The human warrior looked at the dozens of orcs strangely, and asked without warning: "Who are you?"
"Hehe." The quartermaster drooled, raised the heavy wooden stick, and hit the soldier on the head.
Many orcs gathered around, using crude weapons to greet the five-man adventure team.
The five-person adventure team is well-equipped and has strong combat effectiveness. It is not difficult to break through.
The priest shouted:
"Don't resist. There must be a misunderstanding here. Orcs are kind and kind."
The five people who did not dare to resist soon became corpses. Their armor was stripped off, and the orcs were gearing up to remove their skin and bones.
"Look, what's going on?"
The leading human warrior turned into an upright walking bull, the priest and hunter turned into strange creatures with fangs, and the last two adventurers were orcs and elves.
The orcs at this time had never seen tauren and trolls before, so they couldn't help but marvel.
"Ugly creature." The quartermaster kicked the minotaur: "I hope the taste won't let us down."
After that, dozens of orcs stayed in Gray Grass Cave to hunt, and adventurers came to their doorsteps every day, solving the food problem.
The fluctuations in time and space in Tarrenmir's Gray Grass Cave attracted Karazhan's attention.
Medivh picked up the crystal ball and took a look at it. He realized that the bronze dragon was providing food to Thrall, so he didn't bother to care.
Unexpectedly, this phenomenon aroused Madan's interest.
Med'an was born four years after the Dark Portal. According to his age, he is only a fourteen-year-old boy at the moment.
Among the many test subjects, Medivh ranked first and ranked third, which shows that Medivh is very satisfied with him.
In order to cultivate Med'an, Medivh used the power of the bronze dragon to send him to the troll war three thousand years ago, where he grew up under the education of the archmage Merry Winterwind.
Although Med'an looks like a teenager, he is already an adult in terms of age.
Unfortunately, he still has a young mind and is immature in dealing with things, which makes Medivh a little dissatisfied.
After that, Med'an's flaws gradually became apparent, and his ranking slipped a little bit, finally settling on Experimental Subject No. 709. Of course, this is a story for another day.
"Med'an, are you interested in Gray Grass Cave?" Medivh asked.
Med'an bowed and said, "Father, I want to know more about the orcs, their social structure, and their habits."
Medivh pondered for a moment. Karazhan has many notes on orc research, most of which were compiled by Medivh himself.
However, the knowledge in books must be integrated through practice. Medivh believes that this is an opportunity for growth.
"Before you come into contact with the orcs, I want to test you." Medivh said seriously: "How to get along with the orcs correctly?"
Med'an smiled cunningly:
"Father, the word "get along" is a trap deliberately set by you. If you get along with orcs, you will only end up being eaten by orcs. The correct way is to torture them, enslave them, and treat them like dogs. In my eyes, they are
A group of low-level savage creatures, worse than filthy kobolds."
Medivh smiled and said: "I feel relieved to have this kind of consciousness. Go ahead, no matter how you make trouble, don't kill that Thrall, he still has some uses."
There was a flash of light in the Gray Grass Cave, and Med'an stepped through the portal and walked out with his head lowered, carrying a staff.
The orcs greeted Med'an with weapons as usual, but Med'an's eyes widened, and the hands of multiple mages strangled the throats of dozens of orcs.
"Have mercy." The quartermaster groaned in pain.
Med'an sneered and broke his neck without hesitation.
After killing all the orcs, Med'an carried the quartermaster's body and teleported to the Frostwolf clan's camp.
Thrall's castle had begun to take shape, and when Med'an came to visit, he was immediately surprised.
Med'an looked at the orc in front of him expressionlessly.
Although Thrall grew up in Karazhan, it was a pity that he was a humble servant. The superior Med'an had no impression of him at all.
On the other hand, Thrall knew that Med'an was the object of his envy, even more than Ashkandi.
"Sir, why are you here?" Sal nodded and bowed with a smile on his face.
Med'an threw the quartermaster's body to the ground and said coldly: "Let your chef cook him."
This is Med'an's test for Thrall, to see if the orc in front of him has the courage to eat his own kind.
Thrall showed a flattering smile: "Sir, this corpse is no longer fresh, why don't you taste the live orc, I guarantee that after you have eaten your fill, the orc will still be alive."
Med'an showed a surprised expression, trying to show his cruel side, but was defeated by Thrall.
Some people are born cruel. Med'an felt frustrated and shrugged: "Okay."
After having a full meal, Thrall picked his teeth and said, "The orcs in Durnholde were enslaved by Blackmoore and had to work hard every day, which made the meat taste less delicious."
Med'an raised his eyes and asked, "What can you do?"
Thrall shook his head and said: "There are many shelters in Lordaeron. The orcs there are pampered and do not have to do anything. They have grown fat and have tender meat."
Med'an asked doubtfully: "You want to rescue the orcs in the shelter?"
Thrall nodded and smiled proudly: "Now that I am the adopted son of King Terenas and the future king of Lordaeron, shelters everywhere dare not disobey. In the name of regaining freedom, we rescued
Those orcs, turn them into delicious ingredients."
Med'an was very interested in Thrall's cruelty and considered it an example to learn from, so he nodded in agreement.
Thrall was filled with joy. To please Med'an was to please Medivh. Soon he would have a strong backer.
There are two thousand orcs imprisoned in Silverpine Forest Asylum.
Although they were imprisoned, the food and accommodation environment of the two thousand orcs were better than those of the guards.
The supervision of the Dove of Peace made the leader of the shelter, Captain Langton, dare not slack off at all.
The Silverpine Forest Asylum should have been supported by the Kingdom of Gilneas. With Gilneas withdrawing from the Alliance and Lordaeron's finances collapsing, Captain Langton had to solve the orcs' food problem on his own.
Fortunately, the lord of Fenris Island is willing to provide food for the orcs, on the condition that a few newly born orcs are sent for research on the island.
Captain Langton guessed that dangerous magic experiments were being carried out on the island, and in order to solve the food problem of the orcs, he had no choice but to agree.
It's a pity that there is no airtight wall in the world. After investigation, Dove of Peace obtained definite evidence.
Thule, the person in charge of the Dove of Peace in Silverpine Forest, brought evidence to confront Captain Langton.
Thule was born into a noble family and admired the orcs very much. As soon as he came up, he yelled angrily:
"It is unimaginable cruelty, Captain Langton, that you would do such a thing to a kind and kind orc."
Faced with ample evidence, Captain Langton could only smile bitterly: "Lord Thule, I remember that your father and brother were eaten by orcs."
"It is an honor for my father and brother to be eaten by orcs. I have sworn a long time ago that when my meat tastes the most delicious, I will take the initiative to become food for the orcs." Thule slapped the table: "Captain Langton, you have committed treason.
Sin, sin is unpardonable."
Captain Langton took the initiative to offer his hands: "I plead guilty and am willing to go to Lordaeron to await execution, but I want to remind you."
Looking directly at Thule's young face, Captain Langton smiled and said: "The orc Thrall from the Hillbrad Hills is coming. What are you going to do?"
Thule's eyelids jumped: "It is your duty to defend the shelter. You must be loyal to the country."
Changing the subject, Thule added: "The orcs are noble and great. You must not hurt the orcs."