The scorching sun was scorching overhead, there was heavy work on hand, and behind him was the supervisor's whip that fell from time to time.
A group of thin "green-skinned monsters" are working in the cotton fields. Their muscles are weak, their skin is dull, and their spirits are listless. They are like walking corpses, without any trace of the toughness of the orcs who once belonged to the tribe.
"Hurry up and work! You pigs! Waste!"
The overseer, wearing a cowboy hat, shirt, overalls, and leather boots, waved the whip in his hand and yelled and cursed loudly.
One of the orc slaves gradually became sluggish, and when he discovered that a slave was "lazy", the overseer's whip fell on him mercilessly.
But no matter how hard the whip was whipped, the orc remained unchanged.
Every time the whip came down, there was a trace of blood on his body, but the orc could not feel the pain in his back. He even began to lose hearing in his ears, and he could not distinguish colors in front of his eyes.
"boom!"
The orc fell to the ground.
"Don't fucking think about just getting away with it, you loser!"
The overseer continued to curse, and at the same time stepped forward and kicked the orc several times, but there was no response at all. The overseer then leaned down to check the orc's breathing.
"Another fucking one died!"
The supervisor stood up and cursed. The supervisor noticed the situation here and came over, holding his nose and looking impatient.
"Unlucky, this is already the thirteenth day these days, take it away, take it away!"
The orc's body was carried away like a broken sack. When passing by other slaves, there was no expression change on the faces of the orcs. They had long been numb to such an encounter.
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"A lot of slaves have died recently."
After reading the report submitted by Burnwood Village Plantation, Greymane couldn't help but complain to Blackmoore. Even though he had no mercy for the orcs, he felt that Blackmoore's management methods were too cruel.
"In addition to these dead slaves, many have escaped recently. If there are no more slaves, who will work for us?"
Hearing Greymane say this, Blackmore said it nonchalantly.
"Slaves are just consumables. If a batch of them dies, then we can find a way to get another batch."
"What? You want to transfer the group of orcs left in Durnholde?"
Greymane asked curiously. After the Second Orc War, there were a total of 20,000 prisoners on the Alliance side. Blackmoore alone took on almost all the prisoners in Gilneas, and bought many more from Stromgarde.
But out of the seven or eight thousand captives, Blackmoore only provided more than 4,000 captives to the plantation. The remaining half were selected and strong orcs. Greymane was not willing to guess what Blackmoore was going to do with those orcs.
, all I know is that this guy regards those orcs as treasures.
"How is that possible? I mean, if these slaves in our hands die, why don't we capture some new orc slaves? After the Second Orc War, there are still many orcs scattered everywhere.
My men found out that one of the orcs is hiding in the Silver Pine Forest. If we can find those lost dogs, won't we have slaves again?"
Blackmoore proposed this not only in the hope of replenishing slaves, but also in the hope of capturing more orc prisoners to replenish his army.
The thousands of orcs he left in his hands underwent inhumane enslavement training in Durnholde's prison. Although the final orcs who were trained promised to surrender absolutely to Blackmoore, the precondition was that more than two thousand orcs died.
In the middle of training.
This kind of training is too destructive. How can Blackmoore accept an orc army with only about 2,000 people? His ambition is to dominate the entire alliance. With only 2,000 people, he can't even pass the level of Alterac Crotha.
"Silver Pine Forest? This area is quite large..."
Greymane said with some embarrassment, but after thinking about the benefits that slaves brought to the manor, even sending an army to capture slaves was acceptable.
Not to mention that after seeing Greymane and Blackmoore making money, many Gilneas nobles and wealthy businessmen also followed up with investment. Mobilizing them to spend money to form a slave hunting team is also a way.
As long as enough slaves are captured, the cost evenly distributed to each slave will be lower. There is no need to worry about cost issues, as long as you know where the slaves are, it won't be a problem.
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As a peninsula country, Gilneas's shipping is also relatively prosperous. Although after the rise of Kul Tiras, the navigation industry here has been suppressed to a certain extent, there are still large ports.
