Blackmore's management of the asylum is extremely strict and is divided into several living areas, which are completely isolated from each other.
There are about 200 to 300 orcs in each living area, and a leader is designated to manage them, and a continuous sitting system is implemented.
If any orcs resist or escape, the leader will be killed and the remaining orcs will be severely punished.
Blackmore is not cruel enough to execute the old, weak, sick and disabled. Each living area has a fixed proportion of old people, children, and young adults.
Every day, the young and middle-aged people go out to work, while the elderly and children are responsible for the logistics, and the food in exchange is for everyone to eat.
Blackmoore strictly controlled the food supply of the orcs, and the orcs were in a state of semi-starvation all year round, unable to resist.
After being sent to the shelter, Thrall saw this as an opportunity to observe the current situation of the orcs in the shelter up close.
Thrall originally wanted to kill the leader of the living area and replace him.
But I found that the rules here are extremely strict. Once you are unable to escape the murder, you can only endure it temporarily.
As a strong young man, Sal has to go out to work every day, and his main job is to dig ore.
Compared to the inhumane labor of the Warsong clan, it is relatively easy to shelter the orcs.
Blackmoore calculated the physical limits of the orcs very accurately to ensure that they could maintain long-term exploitation and maximize the extraction of surplus value.
After working every day, Thrall had some time to spend time with his tribe. He accidentally showed off his shamanic healing skills and was immediately respected.
Blackmoore does not provide medical care to orcs.
That night, Sal healed the wounds of a veteran.
The veteran's name is Booklain, and he is from the Blackstone Clan.
In the early years, the Blackrock Clan, the most powerful among the orc clans, was the main force in the war on Azeroth.
Later, Chief Blackhand Blackhand was killed by Orgrimmar. Although the Blackstone clan was loyal to Orgrim, they were not trusted. They were sent to the most dangerous battlefields every time and suffered heavy losses in the war.
Bukelein lost his right leg in a battle, and the old injury recurred, making him bedridden all year round.
"I saw the shadow of Warchief Blackhand in your eyes." After receiving treatment from Thrall, Bukelein felt much better and his symptoms were relieved.
Thrall was startled, thinking he had discovered something, and hurriedly covered it up: "I'm just an ordinary orc."
Bukelein's eyes were very poisonous: "Young orc, there is a kind of power in your eyes. I have only seen it in big orcs."
Sal smiled bitterly and said: "Being in the asylum, I can only accept my fate and won't accomplish anything."
Blakemore shook his head and said: "Blackmoore does not understand the orcs. The orcs will never surrender. The anger in our hearts will one day erupt like a volcano, plunging the entire Eastern Kingdom into a sea of fire. Without killing us orcs,
This is the biggest mistake Terenas has ever made. One day, humanity will become extinct because of his decision."
"I believe in the potential of the orcs." Thrall agreed.
Blaine seemed to ask unintentionally: "Are you from outside, are you from the Warsong clan? I heard that they still have not surrendered and continue to fight in the wilderness."
Thrall shook his head: "No, I come from the Frostwolf clan."
"Frostwolf clan?" Buckley frowned, a look of disappointment flashed across his face.
Thrall noticed the clues. This veteran had a secret.
In order to obtain the veteran's secrets, Sal behaved very friendly and soon became the most trusted person of the veteran Bklein.
Privately, flame elements were mixed into Bukelein's treatment, causing his health to deteriorate.
Finally, Buklein couldn't hold it any longer, and when he was dying, he grabbed Sal's hand and said:
"I thought I could hold on for a few more years and survive until the day when the orcs walked out of the shelter, but it seemed like it was no longer possible. There was something hidden under the big tree at the door. It was something I brought in with my injured leg. If I have a chance to encounter it,
If you come to the Zhansong clan, give something like this to him."
"Why the Warsong clan?" Thrall asked in confusion.
Blakeon said feebly: "Actually, I am the liaison officer of Chief Blackhand, responsible for contacting the Burning Legion. Unfortunately, the evil energy in my body has long been exhausted. I heard that the Warsong Clan has never given up evil energy. Only they can do it.
Contact the Burning Legion and rescue us."
Sal smiled proudly: "Very good, you can go and die, you useless waste."
"you?"
Sal picked up a pillow and suffocated Bukelein, pretending to be dead of illness, and went out to dig something out from under the big tree.
A fist-sized green crystal, a Burning Legion communication device that requires fel energy to open.
After Thrall was sent to the asylum, Varimathras almost forgot about him.
Thrall has the potential to become a leader, but unfortunately he has not grown up yet and fell into Orgrim's trick.
Varimathras attributed this to bad luck. The growth path of a qualified leader is bumpy and needs good luck to accompany him.
Unexpectedly, Varimathras, who was temporarily living in Tarren Mill, unexpectedly received a message from Thrall.
"My good friend, it's great to see you alive." Varimathras said with a smile, waiting for Thrall to pray for help, and then coldly refused.
Sal's expression was very calm: "Entering the shelter is part of my plan, and I have gained a lot."
Varimathras looked surprised.
Thrall was able to bring in a legion communication crystal, so he was obviously prepared for it. Is what he said true?
"What did you see?" Varimathras asked curiously.
Thrall said with a serious face: "I saw insensitivity and muddling through. The orcs in the shelter longed for freedom, but they didn't want to go out. Moreover, we overestimated Orgrim's status in the hearts of the orcs. He is a loser.
Most orcs don't trust him, and if they hear that Orgrim is coming to rescue him, they would rather stay in the shelter."
Taking advantage of being in a shelter, Sal spared no effort to suppress his political opponents.
Varimathras didn't think much and nodded: "If Orgrim can't do it, we can consider Grom Hellscream."
Thrall shook his head: "Hellscream is brave enough but not resourceful. He has already left a reputation for cruelty among the orcs, and they are scared to death of him."
"Do you have any good ideas?" Varimathras asked helplessly.
"I have a detailed plan, but the premise is that the rescue of the orcs in the shelter requires the help of external forces." Thrall's expression was solemn.
Varimathras' eyes lit up, and he refused with a smile: "You want the Burning Legion to help? I'm sorry, the Burning Legion will not interfere. This is our rule."
"No!" Thrall said calmly: "I don't need the legion to come forward."
Varimathras blinked: "Do you need King Terenas? I am willing to convey your wishes, but you should have heard that Uther defeated Durnholde."
"Terenas is a useless waste." Thrall said unexpectedly: "I need Dalaran to take action, and it is best for the great magister Antonidas to come in person."
Varimathras showed an unexpected expression, but it was reasonable to think about it. During the orc invasion of Azeroth, Dalaran basically remained neutral.
This magical kingdom established by humans and elves, one of the seven human kingdoms, is obviously on the side of the orcs.
"This is very interesting." Varimathras smiled: "I am looking forward to Antonidas's decision."