Instead of hurting the orcs, you have to drive them away.
Does it depend on persuasion?
Captain Langton knew that most of the doves of peace were impractical people who did not know the cruelty of war at all.
"Aren't you going to send me to Lordaeron for punishment?" Captain Langton asked with a wry smile.
Thule looked serious: "You must relieve the orc crisis, entertain Thrall well, and keep the asylum. After that, I will send you to Lordaeron. You are a traitor to Azeroth, and you are blameless."
amnesty."
Captain Langton whispered: "If you want to entertain Sal, you'd better put your Excellency on the table."
Thule looked as usual: "I will arrange it, it is my honor."
After the dove of peace left, Captain Langton fell into thinking.
Thrall's strength is not strong. With less than a thousand orcs, the Silverpine Forest Shelter can be completely defended.
However, Thrallborn was the adopted son of King Terenas and the future King of Lordaeron.
So there is no possibility of winning this war.
Everyone is dead.
Captain Langton simply fled with his troops and took refuge in the Kingdom of Gilneas.
Thule was not stupid either. After learning that Captain Langton had escaped, he first wrote a letter to King Terenas, calling Captain Langton a traitor.
As soon as the letter was sent, Thule immediately rushed to Fenris Island to take refuge.
While Thrall was still halfway there, the guards at the Silverpine Forest Shelter had disappeared.
Thrall was shocked when he got the news, and hurriedly ordered his people to set up camp and stop moving forward.
Med'an was very surprised: "The guards escaped without fighting. Isn't this our opportunity? Why not rescue the shelter?"
Thrall frowned and thought: "Sir, what will happen if I rescue these orcs?"
Med'an said without thinking: "They will be grateful for your kindness and obey your orders."
"No, no, that's absolutely not the case." Thrall touched his fangs and said, "My soldiers are young. There are really two thousand orcs here. If there is a leader among them, they will definitely kill me."
Med'an rolled his eyes. No one wants to submit to others. According to the customs of the orcs, big fists are the last word.
"Sal, what are you going to do?"
"I have read military books. Food and grass are the most important thing. I only plan to keep a hundred of these two thousand orcs to praise my merits. The rest will be made into hard meat jerky."
Sal's expression was very calm, as if he was talking about a small matter.
Madan was stunned, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, nodded and said: "This is a good idea."
Thrall asked flatteringly: "Sir, is there any way to capture these orcs without any help?"
Med'an hesitated for a moment: "This is not difficult to do. Experimental Subject No. 012 can release colorless and odorless gas, which spreads through the air and makes people weak."
Sal was overjoyed: "This is exactly what I need."
Med'an opened the portal and returned to Karazhan. When he returned not long after, he was followed by an octopus monster with eight legs and strange eyes.
In the Silverpine Forest Sanctuary, two thousand orcs were freed. These orcs were organized, and the recognized leader was an orc named Black Eyes, who claimed to be the son of Ner'zhul.
Mo Yan managed the two thousand orcs in an orderly manner and planned to use Silver Pine Forest as a base for expansion.
Upon learning of Sal's arrival, a close confidant said worriedly:
"I heard that Nassar rescued the Durnholde Asylum. Only about 400 orcs survived, and he killed the rest."
Mo Yan shook his head: "Hearsays may not be credible. I plan to meet Sal in person. As if he is really a great hero, I am willing to regard him as my master."
The confidant sighed: "Thall has become the adopted son of King Terenas. This person's behavior is unusual. If you don't plan early, you may be harmed by him. My suggestion is to avoid his sharp edges and attack the people of Tirisfal Glades overnight.
Retreat in this direction, the Silver Hand are just a bunch of trash, no one in Lordaeron can stop us."
Mo Yan laughed loudly: "I have two thousand soldiers, how can I be afraid of a mere Thrall? If he is a hero, that's all. If he is a weakling, I will kill him to avenge Durnholde's brothers."
A scout reported that Thrall had arrived with his troops, and there were only less than five hundred orcs.
Mo Yan led his troops to the top of the wall. The shelter wall was high and the city was thick, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.
Human beings left in a hurry, leaving behind many weapons and armors, and Mo Yan armed an elite force.
Sal rushed to the door of the shelter and saw that the door was closed. He was very unhappy and said with a straight face:
"I'm here to rescue you, why don't you open the door yet?"
Moyan wore a helmet and armor, holding a battle ax in his hand, looking at Thrall condescendingly.
"Are you Thrall? I am the leader here. Everyone calls me Brother Demon Eye. We orcs have always respected the strong. I wonder if you are qualified to lead my two thousand orcs."
"What do you want?" Thrall asked.
Mo Yan said loudly: "I heard that you are the champion of Durnholde Arena. If you can defeat me, I will immediately treat you as my master and I will never break your promise."
"Childish." Thrall sneered: "Listen up, you immediately open the city gate, put down your weapons and walk out naked. There is a river over there. Clean yourself up."
Mo Yan was a little confused: "What are you going to do?"
"It's very simple. I'm going to turn you all into hard jerky."
After hearing this, Mo Yan shouted angrily: "You are indeed a cruel and ruthless orc. I swear here that I will kill you to comfort the dead of Durnholde."
Thrall said proudly: "I am cruel and ruthless, and I like killing. It's a pity that you can't do anything to me. Fall down, you bunch of losers."
Experimental Subject No. 012 stepped forward, its eight arms dancing rhythmically, and an invisible poison filled the shelter.
All two thousand orcs fell down, without even the strength to groan.
Thrall led his troops into the shelter and gathered two thousand orcs on a field.
The soldiers built a simple high platform, with a wooden pole standing beside it, and Mo Yan's mutilated body hanging, apparently tortured to death.
Sal stood on the high platform and took a deep breath.
In front of him, it was the group of unwilling orcs, like a green ocean, with eyes full of fear.
"Today," Thrall shouted, with the help of Med'an's magic, his voice was like thunder:
"I, the great savior Thrall, led the orcs to a great victory. After an arduous battle, the orcs in Silverpine Forest were saved. It is an honor that you will be made into hard meat jerky. In Lordaeron,
There are many similar shelters, and none of them can escape, gain freedom, and become hardened meat at the same time.”
The orcs in front of him all showed signs of despair. Thrall grinned: "I'm not that cruel. Come on, kowtow vigorously and praise me. Whoever kowtows the loudest or praises the best will survive.
, there are only one hundred places, so you should cherish it."
Two thousand orcs took action immediately. Even though they had no strength, they still had to squeeze out the last bit of potential in their bodies, kowtow vigorously to beg for mercy, and praise Thrall loudly.
Thrall calmly enjoyed the praise of the people. After so many years of struggle, he finally found his own destiny.
"For the sake of freedom, most of you will become hard meat. This is a worthy sacrifice and a great contribution. Our cause is just, we are invincible, and we will succeed." Thrall raised his arms and shouted:
"I, Thrall, the great savior of Azeroth, the orcs are honored by me."
Not far away, Anachronos and the other five people stared at Thrall on the high platform.
"Thall has begun his journey to become king. We can leave with confidence and go to the outer lands ruled by Illidan."