Tonatiu followed Kezira, took several Zandalari troll guards, and braved the rain to go to a military camp near Tal'Gurub.
He was going to see the prisoners.
The orcs and Zandalari trolls have been at war for so long, and it is impossible for each other to have no prisoners.
The orcs drank the demonic blood, lost their nomadic traditions, and became cruel and bloodthirsty.
However, even their superiors, the Burning Legion, have a tradition of detaining prisoners. No matter how crazy the Felblood Orcs are, they are never as crazy as the Burning Legion.
On the troll side, the Gurubashi trolls have always had the tradition of cannibalism. Some other troll tribes have it, and some don't. After the establishment of the Troll Empire, the Zandalari trolls were the only trolls that clearly did not eat people.
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Of course, the orc prisoners captured in the war were not used as food.
At most, it can be used to feed dinosaurs...
However, the carnivorous dinosaurs collectively expressed that the meat of these little green-skinned animals was unpalatable, and their blood was even more unpalatable.
After all, he is an orc with evil energy, and he is the first generation of orc to drink blood, so the corrosion in his body is very abundant.
It is difficult for normal creatures to accept the taste of evil energy.
Having said that, looking at the orcs all over the mountains and plains, Tonatiu was thinking about one thing: With so many orcs drinking water at the same time, how much blood does the demon lord who donated blood have?
If a race drinks blood at the same time, it would require the hell lords to collectively bleed to feed it, maybe that would be enough, right?
In random thoughts.
Tonatiu arrived outside the prison camp where the orcs and today's motley crew were being held.
The guarding Zandalari trolls were very surprised when they saw Tonatiu, and then respectfully stepped aside: "Your Majesty, do you want to see these scum?"
"Yes. Maybe we can ask something from their mouths." Tonatiu said with a smile. "I think I have seen you. What is your name?"
"Dakdin, Your Majesty. My name is Dakdin, and I am a disciple of His Majesty Raizan. I am a Rastali executor." The guard straightened his chest and said.
"You have indeed seen me. If it hadn't been for your sudden appearance yesterday afternoon, I would have been in His Majesty Bwonsamdi's Hades."
"Oh? You are one of those warriors." Tonatiu remembered. "Keep these scum well, they have their uses."
"For Zandalari." Dakdin held his head high. "For Raizan."
He seemed to be a fanatical believer of the Devil Dragon God. Tonatiu smiled and patted him on the shoulder to encourage him.
He, who is more than 4 meters tall, pats Dakdin, who is at most three meters tall, on the shoulder. It is basically like a human adult on Earth patting an underage primary school student on the shoulder.
Tonatiu took the guards and Kezila into the prisoner camp.
In the Talgrub region, according to data provided by the priests of Lezan, the trolls have detained less than 3,000 prisoners so far.
Most of them are those who surrendered today's motley army of orcs, and most of them are not orcs.
There were less than 3,000 prisoners, ogres, tigers, and fallen arakkoa accounting for 80%, and the rest were orcs who had become mentally depressed after being defeated.
Without the blood troll captives, the hatred between the Zandalari trolls and the blood trolls would basically be like you and not me.
This prisoner camp held about 400 prisoners, and Talgrab prepared about ten such prisoner camps.
Among the 400 prisoners in the prison camp, there were only a few dozen orcs, and the others were all prisoners of today's miscellaneous troops - fallen arakkoa, tigers, and ogres who had basically no fighting spirit.
The conditions in the prison camp are certainly not as good as where the troll army is stationed.
It was raining heavily outside, water was leaking everywhere in the prison camp, and the sanitary conditions were very poor.
Even with the heavy rain and strong wind, the smell in the camp was still very unpleasant.
A high-level green-skinned priest who followed him and acted as a guide explained: "For the prisoners, we will not feed them enough. They have clean water to drink and they will not starve to death."
Tonatiu nodded.
This world is a world where barbaric genocidal wars occur frequently, and countries and cities are destroyed at every turn. Preferential treatment for prisoners? Doesn’t exist.
Being able to detain prisoners instead of killing them outright makes the Zandalar trolls more civilized.
Tonatiu didn't come here because he was mad at the Holy Mother. He just wanted to come here and study the characteristics of the real demon-blooded orcs.
Target them later.
So he walked straight to the place where the orcs were held in the prisoner camp. It was a huge cage building, which contained about 20 orc warriors with iron shackles on their hands and feet.
The smell is terrible.
Tonatiu walked to the prison.
His tall and muscular body, and the mighty guards following behind him, caused a commotion among the orcs in the prison.
Then he retreated inside, looking very scared - this surprised Tonatiu. Are these the orcs who are not afraid of death and can only "waghhhhh"?
"They are very strange." The high-ranking priest of Lezan noticed Tonatiu's expression, and he said softly: "When they fought with us, they were desperate and cruel. After being captured, they were very irritable at first, but as time went on,
As time goes by, especially if there is no food to eat, they will quickly become sluggish."
The words of the high-level priest reminded Tonatiu of the orc captives imprisoned in the human prison during "9sr" in the game plot.
They seem to be the same as these orcs. They only know how to eat and lazily bask in the sun every day.
There was no trace of will to resist.
If there hadn't been a Thrall, there was a high probability that these orcs would have died in the prison prepared for them by humans.
This is probably one of the shortcomings of the Felblood Orcs. The curse fades or the evil energy needs enough stimulation and food to drive them crazy.
He was guessing in his mind.
"Can you communicate with them?" Tonatiu asked the high-ranking priest.
The language problem is a big problem in the real world. Fortunately, there are many ways to solve this big problem on the mysterious side.
If everyone was like Tonatiu, then the whole world would be like chickens and ducks.
"Okay." The high-level priest took out a frog out of nowhere. It was small, green, and had bulging belly. It looked like a live frog.
"Put it into the stomachs of these orcs, and they will speak our words, and they cannot lie." The high-ranking priest said.
Tonatiu narrowed his eyes.
So powerful? This is a combination of advanced language translation spells and lie detection?!
"Is this Lazan's magic?" His Majesty the God King asked curiously.
"No..." the high-ranking priest denied. "This is a voodoo spell from Amani. Your Majesty, I was once an Amani."
Tonatiu looked at his tree-green skin and expressed that he believed his explanation - this kind of skin color is only found in Amani trolls.
However, an Amani troll can serve as a high-level priest of Lezan. This troll is quite skilled.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Catch one and feed it this frog." Tonatiu said without being animalistic at all.
The high-ranking priest nodded.
He waved the hand that was not holding the frog a few times toward the cage. In the cage, a relatively thin orc was pulled over by a spell in fear.
When it's about to scream.
The priest stuffed the frog into its mouth.
Tonatiu took two steps back, first because he was afraid that his aura would affect the effect of this voodoo spell.
Second, he thought it was disgusting to eat the frog alive like this.
Although there are some troll tribes who have no food to eat, they often catch frogs to eat...
But the God King said that those were barbaric trolls. He was a gentleman troll and would not eat anything other than cooked food or disgusting things!
This relatively thin orc swallowed the green frog involuntarily. It covered its throat with both hands in horror and screamed.
Tonatiu looked at the priest.
"You can ask it now. The voodoo spell has taken effect." The high-level priest asked respectfully.
