Sal was a little embarrassed, frowned, thought for a moment, stood up, and made a gesture to show respect to the warriors in the book, saying his own respect to them again.

After a while, one of them looked up, and Sal was very happy, and if they didn't look up, he would be gone. It was just this man who scared Sal out of his mouth.

"Where did they get caught?" Sal looked at him in shock, the man was speaking the lingua franca!

The man continued: "You are not born with orcs, but you learn other languages later, and I am very sure of that. ”

"You're right, I was raised by humans, and they taught me other languages. "What Sal said is right, when he was a child, he was raised by Blackmore, and later replaced by Vaskey Richard, Richard sees people with a human mentality most of the time, and there is no problem in being raised by humans. As for the language, it is all learned later, and even, the orc language is still the third type of learning, the first two languages, one is the Kozan Abyssal language, and the other is the lingua franca of the Eastern Kingdom.

Hearing Thrall admit that he was raised by humans, these orcs suddenly came to nature, and the originally dull and dreary little house suddenly became noisy.

"Raised by humans? It's the funniest joke I've ever heard!"

"Hey, Kenk! Come and see, there's something interesting here!"

An old orc said, "Young man, you must have seen the outside world, then tell me a story about the outside world!"

The orc, who had just begun to speak, stared at Thrall and said, "So you sneaked in to meet your kind, didn't you? Hehe, you've seen it now, so let's be quiet!"

Thrall was shocked again, the orc's eyes turned red: "Your eyes ......"

Thrall didn't care if it would hurt him to talk about this kind of topic directly, after all, he had only seen this kind of colored eyes on Onexia's body, but Onexia was a very expensive black dragon princess, and they were just ordinary orcs.

The first orc screamed at once, and kept in front of his eyes, and the other orcs also left Thrall, and the orcs who had just made a coax also left their place, hiding aside and returning to their original state.

Thrall felt isolated, and managed to get the orcs to open their mouths, and suddenly returned to the pre-liberation period. These compatriots are moving a little bit,

Sal was so upset that he didn't even notice the weather. He fell into deep anguish. For the sake of this group of listless and limp creatures who are not even captives, he even wants to lead them to rebel against tyranny, is it possible? Even if he really rebelled against tyranny, he would not dare to use these terrible orcs! Freedom and having food and drink were more important, and these people gave the answer.

Thrall tried every trick he could think of, the orcs ignored him, Thrall decided to get out of here, it was really unbearable, Thrall scouted the guards again, and they didn't notice the noise just now, it was too mediocre.

Sighing, Thrall was about to leave, when the orc, who had spoken first, suddenly said, "Hey, little one, would you like to hear our story?"

Thrall's eyes lit up and he sat down directly across from him, and the orc laughed and said, "My name is Kelga, and I used to be a glorious warrior......"

Thrall listened in captivity as Kelga recounted his heroic battles and legendary legends, charges against nearly impossible opponents, heroic deeds, and how humanity had been defeated in the face of a relentless green tide of united orcs. He also spoke of people who longed for spiritual strength, stories that some of them had heard and some of which they had never heard.

"We are just a very proud race, we are also an independent tribe, we also have some people there who can communicate with the wind, water, sky, and earth like you, and the beast spirits are their best companions, they can live in harmony with all kinds of magical energy, we call them shamans, before the appearance of the warlock profession, the knowledge of shamans was the knowledge of our tribe. The upper limit of their power determines the upper limit of our clan's power. ”

Kelga suddenly gasped, clenched his hands into fists, and roared, "Strength! is this vague but substantial thing, he can satisfy me and my people, but our leader...... Phew, don't insult the word, Gul'dan is a filthy traitor! This guy has unparalleled power, and only a very small part of it is absorbed by me and my clan, and that's it, the most outrageous thing is, when the war is at its most intense, this bastard...... This bastard abandoned us! We've been defeated by damn humans!"

Kyle took a few deep breaths to calm his mood and continued, "I know you're disappointed with the way we are, but we're not like that. After our defeat, our power slipped away, and none of us knew why, and the guard never used any magic on us, and this power was like blood flowing from a wound, and without it our desire to fight gradually disappeared......" Kelga rested his head on his knees, wrapped his arms around his calves, and closed his eyes.

Sal frowned, the information just now was extremely important: "Did you just say that everyone has lost the desire to fight?"

Kelga nodded: "It's the same with all the people here and all the people in the concentration camps, I've heard the new captured fighters say that they went to save several concentration camps, and every one of them is just like us. But there are still some orcs in this world who have not lost their strength, they are all living well outside, they are resisting and wandering outside. Once they are caught, it means the end of their lives, and the guards here will gather all the people and execute them in front of everyone, so there is less and less resistance here. We don't have goals, we have to get by, and the food every day is not bad. ”

Sal looked at Kelgar, and in his words he could hear his desire to fight, but how to ignite their desire to fight? some people didn't, some people did, maybe they needed to find some warriors who were still wandering......