The Death Knell

The transaction was not smooth. Deathstroke transformed into a human noble from the Kingdom of Stormwind and easily bought hundreds of orc captives from Blackmoore. They were worthless at all. An orc child only cost 20 copper coins, which was slightly more expensive than an adult warrior. a little.

Anyway, as long as there are gold coins, there is no business that the greedy shelter manager dares to do. Even if the people above ask in the future why there are so many less orcs, he can report that it is 'natural loss'.

There will always be losses. The shelter is not a charity, it is just a place where orcs are centralized. Isn't it normal for the criminals inside to die of illness or starvation?

But when it came to Sal's deal, the two sides couldn't reach an agreement.

Blackmore carefully cultivated the orc baby he picked up more than ten years ago, hoping to make Thrall an important tool that could command the orc army in the shelter for his own use and unify the entire Azeroth.

I don’t know if this lieutenant of the Kingdom of Lordaeron has already founded the country in his dream. In short, his offer for Thrall is ridiculously high, and it is obvious that he has no sincerity in making a deal.

In the end, Su Ming used the cigar and simply refused to pay a penny, leaving Blackmore alive as a cover for his 'picking up the goods'.

Thrall's treatment is pretty good. The other orcs live in the large barracks outside the castle, but he lives alone in the castle dungeon, which can be regarded as a single room. After learning the news that he was sold, he felt like he was struck by lightning. His feelings for Blackmoore Very complex.

This human had raised him, and Blackmore had given him everything but love.

In addition, he was very reluctant to part with Taresha, the daughter of the servant family in the castle, so Su Ming simply spent money and bought a maid from Taresa's parents to be Sal's companion in the future.

One person led hundreds of orcs out of the shelter, and the guards just turned a blind eye. Where did the noble go? Will they be killed by the orcs on the way? Where will the orcs run to? They pretended not to see it.

Because the lieutenant must have accepted the benefits from others, did he ask this because he thought he had a long life and wanted to be arranged to enter the arena to fight with orcs?

In fact, these orcs were very honest along the way. After all, the first batch of traders were children and women, and they were all locked together with iron chains, making it impossible to run around.

Sal and Taresha kept walking together, as if they were imagining their future.

However, after walking along the river towards the Alterac Mountains and entering the snow-covered coniferous forest area, Orgrim, who was responsible for the response, was already waiting there with the soldiers of the Frostwolf clan.

Su Ming also changed back to his original form at this time and announced to the orcs that they were free.

"It's great. As the warchief, I brought them to Azeroth, and I will try my best to bring them back, even though many people died..."

Seeing the orcs happily breaking their shackles and hugging each other, Orgrim was filled with emotions, and even shed his nose in the cold wind.

"Although Gul'dan and his demon masters had the final say in the Horde at that time, don't forget that you are still invaders of Azeroth, and many humans have died at your hands, and even more. More." Deathstroke lit a cigarette and quietly reminded the orcs beside him: "If you want to influence my judgment by committing misfortune, you are making the wrong decision."

"I didn't mean that. I meant that the war was wrong. It was neither glorious nor worthwhile." Orgrim's eyes fell on Thrall in the crowd. The young descendant of Durotan was holding the tower. Lessa, comfort her not to be afraid.

Su Ming laughed and handed the chief a bottle of wine: "It's good if you can realize this. Just do good trade with my people in the future. I will handle the Burning Legion. It is not suitable for celebrating here now. I will send you back to Germany." Rano.”

"How to go back?"

Orgrim nodded. The orcs who came out of the shelter were half-clothed. It was still too cold in the Alterac Valley and it was indeed not suitable for celebrating a reunion. But how can the Frostwolf clan cross the entire continent to reach the Dark Portal and return to Draenor?

The answer is not to take that route. Su Ming also mentioned the broken door at the previous meeting in Stormwind Kingdom, and Varian also said that he would arrange for the Masons' Guild to demolish it.

Su Ming knocked on the collar of his armor, and the strangulation signal was sent. Within a few seconds, there seemed to be a meteor shower in the sky, and landing craft landed in the forest with hot air.

