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While the seamstress and the grandmaster mage trainer were discussing things, Lorraine was already preparing to leave the city…

At the entrance to the military zone, he found two abominations guarding either side of the stone steps leading to the sewer.

The defense doesn't look very strong.

The alliance could easily breach this point...

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A large amount of supplies were piled up at the sewer opening next to it.

Lorraine looked up and saw the Minotaur quartermaster he had seen on the airship standing next to the supplies.

The tauren are directing the orc laborers to load and unload grain.

Lorraine couldn't help but wonder, could the food produced on the polluted land of Lordaeron still be eaten?

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Members of the Scourge's Cult of the Damned have used starving civilians to distribute contaminated, toxic food.

It turned most of the country's citizens into zombies.

Near the farms close to Undercity, Scourge plague boilers are still brewing alchemical poisons, polluting the surrounding sky and earth.

The Tirisfal Glades near Undercity is rainy year-round, and the water seeping from the ground in the misty woods is a toxic liquid.

The poisonous water flows into the sewers of Undercity, as if an endless stream of toxic water is converging into the city of the dead.

A pungent odor emanated from the sewers of Undercity…

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"Hey, you lazybones! Hurry up, the old ox can't stand the smell here. If you don't want a whipping, get to work..."

A group of kodo beasts struggled to climb uphill, carrying heavy loads on their backs.

In the narrow cave passage, the enormous kodo beast nearly crushed Lorraine.

He could only cling to the wall to avoid the kodo herd, the ground trembling in his ears.

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"Hello, little mage, it's unexpected to meet you again."

The minotaur on the kodo's back grinned. He spoke in Undead, which Lorraine could understand.

"What? Don't you remember? I'm Gamor. Quartermaster of the Horde supply route, specifically in charge of transporting supplies between Orgrimmar and Undercity."

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"Gamor will protect everyone!"

Lorraine looked up; the minotaur was enormous. It seemed like one of Gamor's hands was as big as his own head.

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What is the rank of a quartermaster?

The name Gamor is very familiar; he's a minotaur.

I feel like I've seen this somewhere before...

Generally, people only seek out the quartermaster when purchasing military equipment and weapons to exchange for honors.

"Probably a stone guardian, equivalent to a human knight. No, maybe the logistics job is a lucrative one!"

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The teacher's analysis led Lorraine to conclude that this Gamor was equivalent to the human knight lord.

This was a very important person in Lorraine's eyes during his lifetime.

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Look at those orc laborers working tirelessly; they are all physically weak orcs.

Orcs revere strength and honor, and ordinary orcs who cannot become warriors or possess other talents can only become the lowest-level slaves and laborers.

Orcs were once enslaved by demons, then defeated and imprisoned by humans.

Thrall, the orc leader, led the orcs to rise again, uniting the tauren, trolls, and Forsaken—creatures rejected by humans—to form a new Horde.

The orcs have nominally regained their freedom, but in order to survive and thrive, they are vying with the Alliance for territory.

The internal hierarchical system still inherits many traditions from the old tribes, unable to shake off the old system of class distinctions...

The entire tribe revered heroes and the strong.

The difference between the undead and the Forsaken is that the undead will command abominations and mindless zombies to do their work, while the other races have different styles due to their different cultures.

The orcs are the worst off; those who cannot become warriors or shamans can only become low-level laborers.

They can only do hard jobs such as mining, logging, and building construction.

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The laborer's hunched back and emaciated appearance made Lorraine feel a little uncomfortable.

Riding high on the back of a kodo beast, Gamor looked as relaxed as a foreman...

Neither Lorraine nor his teacher, Lorraine, had a good first impression of Gamor... but now they had no choice but to greet him.

"Sir Quartermaster, what are your orders?"

"Haha, Gamor has never heard anyone call me 'sir' before. Gamor is very happy. Gamor would like to be your friend."

The minotaur looks rather simple-minded and calls himself a quartermaster…

It doesn't seem too bad.

"friend?"

Lorraine never imagined that one day the knight would become friends with someone as insignificant as herself.

Just because of the respect that comes with your greeting?

Making friends is so easy! All you need to do is greet each other politely, and you can become friends?

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“I remember now. Gamor was an assistant to a human merchant… His master was killed by pirates, and after regaining his freedom, he spent his days hanging out in Orgrimmar's taverns!”

