After talking with the old man for a while, Arthas and Jaina temporarily left the monastery. Jaina was very sympathetic to the old man's experience.
"I didn't expect that ordinary residents' lives would be so difficult. The old man said that those few silver coins were already their family's savings. They couldn't survive without hunting."
"The Kingdom of Stormwind has just been rebuilt. Varian has spent a lot of money and manpower to repair Stormwind City and Elwynn Forest. It is normal for the entire country's economic downturn." Arthas only felt sorry for this.
The old man was lucky enough to meet him. Otherwise, if his son MacBride, who was still in his prime, died under the claws of the wolves, the already poor family would be even worse.
Jaina just sighed. Compared to Lordaeron, which only suffered a temporary impact, and Kul Tiras, which was not affected because it was far away from the mainland, the Kingdom of Stormwind suffered a much heavier blow during the Orc War.
They were the first line of defense for human civilization when the orcs poured out from the Dark Portal, and they were also the ones that were most unprepared. Even so, the heroic humans temporarily repelled the orc offensive in the early stages of the orc war.
After such an episode, Jaina's view on the orc problem became more profound, "My previous thoughts were really too naive - there is no space in the Eastern Kingdom to accommodate behemoths like the orcs, unless they are willing." Far away from the fertile land, fleeing into the mountains and forests.”
"Of course that's impossible. Not everyone is a saint. Now they are locked up in a shelter with basic food and shelter. But once they are released, any intelligent creature will expect a better life. condition."
Jaina looked at Arthas deeply, "And this means a new dispute."
"Yes, they destroyed their hometown. Do we want them to harm our homeland?" Alsace changed the topic, "But they are not hopeless."
"You mean, the continent across the Endless Sea that you often mentioned?" Jaina was also very curious about Kalimdor in Arthas's mouth. Kul Tiras' fleet spanned the sea, and its shipbuilding industry was extremely developed, but Very little news from that land reached the country.
Many people think that Kalimdor is just a legend.
"Yes, I have already sent people to find a suitable place to stay. Maybe after a few more years, we can truly develop an outpost city in Kalimdor."
"But will His Majesty Tenaris and my father really allow you to move the orcs to that land?"
"The asylum has actually brought a huge burden to Lordaeron. It makes no sense to keep the orcs in captivity. My father thinks this humanitarian measure is a complete stupidity."
Jaina was confused. How could she remember that Arthas' father, King Tenaris, was leading this initiative?
Arthas smiled bitterly. Although his father initially supported this proposal, due to the pressure of other human kingdoms, Tenaris finally found that the political methods he used to instigate people were reversed.
The old king is not a fool. Building shelters in Lordaeron that cost people and money, and spending a lot of money every year to support these orcs who have no economic output? The labor force and value of these weak orcs are not as good as those of ordinary farmers!
In the end, this incident became an excuse for other human kingdoms to counter Lordaeron's tax collection through asylums, thereby weakening Lordaeron. For the sake of Lordaeron's status and reputation in the alliance, the old king found himself After his little abacus was betrayed, he could only be dumb and swallow Coptis chinensis, unable to express his pain.
He now wished that Arthas would quickly find a place to drive the orcs away. Tenaris had long hated these greenskins to the core: he couldn't kill them, and he didn't know where to drive them away. They just sucked them in his kingdom. of blood.
The old king had spoken to Arthas very early. As long as it did not threaten the safety of Lordaeron, Arthas could throw the orcs wherever he wanted.
It can only be said that in the league's skills and games, no one is cleaner than anyone else.
In fact, the number of orcs now is much smaller than when they first invaded. One is because before the Dark Portal was closed, a large number of defeated orcs withdrew into the Dark Portal, and the other is because of the number of orcs in the shelter now. , The mental state and physical condition are not good, and there are often cases of weakness and death.
"How do you get the orcs to cross the ocean and reach another continent?"
Jaina thought for a while and felt that no matter what she did, Lordaeron would still have to pay a huge amount of money for the aftermath if it wanted to completely get rid of the orcs' troubles.
"Do you still remember the former Horde Warchief, Orgrimmar Doomhammer, who escaped from the asylum a few years ago?"
Arthas showed a mysterious smile, which made Jaina even more confused. "I remember, haven't you caught this dangerous orc yet?"
"I sent someone to let him go on purpose."
"?!"
Not every orc has been completely weakened by failure and curse, there are still some orcs who still hold on to the desire to revive the entire tribe.
Orgrim is an excellent leader. He knows that the current orcs are no match for the human kingdom, so his first goal must be to find a way to continue his own tribe.
