Gambling represents uncertainty and is contrary to magic.
But Blackmoore's confident expression made him feel angry, and he said angrily:
"What are you betting on?"
"The lives of a thousand guards in the shelter." Blackmore said calmly: "I knew you would not leave anyone alive, so I ordered them all to return to the barracks. I don't know what happened today."
To reassure Antonidas, Blackmore added: "My life is not included."
"Okay, I'll bet with you." Antonidas agreed.
Blackmoore said: "I need you to use magic so that all the orcs can see us and hear our voices. Can you do it?"
Antonidas shook the Book of Medivh in his hand: "No problem at all."
"I am older, so I will let this young orc come first." Blackmoore said politely.
Thrall grinned. He had read some biographies of famous people in the library of Karazhan.
They are usually good at public speaking and motivating.
Sal had long wanted to experience this feeling for himself. He straightened his collar and showed a serious expression.
Durnholde presented a vision of heaven and earth, and the constantly rotating clouds attracted all the orcs in the shelter.
Suddenly, a clear scene appeared in the sky, and a young orc appeared.
"I am Thrall, the son of Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf clan. I studied under Drektal and am a shaman. When I was born, the forests of Lordaeron whispered my name. I grew up day by day.
, becoming the embodiment of justice. I always remember that my father leads the Frostwolf clan with wisdom and strength. I will use my powerful power carefully to inspire the fighting spirit in the hearts of my people. Now I declare, compatriots, you are free
, when we walk out of the asylum, we will all be crowned kings."
There was a lot of discussion in the shelter.
The young orc yearned for freedom and shouted Thrall's name excitedly.
Some veterans thought more, showed doubts, and talked a lot.
"Thall, I've never heard of it. Isn't Durotan the slain chief? Does he have a son?"
"The Frostwolf clan lives in Frostfire Ridge. It is not a powerful clan to begin with. Son of Durotan, I am not convinced."
"Is this going to be a war again? They will treat us as cannon fodder, right? Freedom? Humph, the orcs have never had it before."
Thrall didn't know what the orcs were talking about in the shelter, so he ended his speech proudly.
Blackmore clapped his hands and praised: "Nice speech, it's my turn."
When Blackmoore's image appeared in the sky, there was a lot of curses below. In the hearts of the orcs in the shelter, he was equated with the devil.
"I am Blackmoore, the devil in your hearts. I think each of you has cursed me countless times, hoping that I will enter the Shadow Kingdom soon. Thanks to your curses, I have been living well. You are going to be free, a young man
The orc, Thrall, will lead you out of the shelter. Haha, I am very happy to finally get rid of you big trouble."
The orc cursed at Blackmoore's image.
"Go to hell, you devil."
"When I get out, I will definitely kill your whole family."
"Blackmore, may your soul never rest in peace."
Blackmoore seemed to have expected it: "Screen them heartily. You just met the young orc. He will be your new leader. As for what he is like, is he a wise leader?
You will know after you see it for yourselves.”
A magic crystal appeared in Blackmoore's hand, and Antonidas was stunned. The images and sounds in the crystal had been transmitted to the sky above Durnholde.
In the video, Drek'Thar screamed loudly, his eyes were gouged out by Thrall, and he was subjected to various tortures and tortures.
The Frostwolf clan's village was massacred by Thrall, and many orcs were impaled on wooden poles, wailing in pain.
The few surviving orcs, both adults and children, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Thrall, bleeding profusely.
Veteran Bukelein was suffocated to death by Sal using a pillow, and he died with his eyes open.
"Oh my God, Thrall, he's a devil."
"We will all be killed by him. I don't want to die."
"Isn't there a cemetery in Durnholde? We would rather be slaves of mankind."
In the shelter, all the orcs screamed and trembled in fear.
In the castle, Thrall also saw the scene in the sky and glared at Blackmoore. At the same time, he was secretly surprised at how he used the magic crystal to record all of this.
Blackmore's image appears again:
"This is your wise leader, Thrall. Soon, a mage will help you open the portal. If you want to leave, I will never stop you."
Blackmoore smiled at the livid Antonidas: "It's time for the orcs to make a choice."
Antonidas gritted his teeth and used the Book of Medivh to cast spells, and portals appeared in every living area of the asylum.
As if seeing a plague, the orcs ran away one after another, fearing that they would not be able to escape.
Only a few lucky orcs chose to leave, less than a hundred.
"It seems I won." Blackmore said with a smile, having already guessed the result.
Antonidas snorted coldly and whispered to Thrall: "We opened the portal, but the orcs are unwilling to leave."
Sal's head was buzzing and his thoughts were confused.
Freeing the orcs in Durnholde Asylum is the first step in his rise. If he succeeds, his fame will soon spread throughout the Eastern Kingdom, bringing him glory and status.
How could Sal be willing to die before he even took the first step?
The feeling of sadness and pain surged into his heart. Thrall did not forget Orgrim's torture. Hellscream treated him like a dog.
"I'm not willing to give in!"
If you want to become a superior person, you must do inhuman things.
Throw away all conscience and emotions and become a ruthless and unjust person.
At this moment, Sal grew up, grinned and said:
"I haven't lost yet, Antonidas, release a wide range of magic into the asylum, preferably meteors, fire showers."
Antonidas was stunned. He didn't expect Sal to come up with such an idea:
"Thall, you must think clearly, they are all orcs, your compatriots."
Thrall smiled ferociously and said: "If you were me, facing a human being, what choice would you make?"
Antonidas was speechless. When faced with the orc invasion, he chose silence.
Thrall said fiercely: "If you don't want to be my slave, Thrall, these orcs are useless. They are not orcs at all. Just go and die."
Antonidas gritted his teeth and said to the disciples around him:
"Work with me to cast a spell, and with the help of the Book of Medivh, a large-scale blizzard will cover the entire shelter."
A cold wind blew in the sky.
Over the shelter, dark clouds gathered, and countless ice guns fell from the sky.
The sharp ice spear carries terrifying low temperatures and can easily pierce the body of an orc and freeze it into a statue.
The orcs were wailing and crying, and all their houses were destroyed by the snowstorm. They had countless places to hide and had nowhere to escape.
Seeing all kinds of miserable images of orcs from the high tower, Thrall laughed heartily.
"A bunch of useless trash, this is the fate of your betrayal. If you don't want to be a slave, then go to hell."
Only then did the orcs realize that the portal was the only way to escape.