"I need your help!" Old Tang stared at the old orc who was constantly changing his face in front of him, and said earnestly.

Lao Tang is not a reckless person like his younger brother Anak. Naturally, he will not attempt to rely solely on the caravan's teammates of less than ten people to carry out this dangerous and difficult task without caring off. Manpower! The key to this internal response is manpower! Without sufficient manpower, everything is empty! Orc prisoners of war who cannot organize a sufficient scale and cooperate with the orc army outside the city, and the possibility of success of the mission is infinitely close to zero! Lao Tang is not a naughty young man who does not understand the world. From his own questioning to the present, the orc gladiators in the entire cell are obviously following the old orc horse in front of him!

Needless to mention that this old orc with short beards and hair tied and naked upper body covered with scars, either has superb combat power and is respected or has a considerable prestige among the orcs. At this moment, it is necessary to find a leader among the group of gladiators to help him integrate these gladiators and transform these combat powers into key forces in this mission.

The old orc thought carefully for a moment, and spoke in response to Lao Tang's burning gaze: "Evidence, Taurus! Only by taking out evidence to prove your identity can we believe your words! Only by trusting the chief and brothers to come to save us! We... can help you!" The old orc's words are understandable. Anyone who suddenly hears such exciting news from a foreigner will feel hesitant and question the authenticity of the news.

Lao Tang did not say much, and escaped a bronze plate armor handguard and a bronze medal seal from his magic backpack at his waist, and threw it to the old orc through the fence of the cell. These two items were handed to Lao Tang by the tribe chief Orgrim * Destruction Hammer to Lao Tang before leaving - the hand armor that Orgrim * Destruction Hammer had worn for many years and the token of the tribe chief!

"This... is the Chief of the Hammer of Destruction!!! It's really the Chief of the Great Chief! The Chief hasn't forgotten us yet!" When the old orc saw these two objects, hesitation and hesitation were all thrown into the outer realm Drano (I originally wanted to write about running away from the sky).

The old orc, with tears in his eyes, tremblingly took the two tokens and roared at the orcs in the cell: "Brothers, the chief has led our tribe to rescue us! We will soon break this cage and make those human cubs pay the price!" The old orc's words caused the imprisoned compatriots around him to shout excitedly. If the sound insulation effect of the big iron gate and the underground cell was very deep, Old Tang would have been worried that he would be alert because of this voice that made the guards discover Lao Tang's plan in advance!

The strong old orc didn't care what Old Tang was thinking at this moment. He was about to be "unexpected" by this exciting news, and his mind was full of excitement and joy of regaining freedom! His high fighting spirit and urgent desire to fight were once again filled with his blood. The old orc choked through the fence and shouted excitedly at the fully armed old Tang: "From now on, all orcs here are for you to send! All orcs obey your command!"

"Brick Blade of Blood Guard and 244 Beasts and soldiers of the Orcs applied to return to the team, sir!" The strong and resolute old orc, who was covered in scars representing glory, straightened his back and beat his chest to salute. At this moment, the old orc gladiator no longer exists, and instead standing in front of Lao Tang was the iron-blooded and resolute Blood Guard Blade!

"Gal, open the prison doors of all the orcs involved! The speed is fast!" Old Tang turned around and ordered the two-headed ogre standing beside him. The latter nodded silently. The large body, which was almost even larger than Old Tang, rushed out with a strange and flexible skill. His fat palm pinched a small lock-opening tool and brushed it twice and opened a prison door, and then quickly headed straight to the next target.

"Abeta, go to the stairs to guard! Tell me immediately if the guards have any movement!" Without caring about "appreciating" and marveling at the flexible skills and superb skills of the ogre thief "Gal", Lao Tang patted the troll headhunter dressed neatly and hunched his back, and signaled him to go to the big iron gate to guard.

"Don't worry, Brother Good! If those fine and tender human guards dare to come down, I can blow them all over by myself!" The troll headhunter patted his chest and made a promise to Lao Tang, then turned around without hesitation and took a big step towards the stairs!

"Back back! I'll help you open it!" Looking at the iron fence where the orcs were imprisoned in front of you, the old Tang Dynasty waved his hand, unable to wait for the ogres to be unlocked one by one, so he decided to help him! However, although Old Tang is not a thief and cannot play those tricks without those exquisite techniques, Old Tang also has his own solution to these cage fences - power! Since he can't come "civilized", Old Tang doesn't mind relying on brute force to be a violent person!

