The poor orc cried out in despair as the ogre crushed him, and the spear had completely pierced his body, pinning him to the ground. The ogre, not counting the orc's injuries, rode on him, and kept beating the orc hard, and the orc's cry of pain and his roar permeated the gladiatorial arena with a terrible music that could not be listened to.

Blackmore looked at the field with some regret, this orc also failed to pass the last level, it was really pitiful, it seemed that he was going to be smashed into meat sauce. Blackmore shook his head, got up and left the arena, he wasn't interested in watching the game of extremely powerful creatures killing weak creatures.

The ogre's roar was gradually left in the arena, and the ogre, perhaps tired from the fight, stood up and walked around the orc, raising his fist and enjoying the cheers of the people, while behind him, the orc was already out of breath.

Several of his "breeders" in captivity Walked to his side and drove him back to his den with a spear, the ogre walked steadily, and then suddenly attacked, he grabbed the spear of one of the breeders and threw him to the other side, hitting the other keeper, his right foot stepped back and raised, and stepped on one of the breeders, and the rest were paralyzed with fright, the ogre took the opportunity to run wildly, the ogre's escape caused a riot at once, after a short period of confusion, the defenders immediately reacted and began to round up the ogre, and soon in the distance there was the sound of magic blasting and the roar of the ogre。

Something like this happened in the Colosseum, and the next few duels were forced to stop. Thrall quietly pulled out a small bird, left it in the corner, got up and left the arena with the audience.

The bird is a modified version of the crow, and its body is more delicate and less noticeable. There are also more styles, unlike the crow and his crow type, which can only be a black crow. It's just that, there are gains and losses, the bird only has the function of detecting the record, there is no transmission function, and the picture of his reconnaissance can only be done by recovering the bird.

Thrall returned to the camp he had been in and waited quietly. After a long time the bird flew back, and Sal stretched out his hand, and the bird flew there, pouting its buttocks, and with a poof, a round crystal jumped out of its buttocks.

Thrall pinched the crystal and used the special code to see the image stored inside. After reading it, Thrall felt a little chilled, and the dying orc was randomly thrown into the wilderness by Blackmore's men, and let the beast eat him. Anyway, he's won so many long victories for you, and he ended up like this? Not even a graveyard! Sal lost the last illusion of Blackmore, and at the same time, Blackmore's name was written on the list in his mind.

Shoved the crystal back into the bird's butt, and looking at the bird's flying boat, he suddenly felt a little glad that if it wasn't for Richard and Vassky who took him away from Dunhold, maybe he would be the one who died here now.

Sal walked back to his makeshift tent, covered himself with a quilt, and entered the dream with gratitude.

The next day, Sal set sail again, this time deciding to visit an ordinary concentration camp. Thrall did not choose a concentration camp that was closer to Dunhold, which had a large number of warriors and mages. His strength was the strongest in the camps. Following the map given by Valeera, he decided to visit a small concentration camp far from here.

Thrall brought two guards with him, and the rest of the people continued to follow the formation to find traces of the Frostwolf Clan. On the way there, Sal was not at peace, he knew very little about the camps, he didn't know what it was like to see so many of his people in one place, what it was like. I've learned orc language myself, I don't know if I can understand their accent, but I've been rescued by Kozan, and if they can't understand orc language that I'm not very proficient in? Will these orcs make a battle request to themselves? I'm here to scout and don't want to have a conflict with them. Also, will the orcs in these camps be physically strong, and most importantly, will they have a desire to be free?

The road is at the foot, and he takes out a map at the fork in the road to distinguish the road, and before leaving, Vasqi has prepared a lot of equipment for him to guide the way, the most detailed topographic map, the best compass, in addition, Sal and Vasqi have also learned the skill of judging the location through celestial phenomena.

Thrall traveled day and night, taking the path during the day and the big road at night. Although the goblin messenger told him that the diplomatic mediation team of Richard and Sylvanas was now mediating the conflict between Lordaeron and Fort Riptide, the military experiences of both countries were placed there, and no one would notice the presence of such a heavily armed orc force to the south. But even so, Sal didn't dare to take it easy. It's not good if someone happens to meet someone outside.

The camp that Thrall had chosen soon arrived, and Thrall was hiding their defenses, guarded by spears, swords, pockets, and a few cavalrymen. However, the guards appear to be scattered, and it looks like they should be able to blend in easily.

As it turned out, Sal was right, but the scene inside made him a little frightened. The small room of about ten square meters was crowded with a dozen orcs. Some sat in a puddle full of filth, some walked back and forth, some muttered words that no one understood, and some huddled tightly in a ball. Without exception, these people were all staring blankly, their mouths with sharp teeth hanging very weakly, and Sal's arrival did not make them react, and even looking up at him was a waste of physical energy.

What's going on here? Are the guards using magic? Thrall decided to find out what was going on, he understood the power of the orc race, not to mention the gladiatorial fights he saw and the hundreds of orc warriors around him, without exception, they were all very powerful warriors, they were very strong, very brave, before coming here, he was looking forward to seeing similar warriors, and hoped that these people could become his helpers, but these languishing guys gave Sal the feeling that he was weaker than the fishmen, that is, the fishmen had the courage to dare to charge, and they could not see a little hope in their eyes。

Thrall walked around a few rooms, eventually finding a place in a room on the side, not caring about the squalor there, and sat down.

"Greetings like you. Thrall greeted the others in his unfamiliar orc language, but none of the orcs responded to him, not even looking up at him.