What came here was the First Expeditionary Fleet, the first batch of copycat Space Marines trained by Deathstroke from the Loyal College.

Now they are not considered to be copycats. Although they are not as big as the genuine Space Marines, after being injected with the miracle serum separated from Deathstroke's blood and using various technological equipment developed by the adjutant over the years, their combat effectiveness is not weak at all.

It's just that the sword and gun are a little smaller, and the armor is a little smaller, it doesn't matter.

Genuine Space Marines cannot be used to transport Orks. After all, they hate greenskins. If they are not good enough, they will want to "purify the aliens for the Emperor", which is a bad thing.

"Principal, the first company of the first fleet has arrived and is waiting for orders."

The commander with a beautiful mustache, wearing yellow heavy armor, strode across the snow, past the surprised orcs, and came to Su Ming to salute without looking back.

"On time as always, Dorn, the action plan has been distributed to each individual combat unit through the adjutant. You know what to do. Let's get started. I have other things to do next, so I'll leave this to you."

After patting the other party on the shoulder, Su Ming handed him a copy of the orc language pack, and then simply turned around and left.

The orcs stunk, reminding him of his little cousin, which was a bit off-putting.

.....................

After saying goodbye to Orgrim and others, they would naturally return to the tribe to move. It would probably take a while, so Su Ming didn't need to wait.

Once things are arranged, you can do other things. Otherwise, what else do you want to do to develop your power and subordinates?

He did not return to Stormwind City, but was planning to fly to the Maelstrom, but the route was to the southeast, passing just over Arathi and the wetlands. He discovered some interesting things in the corner of the huge swamp.

It was a young mage squatting in front of a broken tent using poor magic to light up the fire. Next to him was a high elf ranger carrying a bow and arrow, folding his arms and talking nonchalantly, as if he was sarcastic.

Deathstroke landed invisibly, floating not far away from the two of them and eavesdropping.

"This wood is completely wet and cannot be lit at all." The young mage frowned. Although he kept releasing fireball spells on the piled firewood, the firewood only emitted white smoke and not a single spark appeared.

"Who said it was absolutely okay to start a fire before? But now you can't do it if you want to eat. Hehe, humans always like to brag." The elf ranger raised an eyebrow, and his words were a bit weird, but he still squatted on the firewood pile. Next to him, he seemed to be planning to help blow air.

The mage was dejected and began to poke at the wood with his fingers in self-pity:

"I shouldn't have been deceived into leaving Dalaran. Alas, Master Krasus asked me to investigate the affairs of the Red Dragon Legion. He said that as long as I complete this task, he will write off the matter of me blowing up his mage tower last time and go to He could forget about pouring ooze monsters into the sewers, and he could also keep it a secret for me when I changed Master Antonidas' mana potion to blueberry juice... But there is nothing in Grim Batol's pass. It’s a crazy orc, what can I do?”

"How many bad things have you done?! Do you have any grudge against Dalaran?! Are you really a mage?"

The elf tugged at his green cloak to prevent it from falling into the mud and getting dirty. He complained angrily, but soon sighed and calmed down:

"...If that doesn't work, let's just wait for reinforcements. It's an orc and a dragon. It's not a problem that the two of us can solve. Moreover, it's dirty and damp here, which is really unpleasant."

"Vereesa, there will be no reinforcements. The masters don't believe my words at all. It is easier for us to turn to the stubborn Wildhammer dwarves for help than them."

The mage gave up on raising the fire and sat down on the slightly drier ground, puffing out his mouth and gasping:

"It's not like you haven't seen it. When I said that the Red Dragon Legion was controlled by the orcs, they almost laughed to death. Saying that the Aspect Dragon is controlled by the orcs is like saying that ants are controlling elephants. There are also people He said, 'Luo Ning, you are lazy again, and if you find excuses not to meet the Red Dragon Queen, I will expel you from school.'"

Luo Ning pinched his throat and imitated the female voice of Archmage Modera, rolling his eyes as he spoke, looking pretentious.

I don’t know if Modera would really fire him if she knew he was slandering her behind her back.