"But if I could, I really wouldn't want to do it."
Thrall sighed. Although the orc brothers around him were very excited after hearing him say that he wanted to attack by force, if he had a choice, he still wanted to follow the old method, which is to first pretend to be a prisoner.
The orcs sneaked into the shelter, and then encouraged the orcs inside to attack from front to back with the brothers outside, instantly breaking through the shelter and liberating their compatriots.
Such losses are minimal.
But it was a pity that the lord's castle closest to the asylum suddenly started to move. Without knowing the information, he did not dare to do so.
I dared to do this before because those shelters didn't know that anyone would attack them and they didn't enter a wartime state.
But looking at the way the lights are constantly turning, you can tell that this group of people is definitely on full alert now. If he and the compatriots who went in together can make those humans believe that they are okay, they will at most be beaten and then sent to a shelter.
.
But in wartime, he will probably be killed in 80% chance.
Thrall believed this very much, because in previous operations, he had seen how the orcs in these small shelters were treated.
He ate swill, slept on haystacks, and was beaten by the human soldiers from time to time, and was also subjected to very heavy hard labor. An orc in his thirties, who had been tortured until his white hair turned white, was close to
Disability.
And they have to be driven by humans to duel with each other like themselves.
A shelter that was full at first, but when he entered, only half of them had been tortured. If the king named Tenaris hadn't had ulterior motives, then their compatriots would have been even fewer!
So he knew very well that the hatred between orcs and humans was very unshakable, and he must also save his compatriots.
However, he would not just rush to the shelter so stupidly.
As far as he knew from his investigation, because the lord here had always given sufficient money and food to the shelter, the shelter here had always been fully staffed.
Part of it must be brought out!
Orgrim asked him to lead the troops alone, and there was no way he would let him down!
He looked in the direction of the castle. The castle was not big, just of average size, so he held the battle ax in his hand tightly, smelled the air, and sensed the elements of the earth.
"We are divided into two groups, Talco. You will lead a group of people to ambush near the shelter, while I will lead a group of people to pretend to attack the human castle. I will summon the elements there to destroy the gate of the castle and let
Those people had to ask for help from the shelter. Tarco, remember, before I come back with my troops, you must have an ambush! Wait for us to break through the shelter together!"
The orc named Talko nodded without raising any objection.
Thrall said this and looked at his compatriots again.
"I need some warriors to distract the attention of those humans after we pretend to attack the castle. This is very dangerous, so..."
But before he finished speaking, several white-haired orcs stood up silently.
Thrall looked at these orc soldiers who looked old but still maintained a strong fighting spirit. After a moment of silence, red lightning lit up on his body, and in an instant, several translucent wolf souls appeared.
in front of him.
"Ride them, warriors, they will bring you back as much as possible."
But Thrall's response was only the laughter of these orcs.
"Hahaha... don't worry, Thrall, we still have to watch you liberate all your compatriots!"
The old orc at the head said this, and the other orcs also let out low laughter. But looking into his eyes, Thrall knew that the other person didn't think so.
None of the orcs are afraid of death.
"Then, take action!"
Thrall looked at the orcs marching in an orderly manner and issued his order.
The orcs disappeared into the night like the wind, leaving behind the citizens of Gus Town who knew nothing.
And in the night, after the last orc soldier left, in the darkness, a very handsome demon with wings on his back, teeth exposed outside his lips, quietly appeared where they were standing before.
Yes, demon, a very famous demon among the Burning Legion.
He is respected as the Dread Lord by other demons. Among a group of demons who are good at using conspiracy, he is considered to be the devil who is good at using conspiracy.
The Dread Lord standing here now is named Mal'Ganis.
"interesting……"
Mal'Ganis looked at the orcs who were leaving. He originally planned to come to see how the Cult of the Damned was developing. After all, the leader of the Scourge, the Lich King Ner'zhul, was untrustworthy.
As for Kel'Thuzad... he hasn't seen true power yet. After all, he hasn't truly died yet, so he can't be trusted for the time being.
"So, should I intervene?"
He stretched out his hand, and a crystal ball appeared in his hand. As he looked at the crystal ball, a voice came out.
And if Jaina were here, she would definitely recognize the voice of her lover Arthas.
"...I'll be there soon."
Malganis laughed. This was the message he subconsciously intercepted because he noticed someone was using magic to communicate. In other words, the prince in the plan would also be here today.
"It seems that although the little warlock did not complete his task, he made things more interesting."
He was thinking about whether to start the plan to corrupt the prince now, because in the plan, he would not start until next year. But the existence of Li Ke caused the prince to come here unexpectedly, and he
His actions after discovering the Curse Sect also unexpectedly led the orcs who would not attack his castle to attack his castle...
"Destiny is really interesting... Maybe it's time for Kel'Thuzad to make his debut, and take a look at what that little warlock is capable of."
Malganis is now more interested in Li Ke. Originally, he had no interest in the warlock recruited by Metis, but Li Ke's trouble-making ability made him feel that Li Ke might have more.
the use of.
After all, fate and luck are something that no one can predict for sure.
Apart from……
their master.
He disappeared into the shadows, and at the same time, Kel'Thuzad, who was talking to Barov at Scholomance Academy, heard Mal'Ganis's voice.
"Go and drive those undead to attack the castle, Kel'Thuzad, but don't do it too quickly. Ah, by the way, give me the command of half of the undead..."