Every once in a while, the ships of the Protector of the Vast Sea will come to Gilneas Port, where the cotton produced by the plantation is loaded onto the ship.
It's just that today's loading, the sailors of the Hanhai Merchant Ship found something different from usual. There were many heavily armed teams on the dock, each with different flags.
They seemed to be going out to sea, and there were many more ships than usual in the port, which even caused chaos in the port.
"What's going on? Find out when you get off the boat later."
The troll captain, who had broken a leg, gently tapped the deck with his wooden leg and gave instructions to the sailors around him.
He was one of the first soldiers of the Hanhai Protectorate to serve as a full-time captain after being discharged from the army, and his leg happened to be broken during the Battle of Chaoluo Island.
Today he noticed something strange in Gilneas Port, so he paid attention carefully.
After a while, the cotton began to be loaded onto the ship, and several sailors who had disembarked also came back.
"Captain, I have found out clearly that those people are a slave hunting team. They are going to the Silver Pine Forest in the north by water to capture orc slaves."
"Isn't the Silverpine Forest not far from the border in the north of Gilneas? Why do we have to go by sea?"
The captain looked a little surprised, and the sailor smiled proudly. He had the same problem as the captain at the time, so he asked thoughtfully in advance.
"From the northern border of Gilneas to Silverpine Forest, the distance on land is indeed not far, but the time it takes is longer than that on sea. Moreover, if the captured orcs are escorted on land, they will easily be resisted or escape.
They walked from the sea and landed on the west side of Silverpine Forest. After capturing the orcs from the forest, they were not escorted directly back to Gilneas, but were first transported to a slave island for transit.
Gu Xi
On an isolated island, those orcs have no place to escape even if they want to escape, so they can slowly tame the orcs into slaves. In this way, the slaves are stored on the island, and the price is negotiated with the plantation first, and then the slaves are transported from the island.
Trading, you can earn more this way.”
"Wait, what do you mean by Slave Island?"
The sailor noticed that the expression on the boat was a little unnatural, and he was a little embarrassed knowing the captain's past, but he still chose to tell the truth.
"It's Tide Island not far from Gilneas."
The troll captain was silent for a while, and then anger arose in his heart. Tidal Island itself is a very common island, but it is of special significance to him.
Because it was the first battle since the establishment of the Hanhai Protectorate, and it was also a battle that represented his honor. His wooden leg was the best medal of merit.
But now that island has become a slave island for the Gilneans. Even if he has only heard about it but has not seen it with his own eyes, he knows how much darkness is hidden there.
The orcs lost the war, and they who launched the invasion also became slaves of the Alliance. This result can only be said to be the result of the tribe themselves. But when they think about their bravery and sacrifice in the war, they end up benefiting a group of despicable personalities.
The slave owners on the troll ship felt very uncomfortable.
In such a mood, when I look at the white cotton that was transported from the dock to the ship, my eyes are not white. They are obviously stained with blood.
Orcs are not innocent, but they should be punished by justice, and should not be handed into the hands of worse people and treated like this. This only nourishes evil and justice is not served.
But the real world is so cruel, and such blood-stained cotton is an important commodity needed by the Hanhai Protector.
For such a complicated issue, Captain Troll felt that his brain was a little weak, but he would execute the order resolutely as if he were still in the army. He believed that Li De's decision was correct, but the governor had his own considerations.
At the same time, he was relieved in his heart. Fortunately, this would be the last batch of cotton he would transport from Gilneas.
After a while, the spinning production line will be transferred to Kezan, and from now on Kezan and Gilneas will trade cotton.
"Looking at how happy these people are, their slave-hunting business seems to be very prosperous. I just wonder where they will get the slaves after they have captured all the orcs?"
The Troll Captain thought this in his heart, but neither he nor the excited slave-hunting team in front of him knew that the good days of the slave-hunting team were coming to an end without waiting for them to catch all the orcs.
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"Overseer Saurfang, I finally found you... Please, please save our compatriots! The orcs are suffering!"
