Including Fenris, all the orcs in the north of the Kingdom Continent believe that their world has been completely destroyed.
The orcs who lost their homeland became wanderers. They were rootless duckweeds in Azeroth. This kind of spiritual emptiness can easily make people lose their fighting spirit.
Just like those slaves, there are only a few who have the guts to escape. The reason why they become walking zombies is not just Blackmoore's cruel oppression.
If a new meaning of survival cannot be found for the tribe, the orcs here will slowly lose their direction.
The orcs used to have shamanic beliefs and fighting traditions. Only the Frostwolf clan has recovered the shamanic beliefs, but Fenris is powerless. All he can do is to find the fighting traditions.
But after experiencing the defeat, a shadow cast over the hearts of all the orcs.
Moreover, Fenris rationally realizes that the orcs must not be enemies of the entire Azeroth like in the past!
"Conquer Azeroth", this arrogant banner must be abandoned, and a new banner must be replaced to unite the orcs.
"Kill those hateful slave hunting teams in Silver Pine Forest! Save the suffering compatriots!"
Fenris stood on the stage and raised his arms and shouted, and the orcs, who had been holding their breath for a long time, all responded by waving their weapons.
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The slave hunting team's first few operations in the Silver Pine Forest were quite successful. They raided several small villages with a population of hundreds. Those were villages where women and elderly people were the main ones, and they were responsible for collecting fruits.
It was also the success of several previous operations that caused more slave hunting teams to flock into the Silver Pine Forest.
But soon the slave-hunting team encountered the real enemy. Fenris and Saurfang each led an elite force, defeating several slave-hunting teams one after another and cutting off their heads.
The slave-hunting movement, which was originally in full swing, suddenly suffered a heavy blow!
"How could this happen?! Didn't you say that the orcs in Silverpine Forest were just some fleeing mobs?!"
Greymane began to complain to Blackmoore. It was obvious that the slave hunting team's losses had exceeded the gains from the captured slaves.
“Don’t worry too much about this matter. According to the intelligence from the late period of the Second Orc War, the remnants of the orcs who fled to the direction of Silverpine Forest were led by Orgrim’s adjutant Saurfang.
It was this Saurfang who used a small number of troops to block the Alliance army in the Hillsbrad Hills and cover the transfer of the army led by Orgrim.
This is a very capable orc officer. If he leads an elite force to resist, it is normal for our slave hunting team to be damaged.
However, with the little strength of his men, he will definitely not be able to hold on for too long.
If we can finally capture this Saurfang, then all the previous losses can be made up for. An orc warlord, how valuable is such a slave?"
"Other than capturing an orc warlord alive can bring us some prestige, I can't think of any higher practical value than an ordinary slave."
Greymane shook his head and said that Blackmoore had no expression on his face, but in his heart he began to despise this conservative old guy. After all, he still lacked business acumen.
"Haha, the orc warlords have become slaves who can be dispatched at will. If such a gimmick were to be implemented in Lordaeron, how many noble nobles would be willing to bid?"
Greymane suddenly realized that although he and Blackmoore both had a lot of wealth, compared with the great nobles of Lordaeron, they could only be regarded as rich men.
Don't underestimate people's curiosity. The powerful enemies in the past have become slaves at anyone's disposal. There will definitely be someone willing to pay for such an exciting thing.
"Hey, you have such a good idea, why didn't you put it forward earlier? How many high-level orcs were imprisoned in Lordaeron at that time, but we didn't see their value at that time, so we just let them escape, and how many gold coins were lost in vain.
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Greymane said with some regret, Blackmoore just smiled and said nothing. At that time, he had not started the cruel slave training of the orcs in Durnholde, and had not really understood the temper of the orcs, so how could he think of it?
Such a brilliant idea?
Of course, even if he had thought of this good idea at that time, he would not have said it easily.
Compared with the gentlemen of Lordaeron, his wealth and status are not worth mentioning. If such a good idea is said too early, it will have nothing to do with him.
"We can catch the escaped orcs again. But for this Saurfang, I may not intend to sell him, but have other plans."
