The midday sun was scorching, and the dry ground was steaming, as sultry as a steam oven.
Lucas gritted his teeth, picked up the cargo that was taller than his body, and walked to the cargo ship with all his strength.
This is important military supplies, prepared to be used to launch a war against Kalimdor.
Since becoming slaves, the young people who followed Lucas were generally dissatisfied, thinking that Lucas had harmed them.
Lucas earnestly persuaded that serving the orcs is equivalent to fighting for Azeroth. This is a great honor and one should feel grateful.
Unfortunately, no one was willing to listen, so Lucas was bullied.
The work that originally required ten people was now burdened on him alone. Since he was happy to serve the orcs, Lucas should bear more work.
It's a pity that the work of slaves is already heavy. The work of ten people is equivalent to the workload of the dock structure in one day, and Lucas can't finish it even if he tries his best.
After taking a few steps forward, Lucas suddenly stumbled and his vision went dark. He fell to the ground and his goods were scattered all over the floor.
The overseer came over with a ferocious look, raised his whip and beat Lucas hard.
Not long after, Lucas was drawn into a bloody gourd, dripping with blood, and could no longer stand up.
"Trash has no right to live in this world. Send it to the kitchen and prepare to eat it." said a light-forged orc.
Several light-forged orcs lifted Lucas and walked to the kitchen not far away.
Feeling groggy, Lucas was in a very bad mood.
"What is wrong with this world? Serving the orcs is a great feat, they are so kind and kind."
"Mercy and kindness?"
Yes, he had believed that orcs were kind and kind since he was a child, but after seeing the orcs with his own eyes, no orcs treated him as a human being, only contempt and torture.
"Could it be that the concept I adhere to is wrong?"
Lucas' thoughts were shaken.
The sound of sharpening a knife could be heard in my ears, and the water in a large pot nearby was boiling hot.
Many of the slaves who couldn't hold on were eaten by the orcs. After all, Fording the Eternal Flesh would get tired of it if he ate too much.
A voice sounded in Lucas' ears: "Being eaten by orcs is a great honor. Are you willing to accept this honor?"
Lucas's eyes were blurred with blood, and he couldn't see clearly who was speaking in his ear. He muttered: "I don't want to die."
The voice continued: "Orcs fight for Azeroth. Being eaten by orcs is a sacrifice. Why do you resist?"
"Lies, they are all lies." Lucas said vaguely.
"It seems that he has realized it." A voice said.
"This Lucas still has some uses, we can't let him die like this." Another voice replied.
Lucas, who barely managed to pull himself together, recognized these two voices. The only two Pandaren among the slaves were given a job as chefs because of their superb cooking skills.
"Save me." Lucas struggled and said, he didn't want to die.
The Pandaren hid Lucas under the chopping board and took out another slave corpse that had been prepared for processing.
Lucas looked like he was covered in blood, but they were all superficial injuries. The two pandas applied ointment to him. After three days, the scabs formed on him and he was able to sit up and drink soup.
Taking advantage of his free time, Chen Stormstout whispered to Lucas:
"Lucas, to tell you the truth, we are planning to escape."
"What, escape?" Lucas had never thought of this word since he became a slave.
Zhu Talan looked solemn and said: "We have only been at the dock for less than half a month. There are more than 200 people and now less than 50 people have survived. If this continues, we will all die."
Lucas asked doubtfully: "They say orcs are fair and just, why are the light-forged orcs we face so cruel?"
Zhu Taran smiled and said: "Orcs have always been like this, you were just deceived."
"I was deceived, who deceived me?" Lucas didn't understand.
"It is the Dove of Peace." Zhu Taran explained: "Led by Jaina, it is dedicated to feeding humans to the orcs, deliberately promoting the greatness of the orcs."
"But isn't Gianna a great hero? My dream girl, how could she lie to me?" Lucas said with some embarrassment.
Chen Stormstout snorted coldly: "Jaina is not a hero, she is just a traitor who betrayed her father and her compatriots."
Lucas shook his head in confusion. He really couldn't understand. Every time people mentioned Gianna, they always praised her.
Benevolence, justice, beauty, kindness...
Lucas wanted to ask something else, but Zhu Talan patted him on the shoulder and said:
"Okay, it's time for you to rest. I will take you to escape when the time comes. Don't forget our mission to save the great Fording."
"Yes, for the great Fording." Lucas finally had some light in his heart. After all, Fording is a recognized hero.
A few days later, Lucas' injury was almost fully recovered.
Chen Stormstout whispered: "Our plan is to set a fire on the east side of the dock to attract the attention of the orcs, and at the same time steal a small boat on the west side and hide it under a cliff not far away."
"What, set fire?" Lucas showed a horrified expression.
Zhu Taran smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will do the setting fire, but the boat needs two people to row fast. After that, I will use water floating to catch up with you. As long as we reach the ghost land, we will be safe."
At midnight, the slaves finished the day's hard work. They were all exhausted and had to get up early tomorrow, so they fell asleep early and slept like dead pigs.
Zhu Taran went alone to set fire to the east warehouse, and Chen Stormstout took Lucas to the west of the pier, where ships of all sizes were docked.
Lucas followed carefully, and saw Chen Stormstout walking vigorously, walking around behind a sentry, and quietly breaking his neck.
Another sentry noticed something strange and wanted to make a sound, but was unable to move because his acupuncture points had been tapped.
After breaking the sentry's neck, Chen Stormstout whispered: "Come here quickly, what are you waiting for."
Lucas was so frightened that he didn't expect this panda to be so ferocious.
Chen Stormstout picked up the two corpses and hid them in a corner, followed the same pattern and killed several sentries, and the two took advantage of the night to unload a small boat.
The time was just right, the warehouse to the east was on fire, the Lightforged Orcs were shouting to put out the fire, the slaves who had worked hard all day were woken up, and there was a chaos on the dock.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Chen Stormstout and Lucas rowed away. There was originally a patrol ship near the dock, and the crew also joined in putting out the fire.
The cliff not far away overlooked the sea like a giant, casting a dark shadow. The two rowed the boat behind a reef.
After waiting for less than half an hour, Zhu Taran was seen rushing over with his feet on the sea water, quickly jumped onto the boat, and hissed:
"Everyone, keep your voices down. The orcs have discovered that there is a missing ship. They know that someone has escaped and are searching everywhere on the sea."
Chen Stormstout asked strangely: "When did the orcs' military discipline become so strict?"
Zhu Taran said with a gloomy face: "They are light-forged orcs, and I heard that their leader is a Draenei."
While he was talking, a small warship came slowly. There were about a dozen light-cast orcs on board. The bright holy light flashed, illuminating everything around him.
Chen Stormstout took a deep breath, and a shadow covered the boat.