Chapter 348: In the Arena
At the end of the page, a white wolf head emblem was drawn. This was the emblem of the Frostwolf Clan. Thrall hoped to see his family this morning.
"Orgrim. Hammer of Destruction..." Little Thrall clenched his fists tightly. Although he had never seen his biological father and mother, he would not have come into this world without them. Regardless of whether his parents were killed by Orgrim himself, this hatred would be remembered on his head...
"What? Do you want revenge?" Valeera suddenly appeared behind Thrall and asked while looking at the portrait of Orgrim in Thrall's hand.
The orcs around him also knew Valeera and tactfully made way for her.
"Sister..." Thrall stood up and looked at Valeera, tacitly accepting the fact.
Valeera sighed softly: "Want to hear my opinion?"
Thrall nodded.
"I hope you can put aside your hatred for the time being and cooperate with him if you have a chance."
Thrall frowned, and Valeera continued: "Orgrim has now escaped from prison, and intelligence shows that he is gathering forces. He is different from Gul'dan. He has unparalleled prestige among the orcs. He was captured because of defeat. Although the orcs think that being captured is a very humiliating thing, in the case that most orcs are captives, his experience will not only not become a stain on him, but will become a medium for those orcs to recognize him. Your current mission is to inherit the Frostwolf Clan, but in the future your mission must be to integrate the tribe. By then, Cooperating with him is your inevitable choice."
Thrall looked very reluctant. Valeera continued, "My whole family was killed by bandits. During the Second Orc War, Quel'Thalas was invaded and we used all kinds of forces, including them. After we drove away the orcs, the human kingdom had internal strife, so it was necessary for them to stay. I even went to contact them many times... Later, Alterac stabilized, and I killed them with my own hands because they had lost their meaning to survive."
Thrall sat back on the wooden block, looked up at Valeera and said, "I understand, sister, it's not that I don't want to take revenge, it's just that the time has not come yet. I will consider the overall situation."
"That's good." Valeera smiled and sat on Thrall's half of the wooden block.
"Sister, what brings you here?"
"I brought this for you." Valeera took out a book and a map from her pocket.
Sal took it. The book was "Political Chronicles of the Eastern Kingdom" and the map was a special map of the Eastern Kingdom's internment camp.
"This was originally intended for you by the goblins, but I happened to be replenishing supplies at their place, so I brought it to you. From now on, you and them will still be the ones who keep in touch. Okay, I should go and complete my mission."
Valeera took a short rest, stood up, patted her butt, turned around and disappeared into the night.
Sal watched Valeera leave, and when she disappeared into the night, Sal put down the book, unfolded the map, and carefully noted the concentration camps marked on it. Since the orcs will be integrated in the future, it is better to accumulate some strength first. Now there are only these one hundred orcs available. My mother once said that only when the strength is equal can it be called cooperation. If the strength gap is too big, only one side can dominate the other. And the orcs cannot be led by other races, so they must find a way to increase their own strength. Now that the Frostwolf Clan has not been found, it is better to go to other concentration camps to look for opportunities. The first stop is already chosen by Thrall, which is Dunholde where he lived...
On this day, Dunholde held a gladiatorial contest. A citizen with a hunched back and a common face bought a ticket and walked to a corner to watch the fight inside.
This person is Thrall. Thrall used Primatis's one-time transformation potion to transform into a not-so-attractive spectator to watch what he wanted.
What Saar saw now was a wounded orc warrior facing two plains lions, but judging from their appearance, the two lions had been hungry for many days. The two lions were still blocked by iron bars, and as soon as they were opened, they rushed towards their compatriot like a cannonball, and their fast speed even made their bodies a little blurry. The orc was immediately pressed under a lion.
In an instant, the arena was filled with thunderous cheers, excited shouts, and nervous cries. From where Sal was standing, he could just see the figure of a lord named Blackmore on the VIP stage. The lord straightened his body and quietly grasped the chair to avoid falling. From his face, it can be seen that he was under a lot of pressure in this match.
Sal touched his abdomen. The place where Blackmore had taught him a lesson when he was a child no longer felt pain, but the scene still appeared in front of him.
Sal shook his head, threw away those bad scenes, and looked at the arena again. The beastman in the arena had already stood up, hugged the lion that was pressing on him, and threw him off with an angry roar, as easily as throwing off a stuffed toy.
He swung the double swords behind him, spun and jumped very flexibly, and soon, a big cat died. The lion attacked swiftly and with great strength, but at the same time his furry body was very soft, and was split in half by the beastman with just one blow, and half of his body was still twitching on the ground. The remaining one, the one that was thrown out, was enraged by the tragic death of his companion and attacked madly. This time, the beastman did not give him a second chance to knock him down. When the lion jumped high, showing his teeth and claws, the beastman had already prepared himself and waited for this moment. He bent down and stood under the lion, then opened a hole in the other direction with the sword in his other hand. When the lion landed, it had been split into four pieces.
The beastman raised his arms high and defeated another enemy. The arena was filled with thunderous shouts. It could be heard from their shouts that these people must have squeezed a lot of money from the orcs. Now that the orcs had won, they would get a lot of money again, so they were shouting loudly. Some sympathetic voices could be heard in the shouts. It turned out that the orcs wanted to continue fighting. Some soft-hearted women asked him not to fight anymore and let him rest. Blackmore also heard these words, and his face turned very ugly. In his opinion, the most important thing was to make more money, and his goal required huge resources to support it.
Saul is very satisfied with the fighting power of the orcs. If all the orcs here have such fighting power, it will be a very beneficial supplement to their side.