Civilization of Azeroth: Start the Great Pyramid Chapter 312

The scorching sun was scorching overhead, heavy work was in hand, and behind him was the whip that the supervisor dropped from time to time.

A group of thin "green-skinned monsters" were working in the cotton fields. Their muscles were weak, their skin was dull, and their spirits were lethargic. They were like walking corpses.

"Get to work! You pigs! Waste!"

Wearing a cowboy hat, shirt and overalls, the overseer with leather boots waving the whip in his hand shouted and cursed loudly.

One of the orc slaves gradually became sluggish, and found that a slave was "lazy", and the overseer's whip fell on him mercilessly.

But no matter how the whip beats, the orc remains unchanged.

Every time the whip came down, there was a bloodstain on his body, but the orc couldn't feel the pain behind his back, and even his ears began to lose sound, and he couldn't distinguish the color in front of his eyes.

"boom!"

The orc fell to the ground.

"Don't just fool around like that, you bastard!"

The overseer continued to swear, and at the same time stepped forward and kicked the orc several times, but there was no response at all, so the overseer leaned down to check the orc's breath.

"Another **** dead one!"

The overseer stood up and scolded, and the foreman noticed the situation here and came over to cover his nose with an impatient expression.

"Unfortunate, it's already the thirteenth in the past few days, carry it away, carry it away!"

The orc's body was carried away like a broken sack. When passing by the other slaves, the expressions on the orcs' faces did not change. They were already numb to such an encounter.

"A lot of slaves have died recently."

After reading the report handed over by Burningwood Village Plantation, Greymane couldn't help complaining to Blackmore. Even if he had no mercy for the orcs, he felt that Blackmoore's management method was too cruel.

"In addition to these dead slaves, there are a lot of people who have escaped recently. If there are no slaves, who will work for us?"

Hearing Greymane say this, Blackmoore said it nonchalantly.

"Slaves are just consumables. If you die, you can find a way to get another batch."

"What? You're going to transfer the orcs left in Dunhold?"

Greymane asked curiously, after the end of the Second Orc War, there were a total of 20,000 prisoners on the Alliance side. Blackmore took almost all the prisoners of Gilneas by himself, and bought many more from Stromgarde.

But of the seven or eight thousand captives, Blackmoore only provided more than four thousand captives to the plantation, and the remaining half were strong orcs after screening. Greymane did not want to guess what Blackmoore kept those orcs for. , I only know that this guy treats those orcs as treasures.

"How is that possible? I mean that these slaves are dead, we should catch some new orc slaves. After the second orc war, there are still many orcs scattered all over the place.

My people have found out a piece of information, one of the orcs is hiding in the silver pine forest. If we can get those bereaved dogs out, wouldn't we have slaves again? "

Blackmoore proposed this, not only in the hope of replenishing slaves, but also in the hope of capturing more orc captives to replenish his army.

The thousands of orcs he left behind had undergone brutal enslavement training in Durnholde's prison. Although the orcs trained in the end were guaranteed to surrender to Blackmore, the premise was that more than 2,000 orcs died. in training.

Such training losses are too great, how can Blackmoore accept an orc army of only 2,000 people? His ambition is to dominate the entire league. There are only 2,000 people, and he can't even pass the level of Alteranklosa.

"Is it Silverpine Forest? This range is a bit large..."

Greymane said with some difficulty, but thinking about the benefits that slaves bring to the manor, even sending troops to capture slaves is acceptable.

Not to mention that after seeing Greymane and Blackmoor making money, many nobles and wealthy businessmen in Gilneas followed up and invested, and it was also a way to mobilize them to pay for the formation of a slave hunting team.

As long as enough slaves are caught, the cost evenly distributed to each slave will be lower. Don't be afraid of the cost issue, it's not a problem to know where the slaves are.

As a peninsula country, the shipping of Gilneas is also relatively prosperous. Although the maritime industry here has been suppressed to a certain extent after the rise of Kul Tiras, there are still large ports.