Once he is given a new hope and goal, will Orgrim lead the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled to fight against humanity, or will he lead his compatriots across the ocean?
At that time, Arthas only needs to play the role of chasing ducks, opening an opening for Orgrim, and he will lead the orcs to escape from the Eastern Kingdom. The only ones who would bother are the orcs, Arthas doesn't even have to worry about how they build a ship to get to Kalimdor!
…
Far away in the snow-capped Alterac Mountains.
"Orgrim, this is your share."
The old shaman Drektar opened the tent and walked in carrying a huge wooden tray containing a thick roasted deer leg.
"Thank you, Drek'Thar," Orgrim grabbed the deer leg, opened his mouth and tore off a large piece of meat from it with his sharp fangs.
Drek'Thar found a seat and sat down, his tone full of worry, "Orgrim, our hunters encountered ogres while hunting today - they were also hunting, and we lost two young people. people."
Orgrim's chewing movement paused. He quickly swallowed the food and said, "They occupied the ruins of Alterac City. How could they come to the snowy mountains to snatch prey from us?"
"The elemental spirits told me that the number of prey in this mountain range has decreased, and we need to move to a new place." The old shaman touched the black cloth wrapped around his eyes. Both of his eyes were blind. But the spirit of nature allows him to see more.
Orgrim's rugged brows furrowed as he put down the half-eaten deer leg. "Winter is coming soon, and the weather in the mountains will be even worse. Is it really good to migrate at this time?"
The old shaman's voice seemed to be mixed with the wind and snow, "I know, but before winter, the ogres will definitely go out in large numbers to store food for the winter. Our current home is not safe enough."
"Home—?" Orgrim breathed out a rough breath, and his voice became urgent, "This is not our home, Drexar. Our home was destroyed! By that traitor Gul'dan!"
The old shaman couldn't see Orgrim's expression, but he could feel the anger in his chest, but Drek'Thar had long been used to it, "But now this is our home, at least the Frostwolf clan's." Home - Draenor is gone, and Orgrim, you are no longer Warchief."
Orgrim's raised voice suddenly stopped. He sat stiffly on the animal skin carpet and looked at the half deer leg. After a long while, he slowly said, "I'm sorry for the tribe... I'm sorry for Durotan... …I’m sorry to every orc.”
"It's not your fault, Orgrim. At least we are still alive and can still eat." The old shaman shook his head. He did not mean to scold Orgrim, "But we do still have a chance, Orgrim." Grim.”
Orgrim shook his head. He was carrying the failure of the tribe. This heavy burden had made him breathless in the past few years. He even had nightmares every night, dreaming that he was killed by orcs covered in blood. Seize the question: “Is this the victory you promised?!”
He didn't even know how he managed to summon up the energy and strength to escape from human escort.
"Do you remember Go'el?"
The old shaman's question made Orgrim's expression even sadder: this was the son of his late friend Durotan.
Durotan, the former chief of the Frostwolf clan, publicly opposed the tribe's use of evil energy. Gul'dan, the warlock leader of the Shadow Council, sent assassins to eliminate this opposition to him.
After Durotan was assassinated by Gul'dan's Shadow Council, his newborn son also disappeared. Now more than ten years have passed, and everyone believes that the son of the chief of the Frostwolf clan has returned to his ancestors with his father and mother. .
"I heard the call of the elemental spirit. Go'el is still alive. He has grown up under the care of a human at the foot of the mountain in Alterac."
"What?!" Orgrim grabbed the old shaman's shoulders, and there was sparkle in his failing eyes again, "Do you know what you are talking about! Go'ir is still alive?!"
"The elements will not deceive me, as they did when they warned the orcs on Draenor."
Orgrim sighed, if someone had listened to the warnings of the ancestors and elements, the orcs would not have ended up like they did today. But these are things in the past, and he now has new hope, which is to find his friend's son.
The old shaman was silent. What he told was the truth, but he also knew better than anyone else that it was not an easy task to find Durotan's son. But with a new goal, he could sober up and stay depressed all day long. The wandering Orgrim regained his strength.
The Frostwolf clan seems to have settled in the Alterac Valley, but Drek'Thar, who currently leads the clan, is very clear that Alterac's harsh climate and location too close to human territory make the fragile Frostwolves The clan is in danger and they must find a new habitat.
Drek'Thar said to Orgrim again before leaving, "Gu'ir has the blood of the Frostwolf flowing in his body. I believe you can find him and he can bring changes to us."
This was the first time Orgrim believed in a shaman's prophecy. Because this is not just a prophecy, it is his hope.
