Menethil's Power

Chapter 300 Orcs will never be slaves!

Alterac Mountains.

Thrall frowned slightly, staring at the bag in front of him. There was clearly a humanoid creature struggling in the bag, and it was most likely a human being. Judging from the size of the bag and the strength of the struggle, it should be a woman or a child.Capturing this kind of captive was meaningless, and Thrall didn't quite understand what Drek'Thar was trying to do by gathering him and several other clan chiefs.

At this time, it has been three months since Thrall returned to the orcs. Although he did not become the new chief recognized by everyone in a short time, he was already in the leadership of the orcs at this time, and he had a very special position. Just because of Doomhammer's prophecy, orcs are a race that advocates force after all. Thrall's personal strength has been affirmed by almost all orcs.

This future world Shaman fully bears the title of "Son of Azeroth". His affinity with the elements can be described as terrifying. It only took Drek'Thar more than a month to teach a hero-level Shaman, and Thrall created a unique branch of the shaman profession. He does not need totems to communicate with the elements like other orcs. No matter the land, water, fire or storm, he is very happy to obey his call.

Therefore, Thrall's fighting style has not changed much. He still mainly uses the Doomhammer to fight enemies in close quarters, and the elemental spirits are also very willing to help him crush anyone who is against him.He is still a warrior, a warrior with the power of a shaman.

This is undoubtedly in line with the appetite of the Saurfang brothers. The veteran Brox has made no secret of his admiration for Thrall, and has already stated that he is a staunch supporter of Thrall.

At this time, besides Thrall and the Saurfang brothers, there was another orc in Drek'Thar's cave. He was leaner than Brox, but equally tall. Ye Ye's long hair was tied together casually, even just standing here, he gave off a violent and vicious feeling.

Chieftain of the Warsong clan, Grom Hellscream.

The Warsong clan only appeared at the end of the Orc War, and was used by Ner'zhul as a pawn to delay the alliance, so when the Dark Portal was completely closed, they were exiled to Azeroth.Grom Hellscream has been active in the Southern Continent before, developing and growing little by little.The Warsong clan has more people than Thunder King and Frostwolf combined, and they even control some ships, some of which are legacy from the old tribes, and some of them were snatched from humans and dwarves, so Grom can Cross the strait to the northern continent.

The chief of the Warsong clan didn't have as good an impression of Thrall as the Saurfang brothers. He always felt that Grom was a bit too aggressive, bloodthirsty and warlike.Drek'Thar told him that Grom was the first orc to drink the blood of the demon, and that while gaining great power, he also lost the most.

Drek'Thar appeared, and the eyes of all the orc executives immediately turned to the blind old shaman.Drek'Thar tapped the ground with the end of his crutch, and Palpa behind him immediately stepped forward and started to untie the rope on the cloth bag. The young orc acted extremely cautiously, as if there was a monster in the cloth bag, while Derek Rektar stepped aside and planted a trapped totem on the ground.

The rope was scattered, and the creature in the cloth bag finally revealed its true colors. It was indeed a female human, but her face was livid and her expression was ferocious. Most of her body had rotted away, and yellow bones were exposed in many places. Good strength and speed, trying to attack the orc with teeth and claws.The trapping totem on the side activated, and thick roots gushed out from the ground, firmly restraining the female zombie.

"What is this?" Brooks asked, "Could it be that this is what the enhanced human form looks like?"

"No." Thrall said in a deep voice, "This woman is already dead." He couldn't feel any breath of life from this human being.

"Humans are in big trouble." Draktar said leisurely; "Some evil beings have tampered with the rules of death and transformed dead humans into undead. This brainless zombie was captured from Arathi. The people in the human kingdom that the scouts said have become like this."

Thrall's pupils shrank suddenly. He is familiar with the political situation of mankind. He is familiar with the status of the Kingdom of Stromgarde in the Alliance, but now it seems that this kingdom collapsed overnight. What kind of terrifying existence has such ability? ?
"What about the other human kingdoms?" Thrall asked subconsciously.

