Dunhold Castle, a human castle located in the eastern part of the Hillbride Hills, next to the Walls of Soladin, became one of the many concentration camps for orc captives after the end of World War II. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 In the following ten years of development, it gradually became the largest orc concentration camp in the entire Hillbride area, and even in Lordaeron.

This astonishing rapid development, while benefiting from the clever management of the castle lord, Edras Blackmore, also mainly stems from the orc gladiator arena within, a place of blood and fanatical primitive desire, which is not only a place for many sword-wielding nobles who rose up in World War II to reminisce about the snowstorm and have fun, but also a place for most of the Lordaeron nobles who enjoyed the peace of the post-war ten years to find excitement.

Of course, apart from the gladiator's arena, the rest of the castle's services are also top-notch, so much so that Dunhold has gradually become the famous gold nest in the Hillbride area, after the city of the South Seas.

Although the essence is still an orc concentration camp, Dunhold will accept new guests after sunset, but because they are still in the castle, there are still many guests who plan to stay in the castle, and the entire castle is generally lit up until late at night, and even in the second half of the night, you can see that occasionally a few areas are still full of people and lights.

However, today, even in the second half of the night, Dunhold is still full of people and bright lights, and even in some places several kilometers away, you can faintly see a fire in the darkness, yes, a fire that soars into the sky.

Without the merry-seeking, singing and dancing of the past, the intoxicating smell of wine and the scantily clad maids dangling around, all that was left of Dunhold was the sky-high fires and the cries of pain coming from all directions, and in the meantime, there was a constant roar of rage...

A dark green rage slashed into the sky, and behind him was a fortress that was directly penetrated. The three-story bunker made of boulders collapsed in the blink of an eye, and a human warrior rushed out of the window on the third floor at the moment of collapse, but when his body was still in mid-air, a huge figure rushed over, barely blocking the giant sword in front of him, but it was still broken in an instant, the center of gravity was seriously unbalanced, and the right hand holding the giant sword was bent into an anti-U-shape, and the giant sword also came out.

Finally stabilized his body, the human warrior turned around deftly when he was less than half a meter from the ground, landed safely on his knees, and immediately grabbed his right hand with his complete left hand, and after a twist, he restored his right hand to its original state, turned around and fixed his hands in front of him, and in the next second, the orc who had just blocked him in mid-air had rushed to the front of him and kicked him in the head.

After the dexterity of the great power in his hand, the human warrior finally relieved, one bent down and pulled out a short sword from his thigh, and the other sideways tried to force the attacking orc warrior back, but this time it was a strange battle axe, and after easily cutting off his refined short knife, he looked at his head.

A big retreat on his left foot was just about to avoid it, when he received a heavy kick from the opposite orc in the stomach, and he could only watch the battle axe fall.

"Lord Grom!"

The pain in the image did not happen, but a familiar voice came from the ear, and the human warrior turned his head to look, but it was a young orc who rushed over.

"Sal..."

The human warrior who shouted in a low voice lost his instinct as soon as his eyes went dark, and he fell straight to the ground.

"Gouyle, is this what you call a human warrior who has been teaching you martial arts "sincerely"?"

A hand knife stunted the human warrior in front of him, and Grom turned his head to look at the orc youth who walked in front of him, and grinned.

"Yes, my lord, I hope you can spare him! Here, in this prison, he is the second human to teach me sincerely, although the original intention is not necessarily so good!"

Dressed in an old leather armor, the orc young man Thrall, no, Gouyl glanced at the human warrior who had fallen to the ground, and looked up at the clansman in front of him, with a hint of reverence in his eyes.

Growing up in this orc prison, he had seen too many insensitive orcs, and many more bloodthirsty orcs who had completely lost their minds and could only shed their last drop of blood in the dark gladiator arena. In the face of such a clan, for the orc youth who is full of human wisdom, he has already begun to despair, but the appearance of the self-proclaimed friend of his father, the orc chief Grom Hell Roar, made him rerealize the true meaning of his mother clan, the orc clan, this kind of exotic wisdom, but without losing the bold and iron-blooded style, immediately made the orc youth who had just established his outlook on life and the world fall for it.

"Hmph! The purpose is not pure, but for the sake of your basic skills, leave him a small life!"

Staring at the emerald green clear eyes of the orc youth in front of him for a long time, Grom nodded with some relief, finally, finding this child, he finally fulfilled that promise, and he was worthy of that pair of good friends. Immediately, the Great Chief of the Orcs turned his head to look at the human on the ground, and kicked the other party in the chest, directly kicking the source of his anger to pieces.

Seeing that the master who had taught him for several years was abolished and angry, Gouyle showed a trace of unbearability in his eyes, but he still didn't say anything, but pulled a thin figure that finally chased after him and hid behind him.

Grom, who clearly saw Gouyle's small movements, didn't say anything, as a semi-demonized orc who was reincarnated as a human, this contemporary orc chief has seen many things clearly, including giving up the original most fundamental goal of orcs to destroy all humans.

Naturally, there was nothing wrong with Gouyle's decision to leave with a little human girl, after all, in the concept of orcs, fifteen years old is already an adult, and he must go out to hunt the wasteland, support himself, and even take on the responsibility of a family, and already have the right to decide his own life.

"Gouyle, I see the elemental breath in your eyes!"

Glancing around, satisfied to see that the entire castle had been completely engulfed in flames, Grom once again turned his gaze to the orc youth beside him.

"You should go and find your mother, the Frostwolf Clan, there should still be traces of some primordial shamans there!"

"My lord, in the past seventeen years, I have only recognized the power of anger, or the magic of humans, but I am still not sure if it is my way to shamans!"

Feeling the trembling of the little hand he was holding, Gouyl pulled the little man behind him closer, and said to the orc in front of him who could give him a general feeling of being a relative. This topic was already said by Grom when he first met him, and it was not the first time that the orc chief in front of him suggested that he take the path of shamanism, but for the orc youth who did not have a trace of shamanic teachings, this warrior in front of him was the real path.

However, as an old orc who has experienced the most glorious period of the orc shaman civilization, Grom can naturally clearly feel the natural elemental aura surrounded by Thrall, this level of talent, even back then, was a rare talent in a hundred years, but although he is now a half-demon, with some similar talent spells, he still knows little about the true situation of shamanic teachings, and there is no way to guide Gouyr on this path, fortunately, because of the previous patriarch, Durontan's insight, the frostwolf clan still retains perfect shamanic teachings, and there may even be one or two real shamansAs long as the youth in front of him finds the remnants of the frost wolf hiding in the depths of the Otlant Mountains, he can naturally obtain a complete shamanic inheritance. (To be continued.) )