This orc is about thirty or forty years old, which is the golden age of an orc.
He had a thick waist and round limbs, and his back hunched like an orangutan looked like that of other orcs.
The only difference was that he was dressed in a fine red copper armor that matched the color of the braids on his chin.
He wore a typical orc hairstyle, with shaved hair and only a short braid on the back of his head.
"Sock, what's the matter?"
Tuga?
Rune Totem stood up from his seat and asked familiarly.
This orc is the manager of the crossroads, or the defense officer—but he doesn't care about collecting taxes or managing the camp, and instead focuses most of his attention on keeping it safe, which is undoubtedly a wise thing to do, since orcs are mostly good at anything other than fighting.
"We're in trouble, Tuga," Sock said with a grim face, "I'm here to ask Lord Bloodhoof for help. ” "As allies, it's our obligation," Bane also stood up, "and it's our duty." ” "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Bloodhoof."
Sock walked over and spread his arms.
He had never liked a minotaur more than he did now.
Of course, he didn't hate them before, and in a land that wasn't his homeland, the orcs would hardly find an ally as gentle and forgiving as the Minotaurs, but not lacking in wildness and bravery.
"Call me Bane, friend," Bane said with a smile as he hugged the orc's wide-mouthed shoulder, "Tell me, what's going on?"
” At his invitation, Sock joined them at the table.
Thankfully, the Minotaur-style table was big enough for the six of them — Bane, Dezco, Tuga, Diego and Masrae, and Sock — to sit around.
"Just before you arrived at the crossroads, I received a call for help from the forward outpost.
They were attacked there, and they were about to lose their hold.
Sock sat down and took the glass from his boss.
I took a big sip.
"Then why don't we send reinforcements?"
Bane asked, puzzled.
"Because I'm not sure if it's a trap, maybe it's just a feint.
This is where their real target is.
Sock said worriedly.
Everyone fell silent, because what the orcs said was true, and if this was the case, the crossroads would be unlucky.
It's not as simple as taking a few shipments of goods, and maybe this important camp will be completely destroyed as a result.
"Did the messenger tell you who the attackers were?"
Diego interjected.
Sock looked at Diego with some surprise, it was clear who this human was in this team.
Not as low as he thought he would be—a slave or a captive.
"Diego is the Minotaur's best friend, and he has helped us a lot selflessly."
Bane said with a smile.
It's a very clear statement – in the eyes of the Minotaur, Diego is credible.
"The attackers were centaurs, but there were also some wild boar people."
Smiling apologetically at the human, Thork said.
"In this way, it is very likely that the real target of these attackers is the crossroads."
Diego thought for a moment and said.
"Why?"
Sock asked suspiciously, in fact, not only him, but most of the other people's eyes were full of puzzlement.
"Frontier outposts.
As you can tell from its name, this is a military fortress, break it if you say.
It didn't do much good - the weapons and equipment obtained were not enough to cover the cost of the attackers.
Diego explained, glancing at Sock as he was listening, and added, "I believe that fierce orc warriors know how to make their deaths more worthwhile." ” People suddenly realized that although many people understand this truth, they can't understand it for a while.
Sock raised his glass towards Diego.
"Hats off to you, to what you know about us, you're the first human I've ever met who doesn't think we're savage green-skinned monsters."
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"They—I mean other humans who are prejudiced against us—always think that a dead orc is a good orc!"
” "Actually.
That's pretty much what I think.
Diego said in his heart, because as far as he knew.
There are many peace-loving orcs among them, but they are only a minority, and most of the others are simple-minded, rough and aggressive.
However, for the sake of his goal, he had to consider it from the standpoint of the orc in front of him.
"But we must also guard against those robbers who are really going to attack the forward outposts, although they can't do anything eight ~ nine times out of ten, we can't take it lightly."
Diego thought for a moment and continued.
"You couldn't be more right," said Sock without hesitation, noting that Diego had used the word "we", much to his satisfaction, "and the Courier said that something was different this time. ” He turned around and glanced around, but most of the people eating in the lobby of the inn were people from the Minotaur Mission.
He lowered his voice and said, "There seem to be orcs among those attackers!"
” "Damn, why didn't you just say that!"
Diego asked, a little angrily.
The others, including Masrae, looked at him in surprise, thinking he was making some fuss.
But at the mention of the orcs attacking the orc outpost, Diego immediately remembered the remnants of the old tribe that had hidden in the dark corners of Durontar - the Fireblade Clan.
The Fireblade Clan was one of all the orc tribes that invaded Azeroth, and during the Second Orc War, the orc clan was devastated and disappeared.
For a long time after that, it was thought that they were completely destroyed, however, after Thrall founded a new tribe, some remnants of the Fireblade clan began to operate in Durotar again, but they still followed the same methods of the old tribes - tyrannical, chaotic, bloodthirsty, cruel, and they attacked the orcs of Orgrimmar and the humans of Theramore at the same time, trying to provoke war between the two again.
However, although some people say that there is a demon shadow in this, who can say for sure that the Fireblade Clan is innocent, you know, after the orcs drank the demon's blood, the number of warlocks in this orc tribe that was originally rich in sword saints was second only to Guldan's Raiding Clan, is there no reason?
However, for Diego, who knows the ins and outs of all this, he can't explain it to everyone at all, he is not a mage who is good at prophecy, nor is he a shaman prophet who can communicate with the elements, and he is not a bronze dragon who can trace the river of time, if he really tells all this, he will only be regarded as hysteria by people who have drunk too much!
Luckily, Sock wasn't surprised as to why Diego was so angry, as he was equally furious when he first heard the news - he felt extremely ashamed of the orcs who had attacked his own people.
"There are too many doubts about this attack itself, you know, the boar people have never worked with centaurs, they themselves have been victims of centaur robbery, how could they possibly act with them?"
"There's definitely a conspiracy here, and that's all I can see." ” Diego and Bane looked at each other, and they remembered the Centaur raid in the Sweetwater Oasis, and everything seemed very strange.
"Anyway, we have to go to the forward post and have a look, maybe once we get there, we'll know the truth of the matter."
Bane said solemnly, he already understood the purpose of this orc.
"That's it, just look at it and understand it."
Dezko on the side patted the table and said, in his eyes, all problems can be solved after a fight.
"But man, you know......" the orc said with some embarrassment.
"No problem, we're happy to help our allies, especially when they're in trouble."
Bane interrupted him and said boldly.
For the Minotaur Mission, it's all along the way anyway, and they don't mind catching up faster.
"So what are we waiting for?"
Dezko got up from his seat impatiently and shouted around, "Guys, hurry up and finish eating, we have work to do!"
(To be continued.) )