This is a huge open-air bath. More than two hundred orcs soaked in the warm water, feeling limp and sleepy.
The orc officer who was responsible for welcoming them walked in, smiling sinisterly, as if he were looking at a group of pigs waiting to be slaughtered.
A large number of orcs walked out from behind, skillfully carrying the sleeping orcs and sending them into a basement.
Seeing all this through the telescope, Nazgrin felt a chill on his back:
"What will happen to them?"
Eitrigg narrowed his eyes and said: "Use your imagination and use the most vicious thoughts to guess, that is the answer."
Nazgrin thought hard: "Will they be sold as slaves? Or gladiators?"
Eitrigg shook his head: "Who in the Eastern Kingdom can feed more than 100,000 slaves?"
"Being sent into a dark mine? Working day and night?" Nazgorin used his imagination.
Eitrigg sighed regretfully: "You are still too kind. The true nature of the world is cruel. Let me remind you that thousands of wandering orcs join this camp every day, and only a few can survive by chance.
people."
"Were they sent back to Draenor?" Reason prompted Nazgrin to avoid that terrible answer.
Eitrigg continued to shake his head.
Not long after, Scarface and the shaman came out of the basement and changed into a set of clean clothes.
The two people's faces were extremely ugly, as if they had witnessed the most horrific tragedy, and they knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the officer continuously.
Eitrigg whispered: "Thall will leave some elites to supplement his team and train them into loyal accomplices."
Nazgrin's body couldn't help but tremble, and he squeezed out a voice from between his teeth:
"The rest was eaten, right?"
Eitrigg sighed and nodded sadly:
"I don't know where this Thrall came from. Hundreds of thousands of orcs just disappeared and were made into hard dried meat alive. What Terenas couldn't do was completed by an orc.
, this is really ironic.”
Nazgrin's eyes were about to burst, and blood and tears flowed from his eye sockets:
"What wrong did we orcs do? Why do we have to suffer such terrible suffering?"
Eitrigg murmured: "The orcs treated the Draenei and humans like this back then. Kill one person to death, kill a thousand people to become the lord, kill 10,000 people to become the chief, kill 100,000 people to become the war chief, kill a million people, that's it.
The great savior. Which of the legendary chiefs of the orcs doesn’t have blood on their hands?”
"If we don't stop it, the orcs may become extinct." Nazgrin bit his lip.
A look of pride flashed through Eitrigg's eyes, and he said with a serious face:
"Thall's subordinates number around 2,000. They are all battle-experienced, inhumane murderers, and their combat effectiveness is extremely terrifying."
"Why not make Thrall's crimes public?" Nazgrin asked through gritted teeth.
Eitrigg shook his head: "I tried, but no one believed it. Thrall's propaganda work was very good, and he became the savior first. My methods are not as good as his."
"We must do something." Nazgrin took a deep breath.
Eitrigg said sadly:
"If the Lich King Terenas was willing to take action, it would be easy for the undead orcs to defeat Thrall. However, a few days ago, all the tribes in the Eastern Kingdom formed a coalition and were eyeing Lordaeron. Terenas did not dare to act rashly. But it is not impossible. If so,
Defeating Thrall in the name of the wandering orcs will not arouse the suspicion of all races."
Nazgrin asked persistently: "How many orcs are there in the Orc House?"
Eitrigg replied: "There are 20,000 orcs in total. I can give you the command of the best 5,000 of them. Unfortunately, they usually eat bread, and Thrall's subordinates eat meat. No matter how many sheep there are,
, and cannot defeat a pack of frost wolves.”
Nazgrin sat on the ground, clutching his hair. How could he, a born general, not know this truth?
Five thousand orcs attacked Thrall's camp, probably sending more hard meat.
Nazgrin thought hard and muttered: "There must be a way, there must be a way."
Eitrigg squatted next to Nazgrin: "There is a way, I wonder if you are willing to do it."
"As long as I can defeat Thrall, I will agree to anything."
Eitrigg warned seriously: "If you want to defeat Thrall, you must become more ferocious than him. Thrall relies on a steady stream of wandering orcs to survive."
Nazgrin seemed to see hope, his eyes lit up and he said:
"As long as you stop the stray orcs and wait for Thrall to eat up all the hard meat, you can easily win."
Eitrigg reminded: "Although the wandering orcs are scattered, they all believe that Thrall is the savior and think that this is a beautiful Pantheon."
"So we need to take necessary measures. Those who refuse to listen to persuasion will be killed without mercy. Instead of becoming Thrall's hard dried meat, it is better to let my subordinates eat meat." Nazgorin said fiercely.
Eitrigg nodded with satisfaction: "For the continuation of the orc race, there are some things that need to be done by people."
Nazgrim's eyes were bright and as deep as a deep pool: "I will bear this terrible burden."
Under the command of Nazgrim, five thousand orcs blocked all intersections from Tirisfal Glades to Silverpine Forest.
The wandering orcs looking up to Thrall were all blocked from the Silverpine Forest.
Some of them returned honestly, while some of the unruly ones were captured and sent to orc homes, and the most stubborn ones were made into hard meat jerky.
Eitrigg played a good plot and described it as a conflict between wandering orcs and had nothing to do with the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
Thrall was surprised to find that no stray orcs had come here for several days.
More than 100,000 orcs were slaughtered, and the reserves of hard dried meat were quite abundant.
Thrall knew that eggs could not be put in one basket. The hard meat jerky was hidden in batches all over Lordaeron. There were not many hard meat jerky in the camp.
After sending out several scouts to investigate, Thrall found out that it was Nazgren who was responsible.
"Naz Green, you turned out to be a big trouble on the Road of Time."
Two thousand orcs came out in full force, Thrall prepared to defeat Nazgrim in one fell swoop.
The two sides met at the junction of Tirisfal Glades and Silverpine Forest.
Nazgren is a natural general. He has established his own team in a short time and the officers all believe in him.
In order to defeat Thrall, Nazgren set up an extremely complicated formation, trying to win by relying on the formation.
Thrall's tactics were much simpler. Two thousand orcs formed a charging formation and charged directly into Nazgren's main formation.
Thrall's soldiers showed strong combat effectiveness. With just one charge, Nazgren's main formation was crumbling.
Nazgren hurriedly directed the two wings to enter the battlefield from the side, causing some slight trouble for Thrall. Unfortunately, the situation was over, and the main formation collapsed in an instant.
After less than half an hour of fighting between the two sides, Nazgren's army collapsed and fled in all directions.
Thrall ignored the others and kept his eyes on Nazgrim's flag, chasing him all the way.
Nazgren led the remnant army to escape into a long and narrow valley. Thrall observed the terrain of the valley and hesitated in anticipation of an ambush.
A handsome young orc officer with red lips and white teeth advised:
"Warchief, there are only 5,000 orcs in Nazgrim, and they have just been sent out. Besides, with this ragtag group of people, even if there is an ambush, it will be useless."
Sal was inspired and felt his blood surge and he was a hundred times more confident:
"Yes, they are just a group of wandering orcs, so why not be afraid? Come with me."