Chapter 104 Aftermath (Please give me a monthly ticket for the first update)

When Thrall and Lao Tang walked out of the lord's mansion and came to the castle atrium, the battle at Dunhold Castle had come to an end and was about to come to an end.[]

After the gate of Dunhold Castle was violently dismantled by Lao Tang, the orcs quickly suppressed the breakthrough and counterattack of the human defenders with their combat power far beyond the defenders and their overwhelming number. Tens of thousands of garrisons in the shelter were divided into small areas by the tribal warriors to fight on their own and could not organize decent resistance at all. Except for those who were strangled by the loyalists of Blackmore who were resisting stubbornly, most of the remaining human soldiers had been captured by the orcs and became prisoners.

The downpour of rainstorms came and went quickly. Except for the main road paved with stone slabs, the other dirt paths were muddy under the heavy rainstorms over the past few days. At this moment, a group of orc wolf cavalry roared in the wide but messy streets. The leader was the first orc general who held blood roaring with a ferocious face - Grom Hellscream, who saw the figures of Sar and Old Tang, and shouted with excitement at Sar.

"The human cub's troops have basically been cleared, Dunhold has been taken down by us, Sal." Grom Hellsaw's whole body was splattered with blood, but he was happy, his blood-red eyes shining. He walked quickly to Old Tang and Sal, and hellsaw wiped his face full of blood and rain and continued to report:

"Varoke just sent a messenger to report that the human stronghold in Tarenmere did not send reinforcements, and the troops in Nanhai Town have been defeated by him, and the reinforcements of Dunhold will not appear in Dunhold. In a short period of time, he has assigned half of his men to attack the small shelters nearby that depended on Dunhold. Except for a few who resisted stubbornly, the other strongholds are now under our control. I have assigned people to search the entire castle. In addition to casting our compatriots, those humans who did not participate in the war were also found by us. The women and their children were not hurt. Everything is followed by your order, Chief."

Not far from Old Tangsar and his men, a small group of orc soldiers were watching over their captives. Hundreds of humans, old, weak, women and children, were squatting on the muddy and dirty ground after the rain, trembling. Old Tang saw the orc warriors surrounding the captured humans. They were sitting in the mud indifferently and glaring at their captives. At this time, a man happened to try to escape, but he was quickly caught by an orc warrior and pushed back to his original place. The orcs did not beat and scold the orcs without saying a word. The whole scene was very quiet except for the crying women and children. Old Tang noticed that although it seemed that every orc was planning to ravage their prisoners hard to revenge for their years of enslaved life, they did not take action.

Perhaps the return of the Frost Wolf clan and the re-inheritance of shamanic teachings for the orcs do not only mean the enhancement of strength and diversity of professions, but more importantly, the return of faith and a respectable spiritual sustenance. Orcs are not demons, chaotic killing is not the whole of their lives, and bloodthirsty and cruelty is not their nature. Orcs are on the right path to return to their noble traditions. This is good news for orcs and taurens.

"Where is the sergeant who appeared on the wall before now? How is he...?"

Just as Old Tang was thinking, Sal spoke on the side. Unintentionally, Salle's voice showed a hint of emotional fluctuation. Sergeant Martin, like Taresa, occupied a significant weight in Salle's past memories. In Dunhold, a cage full of shame and pain for Salle, the two of them brought Salle the only warmth and care. Salle, who was grateful for this, really did not want to fight with this "teacher" or hear any bad news about him.

"The human and his men refused to surrender and were still in a stalemate with us. But they didn't seem to want to continue fighting. The Kukaron Guard was surrounding and watching them. The human sergeant said hellscream wanted to see you, Thal." Hellscream recalled for a moment and replied cautiously.

"Take me there." Thrall didn't say much, and made a loud whistle. Xue Ge, who was lying on the stone slab not far away, ran over and stepped on the frost wolf, followed Hellscream, Thrall and his group rushed towards the city gate. It didn't take long, Old Tang and Thrall and their group found Sergeant Martin and his subordinates. In the middle of the battle, Blackmore handed over the command of the troops to Sergeant Martin, who had rich combat experience, in an attempt to let these cannon fodders buy time for their escape. Unfortunately, man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. Sergeant and many human guards are still alive, while Blackmore himself has ended his sinful life.

