Anomaly Of Warcraft

Orgrim, the chosen son of the Blackrock clan, the beloved of the elements, the bearer of the Doomhammer, the last warchief of the tribe, and the nickname the deceiver.

Not only is he extremely powerful, he is also a rare wise man among the orcs.

However, kingship has no eternity, and heroes are afraid of lateness.

Now he is old.

Looking at the arrangement of the guards near the mine, Orgrim even had the kind of pride that [I can surround them all by myself].

But now, with the village's "best five hundred big Gs", Orgrim had to outwit.

The way he thought of it was to mix into it.

The best and easiest way for humans to control orcs is with food.

If you can't eat enough, you won't be able to try it with great strength.

The orc slaves of those mine Yamanaka work hard every day, but they can only eat half full. After coming out of the mine and returning to the broken cell, the only thought is to sleep, where is there any thought of resistance.

In reality, Carlos Barov is still thinking about food, and Orgrim can't avoid it.

Because he found that if he stormed the mine, as long as the guards burned the warehouse, let alone save people, the more than three thousand orc mad slaves would not even survive for two days.

This is not liberation, it is murder.

To rescue these fellow Orcs, you must either raise enough food from other places or take down the warehouse behind the fence.

So Orgrim pretended to be an escaped orc, deliberately discovered by the guards, and caught him again.

Orcs are not noble, and humans are not kind.

Of the two orcs who acted with Orgrim, one was directly hung on the scaffold to air dry, and the other was not able to withstand the poison and interrupted.

A thousand-chosen trio of forbearance and humiliation had not yet begun to act, only Orgrim was left alone.

So is extreme anti-killing the tradition of orc sword saints?

Orgrim, who was severely beaten and locked up in a cage, waited until midnight, rubbed his stiff muscles for a while, spit out a piece of wire from his mouth, and skillfully stabbed the keyhole.

Orgrim sighed that he was lucky. If the mine used iron tongs to forcibly bend the iron bars to lock the cage, he would be in trouble.

Without black armor, without Doomhammer, Orgrim remained fearless.

In order to pretend to be a fugitive slave, the last meal was eaten two days ago, hungry like bones attached to maggots.

He was severely beaten, wounded all over, and exposed to the sun for another day, and his body was severely dehydrated.

These difficulties that were enough to crush the macho couldn't shake Orgrim's will.

God knows why he is such a good orc warchief that the Grandmaster sneaks.

Taking advantage of the darkness and the shadow of the corner, Orgrim quickly found the warehouse.

Strangled the dozing guard, ran through the cabinets, ate two rock-solid loaves, and drank a pot of rye with scum.

Orgrim held the not-so-easy long knife and marched 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 mine camp. There was no cover in the open terrain. Orgrim had to open the mechanism and guard, waiting for the orcs to rush in.

This is a daunting task.

So he was going to find some helpers in the mine.

A lynching cell is a good choice.

Just like the conclusion of the previous investigation, the hard work of going to the mine is exhausted, and you take off your boots and put it in his mouth without any response.

Instead, it was the cell of Bloodline Madara Madara, with wailing and yelling sounds.

It was a newly bought orc who had not yet been crushed by cruel work.

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 needs to be replenished every month.

Orgrim can easily determine which ones are scary wastes and which ones are companions who can pass the knife.

The rest is to solve the problem of guards.

The paralysis and deep sleepiness caused the human iron gloves in the torture room to lose their attention.

Perhaps they had never thought that an orc like Orgrim would appear here.

But the orc warchief really performed what is called lethal force to those tortured by the pain and unable to sleep peacefully.

"My name is Orgrim, and I need a few people to follow me to open the door, and the rescuer is here."

Orgrim held his chin and said such words.

However, the answer to him was a dead silence.

"Give up, you go quickly."

A young orc whose mouth was cut and pulled to his cheeks said in a weak voice.

Orgrim walked in front of him, split the shackles on his feet with a precise knife, and threw him a wine bag.

"Who else?"

Orgrim glanced around.

"Who else wants to eat and drink before dying?"

The aroma of wine is far more tempting than empty words.

The atmosphere of dead silence came alive.

"Count me in."

"And I."

In this way, Orgrim pulled the injured group of seven.

Without letting them go to the warehouse together, Orgrim did not hesitate to think about the most vicious thinking.

Follow the root of the fence and touch the gate. This is the most closely guarded place in the entire mine camp except for the three-story house where the mine owner and overseer lives.

The heavy fence cannot be destroyed in a short time without siege equipment. If you want to release the force, you must control the winch of the organ and open the door from the inside.

There are less than one hundred people, between seventy and eighty. There is a watch tower on each side of the gate that is brightly lit. The members of the human mine protection team are fully armed and yawning. Although they look tired, they are staring. Eye.

Oops, unexpectedly encountered responsible humans in such a broken place...

Orgrim began to retreat.

Maybe when the time agreed before dawn, when the orc outside the door initiates an attack, there is still a chance for him to have a sudden attack.

Orgrim was thinking about countermeasures in the shadows.

Orgrim, who was in deep thought, didn't notice the eye contact of the other orcs around him.

The former warchief of the tribe did not notice that the orcs around him were no longer the life and death brothers who had come from Draenor.

"Run! They want to betray you!"

The orc with a wound on the corner of his mouth suddenly pushed Orgrim, and Orgrim looked back and found that only four of the six orcs were rescued.

So where are the remaining two?

At the human mine protection team, they ran to inform the informant, ready to trade the lives of Orgrim and the other four orcs for some food, for a less laborious way to survive.

The sharp whistle sounded, and Orgrim fell into desperation for a moment.

Looking at the four pairs of panic eyes staring at him, Orgrim raised his head and shouted "LOCTAR" before rushing out.

It's just a war dead, I should have died long ago, Spartacus, you're right.

There was no fear in Orgrim's heart, only calmness.

Just when the entire mine was alarmed by the alarm, there was a louder sound than the warning whistle.

door……

The gate collapsed.

Thrall's hands were wrapped in lightning and stepped on the ruins, behind him were 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 assault road, looked at the only Liangzi in the night from a distance. He was in a complicated mood. He didn't even hear what the orc who followed him was saying.

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