Orgrim, the Chosen Son of the Blackstone Clan, the Beloved of the Elements, the holder of the Doomhammer, the last warchief of the tribe, nicknamed the Deceiver.
Not only is he highly skilled in martial arts, he is also a rare wise man among the orcs.
However, kingship has no eternity, and heroes are afraid of aging.
Now, he is old.
Looking at the security arrangements near the mine, back then, Orgrim even had the pride of "I can surround them all by myself".
But now, with the "five hundred best G's" in the village, Orgrim had to outwit them.
The solution he came up with was to blend in.
The best and easiest way for humans to control orcs is food.
If you don't have enough to eat, you won't be able to try it no matter how hard you try.
The orc slaves in the mines worked hard every day, but could only eat half full. After coming out of the mines and returning to the shabby cells, their only thoughts were on sleep, and there was no thought of resistance.
The reality is this. Carlos Barov is already thinking very hard about the problem of food, and Orgrim is not exempt from this.
Because he found that if the mines were attacked by force, as long as the guards burned down the warehouse, the more than 3,000 orc slaves would not even survive two days, let alone saving people.
This is not liberation, it is murder.
If you want to rescue these fellow orcs, you either have to raise enough food from other places, or you have to take down the warehouse behind the fence.
So Orgrim pretended to be an escaped orc, and was discovered by the guards on purpose, and was captured again.
Orcs are not noble, and humans are not kind.
Of the two orcs who acted with Orgrim, one was directly hung up on the scaffolding to dry, and the other was breathless because he could not withstand the poison.
The three people who endured the humiliation and endured the heavy burden of choosing from thousands of choices, before they started to take action, only Orgrim was left.
So, extreme counter-kill is the tradition of the orc sword master?
Orgrim, who was beaten severely and imprisoned again, waited until midnight, rubbed his stiff muscles for a while, spit out a piece of wire from his mouth, and expertly poked the keyhole.
Orgrim lamented his good luck. If this mine used iron pliers to forcefully bend iron bars to lock the cages, he would be in trouble.
Without black armor, without Doomhammer, Orgrim is still fearless.
In order to disguise himself as a runaway slave, he had eaten his last meal two days ago, and he was as hungry as maggots on his bones.
He was beaten severely, his body was covered with injuries, and he was exposed to the scorching sun for a day. His body was severely dehydrated.
These difficulties that were enough to defeat the strong man could not shake Orgrim's will.
God knows why he is so proficient in stealth as an orc warchief.
Taking advantage of the night and the shadows in the corner, Orgrim quickly found the warehouse.
Smothered the dozing guard, rummaged through the trunk, ate two loaves of rock-hard bread, and drank a pot of stale rye.
Orgrim held the long knife that was not so handy and moved towards the prison where the orc captives were held.
He needs some help.
The remaining 498 orcs were lying in ambush in the darkness about a kilometer away from the main entrance of the mining camp. There was no cover in the open terrain. Orgrim had to open the trap and hold on, waiting for the orcs to rush in.
This is a difficult task.
So he was going to find some helpers in the mine.
A lynching cell is a good choice.
As the previous investigation concluded, the peon working in the mine was so exhausted that he didn’t react even if you took off your boots and stuffed them into his mouth.
Instead, there was a blood-stained cell, as well as the sounds of wailing and yelling.
That was a newly purchased orc who had not yet been mentally broken by cruel labor.
The detention center is where the orcs are enslaved, and the mine is an inhumane flesh and blood mill. As a consumable, a certain number of orcs need to be replenished every month.
Orgrim easily determined which ones were frightened losers and which ones were companions who could hand him a knife.
All that's left is to solve the guarding problem.
Numbness and deep sleepiness made the human gauntlets in the execution room distracted.
Perhaps they never thought that an orc like Orgrim would appear here.
But the orc warchief really demonstrated what is called deadly force to the orc torturers who were tortured by pain and couldn't sleep.
"My name is Orgrim. I need a few people to follow me to open the door. The savior is here."
Orgrim raised his chin and said these words.
However, he was met with dead silence.
"Give up and leave quickly."
A young orc whose mouth was cut open and stretched to his cheek said in a weak voice.
Orgrim walked up to him, split the shackles on his feet with precise knife skills, and threw him a wine bag.
"Who else?"
Orgrim glanced around.
"Who else wants to eat and drink well before dying?"
The aroma of wine is far more tempting than empty words.
The originally dead atmosphere became active.
"Count me in."
"And I."
In this way, Orgrim pulled together the seven sick and disabled people.
Without letting them go to the warehouse together, Orgrim did not hesitate to think of the most vicious thoughts. What if after eating and drinking enough, he started to be greedy for life and afraid of death?
Follow the fence roots all the way to the gate. This is the most closely guarded place in the entire mining camp except for the three-story house where the mine owner and supervisor live.
The thick fence cannot be destroyed in a short time without siege equipment. If you want to let the army in, you must control the machine winch and open the gate from the inside.
There were less than a hundred people, probably between seventy and eighty. There was a sentry tower on each side of the gate with bright lights. The members of the human mine protection team were fully armed and yawning. Although they looked exhausted, they stared wide open. Eye.
Too bad, I actually met a responsible human being in such a shabby place...
Orgrim began to retreat.
Maybe if he waits until the time agreed before dawn and the orcs outside the door attack, he will still have a chance to have a sudden attack.
Orgrim was thinking about countermeasures in the shadows.
Orgrim, who was deep in thought, did not notice the eye contact between the other orcs around him.
The former chief of the tribe did not notice that the orcs around him were no longer the brothers of life and death who came from Draenor.
"Run! They're going to betray you!"
The orc with a wound on the corner of his mouth suddenly pushed Orgrim. Orgrim looked back and saw that only four of the six orcs he had rescued remained.
So where are the remaining two?
At the human mine protection team, they went to report the situation and planned to exchange the lives of Orgrim and four other orcs for some food and a less strenuous life.
A sharp whistle sounded, and Orgrim was instantly in dire straits.
Looking at the four pairs of frightened eyes staring at him, Orgrim raised his head and shouted "LOC TAR" and rushed out.
Just die in battle, I should have died long ago, Spartacus, you are right.
There was no fear in Orgrim's heart, only calmness.
Just as the entire mine was alerted by the alarm, a more explosive sound than the warning whistle came.
door……
The door collapsed.
Thrall's hands were entangled with lightning and he stepped on the ruins. Behind him were the orc soldiers holding weapons.
"This, is this the savior you are talking about? Is he the savior of our orcs!"
Orgrim, who stopped on the charge road, looked at the only Liangzi in the dark night from a distance, with mixed emotions. He didn't even hear clearly what the orc behind him was saying.
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