Menethil's Power

Chapter 193 Sal, come out and face your fate
Moretal is undoubtedly a qualified elder. With the company and guidance of this old shaman, Thrall's life in the shelter began.

Unlike the so-called "Alliance keeps the fire for the tribe" criticized by later generations, of course Lordaeron will not serve these orc captives with good food and drink. The system of shelters has been completely perfected, and the orcs wandering in Lordaeron are basically expelled. After arriving in the snow-capped mountains and jungles, an "Orc labor plan" proposed by Isaacs and finally perfected and implemented by Lord Prestor was promulgated as a basic solution to the problems existing in the shelter.

According to this decree, any citizen of Lordaeron can pay a small salary to hire no more than 50 orc prisoners of war to engage in low-skilled and high-intensity work such as transportation, logging, and mining.

As Isaacs said when he made this suggestion, pure killing is meaningless, the orcs must atone for their sins, and they must rebuild everything they destroyed.

The fact is indeed true, Lordaeron is still in a state of mainly using human and animal power at this time, although nearly half of the battles of the Second War took place in this land, leaving many areas in a devastated state.Even if an orc worker wears a heavy anklet, he can do at least twice the workload of an ordinary human worker, and the salary they demand is only one-third of the normal worker. With this group of absolutely cheap labor to join , Lordaeron's national strength began to recover rapidly, laying a good foundation for possible changes in the future.

Most of these microblog remunerations obtained by the orc laborers are used as the salary of the shelter guards, the daily expenses of maintaining the shelter, and as taxes handed over to the kingdom, and the rest will be used for the food expenses of all the orcs. Anyway, these green Guys with skin can live for a long time by eating dirt, as long as there is no large-scale death kingdom, they will not be held accountable, so the cost of food can be said to be quite small.
As for the orcs themselves?They don't need to be paid because they have nothing to spend their money on.

So it is an astounding fact that the Asylum is not wasting taxpayers' gold as most people think, on the contrary, the Asylum is even slowly turning a profit while playing a huge role in rebuilding Lordaeron.

What a horrible system of exploitation.This shows how shameless it is for Lordaeron to ask the allies to bear the cost of the shelters under the manipulation of Prestor, because 90% of the shelters are in Lordaeron.

Thrall's human teacher taught him political science and economics. Although he didn't understand why his master would allow him to learn these things, little Thrall's vision had undoubtedly broadened a lot. He was very smart, so he could see that this "orc" The malice and strictness of the labor system".And when he found out that the attitude of the orcs in the shelter was not to resist, but to put on those heavy shackles willingly, he had great doubts.

"Why do they know that this kind of labor is hardly paid to do?" Thrall couldn't help asking Moretal, "Why don't they resist? On average, a guard needs to guard twenty orcs. Can kill him easily, does the blood of the devil really completely weaken their will to fight?"

"Resistance?" Moretal sneered, "Not to mention that the orcs who still retain the consciousness of resistance have already escaped or died on the way to escape, you think the human defense force is only the few useless guards you saw ? Every orc shelter has at least the same number of regular troops stationed around them. They are full of hatred for orcs, just waiting for a legitimate opportunity to slaughter orcs, resist? They welcome you to resist."

The old shaman looked at the orc laborers who started to move slowly under the scolding of the human supervisor, "As for why these people are willing to work for humans, it's even simpler. Labor is the only way for them to temporarily leave this damn place. , and they will get normal food that is enough to fill their stomachs during labor, and their family members don’t have to eat any disgusting white paste during this time, with so many benefits, do you think they will refuse?”

Thrall was silent, he didn't know how to answer, when an intelligent creature was in great trouble, his definition of happiness would be pitifully low.

