Chapter 349: Under the Arena

The poor orc was pinned down by the ogre and screamed in despair. The spear had completely penetrated his body and pinned him to the ground. The ogre did not consider the orc's injuries and rode on him, beating him hard. The orc's screams and roars formed a terrible melody in the arena that was unbearable to listen to. Blackmore

looked at the arena with some regret. The orc also failed to pass the last level. It was really pitiful. It seemed that he would be smashed into a meat paste. Blackmore shook his head, stood up and left the arena. He had no interest in watching a game where extremely powerful creatures slaughtered weak creatures.

Gradually, the only sound left in the arena was the ogre's roar. Perhaps the ogre was tired from fighting, so he stood up, walked around the orc, raised his fist, and enjoyed the cheers of the people. Behind him, the orc was already out of breath.

Several "keepers" who kept him came up to him and drove him back to his den with their spears. The ogre walked steadily, and then suddenly attacked. He grabbed the spear of one of the keepers and threw him to the other side, hitting another keeper. He stepped back and raised his right foot, crushing one of the keepers, and the rest were paralyzed. The ogre took the opportunity to run away. The ogre's escape caused a commotion. After a brief chaos, the guards immediately responded and began to capture the ogre. Soon, the sound of magic explosions and the roar of the ogre were heard in the distance.

This happened in the arena, and the following duels were forced to stop. Sal quietly took out a little bird and left it in the corner, then stood up and left the arena with the spectators.

The little bird is a modified version of the Eight Crows. It is smaller, more delicate, and less noticeable. There are more styles, unlike the Eight Crows and its counterparts, which can only be a black crow. However, there are gains and losses. The little bird only has the function of detecting and recording, not the function of transmitting. If you want to get the images he detected, you can only recover the little bird.

Sal returned to the previous camp and waited quietly. After a long time, the little bird flew back. Sal stretched out his hand, and the little bird flew there, stuck out its butt, and with a puff, a round crystal jumped out of its buttocks.

Thrall held the crystal and used a special password to see the images stored inside. After watching it, Thrall felt a little chilled. The dying orc was casually thrown into the wilderness by Blackmore's men and left to be eaten by the beasts. No matter how you look at it, he has won many victories for you, but he ended up like this? There is not even a cemetery! Thrall lost his last fantasy about Blackmore, and at the same time, Blackmore's name was written on the list in his mind. He

stuffed the crystal back into the bird's butt and looked at the bird's flying boat. He suddenly felt a little fortunate. If Richard and Vashj hadn't taken him away from Dunholde, he might be the one dying here now.

Thrall walked back to his simple tent, covered himself with a quilt, and fell asleep with gratitude.

The next day, Thrall and his men set sail again, and this time he decided to visit an ordinary concentration camp. Thrall did not choose a concentration camp that was closer to Durnholde, as Durnholde had a large number of warriors and mages. His strength was the strongest among these concentration camps. According to the map given by Valeera, he decided to visit a small concentration camp that was farther away from here.

Thrall brought two guards with him, and the others continued to look for traces of the Frostwolf Clan according to the organization. On the way there, Saar was not at peace. He knew very little about these concentration camps. He didn't know what it would be like to see so many of his own people in one place. He had learned the beastman language, but he didn't know if he could understand their accent. He was rescued by Kozan. Would they understand his not-so-proficient beastman language? Would these beastmen ask him to fight? He was here to investigate and didn't want to have a conflict with them. In addition, would the beastmen in these concentration camps also have strong bodies? Most importantly, did they have a desire for freedom?

The road was under his feet. He took out the map at the fork in the road and identified the road. Before leaving, Vashj prepared a lot of navigation equipment for him, including the most detailed topographic map and the best compass. In addition, Thrall and Vashj had learned the skill of judging the location through astronomical phenomena.

Thrall traveled day and night. During the day, they took the small roads, and at night, they took the main roads. Although the goblin messenger told him that the diplomatic mediation team composed of Richard and Sylvanas was in Lordaeron to mediate the conflict between Lordaeron and Stromgarde, and the military experience of the two countries was there, no one would notice the appearance of such a fully armed orc army in the south. But even so, Thrall did not dare to relax. It would be bad if someone else happened to meet them.

The concentration camp that Sal chose arrived soon. Sal concealed their defense. The guards had spears, swords, nets, and several cavalrymen. However, these guards seemed very casual, and it seemed that it should be easy to sneak in.

Facts proved that Sal was right, but the scene inside made him a little scared. A dozen or so beastmen were crowded in the small room of about ten square meters. Some were sitting in the dirty puddles, some were walking back and forth, some were mumbling words that no one could understand, and some were huddled together tightly. Without exception, all of them had their eyes drooping, their mouths with sharp teeth drooping weakly. They did not react to Saul's arrival, and even looking up at him was a waste of energy.

What on earth was going on here? Did the guards use magic? Saul decided to find out what was going on. He knew the power of the orcs. Not to mention the fights he saw and the hundreds of orc warriors around him, they were all very strong warriors without exception. They were very strong and brave. Before coming here, he expected to see similar warriors and hoped that these people could become his helpers. As a result... these listless guys made Saul feel that they were weaker than the murlocs. Even the murlocs had the courage to charge, but they didn't have any hope in their eyes.

Saul walked through several rooms and finally found a place in a room next to it. He didn't care about the dirt there and sat down directly.

"Greetings to you." Saul greeted the others in his unskilled orc language, but none of the orcs responded to him, and none of them even looked up at him. To read the latest chapters, please follow the WeChat account: rdww444.