"This is an underground passage exclusively for large creatures."
Terrassa's face was pale, and fear made her mind only obey. She trembled and said: "Durnholde's arena needs large creatures, such as mammoths, frost giants, etc., leading to the caves deep underground in the castle.
, where is there someone to manage it?”
Orgrim touched his chin and asked: "What does the door of the passage look like?"
"It's a heavy oak door, covered with thick iron sheets." Terrassa replied nervously: "It can only be opened from the inside. It's very safe there, so there is usually only one guard, and patrols don't come often."
Thrall stared at the door of the large creature passage, laughed and said: "We have found Durnholde's defensive weakness. As long as someone enters the underground passage and releases the large creature in the iron cage, Durnholde will inevitably fall into chaos. We
We can take the opportunity to rescue our compatriots."
Orgrim had a different opinion: "It's useless. The city walls here are high and thick, and we orcs have no ability to climb up. Besides, there is a sentry tower nearby, which can be seen from a distance. Unless the door is opened from the inside, who can sneak in?"
Durnholde, we need a brave man to step forward."
All eyes are on Thrall, who has the least qualifications and needs to prove to everyone that he is qualified to be a leader.
Thrall is not stupid. This is obviously a mission of narrow escape. No leader would be stupid enough to do such a thing.
If you really want such qualifications, you only need to write a special note in your biography, there is no need to experience it personally.
"Do you think I'm a fool?" Thrall muttered secretly, rolling his eyes and saying, "I heard that doves of peace often enter Durnholde to protest. You can ask them to open the oak door from the inside."
"A cunning guy." Orgrim commented secretly, staring into Thrall's eyes and asked: "Then who will convince the Dove of Peace?"
Thrall grabbed Terrassa and punched her in the stomach again and again.
Terrassa screamed loudly in pain, and Thrall was tired from the beating. He came to Terrassa with his big mouth that breathed out stinking smell, and said with a ferocious face:
"Lowly human woman, I think you should understand how incompetent you are as a human. We orcs are kind and kind, and we will fight to save Azeroth. I think you must be willing to see orcs covering the earth.
, a free life, right?”
Teresa was tangled and conflicted in her heart.
Her personal experience proves that orcs are savage and ferocious, a group of cruel beasts.
But the education she received at the Dove of Peace also told her that orcs are kind and kind, and are countless times more noble than humans. Only orcs are qualified to be the masters of Azeroth.
Some people are willing to consider the strong people who torture them, humiliate them, and bully them. For example, Terrassa is very good at this.
Terrassa whispered: "I am willing, for the sake of the great orcs and for Azeroth, to convince the companions of the Dove of Peace. I think they all have the same idea as me and are very willing to help."
Thrall grinned: "Very good, Azeroth is saved because of you."
"Humanity will perish because of you." Orgrim added secretly, but did not say it out loud, saying loudly:
"Human woman, the orcs suffering in the shelter must be grateful for your good deeds today."
Teresa suddenly felt elated, her face seemed to be filled with holy light, as if she were a Virgin.
Dunhold.
The sun was shining brightly, and Blackmore looked out from the tower. The view was excellent, and he could take in the entire Durnholde Castle.
"In the name of Holy Light, the door is too noisy!"
A young and beautiful female adjutant appeared at the door, holding a stack of documents in her arms and frowning slightly.
The noise came from the entrance of the castle. Blackmore looked down and saw that there were several times more doves of peace than usual today, so that extra manpower had to be added to maintain order.
There are many nobles among this group of doves of peace. Without Blackmore's orders, the guards did not dare to do anything to them, which made them even more arrogant.
Many doves of peace broke through the guards' defense line, yelling to save the orcs, and ran into the castle. The guards could only divide their forces to search for them.
Lieutenant Blackmore grinned lazily at his lieutenant.
"It's funny. The orcs killed their relatives and friends and slaughtered countless humans, but they have to speak for the orcs. King Terenas, this damn old guy, taught these stupid young people so well.
, it’s a pity that you are destined to pay the price.”
The female adjutant sighed: "Are we going to feed them to the orcs?"
Blackmoore's eyes were shining and the corners of his mouth were raised: "No, it's not bad to provoke a conflict between the Dove of Peace and the orcs."
Although he refused the unreasonable request to infiltrate Durnholde, Thrall knew that he had to prove his courage.
Dozens of strong orcs were selected from the Frostwolf clan, Orgrim "generously" sent five veterans to assist, and Thrall personally led the team to raid Durnholde.
Taking advantage of the darkness, the group quietly approached Durnholde and followed the corner of the wall to the door of the dedicated underground passage.
The tall oak door stood like a giant beast. In the chaos during the day, several members of the Dove of Peace escaped the search of the guards and hid in the corner, waiting for nightfall.
Sal looked at the sky. The appointed time had arrived. Not long after, the sound of a winch was heard inside, and a gap opened in the heavy oak door.
Fortunately, the patrolling guards didn't have the idea to come here.
Thrall waved his hand, and a warrior from the Frostwolf clan came forward to explore the way. After a while, he returned to the original route and nodded to Thrall.
"Tonight, I will definitely become Durnholde's great hero." Thrall was secretly proud and led the team into the underground passage through the gap.
Three young men from the Dove of Peace came forward happily, and it was they who turned the winch to open a gap.
Thrall gave a cold voice, and the orcs pounced on them, breaking the necks of the three Doves of Peace and tearing apart their flesh and blood.
"The waste that has lost its value just becomes our dinner." Sal grinned.
The underground passage was very spacious. The orcs moved forward in the darkness and soon arrived at the wide underground cave.
An orc lit a torch, and with the dim light of the fire, Thrall looked at the naturally formed cave. The solid stone walls divided the cave into several areas, where various large creatures were imprisoned.
"there."
Thrall noticed a huge rock giant. As long as he was released, he could destroy the partitioning stone wall and cause enough chaos.
Suddenly, countless torches lit up, and a large group of Durnholde guards surrounded them.
Blackmoore yawned and looked at the orc team: "Stupid orcs, do you think I will be defenseless? Which one of you is Thrall?"
Fell into a trap.
Sal's mind buzzed.
"Who betrayed me?" Thrall immediately thought of Orgrim.
"This damn old orc actually used human hands to eradicate potential political opponents, how despicable!" Thrall was itching with hatred, but fortunately he was well prepared.
A sturdy orc stood up and glared at Blackmoore.
It is difficult for humans to distinguish the appearance of an orc. Blackmore pointed at the orc and ordered:
"If you keep it, maybe you can become a qualified gladiator. Don't let me down. As for the others, haha, you are all good slaves. Send them all to the asylum."