It turned out to be the famous Eitrigg, and the young orc was overjoyed:
"Lord Eitrigg, how nice to see you here. My name is Nazgrin."
In the Kingdom of Lordaeron, Eitrigg served two generations of kings, Saurfang and the Lich King Terenas. Under one man, he was above ten thousand people, and he was extremely powerful.
Eitrigg smiled lightly, and when he saw Nazgrim's strong, well-proportioned figure, and full strength, he immediately fell in love with him.
The two chatted for a while, and Eitrigg was surprised to find that Nazgrim had unique insights into leading troops in battle, and turned out to be a rare general.
You must know that the orcs rarely have military books and tactics circulated, and an excellent general relies more on talent.
"Nazgrim, have you ever heard of the Orc House?" Eitrigg asked calmly.
Nazgren's face looked a little ugly and he whispered:
"I've heard a little bit about it."
While Eitrigg served High King Saurfang, all the orc shelters in Tirisfal Glades were liberated.
But Lordaeron couldn't support that many orcs, so King Saurfang only left the elite, and the rest of the ordinary orcs were left to Eitrigg.
Although Eitrigg is not as cruel as Thrall and directly turns the orcs into hard dried meat, he is by no means a kind person.
Initially, Eitrigg's idea was to sell the orcs into slavery.
However, the Eastern Kingdom had just experienced the Orc Rebellion, and all kinds of businesses were waiting for prosperity. The major kingdoms were extremely poor and stretched, and there was no money left to buy Orc slaves.
If the orc slaves cannot be sold, Eitrigg will not be as kind as King Terenas and let the orcs eat for free.
Eitrigg established the Orc Home, imprisoned these orcs, and forced them to do hard labor.
But even so, the orcs still didn't have enough to eat.
This is because the orcs' bodies are too strong and have high requirements for food. The value created by manual labor is not enough for them to eat enough.
Eitrigg analyzed that orcs can only support themselves by performing high value-added jobs, such as gladiators, mercenaries, pirates, etc.
Because of this, all the orc chiefs were militants. If they did not rely on war and plunder, the orc tribe would only be destroyed.
But now no one in the Eastern Kingdom is willing to hire orcs to fight. Orcs are not good at water warfare and cannot be pirates.
In short, Eitrigg's orcs are losers.
In order to reduce losses, Yi Cui tried his best to squeeze the orcs, and there was endless hard work every day.
When the wandering orcs heard about the orc home, they all trembled with fear, as if they heard the camp of the Burning Legion.
When Eitrigg saw Nazgrin's face, he understood a little and whispered:
"Nazgorin, the Orc Home is a bit more difficult, but I also have difficulties. If the Orc Home were not willing to take in the stray orcs, they would all be executed by King Terenas."
Nazgrin's eyes were firm, and he clenched his fists and said, "If we orcs had our own land, wouldn't we not have to suffer?"
Eitrigg smiled and shook his head: "Nazgrin, you have to understand that no matter how the times change, ordinary orcs are destined to suffer. If you want to live with dignity, freedom, and stay away from hard work, you must continue to work hard.
Climb up and become a person above others. There has never been a savior in this world, because the savior will only save the rich and will never care about the life and death of the poor."
Nazgrin had been living in an orc shelter during his boyhood, surrounded by smelly and barbaric orcs, and no one had ever reasoned with him.
Eitrigg's teachings made him seem to see a new world.
The two of them talked more and more harmoniously, and when they arrived at the orc home on the outskirts of Lordaeron, Nazgrin's expression couldn't help but change.
The Orc Home was originally the largest orc shelter in Tirisfal Glades.
Today, more than 20,000 orcs are imprisoned here, working hard under the supervision of undead orcs.
The camp was stinky, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of feces, like a big cesspool.
The residence of the orcs is extremely simple. There are more than thirty orcs living in a small hut that can barely keep out the wind and rain.
In this harsh environment, diseases are inevitable, and sick orcs are driven into the mire and left to fend for themselves.
Overseers, whips, blood and sweat, orcs' screams, and bloody backs.
Nazgrin only felt dizzy. He had heard that the environment in the orc home was terrible, and his expression changed when he talked about it, but he didn't expect it to be so terrible.
The orc shelters built by humans are simply a pantheon of beauty compared to them.
Eitrigg patted Nazgrim on the shoulder and asked: "Nazgrim, how many memories do you have of Draenor?"
Nazgrin shook his head. When he crossed the Dark Portal, he still didn't remember anything.
Eitrigg pointed at the dirty orc home and said loudly: "When I was young, I went to the mines of the Blackstone clan and lived in the famous Grommash Fortress for a while. The environments in the two places were almost exactly the same as here.
, some places are worse.”
Nazgrin took a step back in shock, somewhat in disbelief.
Eitrigg shrugged his shoulders: "Dirtiness is the tradition of orc gathering places. You will feel uncomfortable after accepting the neatness and cleanliness of humans."
Nazgrin frowned and said, "Can't we make some changes?"
"Change?" Eitrigg sneered: "I once tried hard to let my compatriots learn to use the toilet, and violators were whipped. As a result, the orcs in the camp lined up to receive the whip. Nazgrin, some habits can never be changed. I hope
When you, the younger generation, grow up, you can have a new outlook."
Nazgrin thought of his companions among the wandering orcs who were similar in age to him. They were more savage and slovenly than their elders, and they were proud of them. He felt a little downcast.
Eitrigg put his hands behind his back and was a little dissatisfied with Nazgrin's attitude. He turned his eyes and said:
"Nazgorin, the work in the orc home is just a bit heavy, and the environment is a bit bad, but that's nothing. Come with me, and I'll show you what true cruelty is."
Eitrigg led a group of wolf cavalry to Silverpine Forest, the camp of the great savior Thrall.
Nazgrin came into contact with Wolf Riding for the first time, and his excellent talent allowed him to quickly master the essentials.
The Wolf Cavalry climbed up a hillside, and below was Thrall's camp.
Eitrigg handed the single-channel telescope to Nazgrin, and he could clearly see Thrall's camp.
A large number of wandering orcs gathered near the camp, queuing up to join the savior's command.
Most of the camp was covered by gray mist, which Eitrigg explained was the magic of the shaman.
A small half of the camp is exposed outside, and you can see rows of clean and tidy orc wooden houses.
There were orcs walking around, all dressed neatly, with smiles on their faces, their faces glowing red, and they were happy from the bottom of their hearts.
"What do they eat?"
Nazgrin thought of the old problem again.
Looking at the size of the camp, it can only accommodate three thousand orcs at most.
Thrall rescued more than 100,000 orcs from the shelter. Where is he now?
Smart people like to think, and Nazgrin thought of many things in an instant.
Nazgrin saw an acquaintance through the telescope.
There were more than two hundred people at the gathering place where Nazgrin was originally. Under the leadership of Scarface and the shaman, they entered Thrall's camp with great interest.
An officer came out to greet me, cordial and friendly, with a smile on his face.
More than two hundred orcs received a warm welcome. According to the procedure, they first had to bathe and change clothes, and then were received by the great savior Thrall in person.
In the steaming pool, the wandering orcs washed away the filth on their bodies and fell asleep.