Every once in a while, the ships of the Hanhai Duhu will come to the port of Gilneas, and the cotton produced by the plantation will be loaded here.

It's just that today's shipment, the sailors of the Hanhai Merchant Ship found something different from usual. There were many more heavily armed teams on the dock, each with different flags.

They looked as if they were going to sea, and there were a lot more ships in the port than usual, which once caused chaos in the port.

"What's the matter? Find out later when you get off the boat."

The troll captain, who had a broken leg, tapped the deck lightly with his wooden leg and instructed the sailors beside him.

He was a full-time captain of the earliest soldiers of Du Hu of Hanhai after they were discharged from the army, and his leg happened to be broken in the sea battle of Tidefall Island.

Today, he noticed something strange in Gilneas Port, and he paid attention to it carefully.

After a while the cotton began to be loaded, and several sailors who had disembarked came back with them.

"Captain, I have already made inquiries. Those people are slave hunters. They are going to the Silverpine Forest in the north to capture orc slaves."

"Isn't Silverpine Forest not far from the northern border of Gilneas? Why do you have to go by sea?"

The captain was a little surprised, and the sailor smiled proudly. He also had the same problem as the captain at the time, so he kindly asked in advance to understand.

"The distance from the north of Gilneas to Silverpine Forest is not far on land, but it takes longer than the sea. Moreover, if the captured orcs are escorted from the land, they will easily be resisted or run away.

They walked from the sea and went ashore on the west side of Silverpine Forest. After catching the orcs from the forest, they did not **** them directly back to Gilneas, but first transported them to a slave island for transit.

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Those orcs on the isolated island had nowhere to escape even if they wanted to, so they could slowly domesticate the orcs into slaves. In this way, the slaves are kept on the island, and the price is negotiated with the plantation first, and then the slaves are transported from the island to complete the transaction, so that you can earn more. "

"Wait, what do you mean by slave island?"

The sailor noticed that the expression on the boat was a little unnatural, and he was a little embarrassed knowing the captain's past, but he still chose to tell the truth.

"It's Tide Island not far from Gilneas."

The troll captain was silent for a while, then anger rose in his heart. Tide Island itself is a common island, but it is of great significance to him.

Because it was the first battle since the establishment of the Huanhai Protectorate, and it was also a battle that represented his honor. His wooden leg was the best medal of merit.

But now that island had become a Gilnean slave island, and even if he had only heard of it and had not seen it with his own eyes, he knew how much darkness there should be hidden there.

The orcs lost the war, and they became slaves of the alliance when they launched aggression. This result can only be said to be exchanged by the tribe itself. But when he thought of his heroism and sacrifice in the war, and finally cheapened a group of slave owners with despicable personalities, the heart of the troll ship was very uncomfortable.

In this mood, looking at the white cotton that was transported from the pier to the ship, where is the whiteness in your eyes? Clearly covered in blood.

Orcs are not innocent, but they should be punished by justice instead of being handed over to more evil people to be treated like this. This only nourishes evil, but justice has not been served.

But the real world is so cruel, cotton stained with blood is an important commodity that the Huanhai Protectorate needs.

With such a complicated issue, Captain Troll felt that his brain was not enough, but he would execute the order as resolutely as he was still in the army. He believed that Li De's decision was correct, but he had his own considerations.

At the same time, he also relieved himself, fortunately, this will be the last batch of cotton he has shipped from Gilneas.

After a while, the spinning line will move to Kozan, and then Kozan and Gilneas will trade cotton.

"Looking at these people's happy appearance, their slave hunting business seems to be prosperous, but I don't know where to get slaves after they have captured all the orcs?"

The troll captain thought so in his heart, but neither he nor the excited slave hunters in front of him would know. There is no need to wait for them to catch all the orcs, and the good days of the slave hunters will soon come to an end.

"Overseer Saurfang, I have found you at last... Please, please save our brethren! The orcs are suffering!"

