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It can only be said that "thinking every day and dreaming at night", the dialogue between the three hit his sore spot.

Stirred Thrall's sensitive nerves.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

Thrall, with bloodshot eyes, dragged his heavy steps, and pushed open the door of the principal's office.

He has thought a lot in the past three days.

But the more I thought about it, the more confused I became, and I finally decided to ask Pfister to find out.

In the darkest time of Thrall's life, it was the mentor who took him out of the sea of ​​suffering.

And with the teachings like sunshine, dispel the haze in his heart.

Therefore, in Thrall's view, Pfister is the most reliable and the only person who can solve the problem.

As early as the good news came from Valeera, Pfister was waiting for Thrall to come to his door.

I didn't expect that the other party would not come.

He thought Shyvana had messed things up.

I was about to think of a new method, but I didn't expect it to turn around.

Obviously Sal is not an ordinary person, and he is really tolerant.

Pfister has always encouraged his disciples to seek truth from facts.

Thrall didn't hide it, and quickly poured out the confusion in his heart.

He thought that a great sage like Pfister would be able to calm his restless heart.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't do this.

Now Pfister's eyes were wandering, and he directly served a bowl of poisonous chicken soup: "After all, you are a minority. The orcs committed serious war crimes more than ten years ago. Such a thing may be difficult to avoid."

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Chapter 232 Plantation]

Then Pfister added another fire: "You also know that you are not the only orc. If you understand what happened to your people in the concentration camp, you will understand that your life is already quite good."

Sal had heard sporadic legends about the concentration camps.

But Pfister strictly forbids such news to spread around him.

In addition, Thrall himself is a little like pretending to be an ostrich.

What is known is quite limited.

At this moment, he couldn't help asking in a strange way: "My clansman... where should I find out about this situation?"

Pfister did not expect the other party to be so upbeat.

The rhetoric that made him leave it to lead the topic was useless.

It can be regarded as saving a lot of tongue, and immediately smiled: "Come here tomorrow morning, I will take you there."

Thrall nodded heavily.

At this time, he had no idea that this trip to find his roots would kick off the curtain of the times.

This era is called the new tribe.

In the early morning of the next day, the two teleported away together.Came to a huge plantation.

Staring at the familiar castle in the distance, Thrall felt familiar.

After thinking about it for a while, he realized that this was actually the main castle of Durnholde City where he used to live.

The reason why I couldn't recognize it at the first time was because the place had changed a lot.

Not only bigger, but also newer.

In fact, Dunhold's changes were far more than simple as the main castle.

Much of the plantation was formerly roads and fairs.

Now they are all occupied by Blackmoore, which shows how perverted he is.

It's just that Thrall used to have a line between the basement and the arena, and he had never been here at all.

Not sure about these changes.

At this moment, Pfister smiled faintly: "The answer you are looking for is ahead, go find it yourself. I still have something to do, so I'll go back first. I have temporarily given you the 'assistant' authority, send it before 12:[-] noon , can pass through the enchantment smoothly.”

After all, it turned into a little white aura and disappeared.

Thrall opened his mouth to speak, but it was too late, so he walked forward, hoping to find a way.

The plantation environment is not complicated.

Thrall quickly gained.

Passing through the orchard is a large field ridge planted with shrubs.

These crops are already fruiting.

Each tree bears several clusters of white flocculent fruits.

Countless orcs similar to him in appearance, but yellow and emaciated, in ragged clothes, are bowing their backs and picking.

Speaking of which, this crop is also called cotton.

Inspired by the cotton cloth that exists in the game, Pfister sent a team of adventurers to find it.

This crop is actually quite different from the cotton in the previous life.

The texture and yield are similar though.

So he simply called it cotton.

Forget about thinking about names.

Cotton textiles effectively filled the gap between linen and silk in the Eastern Continent.

So that the middle class in various countries can also afford more decent clothing.