With the efforts of the sergeant, nearly 10,000 human troops on the city wall set up an iron barrel formation. With their excellent equipment, powerful terrain and reasonable formation, they have been dealing with the orc army until now. The orc warriors who were eager to rescue their compatriots did not waste time on these troops that formed formations and protected themselves. They only left the newly formed Kukaron troops to closely monitor them, and put pressure on them to eliminate the loyalty of Blackmore. Under the elite blades of Kukaron troops, these humans could not cause storms. Compared with the sergeant and his troops, those crazy, paranoid but unorganized and disciplined guys undoubtedly made the orcs hate them to the core and easier to wipe out.

The overall situation is now settled, but the Sergeant and his troops refused to surrender, and they were still confronting the orcs. But they didn't really do anything with those weapons. At this moment, no one wanted this place to turn into a battle or massacre. The Kukaron warriors who surrounded this human force gave way to their chief, and the Sergeant looked at his former proud disciple strode towards him with a complicated look.

Thrall and the Sergeant looked at each other for a long time, and then, before the Sergeant reacted, Thrall took the initiative to extend his green and thick hand.

"You taught me well, Sergeant." Saar said in a deep voice, holding Sergeant Martin's callous but strong hand.

"You are a good student, Thal." After a moment of stunned silence, the sergeant replied in surprise.

"Blakemore is dead," said Thrall, holding Sergeant Martin's hand tightly, staring at the sergeant's vicissitudes of eyes, "Your people are under his command and under the control of this cage, but when we speak, the castle supplies are still being transported away. Dunholder can still stand here only because I still want to keep it." To prove his words, Thrall stomped on the ground, and the earth suddenly trembled. And while Sergeant Martin was talking to Sergeant Martin, the orcs who were not responsible for the prisoners were busy moving out of the castle, everything that a race and an army needed—horse, cattle, sheep, sacks of grain, all kinds of food; bedding, bandages, weapons and armor, and even hammers and skinning knives—the new tribe would use them

"You taught me what kind of kindness, Sgt. Now you should be very grateful that you have taught such a lesson and that the reinforcements you are looking forward to will not arrive in time. But if your people can give up resistance, they can leave with their families. You can have enough water and food, and even have weapons. Those who are still planning to resist will be buried here by gravel, and without this fortress and his guardians, we will be able to liberate our people easily. That is my only goal."

"Is that?" Sergeant asked uncertainly. Thal knew he wanted to say Blackmore's death.

"All I want is justice and freedom," Salga said in a serious tone, "I have it now, and I will not let anyone take them away in the future."

"Can you guarantee that no one of you will come back to hurt us?" Sergeant Martin asked skeptically.

"I promise you, with the teachings and help you have given me," Thrall raised his head and looked around his army and people, and then said firmly: "As long as you do not resist, you can walk out of here without any obstacle."

The sergeant thought for a long time, carefully considered the pros and cons, and finally made a decision. In response, Sergeant Martin handed his weapon to Thrall. The human soldiers looked at each other for a few moments of silence, and after a brief silence, the other human soldiers did the same.

The battle is over.

Rescuing fellow countrymen and transporting supplies kept the orcs busy for a day and a night. When the dawn of the next day came, after all humans and orcs safely evacuated the fortress, they looked back silently and looked at the huge walls of Dunhold Castle, summoned the spirit of the earth and asked them for help:

"This place is full of sin, it imprisons the innocent, it grows evil. Let it fall down, fall forever."

Sal, the powerful shaman, stretched out his arms and began to slap the ground rhythmically. Closed his eyes, Sal recalled his narrow cell, Blackmore's torture, hatred and contempt in the eyes of the people who trained with him. He looked at these memories of the past, his heart full of pain and past, and he tried to vent them.

"Let it fall down" Thrall roared.

The roar of the earth trembled across the world, bringing an end to the battle. Amid the huge roar that was almost deaf, Dunhold Castle, the building made of giant stones, was turning into a dusty ground and stirring up and down, as if it was about to swallow the fortress. This huge building, which once symbolized all the sins and shames that Thar had fought unremittingly, was falling apart. When the earth finally calmed down, the once mighty Dunhold had scattered into gravels and tragic woods. Orc army formations and earth-shaking cheers came from the sky, while humans were staring at all with haggard and torment.

And Edras Blackmore, with the memories and hardships he brought to Thrall, was buried deep in the ruins.

Chapter 104 The Aftermath

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