An orc who escaped from the plantation of Burnwood Village knelt in front of Saurfang and pleaded with tears in his eyes.

The orcs all around were filled with righteous indignation. He had seen many orcs who fled to the Silverpine Forest during this time, but as long as they heard the description of the plantation, the orcs would still be immediately angry.

"I already know what you have suffered. Get up first and meet the Great Chief with me."

"The Great Chief..."

The orc who escaped was stunned. He thought he would see Orgrim, but he finally saw Fenris on the throne.

"this…"

He, who didn't know Fenris, wanted to question it at the time, but before he could speak, Fenris on the Wolfskin Throne made a thunderous voice.

"Welcome back to the tribe. We will repay the enemy a hundredfold for the suffering you have suffered! I, Fenris, swear an oath! From today, the orcs will never be slaves!"

The orc slave had heard of Fenris' famous name. Although he was still surprised that Fenris, who was supposed to stay in his hometown, appeared here, the other party's words really touched him. At this time, he was standing on both sides of Fenris in the tent. The orcs all followed and shouted.

"Orcs are never slaves!"

Gradually, the slave also joined in the shouting. Fenris, who once led someone to kill Goron with his own hands, was not inferior to black hands, even better than Orgrim, and now he dared to do such a thing to the orcs. The promise was immediately recognized by the orc slave.

Tribal tyrant Warchief Fenris decides to use force against Gilneas.

Originally sent here by Ner'zhul with a spell, Fenris was still a little confused. After joining Saurfang, he decided to establish himself as the orc's warchief.

And after really understanding the situation here, Fenris was particularly excited.

The location where he is at this time is actually so close to Lordaeron, the leader of the alliance! Although it is right under the eyes of the enemy, it may face the danger of being wiped out.

But risk and opportunity coexist, and he is confident that his military is far superior to Orgrim. As long as you don't commit Orgrim's sleight of hand, it's only a matter of time before the Alliance is defeated.

Fenris reviewed the entire process of the orcs' defeat in the past few years, and finally summed up a few experiences: lack of logistics, making enemies everywhere, and frequent divisions.

So in this case, Fenris made reforms to the tribe he led, first of all to strengthen the logistics of the orcs.

For this reason, Fenris organized the orcs to carry out production in the Silverpine Forest. The orcs did not know how to cultivate, and the main source of food was fishing, hunting and gathering. Of course, they also independently developed domestication and grazing.

Because there is a precedent for warlocks to destroy the natural environment of Gorongas, Fenris pays special attention to the management and protection of the environment, and strictly prohibits orcs from overdrawing the material resources of nature.

After examining the actual situation of the Silver Pine Forest, he divided the Silver Pine Forest into many areas, and each area was strictly regulated as to what resources were allowed to be harvested and how little to harvest.

And such strict regulations, in the past, the orc clan society with flamboyant personality and loose organization, it must be difficult to implement. So Fenris also began his second reform.

That is to learn the organizational form of the opponent, to be precise, to learn the system established by Li De in the first division.

The hierarchy is clear and everyone has clear responsibilities. Fenris was shocked when he first learned about such a system. Now that he has become a warchief, he has decided to introduce such a system to the tribe.

These two reforms of Fenris were very effective, and it only took a very short time to refresh the spiritual outlook of the more than 8,000 orcs. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

So even Saurfang, who didn't really agree with radical reforms at first, turned his back on Fenris.

In this way, after a period of management by Fenris, some orcs scattered in the wild were successively gathered, bringing the number of the Fenris tribe to nearly 9,000!

To achieve such a result, history has given Fenris such an opportunity. If it wasn't for the war that broke up the original organizational structure of the orc clans, Fenris' reform would definitely encounter huge resistance.

After seeing the status quo that his tribe was developing steadily, Fenris began to seriously think about another issue, and this issue was also the most important issue that led to the failure of the orcs: the legitimacy of the tribe's survival.

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