settled, but the sergeant and his troops refuse to surrender, and they are still confronting the orcs. But they didn't really do anything with those weapons. Apparently no one wants this to turn into a fight or a massacre at the moment. The Kukaron warriors, who had surrounded the human forces, made way for their chieftain, and the sergeant watched as his former protégé strode toward him with a complicated expression.

Thrall and the sergeant looked at each other for a long time, and then, before the sergeant could react, Thrall took the initiative to extend his thick green hand.

"You taught me well, Sergeant." Holding Sergeant Martin's calloused but strong hand, Sal said in a low voice.

"You're a good student, Sal." After a moment's pause, the sergeant replied in some surprise.

"Blackmore is dead," said Sal, holding Sergeant Martin's hand, staring into the sergeant's battered eyes, word by word, "Your men are under his command and at the mercy of this cage, but the castle's supplies are still being transported away as we speak. Dunhold is still standing here only because I wish I wanted to keep it. To prove his words, Thrall stomped on the ground, and the ground trembled. While Thrall was talking to Sergeant Martin, the orcs, who were not in charge of the captives, were busy carrying all kinds of supplies from the castle, everything that a race and an army needed—horses, cattle, sheep, sacks of grain, all kinds of food; Bedding, bandages, weapons and armor and even hammers and skinning knives - the new tribes will need them

"You have taught me what mercy is, Sergeant, and now you should be glad that you have learned such a lesson, and that the reinforcements you were expecting will not arrive in time. But if your people can give up resistance, they can leave with their families. You can have enough water, food, and even weapons. And those who are still planning to resist will be buried here in rubble, and without this fortress and its guards along with Blackmore's body, we will be able to liberate our people lightly. That's my only goal."

"Really?" The sergeant asked rhetorically, uncertain. Sal knew he wanted to talk about Blackmore's death.

"All I want is justice and freedom," Sal said in a stern tone, "I have it now, and I will never let anyone take them again."

"Can you guarantee that none of you will come back and hurt us?" Sergeant Martin asked, skeptically.

"I promise you, with the teaching and help you have given me," Thrall looked up at his army and his people, and then said in a firm tone, "As long as you don't resist, you can get out of here unimpeded." ”

The sergeant thought for a long time, carefully considered the pros and cons, and finally made a decision. In response, Sergeant Martin handed his weapon to Sal. The human soldiers looked at each other a few times, and after a brief silence, the other human soldiers did the same.

The battle is over.

Rescuing his compatriots, carrying supplies kept the orcs busy for a day and a nightWhen the dawn of the next day, after all the humans and orcs had safely evacuated the fortress, Thrall, who looked back at the huge walls of Dunhold Castle in silence, summoned the spirits of the earth and asked them for help:

"This place is full of sin, it imprisons the innocent, it breeds evil. Let it fall, forever"

Thrall, the powerful shaman, stretched out his arms and began to beat the ground rhythmically. Closing his eyes, Thrall recalled his cramped cell, Blackmore's torture, the hatred and contempt in the eyes of those who trained with him. He examines these memories of the past, his heart full of painful memories vividly, and he tries to vent them.

"Let it fall," Thrall let out a roar.

The roar of the earthquake resounded through the heavens and the earth, bringing the battle to an end. Amid a loud roar that threatened to deafen the deafness, Dunhold Castle, a boulder-made structure, was turning to a ground of powder, and the ground was churning up and down as if it were about to swallow the fortress whole. The massive building, which once symbolized Saar's relentless struggle against sins and shame, was falling apart, and by the time the land finally calmed down, the once-mighty Dunhold had been scattered to a ground of rubble. The orcs were arrayed and there was an earth-shattering cheer, while the humans stared at the qiē in a haggard and tormented state.

And Edras Blackmore, with the memories and tribulations he brought to Sal, was buried deep in the ruins