The life of a traditional orc is to hunt all year round, or fight and cut people except in winter, and only in winter when there is nowhere to go, they use the accumulated food to survive the winter. If you have nothing to do, you can snap and snap, or hold gladiatorial matches in the clan's tent.

Thrall, who had no choice, threw the part of the Nagrand orcs that could cause the most trouble and had the least food reserves to the Northlands, which was also a helpless move.

If you don't send these guys here, they'll have to do the traditional thing - steal and rob. There are foreigners who rob foreigners, and if there are no foreigners, they will attack 'their own people'. Anyway, in the eyes of these uncivilized orcs, only those of their own clan are their own people, and most of them do not have the concept of 'big orcs'.

I have to say, throwing the burden to the alliance, by the way, to show the sincerity of the tribe, if you can take advantage of the war to get rid of some of the thorns that have made too much trouble, this can be regarded as killing three birds with one stone.

Of course, the alliance will not be so stupid X, just raising 200,000 orcs for them to eat and drink for nothing.

Duke uses a divide-and-conquer approach. Those small clans in the tribe who have little status directly issue them weapons enchanted with holy light, and each hundred people are equipped with an alliance paladin, and take them to various places to take over the clean-up work of the alliance soldiers.

The Scourge has been operating in Northrend for 20 years, and it can be said that pits have been dug everywhere, but any corpse without a guardian has been turned into an undead.

Especially in the two places of Zudak and Eldraine Nirub: the Zudak area is full of altars, and the complex, narrow labyrinth of low and low is impossible to transport heavy equipment. It is likely that dozens of corpses are crammed into an inconspicuous crack, and they will come out to do something without paying attention.

The Spider Kingdom is even more troublesome, in the past, when the big spider fought against the Scourge Legion, once it was not enough to fight, it would dig a hole and run away. As a result, there is a chaotic labyrinthine of small passages below, which can only rely on the infantry.

Either these can only be filled with human lives, or they must be filled with elites.

After so many months of fighting, the Union soldiers were generally tired. The dwarves who were originally good at tunnel warfare, Duke was even more reluctant to let them be consumed as big soldiers.

This kind of melee combat is a good place to give full play to the combat power of orcs.

Of course, there are also more arrogant clans among the orcs, such as the mocking skull, who refuse to enter the small pits to play games with the bones, and are only willing to participate in head-on battles.

For such a guy, Duke waved his hand, respecting history very much, and made the [Silver Tournament Arena] out of the high ground between the Storm Cliff and the Icecrown Glacier. This huge arena is divided into a Candidate Arena, a Silver Warrior Arena, and a Champions Arena.

So many gladiatorial arenas are just to vent the excess energy of those orcs who claim to be brave.

Duke is very thoughtful to divide the use time of the gladiatorial arena into a special time for orcs, a special time for the alliance, and a time for communicating with each other, so that these guys with excess energy can not only fight each other, but also unite with the outside world to win glory for the clan.

Since it's a gladiatorial arena, there must be an audience, right?

If there is no audience, there will be no atmosphere!

If you want to enter, you have to charge an entrance fee, right?

Do you want drinks and popcorn?

It doesn't matter if the orcs don't have money, the alliance uniformly pays the orc soldiers according to the standards of the alliance soldiers. Of course, there are no other benefits.

Orcs can take Araso coins to the cafeteria to buy extra food, or even save up to buy better gear for themselves.

It doesn't matter if the tribal warriors don't know how to make money except fighting, they can bet.

Well, the biggest official gambling dealer in the league is none other than the Marcus family.

It doesn't matter if you lose it all, the orcs can still work part-time, such as sparring with Alliance soldiers or something, which is regarded as training the Alliance's recruit eggs.

It's a bit of a dangerous job, like cooperating with Mimiron to test the combat power of the mechanical gnomes or something.

Anyway, these orcs have unknowingly become accustomed to the economic system of the Alliance......

Duke's approach is so high-sounding, so fair and open, that Varok Sarufar, as the commander of these 200,000 orcs, can't find fault at all.

Although he remembered Sal and Woking's advice to always keep an eye on Duke, he sighed.

Time stepped into the door of darkness on January 1, 26 New Year's Day.

For the orcs, they don't have any concept of a New Year, but the Alliance is not, and a large group of soldiers who have crossed the ocean and have to spend the New Year on another continent have begun to celebrate the New Year.

In order to alleviate the homesickness of the soldiers, Duke also showed kindness and opened the magic net with all his might on this day. Hundreds of military camps in Northrend, large and small, were set up to make magical communication devices, allowing them to make outstanding contributions to the Northern Expedition, and meritorious soldiers were able to make a five-minute ultra-long-distance video call with their families.

This move directly raised Duke's reputation, which seemed to be too high.

Wherever you go, you can hear soldiers shouting 'Long live Duke Marcus!'.

A series of civilization and cultural inputs from the Alliance are imperceptibly influencing these orcs from the wild world......

After New Year's Day, the gladiatorial arena opened again.

After a long period of preparation, the main event finally came to Cairo, which is commonly known as the 'Crusader Trial'.

The most powerful hunters of the Alliance and the Horde, since the Colosseum was built, have braved the cold, capturing some powerful beasts from all over Northrend and throwing them into the Colosseum to challenge the warriors of the Alliance and the Horde.

Injuries are inevitable during the challenge, but death is rare, and a group of priests of the alliance are on standby by the gladiatorial arena area, as long as they are not hung on the spot, they can pull their lives back with only one breath.

It's just that the most powerful beasts have been left until now.

Without Duke's permission, the guys below gave him 10,000 dares not to let a monster of this level mess around.

On this day, the leaders sitting in the grand bench next to the championship arena were Duke, Gianna, and Sarufar, father and son, and Garrosh Hell, who looked like everyone owed him tens of thousands of dollars.

"Yo, Duke, does he have a grudge against you?" said Gianna teasing Duke in the magic message.

"Is he worthy?" said Duke, chuckling, "but he'll be a very good pawn." Simple, irritable, and rough, any chess player will love such a piece, even if the piece is the opponent's. ”

Gianna's eyes fluttered, and she smiled silently.

Over there, Garrosh was even more upset: "Duke Marcus ......"

Originally, Garrosh was going to call Duke like this, but Varok Sarufar snorted coldly: "Add the word 'Your Excellency' to show respect!"

Garrosh's lungs are about to explode, and the hateful thing is that he is now only the chief of the Warsong Clan, and Varok is here to represent Thrall.

He gritted his teeth very unconvinced, and even his fangs "clicked" before he squeezed out the word "Your Excellency" between his teeth.

"Oh, what's the matter?" said Duke, who had just heard him speak.

"Is there anything the Alliance can't say in front of a tribal warrior?"