As the orange sun emerged from the fortified city of Orgrimmar, in the mountains north of Durontar, Locke opened his eyes as he rubbed the yellow sunlight through the illuminated cage.

Perhaps he had just returned to land from the sea, and Locke slept very uncomfortably that night. Without the harassment of the sea and the sharks in the sea that wanted to eat him at any time, the night never stopped, but the carriage never stopped. But now, the carriage stopped.

When he woke up from his stupor, he was stunned by the chaotic layers of urban buildings in the huge valley in front of him! It's a lot more shocking than in the game!

Probably limited by the limited natural resources of Durotal, the city was built in the lowlands of a mountainous valley, and its dwellings were mainly made of wood and animal skins. The orc civilians used simple polished stone as the base of the house, with sharp and huge animal teeth as decoration, and thick animal fur as the wall of the house, decorating the thriving dwellings.

And around these dwellings are orcs who live peacefully, just like human civilians, hanging their prey and clothes outside the tent, most of these clothes are vests, big trousers, etc., and most of the orc women wear them like this. Orc children play games in groups of these tents, and some of them will come to see Locke from time to time.

But what caught Locke's attention the most was the caravans full of goods leading to all directions in this valley city and the windmills that appeared all over the valley.

In stark contrast, walls and watchtowers as military units are rare. Military buildings such as barracks are mostly made of huge logs and heavy stones, which are found in key parts of the city, but they are not common.

Locke noticed that from time to time, orc soldiers would pop out of their heads and look out of the distance with binoculars, but few orc soldiers appeared, and they didn't seem to pay as much attention to war as humans did.

In Locke's understanding, this is the yearning for peace in the orc society. It also represents a kind of expectation of Sal and his subordinates for this summit!

Pity... Locke shook his head...

In his current situation, it may be dangerous to show his identity, and who would believe the words of a gladiator?

Sighing, Locke continued to look at the main city of orcs and even tribes... Although these rough, brutal and exotic architectural habits had a great impact on Locke. But in contrast, Locke still likes the building like a human tofu block, even though he was a tribal player in his previous life...

After passing through several urn-like walled buildings, there were fewer caravans along the way, but gradually there were more shops representing the exchange of goods. Locke felt as if he had arrived at a place that resembled a trade fair.

Groups of tall male orcs with green skin and short teeth, or many of them small and only about the height of ordinary humans, either thin or strong and savage, carry their prey, or use ropes to lead their pigs or sheep and other captive animals to trade with those orcs, or goblins, minotaurs, etc.

Of course, Locke has also seen many humans like him, with their hands and feet tied, being sold like cattle by orcs...

In other words, it's not just humans. Because Locke had seen a lot of harpies, boar men, minotaurs, orcs, and so on in a cage and cowering in a corner. It seems that anything you can think of, as long as it can create economic value, will be sold here.

For Locke, it was no surprise.

The civilization of Iva under his rule is not low, but human trafficking still exists and cannot be cured. Many aristocrats were not only incomprehensible, but opposed to the abolition of prisoners of war and the slave trade that he had.

For them, losing the war was seen as a slave trade, and the reward for the victors was due. To put it nicely, so that the loser can survive at the hands of the winner.

Otherwise... You get the idea.

The convoy moved slowly forward, and Locke grabbed the cage fence and watched carefully. Contrary to what he had expected, many of the orcs no longer used the inefficient method of bartering. Some black-looking copper coins were frequently used among them, and they traded a variety of materials; There are finished and semi-finished hides, live or dead game, grown wheat, corn, wild mushrooms, fish, coarse linen, very little wool, etc.

Most of them have something to do with food and clothing, and I rarely see fruits such as bananas and apples, and I basically don't see the trade of swords and armor, and maybe I don't trade these things here. However, Locke still saw a lot of mineral trade, and these large quantities of goods were loaded by goblin merchants in many wagons and pulled away from the city.

Locke's caravan gradually detached from the avenue, and he saw many orcs trading with Rhaeggar, and then taking away the Kodor beast carriages, and finally only his own and the one that pulled the needs of daily life.

The orcs have crossed from nomads to farming...

Locke muttered silently in his heart. Before the invasion of Azeroth, the orcs were clans and tribes, conquering each other... This span is already fast.

Locke silently looked at the tribal orcs outside the cage, and some of them would look curiously at the elves and humans in the cage, and some of them were doing their own thing. The orc society did not make a splash about Locke's arrival as Locke thought, which made Locke a little disappointed... I think there have been quite a few humans who have been to this orc city, in one form or another...

After passing through a valley that had been excavated as if it had been inlaid out, the overhead was encased in a thick wall of rock, leaving only a little space for the valley to be able to see the movement around it, and the surrounding darkness became dark, and torches appeared on both sides of the road.