Holding the two iron fences of the cell in front of him with both hands, Lao Tang put enough strength into his arms and pulled it to both sides. Amid the creaking metal twisting sound, the prison door of the cell that imprisoned the old orcs and his group of people was pulled open by Lao Tang, a big hole that was enough for Lao Tang to enter and exit easily!

Several orcs who were imprisoned did not care about surprise. They came out of the gap under the leadership of the old orc and soon gathered next to Lao Tang.

"Don't stand there, go find tools to help!" The old orc shouted loudly at the tribesmen who broke out of the cell, and then walked to the end of the basement corridor to pick up an iron stick with unknown use. When he walked to the door of a cell where the orcs were imprisoned, he struggled to lift the door.

The orc gladiators who had been rescued also followed suit and joined in the busy and busy. As more orcs escaped from the cell and turned around and took action to help each show their magical powers, more and more orcs were opened, and more orcs came out one after another. In a moment, dozens of cells in the entire underground cell were basically destroyed. More than 240 orc gladiators filled the originally spacious corridors and corridors!

Under Lao Tang's warning, these strong and high-spirited orcs tried hard to lighten their movements and prevent themselves from making too loud noises. The entire underground prison where the gladiators were imprisoned was surprisingly quiet, and only the heavy breathing of the orcs kept ringing.

Lao Tang thought about the prison gates that imprisoned gladiators of other races and decided to open them together. Perhaps because of the orc shelter here, even if the superstar gladiator competition is here, the human guards did not do too much. Except for orcs, most of the gladiators who are imprisoned here are ogres or trolls, which are not part of the human alliance. Most of these guys basically hate humans! Even if they are released, they will not choose to stand on the side of humans. On the contrary, these guys who are more or less unhate against humans, may help the orcs "break up" together under the temptation of regaining freedom!

In this situation where people are in urgent need of manpower, every power is rare! Even if these guys leave the cell and go their separate ways, they can help Lao Tang and his party share the attention of some of the human guards, involving a lot of sight and troops! Lao Tang will naturally not let go of these rare cannon fodder!

As Lao Tang expected, these gladiators released by the orcs did not cause any trouble for Lao Tang and his group after they were out of the cell, but gathered together in groups of three or three in the corner, quietly waiting for the development of the situation. What's more, there were several ogres standing next to the orcs with their fat belly and showing their choice. After all, these "fat people" were once allies of the orcs, members of the tribe, and brought to Azeroth by the orcs!

For this reason, Lao Tang also slapped his teammates, the two-headed ogres, and asked them to rely on their identity as the same clan to try their best to win over a group of elite "cannon fodder" with good combat power. Under Oggar's lobbying, more and more ogres were united, and a small group of more than 30 ogres began to grow! In the subsequent battle of the mission, these big guys with thick skin and strong impact might become another helper in Lao Tang's plan!

Relying on his tall height as if he was standing out in the flock, Old Tang looked around in the underground cell and slowly spoke in a low voice: "Orc Warriors, my teammates and I were instructed by the tribe chief Orgrim * Hammer of Destruction to come here to help you escape from this prison!" Old Tangton glanced at the orc warriors in front of him, and continued in an incitement tone:

"Behind that door is the sword of human beings, the army of human beings! But behind it is there hundreds of thousands of your enslaved compatriots! There is also freedom and glory!"

"Your tribe members are still waiting for you to rescue! The glory of the tribe is still waiting for you to pick it!"

"Maybe some of us will die today and return to the arms of our ancestors! Maybe some of us will never see the sun tomorrow again! But we are not afraid of the swords and dangers behind that door!"

"Because, no one can stop us from pursuing freedom! No one!"

More than 200 orc gladiators were incited by Lao Tang and their fighting spirit was high! The eyes were shining, and the orcs with desire for fighting were not scruples who would have made the guards alert, and they might have roared out loud! Looking at the orcs with high morale in front of them, Lao Tang knew-

The morale of the army is available!

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In the early morning, the darkest time before dawn had passed. The east was white, and in the dim morning light, everything on the Arachi Highlands was silent.

