"Lead the way, Hogg!"
Galen chose to trust Hogg's nose, letting him lead the way while remaining fully vigilant, in case of attacks from unknown creatures.
Passing through a new tunnel entrance, there were new tracks and mine carts inside, and the excavation marks on the tunnel walls were also slightly fresher.
Traveling through the tunnel was not easy. To avoid being discovered by the possibly present orc ogres, Galen kept the holy light illumination to a minimum, only able to see about a meter ahead.
He carefully avoided the randomly discarded stones and pickaxes on the ground, to ensure that he wouldn't make too much noise and alarm the enemy.
After countless turns and forks in the road, Galen and his team didn't encounter any more forks for a long time.
Galen guessed that they had entered the dungeon range of the Deadmines from later years.
After walking for a while, a slightly larger cave appeared. Hogg keenly stopped advancing, and Galen immediately extinguished the holy light illumination spell in his hand.
In this environment, gnolls with some animalistic characteristics were more agile than himself and the others. Their sense of smell was keen, and their hearing was even better.
"Master, there are creatures fighting ahead!"
Galen listened carefully, and sure enough, he faintly heard the sound of weapons colliding and desperate roars.
Signaling the knights to be on guard, Galen cast invisibility spells on himself and Hogg, and then slowly crept forward. After turning a corner, in a large cave, two groups of people were engaged in a fierce battle.
One side was a large fat man over three meters tall, with pink skin, bare-chested, with a big belly, wielding a large wooden club and beating down several orcs.
The skin color of these orcs was very strange, neither brown nor green, similar to stubborn green mixed into black ink.
Blackrock clan orcs, only they have this peculiar color. The traditional black skin has been stained green after being corrupted by fel energy.
Why are these two sides fighting? Theoretically, they should be a group. As far as Galen knew, the main force of the orcs invading Azeroth brought many native races from Draenor, and ogres were one of them.
Several Blackrock orcs were outnumbered and had their heads smashed by the ogre's large wooden club studded with iron nails. Then, they dragged the corpses by their hind legs and walked towards the depths of the mine.
Instructing Hogg to return to the knights, Galen continued to follow in stealth.
Ogres are a native race of Draenor. Their origins are similar to the iron vrykul of Azeroth evolving into flesh vrykul, humans. And ogres are the product of the gronn degenerating into ogre magi and then further degenerating.
It is said that orcs were formed by the degeneration of ogres. Later, ogres enslaved orcs, so the two sides were sworn enemies. It was only later that Draenor entered its countdown to destruction that the two sides jointly invaded Azeroth.
What's going on with this Hope Mine? Isn't it far from the border, located in the hinterland of the western wilderness? How did it form a scene where humans, ogres, and orcs gather?
Damn, these ogres are really unhygienic, dragging the corpses of the Blackrock orcs on the ground, leaving a long trail of blood, and the stench makes Galen sick.
Fortunately, they soon stopped in the next large cave. The leading ogre threw the corpse into a corner of the cave, not knowing whether it was disposed of or kept as food.
At this time, Galen vaguely heard the ogres talking. Without hesitation, he cast Arcane Intellect and then sprinkled Flavor Pockets to strengthen his invisibility, and walked into the cave.
"Are those Father's pursuers? Rak'Zho?" a deep female voice asked.
"Yes, Mistress, they are Blackrock scouts," the ogre named Rak'Zho replied, but he scratched his head Silly and continued, "But Rak'Zho feels that they are not looking for us. They seemed very strange when they saw me and my people here, and they were not prepared for us, so we ambushed them first to end the battle smoothly."
"Not here to find us? Would my brutal father-in-law let me and Griselda go?" another ogre said, sounding like the leader. His aura was relatively weak, and he should be injured, but judging from the situation, Galen guessed that his strength should not be low before.
"Turok, my dear, do you remember the group of humans we encountered a few months ago?" The deep female voice appeared again, and said information that Galen was interested in. He stuck his head out and was stunned.
What's the situation? In the cave illuminated by the fire, Galen saw a dark brown-skinned female orc snuggling on the shoulder of the injured ogre.
Oh my eyes, I really want to wash my eyes!
Quickly retracting his head, he decided to just listen to the voices and not peek.
The ogre leader Turok's weak voice sounded again: "Who was that bald human? That damn guy was quite strong, and injured me badly, but he didn't get any advantage either. My axe was enough for him."
"My dear, don't be angry. They are blocked by us in the deepest part of the mine. That old man is seriously injured and lacks the help of healing professions. He won't recover so easily. When you get better, we will kill them all!" The female orc named Griselda's voice was full of resentment.
"His followers are quite strong, otherwise they would have all been killed by me and my people, and they wouldn't have had a chance to hurt the leader!" The silly voice of Rak'Zho, who had spoken at the beginning, argued.
Hearing this, Galen had gathered all the information he needed, and he reconstructed what had happened in the mine.
Sir Lothar led his followers to track the thieves all the way, and after entering this mine, they encountered the daughter of the Blackrock orc chieftain and her adulterous ogre Turok who eloped. After a battle, both sides were injured. Sir Lothar retreated to the depths of the mine, while the ogres stopped in the depths of this mine.
The group of Blackrock scouts just now came to meet the thieves, but they didn't expect to encounter the betrayed ogres. These scouts didn't have enough information and thought they were their own people, and finally lost their lives.
Warchief Blackhand of the Horde, his daughter eloped with an ogre, this plot is amazing!
But this is not impossible, after all, there is such a clan in Draenor, called the Mok'Nathal clan, which is a hybrid of orcs and ogres. The later orc hero, Rexxar, came from this clan.
A forbidden love across races, centuries of hatred, across time, from Draenor to Azeroth, and across worlds.
Wonderful.
Galen slowly retreated back to the knights, and at the same time, through the connection of the Origin Heart, summoned the knights in the other nine teams, and asked them to quickly gather towards him.
Just kidding, there are at least a hundred ogres in that cave just now, am I supposed to charge in with a small team of six people?