"Sal, is the commotion down there still so fierce?"
"Yes, Orgrim, we don't have enough food, we are short of weapons, and our morale... I don't feel very good. It's kind of fanatical and not rational..."
"A vent, a revenge."
"Yes, I think you are right, that is an abnormal state."
"You should be happy. This shows that the alliance's two generations of slavery have not wiped out the blood of our orcs, but you must also be careful. This kind of irrational fanaticism is likely to destroy us. I have seen its power. And not just once.”
"Then why did you veto the proposal to attack Nanhai Town?"
"Do you think we are really free now?"
Thrall was hesitant and confused when facing Orgrim's question. He didn't know how to answer.
"There may be something wrong with the Alliance, but that monster hasn't fallen apart yet. What do you think makes us victorious? Is it our noble spirit or our strong body? It's neither, it's the indulgence of the King of Alterac. . Don’t tell other people after saying this, just remember it yourself. It is the internal friction of human beings that gives us this opportunity, Sal. Attacking Nanhai Town can indeed obtain a large amount of supplies, but at what cost? We will truly into dire straits.”
"You mean we are going to act as thugs for the human king and bring him benefits? We will use our orc lives!"
Sal's emotions were a little agitated, but he was far from the edge of explosion.
"This is politics, this is reality. Sal, humanity needs us to do something, so it gives us convenience. What about us? If we don't take advantage of this opportunity, how long do you think it will be before we save our fellow citizens next time? Compromise, you have to Learn to compromise, but never get used to it.”
Orgrim couldn't deceive himself. He felt relieved that he was in control after a long absence.
But his aging body also made him unable to do what he wanted.
Orgrim Doomhammer, the all-powerful orc warchief, is really old.
"The world is vast, and it seems that we have many choices, but Thrall, those are all illusions. We have only one way out, leave."
"leave?"
"Yes, leave."
Orgrim motioned for Thrall to stand behind him and unbuckle the black armor for him.
The war chief used to be able to wear his armor for a month, but now, in just half a day, the weight of the armor makes his shoulders sore and uncomfortable.
"Humanity's arrogance has given us an excellent opportunity. As a former enemy, humans are not the only ones studying us orcs. I am also thinking about the alliance and humans."
Orgrim motioned for Thrall to sit down as well, and sit closer.
"This is the Hillbread Hills."
Orgrim drew a map of the mountains and rivers on the ground.
"We're here now."
Next is Thoradin's Wall.
"The Kingdom of Auckland is here, and the gateway to the Arathi Highlands is here."
Then, Orgrim punched the ground hard.
"You should be familiar with this place."
"Yes, Durnholde."
Thrall nodded.
"Do you think we can take down Durnholde Castle?"
Orgrim asked in a low voice.
"Maybe not. There are too many old people and children. We seem to have a total of 10,000 people, but maybe less than half can actually fight."
After thinking briefly, Sal answered the question.
"Yes, this is the reason why we can't attack Nanhai Town."
"Hmm...I still don't quite understand."
Orgrim patted Thrall on the shoulder and said nothing, but continued to perfect his map on the ground.
Arathi, Dalaran, Silverpine Forest...
Sal didn't speak, just watched quietly.
Although the scale may not be correct, Orgrim relied on his own memory to draw the territories he had conquered on the ground.
"Except for me, no other orc truly knows this world."
Orgrim said proudly.
"Here in Hillsbrad, this is a dead end. Lordaeron and Alterac can deploy troops at any time to surround us north of Thoradin's Wall. This is why Carlos Barov dares to indulge us The reason. Don't think about it. There must be an army ambushing south of Thoradin's Wall. As long as we have the intention to escape, the human army will appear immediately. Our orc wolf cavalry has been lost, and the human army has already lost all its wolf cavalry. There are as many war horses as you want, and there is no chance of winning."
Thrall looked down at the world Orgrim showed him, clenched his fists and was speechless.
"But we're not without a chance."
Orgrim's words made Thrall raise his head suddenly.
"Here, here, there is a hidden path."
Orgrim pointed to the northeast of Durnholde Castle.
"In the mountains, there is a road that cannot be walked by large human armies, but that we orcs can walk. Back then, your father walked there, the Frostwolf clan walked there, and I walked too. From there, the tribe bypassed the Alliance at Thoradin's Wall. The defense split Hillsbrad and Arathor Highlands into two."
"you mean……"
"We must make humans pay the price for their arrogance. We must let humans know that orcs will never be slaves!"
Orgrim's words made Thrall's blood boil.
"So before that, we can't offend the king of Alterac and attack Nanhai Town. There won't be too much time. The human king won't give us too much time. We must rescue more compatriots, Arm more soldiers, and then attack Durnholde Castle, where there are at least 50,000 orcs. As long as Durnholde Castle is captured, we can penetrate from the mountains to the Arathi Highlands. Stromgarde has declined, and the Alliance has Humanity has fallen into internal strife. As long as we reach Arathi, food and minerals will be available. Only then can we truly breathe a sigh of relief. Thrall, you have to remember that the ultimate goal of us orcs is survival and freedom. Instead of seeking revenge, never give in to the extreme cries of others."
Thrall looked into Orgrim's eyes and nodded heavily.
"I'm going to appease those people, and I'm going to get them to listen to you."
When Thrall left, Orgrim let out a long sigh of relief.
When he was living in seclusion in the Frostwolf clan, he didn't realize it. After several consecutive battles, the wounds left by Anduin Lothar on his body began to hurt.
Orgrim stood up slowly, left the crypt that served as a command post, and looked at the bustling orcs in the camp with mixed emotions.
At the same time, in Lordaeron, Carlos had just finished an unknown round of talks.
Finally, with the combination of kindness and power, the great lords of Lordaeron who had surplus food began to relent.
Carlos solved this food procurement problem in the most orthodox way without using violence or coercion.
Although it is hard work, there are no hidden dangers. This is the real uprightness.
At the same time, news of the orc uprising in the Hillsbrad Foothills also began to spread.
But after so many years, whenever the orcs didn't cause trouble, the city of Lordaeron didn't seem to take the news seriously.
"It still needs some heat."
Carlos sighed and said to himself.
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