"I don't know. What I can see clearly is limited." Drek'Thar shook his head, "But these undead are gathering at Thoradin's Wall, and the target seems to be Lordaeron."

"So this is the time you want us to wait?" Saurfang narrowed his eyes.

After the confluence of several tribes, they have determined that the next goal is to liberate the orc shelter. After all, the number of orcs in the shelter is almost the same as the total population of the three clans, and there are a large number of female orcs and children. The revival of the orc race played a vital role.

Previously, Drek'Thar had asked them to wait patiently for "the right time." The old shaman believed that the orcs could not directly confront Lordaeron at present, and this view was shared by other orcs, especially Thrall.

"Then now is obviously the time." Grom said, his low voice filled with excitement, "We can save our compatriots while humans are fighting with the undead, and then go kill those stupid pink pigs !"

"Our goal is to produce as many compatriots as possible, Grom." Saurfang said. "It's not about how many humans are going to be killed, our focus should be on shelters instead of trying to start another pointless war with humans," he said.

The orc warrior looked at Thrall again, "A few years ago, I lurked into many shelters and summoned the orcs who were still rebellious to start a riot, but most of the orcs were unwilling to leave, and the blood of the devil had burned them all. The last will, they are willing to accept human slavery, how do you think this problem should be solved?"

When it comes to the orc shelter, only Thrall, who was raised by humans, knows the situation there best.

How to wake up those numb orcs in the asylum?Thrall suddenly felt a little strange, because the answer could be found in the political science taught by those human teachers.

"Our ancestors lived in Draenor for generations, united, friendly, and in harmony with nature. But Gul'dan changed us, and pulled the entire orc race into the abyss for our own selfish desires. We began to destroy our own world and hate each other , filled the emptiness in our hearts with anger and killing, since then we have lost our belief in survival, so when the bloodthirsty is over, there is only endless emptiness." Thrall looked at the chiefs and said slowly.

Everyone, including Grom, nodded.

"Someone recognized this situation a long time ago. He wanted to change, change the entire orc group, so he did not hesitate to bear the infamy and challenge his suzerain black hand. He is Orgrim Doomhammer. I think he is the greatest big One of the chiefs."

"But Orgrim failed and died in the end." Grom frowned.

"Yes, he has no choice." Thrall continued to state calmly, "He advocated the orcs to regain their glory, and if we did not divide our troops to pursue the traitor Gul'dan, it would have violated the honor we respect. Although he failed because of this However, many of the orcs who regained their glory have survived and have survived tenaciously to this day." Thrall looked at Brother Brooks, and they all nodded in agreement.

The more Thrall said, the more confident he became, "Doomhammer wants the orcs to return to their origins. I think his thinking can be summed up in one word, that is faith. Orcs must have faith in nature, and they must also have faith in glory. Only with These, orcs are orcs, and we are a noble race. Orgrim saw this very early on, this is Orgrimism, and only Orgrimism can save the orcs."

"Orgrim...ism?" Brother Saurfang and Grom looked at each other in blank dismay. They had never been exposed to such a profound vocabulary, but it seemed that what Thrall said made sense.

"That's Orgrimism, we must adhere to the ideas of this great chief." Saurfang finally decided. "Now there is another problem. A few months ago, we discovered that a large number of alliance troops had gone north. Can the remaining Lordaeron army resist the undead? If they fail, then we will have to face those undead monsters. "

"Don't worry too much about it." Draktar said: "The plague can only turn ordinary humans into zombies, and it won't have a big impact on us orcs. Even if we are infected, there will be no danger to our lives. These Undead are just some special regular enemies to us."

Now is a good time to liberate the orcs in the shelter, and there are few obstacles, but how to feed those orcs after freeing them?Is it necessary to fight a survival battle with human beings again?
Sal suddenly felt a little confused.

(End of this chapter)