"If you have any other good ideas, just tell them all at once."
Greymane was a little dissatisfied. Overall, it was a pleasure to work with this guy. After all, he could make a lot of money, but this guy's habit of always showing off was really annoying.
"I plan to open a gladiatorial arena, select the best among the orc slaves, and let them fight each other and perform for the public. This Saurfang can become a star in the arena."
"You are such a business genius, you can even come up with such ideas."
Greymane couldn't help but praise. It goes without saying how much people in the Alliance hate the orcs. Let the orcs kill each other for the Alliance to see. No one will hate this kind of entertainment.
"Haha, I just thought of it. Serving many people will definitely earn more than serving one person. When the time comes, we can also guide people to bet on the gladiators, and we will be the banker."
Blackmoore came up with one hellish gameplay one after another, but what he actually had in mind was something else.
If he could capture Saurfang alive, he did intend to make Saurfang a star in the arena, but this was a star destined to be killed, and the person who killed Saurfang was in his
It has already been determined in my heart.
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It has to be said that without the variable Fenris, Blackmoore's plan would really have a chance of success.
Just because of his miscalculation of the situation in Silver Pine Forest, everything he said above became a fantasy, and even he himself looked like a clown.
When all the slave hunters were killed in Silverpine Forest, and even Gilneas' regular army suffered a defeat, Greymane threw all the business plans in front of Blackmoore.
"Smashed! Smashed, you know! This is what you said about capturing Saurfang alive? I think I was beheaded first, right?"
Greymane sneered at Blackmoore and said that now, Blackmoore is also a little confused, and the situation is somewhat out of his control.
"Impossible, how could my information be wrong? The remnants of the orcs are all there, and an army came out of nowhere..."
Seeing Blackmoore's eyes becoming increasingly hollow, Greymane remained unyielding.
"Oh, I can't care about this. Regarding those damn orcs, I shouldn't believe you. I have already sent a request for help to the Alliance.
But the plantation needs to replenish slaves now, so you'd better think of a feasible way. If something goes wrong with the next delivery, don't blame me for being unkind."
The two were originally tied together because of their interests. Greymane would not show mercy once his interests were damaged. It was only after he listened to Blackmoore's advice that he lost so many troops. The King of Gilneas had already begun to plan to deduct the other party. All dividends were distributed.
Grain pus
"What exactly went wrong..."
Blackmoore's mind was spinning rapidly, and after hearing Greymane's threat, he calmed down instantly. Only by clinging to Greymane could he continue to do many of his unscrupulous businesses, so his relationship with the other party was absolutely There can be no stalemate.
Thinking of this, Blackmore began to consider countermeasures without any distractions.
"Don't worry, the plantation is our core interest, and I will never let anything go wrong there. The capture of slaves from the Silver Pine Forest was a miscalculation on my part, but we can still make up for it from other places. Slave’s.”
"What are your plans?"
Greymane no longer trusts Blackmoore as much as he did at the beginning, and the latter knows that this misjudgment has greatly damaged the credibility he had previously established.
"I suggest supplementing it with slaves of other races."
"You'd better stop messing around. Terenas and Lothar will kill you. I don't want to be implicated because of you."
Greymane subconsciously thought that this guy had set his sights on his own race. Serfs and servants did exist in the Human Alliance, but Greymane knew that there was no comparison between those who managed slaves in plantations.
If Blackmore dares to use the tactics he used in the plantation on the human race, let the leaders of other countries know that they will never let Blackmore go.
"Relax, how could I do that? I mean we could add some trolls."
Greymane seemed to have heard some joke. Capturing trolls as slaves? Those guys are even harder to capture than orcs! Besides, Gilneas is not Stromgarde or the Hinterlands. How could there be so many trolls to capture? He began to feel Blackmore is kidding himself.
"Listen to my explanation first. We don't need to catch the troll slaves ourselves. Do you remember Farrivel?"
Of course Greymane remembers this name.
"Oh, that scumbag who defected from Kul Tiras, he shamelessly came here to beg for alms before. Why did you mention him when he was so good?"