At this moment, Marshal Joseph Taroka, the commander of the Rapids Fort Legion stationed here, was leading a team of personal soldiers to inspect the city defense of the orc shelter. As a veteran human general who participated in World War II and survived by chance, he still remembered those tribes that had been hired in the Eastern Kingdoms and were almost unstoppable! He never let go of his guard against those green-skinned orcs! When the Lordaeron League decided to establish a shelter and imprison these orc prisoners, he was the most staunch opponent! However, others who had not yet been promoted to the rank of marshals at that time were slight, and had no say in front of the monarchs of the kingdom!

After the proposal of King Terenas, the Lordaeron monarch, passed, he cursed! Those who had not experienced that war and had not fought on the front line personally would never understand how terrifying the green skins were! Even if these orcs now turned into wolves like wild wolves that were stolen, walking dead! But wolves are wolves after all! As long as they were given a chance, they would eventually regain their bloodthirsty and cruel wildness and make a comeback!

In the eyes of this human marshal, the best solution is to kill all these green skins that bring countless hatred and pain to humans! Even if he is a noble paladin! Even if he believes in the merciful holy light! Such a terrifying thought will still grow wildly in his heart like spring grass!

As expected, the orcs have once again regained their wildness and desire to fight! Bad news came from all over the place that the shelters were destroyed and the orcs were robbed! In the lands where orcs were built in Hillsbrad Hills and the Arachi Highlands, the situation was once again tense, and the entire continent was covered with clouds of war, and war could break out again at any time! After receiving the order from his monarch and the King of Rapids Castle, he and his soldiers were stationed here, stationed in the last shelter on the Arachi Highlands to defend this place! Defend this place without being attacked by orcs!

Since the tribe took over the defense here, Marshal Joseph Taroka has to patrol carefully every day, guard against the enemy, and strive not to miss any omissions. He knows what he and his soldiers are going to face! They are those savage orcs who have regained their combat effectiveness again! They are the invincible tribal army! It is related to the lives of the soldiers and the safety of the human civilians in the shelter, and he cannot tolerate any carelessness!

What’s ridiculous is that I have worked so hard to make the battle that may break out at any time, the shelter guards and a group of decaying nobles are still intent on holding an arena gladiatorial competition! I even invited myself to visit it! It’s so stupid! This shelter will sooner or later be destroyed by these borers!

"Sir, look! What is that?" As Marshal Joseph Taroca's mind was twisting and thinking for a long time, a sharp-eyed soldier exclaimed at the horizon at the far end.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

The long and long horn sound faintly came from the distant horizon. I slowly looked up and saw a red battle flag rising from behind the low ridges in the south. What appeared immediately after the battle flag was a large forest of endless swords and axes, and the cold and cold blades almost reflected the gray and gloomy sky.

What appears later is the surging orc wave.

Thousands of soldiers, endless, tens of thousands of soldiers, grounded to the sky!

Tens of thousands of orc soldiers gathered into an endless green wave. Guided by the battle flag with red and black tattoos embroidered with tribal signs, they rolled down the low ridge and rolled forward. The frost wolf cavalry of the white warriors, the vanguard rider, was about to enter the range of the human guardian crossbow in the shelter, but the orc warriors of the rear army were still rising endlessly behind the ridge.

Joseph Taroca licked his chapped lips. He had followed the "Azeroth Lion" Anduin Lothar to fight against the powerful tribe, and now he felt a strange bitterness in his heart.

It’s an orc! The orcs arrived, and these green-skinned monsters finally formed the invincible army of tribes and rushed to the shelter of the Araxi Highlands!

Marshal Joseph Taroka, the commander of the Rapids Legion, saw the terrible scene that could only appear in nightmare and past memories! Even his brave and firm heart couldn't help but twitch suddenly. He touched the Holy Communion on his waist, and the human marshal who took the warhammer from behind, held the hammer handle of the warhammer with both hands tightly, but he didn't even notice that his fingers were white when he tried too hard. Looking at the whistling army of orcs, Paladin Joseph Taroka pulled his throat and shouted loudly in the surprised and panic expression of the soldiers:

"Roar the alarm bell! Let the troops gather at the fastest speed!"

"The Orcs... are here!"

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Chapter completed!