One after another black-robed hooded creatures appeared in the canyon, some entering the surrounding tent houses, others moving out of the way, looking at them with blue, dusk, or green eyes with faces that were not visible under the hoods.

Silent and silent, as if they were such people.

"This is the Dark Alley area, and our destination is almost there."

Broel finally woke up from pretending to be asleep, in fact, Locke had already found out about his awakening. It's just that he didn't say anything. After all, not everyone can accept the eyes of others looking at them like monkeys. Valella too, but she was clever enough to cover her head with the hood she was already wearing, covering her face.

"You've been here?"

"..."Bloor sat up and faced Locke, his blue eyes fixed on him, "Just like before, I've passed here in a cage more than once..."

Locke smiled and didn't speak, he was full of curiosity about the druid who had sold himself to the master gladiator. It's hard to imagine that a free man would sell his freedom... Or a great druid with great potential... And at the cost of dying at any time...

"You... Is it really a druid of the Night Elves? ”

Locke asked tentatively, but the remark made Bloor laugh.

"Have you ever seen an elf with antlers that isn't a druid?"

In the face of Bloor's rhetorical question, Locke smacked his lips, as if there really wasn't... There are only two elves with antlers, one is Malfurion Fury, and the other one is Bloel in front of him.

It is said that the druids with antlers are all extremely talented druid masters, but if they are really a master druid, why would they sell themselves to a slave trader? What would the Night Elf society think? What did the Cenarion Council think?

The main thing is that the relationship between the Night Elves and the Tribal Orcs is not very good right now because of the logging problem in Ash Valley.

"Murphy, I need to correct you." Broel sat down comfortably and said to Locke as he would in a normal chat, "We are elves, not night elves." Ever since we allied ourselves with you humans at the Battle of Mount Hyjal, you have always used to calling us that way to distinguish us from the Blood Elves. ”

"But in fact, we're just an elven race, and we've always called ourselves elves. As for them," Bloor turned to look at Valella lying on the ground, "you can call them whatever you want..."

"From the beginning when we were collectively called Cadore, to the people who left us and called themselves Queldore, to the current Sindore. They have been trying to change their history to be more in line with what they have in mind. ”

"They're a fickle and scheming... Dissent among us. After thinking for a moment that Bloor had chosen a better word to describe the Blood Elf, Valella, who was pretending to be asleep, snorted coldly and did not get up to refute.

"This is one of the reasons why we expelled them in antiquity, and not just because they studied and used arcane magic. But this is also true, because of the study of arcane magic, we elves have brought too many disasters to our own race and this planet. ”

It's like heresy in the courtroom... This is easy to understand, because being in a high position and coming into contact with a large number of things that ordinary people can't reach, things that should be tried their best to resist, will slowly passively accept and become interested in research, and if you study more, you may become addicted to it, so as to do things that do not conform to your identity.

Locke could understand why Darth Rema Sunstrider would rather break away from the elves and lead the upper elves who followed him away, rather than choose arcane magic. Not every elf can resist the desire for arcane magic, after all, the power and allure of arcane magic is too great.

With her hood draped over her head, Valera stared disdainfully at the receding ground, full of Bloor's denigration of her race. She secretly swore that she must teach him a lesson, as a consequence of her constant denigration of her own race!

While chatting, the carriage passed through a thick wall, and the light suddenly became abundant.

Locke covered his eyes at once, and by the time his eyes adjusted to the light around him, the carriage had come to a valley with waterfalls, lakes, and a large number of military-like buildings. Huge wolves with shiny black hair howled restlessly as they were pulled by the orc soldiers. Farther away, one after another large wooden fortresses were built along the hill. Outside these buildings, wood-carved wooden training dummies are stuck in the doorways, where orcs slash with wooden swords.

Locke looked at it for a while, and most of the people who came and went here were soldiers in Orgrimmar military leather armor, orc adventurers with improvised shields and swords, a few goblins and boar people, and so on. As long as there is a non-human race, it is possible to encounter it here.

Kodomon paused for a moment and the carriage continued, and Rhaegar came from the front, following the cage and talking to them in the cage.

"This is the Valley of Power, humans. For your sake, we will stay here for a while. Rhaegar looked at Locke in the cage with a smile, "Although your skills are very good, you lack strength. Before officially entering the Arena of Doom..."

"See that? That arena? That's where you'll be living for the next few months," Rhaegar pointed to one of the tall domed buildings in the distance, "You need to be ready for battle there, it's not going to be easy for you, you'll have to adapt as soon as possible and help me earn enough money..."