Blackmore, a powerful nobleman whose fief was in the Hillsbride Hills, returned to his castle fortress with the orc baby, located in the eastern part of the Hillsbride Hills, near the Walls of Soladin.

He gave the orc a human name: Thrall, which means slave.

Blackmore is very good to Saar, and even human civilians don't live as well as Saar. Blackmore had his servants feed Thrall with human milk, and he also hired many teachers to teach Thrall various human tactics and strategies, and teach various martial arts. Of course, Blackmore was not a rotten good guy, on the contrary, he was a careerist. In his plan, he will train his orc slave Thrall to become a qualified leader and general, and buy and gather orcs on a large scale. Someday, let Thrall take over the scattered tribes so that he can make a name for himself and expand his territory.

Compared to Thrall's happy life, the other orcs of the tribe were countless times more miserable.

They live a life of inferior pigs and dogs in shelters everywhere, and are often abused. Waiting for the human aristocracy or the farmer to come and buy them like a carrystock.

However, there are also a small number of orcs who are comfortable and have not been abused or enslaved.

After the war, the countries of mankind began to intrigue again, and Lordaeron was the first victorious country, and the dream of great power ambition was out of control. Plans have begun to be made to annex Alterac.

Countries have also started a new round of post-war spoils for their own interests. The ferocity of the orcs is recognized, so the orc warriors have also become the focus of the fight for the countries, each king wants to form an orc slave army, and Lordaeron wants to take the big head, so the countries are currently in the constant fighting. So the orcs who were waiting to be divided also began to passively put together the interpersonal relationships they had accumulated before, and the orcs who didn't have to do it had no say, waiting for the humans to decide their fate.

As for the orcs who have something to do with it...

The Southern Alliance sent a special group of emissaries, who named and wanted to take away the great chief of the tribe, Orgrim, as well as two orc brothers with the surname Sarufar, and an orc baby named Gouyle.

But after looking for a long time, no matter how much they searched, they didn't find a baby named Guyle. When Orgrim was later questioned, he only said that Gouyl was dead.

So the Divine Venerable in the south was very unhappy, and when the Divine Venerable was unhappy, the alliance was not happy. They began to make tough demands, in addition to Orgrim, they also wanted to take the remnants of the Warsong Clan, the more intact Broken Hand Clan, the Fireblade Clan, and the Thunder King Clan.

In this regard, King Terenus smashed a lot of things in his king's hall in a rage, when did Lordaeron suffer from this kind of bird anger! In addition to fighting with the tribe for a while in the early stage, the group of arms dealers of the alliance did not exert any strength in the entire war later! Now they want to take the lion's share! And why did the tribe suddenly go north at that time and give up attacking the alliance, Terenus still wonders if the tribe and the alliance have reached some secret agreement.

But Terenus is still very self-aware, and the northern countries are now greatly weakened, and all of them are broken, even if they are united, they are not the opponents of the alliance. Moreover, now that the countries have separated from Germany and begun to calculate with each other, there is no hope of reuniting again. Although Lordaeron has a strong family, after a war, except for the Tirisfal Glade, the rest of the place has been beaten into a sieve, and the lords and nobles in the country are unwilling to fight anymore.

In the end, the northern countries can only pinch their noses and admit it, if the alliance wants to take the big head, let's take it, and then compete with your alliance after we have a rest! As for the god lord who lives in Stormwind City, the kings of all countries don't think that intrigue and mutual calculation are such things, and the dignified Titan gods even have to take care of these small things, it would be too bad to lose their status, right!

What's more, this uncle is about to return to the Kalimdor Continent, and then they will slowly fight with the alliance.

Orgrim's hands were tightly chained, and two human soldiers roughly pulled him out of his cell and into a wide open space outside the shelter.

I'm going to be executed?

Orgrim looked at the formation of human soldiers around him, and he was just a knife and axe man waiting in front.

At this moment, a human who looked like a captain came to him with a look of disgust and hatred.

"Beast, rejoice, you've been saved by the big men of the south, or I'll torture you hard. Phew!" said the human captain, spitting hard at Orgrim's feet.

But Orgrim didn't bother to pay attention to the human captain, and his mind was full of surprise right now. I'm going to be taken away?

As he was thinking wildly, there was a commotion behind him, and Orgrim turned his head to see that groups of orcs had been escorted to the clearing. He recognized these orcs: the Warsong Clan, the Thunder King Clan, the Fireblade Clan, and the Broken Hand Clan.

What is the alliance here for?

At this moment, puffs of smoke and dust came from the distance, and a group of troops flying the banners of the Alliance and the Stormwind Kingdom rushed towards this place with a large number of wagons. Orgrim recognized the human leader, which was Lothar of Stormwind.

Then his eyes widened, and he saw a Golon, covered in black armor, with two long, thick cannon barrels sticking out of his shoulders. What made Orgrim even more unbelievable was that Goron, who was originally moving very slowly, was not at all weaker than the speed of the cavalry at this moment! A large white steam erupted from Goron's back from time to time, and Orgrim didn't know what it was.

The orcs began to riot, and they watched in horror as the steel golon, armed to the teeth, followed the human army closer and closer. Many orcs thought they had come to kill themselves and yelled.

"Orc!" Orgrim guessed something, calmed down momentarily, and turned around and yelled.

Because the majesty of the Great Chief and the military discipline of the tribe had not disappeared shortly after the defeat, the orcs quickly quieted down.

Lothar drove up to Orgrim, rolled over and dismounted, and nodded to the Lordaeron Soldier Captain as he met him.

"Lothar, the Grand Commander of the Stormwind Kingdom, has been ordered to come and hand over the orcs, and this is the proof document. Lothar said, pulling out a piece of paperwork and handing it to the captain.

The human captain's attitude at the moment is the same as when he faced Orgrim just now. He smiled with a flattering and respectful smile, and for the nobles, they had great respect and envy.

"Hello, Hello, General Lothar, I'm Lieutenant Drack of Lordaeron, it's a pleasure to meet you! Your deeds are also very famous in our kingdom of Lordaeron!"

Lothar didn't put on a show, and lovingly patted Lieutenant Draco on the shoulder.

"Thank you for the compliment, soldier, and now I can take these orcs, right?"

"Of course, of course!"