As long as the orcs are not regarded as human beings, Greymane can feel comfortable squeezing the orcs to make money. However, compared with Blackmoore, Greymane still has a bottom line. At least he does not look down on Farrell. traitor.
"Don't say that, even a pair of underwear or a piece of toilet paper has its purpose."
Unlike Greymane, who showed no pretense towards Farrewell, Blackmoore showed his appreciation for him and privately stated that he would cooperate with him as long as there was a chance.
"As far as I know, that guy from Farrewell became a pirate in the south, and he and his people settled in the Stranglethorn Valley area.
There are many jungle trolls living there. According to the information I learned, the jungle trolls originally had a unified empire named Gurubashi.
But for unknown reasons, a huge disaster occurred in the Gurubashi capital. Since then, their capital has disappeared into the jungle, and the trolls living in Stranglethorn Valley have become independent of each other.
Those jungle trolls split into small tribes, which means that when they attack a troll village, there is no need to worry about other villages uniting to resist. Such trolls are much easier to deal with than the orcs united in Silverpine Forest.
We can entrust Farrewell to help us catch jungle trolls and transport them as slaves. And we have to wait for him to deliver the goods before we pay, so we don't have to bear the upfront cost. No matter how big his losses are, it has nothing to do with us.
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Even if he dares to ask us for a high price because the loss is too great, we will simply stop cooperating with him and think of other ideas..."
Having said this, Blackmoore gritted his teeth. He must hug Gilneas's thigh now.
"If this road to Farreville doesn't work, I will buy orcs from prisoner-of-war camps in other countries to replenish our plantation."
The two of them had previously agreed not to buy orcs from prisoner-of-war camps in other countries unless absolutely necessary.
Carrying out cruel and inhumane slavery is destined to be disgraceful in today's alliance, and it is also inconsistent with the political correctness established by Terenas.
If we only do it on a small scale within Gilneas, other countries will turn a blind eye. If we do it with too much fanfare, it will damage Gilneas' reputation.
Blackmore's guarantee still had some effect.
"Then you try to contact Farewell, but do it secretly. It will be difficult to explain to Kul Tiras if the matter is revealed."
"Don't worry, I understand everything."
But as his mood improved, Greymane also became curious about how this guy knew these things.
"You seem to be very well-informed about everything. You know a lot of things that I haven't heard of?"
Blackmore gave three points to show off and seven points to explain away doubts.
"Although I hit a snag in Ironforge before, I gained a lot from it, which made me realize that those idle adventurers still have some uses.
What adventurers are, after all, they are just desperadoes. As long as I am willing to spend money, I can also recruit a group of adventurers to do work for me.
Many adventurers are keen to explore Stranglethorn Valley. In their mouths, Stranglethorn Valley has another name, called the "Lost World". Just to find the Gurubashi capital that disappeared in the jungle, many people even gave their lives.
The price, haha, how ridiculous do you think it is?”
After receiving a reasonable explanation, Greymane no longer cared about the matter. He would devote more energy to seeking help from the Alliance to solve the threat of Silverpine Forest triggered by his indiscretion.
In this way, Blackmore sent an invitation to Farrewell with a letter.
After taking Blackmore's letter from the messenger, Farrewell patted the messenger on the shoulder.
"Thank you for your hard work on this journey. I just shocked you. Please go down and take a rest. We will have a banquet to entertain you later."
The messenger was indeed frightened along the way. Farrewell's den of thieves is highly confidential. After his ship heading south reached a sea area, he encountered patrolling pirates. After revealing his identity, he was covered
Eyes then took a speedboat and were escorted here.
After seeing off the courier, Farrewell couldn't wait to open the letter. Just yesterday, he was worried about the Daelin ship entering Booty Bay, and today there was a letter from the north.
If he could have other businesses, why would he bother fighting with Booty Bay? Thinking of this, Farrewell couldn't help feeling that luck was still on his side.
"Haha, this is a good deal."
After reading the letter, Farriver handed it to the curious strategist Peggy.
After reading the letter, Peggy couldn't help but said with joy.