Chapter 133: Durnholde

Durnholde Castle is located southeast of Alterac and due north of Stromgarde. It is built on the mountain. After crossing the mountain, you can reach Eagle's Nest Mountain where the Hammer Dwarves live.

The lord here is named Blackmore. His father was once a general of Lordaeron, but his family was tarnished by treason. Although he has been trying to prove himself, it is useless because of the bad influence brought by his father. It was the war between humans and beasts that changed the trajectory of his life. Blackmore won respect and honor for himself with bravery and blood. Durnholde Castle was given to him by the Alliance after the war. Of course, if that were all, he would be nothing more than an ordinary newly-arrived noble after the war. What Richard cared about him about was that there was an orc concentration camp in his Dunholde, and in that concentration camp there was an orc named Sal.

"Is this Durholde? It doesn't look that great."

Vereesa pouted and muttered while riding her horse. Originally, Richard was going to come to Durholde with Vashj, but Yoshisa from the Demon Continent sent important intelligence, and Vashj needed to translate his secret language, so Richard had to ask Sylvanas to go to Durholde. It turned out that Sylvanas was not very free. After rescuing the red dragon, Sylvanas was recommended as a special envoy to various countries and the red dragon's residence. In order to complete the mission smoothly, Sylvanas was busy improving his diplomatic knowledge. Even if it was Richard's invitation, Sylvanas could not neglect official business for his own selfish desires. So Vereesa, who was almost exhausted by being ordered around by Alleria every day, found an opportunity to be lazy and found an excuse to sneak out with Richards. However, when they return, they will probably be punished by Alleria, who has become a workaholic.

Richard laughed after hearing Vereesa's words: "You have to compare it with there. If compared with Silvermoon City, it is quite shabby. If compared with South Sea Town, this place is quite spectacular."

Hearing Richard praising Silvermoon City, Vereesa raised her head proudly: "Of course, our Silvermoon City is the best in the world!"

Richard smiled and shook his head without arguing with her. Onyxia, who was following behind, looked at Vereesa's back with contempt. You ignorant guy, Kozan Island is the best place in the world. Fina picked up a cookie and stuffed it into her mouth. Her contemptuous eyes suddenly turned into happy eyes. Fina smiled when she saw Onyxia's appearance. A carefree silly dragon...

Blackmore had long hair, a scar left by the war on his slightly pointed face, and a scraggly beard on his chin. When he smiled, the scar on his face wrinkled and looked very fierce. Now he was smiling like this and welcoming Richard and his party with several officers.

"Oh, I don't know how many people are here. I'm sorry for not welcoming you from afar!"

Richard turned over and dismounted: "We came uninvited. I hope Lord Blackmore will not be offended."

"Haha!" Blackmore laughed. "Please!"

Richard and the others entered Dunholde. Blackmore explained, "This is the square we built for the orcs. Look over there. There are a few orcs resting there. They usually stay in their rooms. If they get bored, they can come here to bask in the sun."

After walking a little further, two doors appeared. Blackmore said, "The door on the left is for the orcs to train. It's very ordinary. There is nothing worth appreciating; the door on the right is our specialty - the gladiatorial arena!"

Blackmore pushed open the door, and there were already some spectators inside. Richard recognized some of them, some nobles of Lordaeron. Blackmore took Richard and others to sit in the VIP seats in the center of the stands. The gladiatorial matches were held once a month, and Richard came today. There were four gladiatorial matches, two of which were completed, and the remaining two were one between orcs and one between orcs and trolls.

The gladiatorial contest was boring. There was nothing to praise about the fighting skills of the two pairs. They just used their bodies to fight. But the atmosphere on the scene aroused the enthusiasm of everyone. The spectators around were extremely excited. They tore their throats and their faces turned red. The nobles Richard knew in the stands abandoned their noble manners and howled crazily. Even Vereesa's face turned red because of excitement. Perhaps the only people in the entire stands were Richard who was not interested, Blackmore, the owner of Dunholde, Fina who was dedicated to serving, and Onyxia who only cared about eating.

After the show, Blackmore asked with a smile, "Mr. Richard, how was the game?"

Richard said as he walked, "It's just average. The viewing value of the game is limited by the skills of the players. But compared to other concentration camps, Dunholde is the best I've ever seen. This model is very good, and you must have made a lot of money."

"Hahaha." Blackmore laughed, his face wrinkled and very ugly. Richard didn't look at him and stood in front of the door of the room where the orcs were training.

"Lord Blackmore, I heard that you have another little orc here named Sal, who not only speaks the common language fluently, but also masters some fighting skills. I wonder if I can meet him today?"

"Uh." Blackmore was stunned for a moment, then reacted and stared into Richard's eyes. After a long time, he said, "Okay, Mr. Richard, please wait a moment, I will bring Sal over." Blackmore

ordered his men, "You stay here and entertain Mr. Richard for me..."

Richard interrupted him, "No, no, no, Mr. Blackmore, you stay here with me, I'm not used to other people. You don't need to go in person to just call an orc."

Damn it! Blackmore had to accompany Richard reluctantly and asked his old servant to bring Sal. He even winked at the old servant before leaving.

Blackmore absentmindedly explained to Richard the usage and advantages of various training facilities while waiting for his servant to bring someone else but Sal was not here. The result was very disappointing to him. The servant looked at him flatteringly. If Richard and others were not here, he would have beaten him up by now!

Blackmore frowned and waved his hands. The soldier in the training ground handed a two-handed sword to Thrall. Little Thrall weighed it, roared, and rushed towards the target that looked like a real troll not far in front of him.

"Pong!" With just one strike, the troll's upper body flew into the sky. Thrall smiled brilliantly, put the sword behind him, and ran to Blackmore. His big eyes looked at Blackmore's face, craving his praise. However, this time, Blackmore's expression was not happy. Thrall recalled that he had done nothing wrong in his previous performance...

"Pa pa pa!" Richard clapped his hands. "Very good, very good! This little guy successfully attracted my attention. Mr. Blackmore, name your price!"

"Sorry! Mr. Richard, we don't sell Sal!"