At the end of the page is a white wolf head coat of arms, the emblem of the Frostwolf Clan, and Thrall hopes to see his family this morning.

"Orgrim Doomhammer......" Little Sal's fists were clenched tightly, although he had never met his biological father and mother, he could not have come into this world without them. Whether or not his parents were killed by Orgrim's own hands, this hatred is to be remembered on his head......

"How, do you want revenge?" asked Valeera, who suddenly appeared behind Thrall, looking at the portrait of Orgrim in Thrall's hand.

The surrounding orcs also knew Valeera, and they gave up the space very familiarly.

"Sister......" Sal stood up and looked at Valeera, acquiescing to the fact.

Valera sighed softly, "Want to hear my opinion?"

Thrall nodded.

"I want you to put aside your hatred for a while and have the opportunity to work with him. ”

Thrall frowned, and Valilla continued, "Orgrim has now escaped from prison, and there is intelligence that he is gathering forces. Unlike Gul'dan, he has incomparable prestige among the orc community, and his capture was also due to defeat, although the orcs consider it a very humiliating thing to be captured, but in the case that most orcs are captives, his experience will not only not be a stain on him, but will become a medium for those orcs to identify with him. Your current mission is to inherit the Frostwolf Clan, but in the future your mission must be to integrate the clan, and at that point, it is your inevitable choice to cooperate with him. ”

Thrall's expression looked reluctant, and Valera continued: "My whole family was killed by thieves, and in the second war of the orcs, Quel'Salas was fully invaded, and all kinds of forces were used by us, and they were no exception...... Later, Alterac stabilized, and they lost the meaning of their lives and were killed by my own hands. ”

Sal sat down on the wooden pier again, looked up at Valera and said, "I understand, sister, it's not that you don't report it, the time has not come. I'll focus on the big picture. ”

"That's good. Valera smiled and sat down on half of the wooden pier on Thrall's side.

"Sister, is there anything you have come here for?"

"I brought this to you. Valera pulled a book and a map out of her pocket.

Thrall took it, and the book was the "Political Minutes of the Eastern Kingdom", and the map was a special map of the Eastern Kingdom's asylum.

"This was originally meant to be given to you by the goblins, but I happened to be replenishing items with them, so I stopped by to get it for you. In the future, it will be you and them who will contact you. Alright, it's time for me to go and finish my mission. ”

Valilla took a break, stood up, patted her buttocks, and disappeared into the night.

Sal watched Valeera, and when she disappeared into the night, Sal put down the book, unfolded the map, and carefully remembered the concentration camp marked on it. Since you want to integrate the orcs in the future, let's accumulate some strength first. Now there are only a hundred orcs around who can use it, and my mother once said that only equality of strength is called cooperation, and the disparity in strength can only be one party dominating the other in the end. And the orcs can't be led by other races, so they must find a way to increase the power of their own side. If you haven't found the Frostwolf Clan yet, it's better to go to other concentration camps to look for opportunities, and the first stop Sal has already chosen, which is Dunhold, who lived a good life at the beginning......

On this day, a gladiatorial tournament was held in Dunhold, and a citizen with a somewhat hunched waist and a public face bought a ticket and went to a corner to watch the battle inside.

This person is Thrall, who uses Primmatis's one-time transformation potion to become a less eye-catching viewer to see what he wants.

Thrall now saw a scarred orc warrior against two lions of the plains, but judging by their appearance, the two lions had been hungry for days. The two lions were still stopped by the iron bar, and as soon as they opened it, they rushed towards their compatriot like a cannonball, and the speed of the speed even made their bodies a little blurred, and the orc was crushed under a lion in an instant.

In an instant, the sound of mountains and tsunamis sounded in the gladiatorial arena, there were excited shouts, nervous shouts, Sal's position was just right to see the figure of a certain lord named Blackmore on the VIP stage, the lord straightened his body and quietly grabbed the chair so as not to fall, and it could be seen from his face that he had pressed a lot in this game.

Sal touched his abdomen, and the pain in the place where Blackmore had taught him as a child was no longer painful, but the image still appeared in front of him.

Sal shook his head, shook off all the bad pictures, and looked at the scene again. The orcs in the arena had already stood up, holding the lion pressed against him, and roared angrily to shake him off, as easily as a stuffed animal.

He wielded the double sword behind his back, very flexible spinning, jumping, and soon, a big cat died, the lion attacked quickly, with great strength, but at the same time his furry body was very soft, and was split in half by the orc with only one blow, and half of his body was still twitching on the ground. The remaining one, that is, the one that was thrown out, was enraged by the tragic death of his companions, and attacked very frantically, this time the orc did not give him a second time to pounce on himself, when the lion jumped high, baring his teeth and claws, the orc had already been ready, waiting for this moment, he stood under the lion at once, the same upward, and then the sword in the other hand opened a hole from the other direction. By the time the lion hit the ground, the lion had been divided into four pieces.

The orc raised his arms, and he defeated another enemy. There was a tsunami of shouts in the gladiatorial arena again, and from their shouts, these people must have pressed a lot of money on the orcs, and now that the orcs have won, they will get a lot of money, so they are all shouting loudly. Some sympathetic voices can still be heard in this cry, it turns out that the orc is going to continue fighting, some soft-hearted women ask not to let him fight anymore, let him go to rest, Blackmore also heard these words, his face became very ugly, in his opinion, only making more money is the most important thing, his goal needs huge resources to support.

Thrall is very satisfied with the combat effectiveness of the orcs, and if all the orcs here have such combat effectiveness, it will be a very beneficial supplement to their own side.