CHAPTER 154: WOW: 154 THE SPLIT OF THE ELVES

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In the prisoner camp, Samuro was telling about his experiences, the unfair treatment he encountered in the Fire Blade Clan, the abnormal behavior of the tribe recently, and his pursuit of honor. All of this did not seem to cause much response. The defeated orcs were bound by iron chains, and the influence of the devil’s blood had not yet worn off, and they still had a bad temper.

Alsace came to the prisoner camp alone. Emilice did not follow him, but took a short rest. She had just done it with Alsace while standing. No matter it was windy or rainy, they would do it once, using the name of treatment to commit adultery. There was no need to express the thoughts in the heart. Being together at this time was enough. They both knew each other’s feelings, and that was enough.

Samuro shook his head at Alsace in shame, "Master, it has no effect. They still don’t believe me."

Arthas patted Samuro on the shoulder. The muscles of this Beast Sword Master were extremely exaggerated. The muscles in his arms were even thicker than those of some thinner elves, and they were angular. It was hard to imagine the explosive power contained in them.

"Don’t worry, just let me do it."

Walking into the prisoner camp, Arthas looked at the orcs who were still looking at him with angry eyes. There were male orcs and female orcs, all of them looked at him with hatred, eager to tear him into pieces. Facing so many orcs, he was not moved at all, and even wanted to laugh a little.

"Haha, interesting, really interesting."

Arsas walked slowly to a higher place and looked at the orcs with a hint of sarcasm on his face. "Should you call you beasts or orcs?"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the orcs started to get furious and kept fighting. Some even rushed towards Alsas. He simply picked up his shield to block the orcs and bounced them back. "You still have strength? Very good, then continue to eat."

All the orcs had no food to eat, not even a drop of water. Arthas didn’t even explain, and he didn’t even plan to communicate with them until they were so hungry that their eyes were red. They were just a group of slaves, and he would conquer them instead of building relationships with them.

Compared to these warriors, other orc laborers surrendered quickly. They were relatively weak among the orcs, unable to become warriors, and had the lowest status in the clan. Survival is the law of nature, and weak orcs should be bullied and dominated.

"The system of the orc clan is outdated. Are the laborers considered human? In the eyes of most clans, the laborers are not human, but slaves. You think you should be a slave, right?"

"I want to get rich food. Can I be guaranteed to eat enough every day?"

"Do you want to get married after you start working?"

"Do you want to be respected and become a respected person in the clan?"

As Arthas spoke, he used holy light to heal the orc laborers. "These are all correct. Any intelligent creature will have its own ideals. Without them, they are slaves. The honor of orcs has been lost. Those orcs lost in killing are no longer worthy of being called orcs. They should be called beasts. Submit to me, and I will give you the status of a clan. If you obey my rule, I will make sure you are well fed and well clothed after your work. No matter how big a mistake you make, as long as you sincerely repent and undergo labor education, you can be redeemed!"

The holy light descended and healed the injured orcs, even the orc who lost a leg. These old laborers have rich experience as craftsmen, so it is best to let them teach. Classroom? The apprentice’s classroom is to watch the old master work and explain, listen and do it, instead of sitting in the classroom and dozing off.

"I am willing to submit to my master."

"I would, too."

"I do."

"I object!"

Puff! Arthas drew his sword and chopped off the head of a somewhat violent beastman laborer. Blood was still dripping from his sword. "Then go to hell. I won’t kill you because you are still useful. If you serve me, I can give you safe shelter and food. If you oppose me, then go to hell."

Decisive killing is the best way to rule the orcs. Arthas’s cruelty makes all the orc laborers tremble. The occasional mercy from the powerful superiors will make them grateful and tearful. This is the fate of the ruled lambs. Being a lamb honestly and not thinking about making trouble is the best fate.

Samuro was stunned, and when he left the prisoner camp, he asked, "Master, why did they surrender so easily? I can feel that they surrendered sincerely."

The orcs still understand the orcs, and know what it feels like for a laborer to submit, even if it is to submit to humans.

"The pursuit is different."

Alsace smiled mysteriously. He had learned from the conversation that the treatment of the hard laborers was worse than that of dogs, they were really beasts. And now if they were given a little sweetness, they would become lackeys in essence. What did it matter? In essence, the difference between slaves was whether they were worse than dogs or almost the same as dogs.

The next day, when Liresa was leaving with her people, some members of the Windrunner family were unwilling to leave. Instead, they insisted on staying, and were willing to leave the high elves and Quel’Thalas for this.

"Give me a reason, Maria."

Liresa looked at the family members in front of her. She was not from the Windrunner family, but her parents had served the Windrunner family before, so she was also considered a member of the Windrunner family, an extra staff member, and liked magic. Rangers and magic were not in conflict. Whether using bows and arrows or magic, they were treated equally, and they were all power.

"I have already sacrificed myself for Quel’Thalas once, and it was the prince of Lordaeron who brought me back from the brink of death. I chose to follow him, which was the enlightenment of life. My lord, you also taught us before that we should follow our own path, and you also chose your own path to become a ranger instead of a mage. Now, I want to choose my own path."

Maria is a magician with silver magic and an elf wreath headdress, who is obsessed with power. However, because she is attached to the Windrunner family, she cannot get any guidance from the Silvermoon City Magic Council. Until now, she has only learned some simple fireball and ice cone spells. Some advanced magic knowledge is not taught to her at all, which makes her very unhappy and angry.