The old shaman shook his head, "The blood of the devil is only an external factor. In fact, since Draenor began to be broken, our race has already entered the abyss. A race that destroys its own world without scruples is actually trying to destroy other worlds. Heh——" the old shaman issued a tone with extremely rich meanings, and then continued:
"Doomhammer ended the dark rule of the Shadow Council. He is a hero, but heroes can make mistakes, and Doomhammer's mistake is self-righteously believing in Gul'dan's submission, and this is also the reason for our complete defeat," the old man said. The shaman coughed violently twice, "Doomhammer inspires the will of other orcs with survival and glory, but now that we are defeated, humans have 'mercifully' spared our lives, allowing our race to continue; as for Glory, when Draenor raised the slaughter knife to Draenei, the orcs had no glory. Since survival and glory must be fought for, why do these people fight?"

Thrall felt his head was in a mess and didn't know how to answer.

"We are making atonement." The voice of the old shaman carried a hint of sadness. "Not only are we making atonement for the suffering we have brought to this world, but we are also making atonement for Draenor, which is almost destroyed by us."

That ended the discussion of the asylum, but the old shaman's hoarse, mournful voice remained in Thrall's memory forever, to the end of his life.

Half a month ago, the old shaman Moretal's body became weaker and weaker, and his life had almost come to an end. Thrall was helpless about his condition. He tried to ask the guards to invite a healer, but was met with He sneered mercilessly, "Why, do you still want to ask a priest to heal the evil and dirty orcs with holy light?"

Thrall had no choice but to quietly wait by Moretal's side and accompany him through the last moments.

Moretal was dying, and suddenly glowed with a different kind of radiance. Obviously, it was time for him to return to his glory.The old shaman suddenly grabbed Thrall's hand tightly, "You told me that you were taken as a slave by the human prince, but you were expelled here because you disturbed the human princess?" He asked eagerly.

Thrall nodded.

"Then you will most likely return to the human palace. Promise me that when you face your master again, you must be humble enough and keep this humility until you obtain his Trust me completely, and when the time comes, I will find a way to save our people, promise me!" The old shaman almost roared.

Thrall nodded solemnly, tears filling his eyes.

Mortal was relieved, and let go of Thrall's hand, "We want to atone for our sins, but we can't atone for them forever, and you may be our last hope..." The voice of the old shaman became deeper and deeper , His eyes slowly lost their brilliance.

Thrall knew that his soul had returned to the arms of his ancestors.

Putting away the memories, Thrall no longer stared at the gray sky, he stretched out a finger, and the slightest electric spark jumped at his fingertips.After getting along for nearly a month, he had already communicated with the elements under Moretal's teaching, but the old shaman didn't have time to teach him more things.

A sadness spread in his heart again.

There was an annoying "croaking" sound in the sky, and a gray-feathered crow suddenly flew over the shelter. It hovered for a while, and landed five or six meters in front of Sal. The pitch-black beak kept touching the ground. Pecking, like looking for scattered grass seeds.Thrall noticed that the crow's eyes were a strange violet color.

It is already extremely unusual for a crow to appear here. The orcs who are short of food have already eaten all the animals near the shelter. Thrall also saw someone digging for insect eggs in the ground a few days ago. .Therefore, this crow shouldn't have just flown in front of Thrall. It should have been stoned down by the orcs as soon as it approached the shelter and eaten raw with its feathers.

However, what is amazing is that all the orcs except Thrall seem to have not seen the existence of this crow.

Thrall stared at it without blinking. Although the behavior of this crow so far was no different from ordinary crows, Thrall keenly felt its unusualness. The young orc seemed to have heard a call: go Face your fate, Thrall...

"Sarl! Thrall! Who's Sal?" One after another noisy shouts interrupted Thrall's almost dreamlike feeling, and the crow was so disturbed that it flew away in a hurry.

Thrall also regained his composure, "I am!" said loudly.

The soldier who was shouting was a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old. He carefully looked at this green-skinned monster with an immature face but was already bigger than him, "Your name is Thrall? You sent it from the Lordaeron Palace. here?"

"That's right." Thrall affirmed.

The young soldier breathed a sigh of relief, "Follow me." He led Sal out of the camp. When he saw a middle-aged man wearing a high-ranking officer's uniform, the young soldier who had been barely keeping his face suddenly beamed with joy. stand up.

"Warden, I have found His Royal Highness Isaacs's slave!"

(End of this chapter)