An orc who escaped from the Burnwood Village plantation knelt in front of Saurfang and begged with tears streaming down his face.
The orcs around him were all filled with righteous indignation. He had seen a lot of orcs who had fled to Silverpine Forest during this period, but as soon as they heard the description of the plantation, the orcs would still become angry immediately.
"I already know what you have suffered. You should get up first and come with me to meet the chief."
"The Great Chief..."
The orc who escaped was stunned. He thought he could see Orgrim, but in the end it was Fenris who he saw on the throne.
"this……"
Not knowing Fenris, he wanted to question it at that time, but before he could speak, Fenris on the wolf-skin throne made a thunderous voice.
"Welcome you to return to the tribe. We will repay the enemy a hundred times for the suffering you have suffered! I, Fenris, make an oath! From today on, the orcs will never be slaves!"
The orc slave had heard of the reputation of Fenris. Although he was still surprised as to why Fenris, who should have been staying in his hometown, appeared here, the other party's words really moved him. At this time, he was standing on both sides of Fenris in the big tent.
All the orcs shouted along.
"Orcs will never be slaves!"
Gradually, the slave also joined in the shouting. Fenris, who once led people to kill Gronn with his own hands, had a reputation that was not inferior to that of the Black Hand, and was even better than Orgrim. Now he dared to do this to the orcs.
The promise was immediately recognized by the orc slave.
The tyrant of the Horde, Warchief Fenris, decided to use force against Gilneas.
Originally teleported here by Ner'zhul using magic, Fenris was still a little confused. After joining Saurfang, he decided to establish himself as the warchief of the orcs.
After truly understanding the situation here, Fenris seemed particularly excited.
His current location is actually so close to Lordaeron, the leader of the alliance! Although he is right under the eyes of the enemy, he may be in danger of being annihilated.
However, risks and opportunities coexist, and he is confident that his military capabilities are far superior to Orgrim's. As long as he does not commit Orgrim's stupid trick of frequently dividing his troops, defeating the Alliance is only a matter of time.
Fenris reviewed the entire process of the orcs' defeats in the past few years, and finally summed up several experiences: lack of logistics, making enemies everywhere, and frequent divisions of troops.
So under this situation, Fenris made reforms to the tribe he led. The first thing was to strengthen the orcs' logistical strength.
For this reason, Fenris organized the orcs to carry out production in the Silver Pine Forest. The orcs did not know how to farm originally. Their main source of food was fishing, hunting and gathering. Of course, they also independently developed domestication and herding.
Because there is a precedent of warlocks destroying the natural environment of Gorongas, Fenris pays special attention to the management and protection of the environment, and strictly prohibits orcs from overdrawing the material resources of nature.
After inspecting the actual situation of the Silver Pine Forest, he divided the Silver Pine Forest into many areas, and strictly regulated what resources were allowed to be harvested in each area.
Such strict regulations would definitely be difficult to implement in the orc clan society that used to have flamboyant personalities and loose organization. So Fenris also started his second reform.
That is to learn the opponent's organizational form, or to be precise, to learn the system established by Li De in the First Division.
The hierarchy is clear and everyone has clear rights and responsibilities. When he first learned about such a system, Fenris was shocked. Now that he has become the warchief, he decided to introduce such a system to the tribe.
These two reforms of Fenris were very effective. It only took a short time to completely change the mental outlook of these more than 8,000 down-and-out orcs.
So even Saurfang, who originally did not agree with radical reforms, changed his attitude and supported Fenris.
After a period of management in Fenris, some orcs living in the wild were gathered together, bringing the number of Fenris tribes to nearly 9,000!
Such achievements are possible because history has given Fenris such an opportunity. If the war had not broken up the original organizational structure of the orc clans, Fenris' reforms would have definitely encountered huge resistance.
After seeing that his tribe was steadily developing for the better, Fenris began to seriously think about another issue, and this issue was also the most important issue that led to the failure of the orcs: the legitimacy of the tribe's survival.