Lorin recalled the familiar name Gamor, whose corpse he used to see every time he visited the tavern in the orc capital.

Some unusual players will even deliberately attack him, let him kill them, and then arrange their corpses in strange shapes in the middle of the city.

The names of players are spelled out to publicly expose the misdeeds of a certain player across the entire server...

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"I never imagined that this silly ox would become a quartermaster."

"Teacher, I think this minotaur is pretty good. I'm not some big shot, and I'd like to be his friend. I've never had a real friend before..."

Lorraine was unsure whether she felt sympathy for the merchant's assistant or genuinely felt lonely.

The silly cow took the initiative to show kindness, which made him feel warm.

Humans are indeed social animals; even as ghosts, they still want to make some friends.

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"Hello, Mr. Gamor. My name is Lorraine, and I'm currently an apprentice necromancer. A scout."

Lorraine stretched out his withered arm, and Gamor happily responded with his cow hoof.

Two creatures of different sizes high-five...

Hoof touching ribs...

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“Scouts are great, Lorraine. Gamor envies the freedom of scouts, running around without restraint. I was captured by pirates and imprisoned for a long time.”

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“The masters all complained that Gamor ate too much and did too little. I was sold back and forth. Because Gamor can communicate with Kodo beasts... The elders in the tribe said that I have the protection of my ancestors, and Mother Earth is waiting for Gamor to become a shaman.”

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"Gamor didn't like dealing with those elemental totems, so he simply became a tamer for the Kodo Beast transport team. After several years, I'm now the exclusive quartermaster for the airship route. From now on, Gamor will protect Lorraine; Gamor is also a warrior! I mean what I say!"

Lorraine noticed that Gamor used gestures when he spoke, which made him seem unintelligent, but his eyes revealed sincerity…

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“Okay, Gamor. Lorraine will always be your brother.”

"Haha, Gamor has a brother now."

Quartermaster Gamor was so happy on the back of the kodo beast that he almost jumped up, nearly breaking the already huge beast's spine.

As if remembering something, Gamor's smile faded, and he said seriously to Lorraine:

"Brother, I have to tell you, the zeppelin from Undercity to Orgrimmar is free! Don't get scammed by that goblin! Goblins are very cunning!"

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"And brother, you look too skinny. Gamor has wine, meat, milk, and bread here. Have some!"

Gamor rummaged through the pack on the kodo beast's back and took out various fruits and meats, throwing them at Lorraine.

Lorraine nearly dropped it; the quartermaster position was indeed a lucrative one…

"No need, Brother Gamor. I am a mage, I can make magical bread and spring water myself."

"Milk is a good source of calcium! Gamor heard his master say that you need to drink milk to grow taller. The Minotaur are strong because our milk is very nutritious, and humans love it..."

What a hellish joke...

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"Is this minotaur's milk?"

Lorraine almost threw away the milk in her hand.

"No, no, no, Lorraine. Gamor doesn't have milk. Gamor is a bull!"

"I understand, I understand. I'm one of the forgotten ones too. I don't have that problem..."

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"You don't have a cow... so does that mean you can't find a cow?"

"Yes... I can only find a female ghost and have a spiritual romance..."

"Oh, so that's how it is!"

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The two fell silent for a moment…

The teacher almost laughed out loud in Lorraine's mind; the way his apprentice made this friend was complicated.

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Logically speaking, Tauren warriors should be the top fighting force in the tribe.

Adult minotaurs are larger than orcs.

Thick-skinned and tough... a natural-born warrior!

When the Alliance gnome warriors and tauren warriors stand together, the gnome warriors can only cut down the tauren warriors' toenails.

It seems that only the strength of the dwarves can rival that of the minotaur warriors.

The dwarf king 'King of the Hill' and the tauren chieftain 'Cairne & Bloodhoof' are both renowned warriors, but one focuses on strength and the other on endurance.

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Tauren totem warriors were once the tribe's human tanks, specifically responsible for charging into battle.

If shamans are the spiritual symbols of the tribe, then warriors should embody fearless faith.

Gamor looks a bit goofy...

But recalling how he commanded the orc laborers, things might not be so simple; he had once escaped from the Bloodsail Buccaneers...

I don't know if this kind of simple politeness counts as friendship...

“Lorraine, Gamor’s friend. I am a quartermaster and cannot leave my post. But Gamor misses his mother and his brother at the crossroads.”

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"You're a scout. If you have the chance to go to my hometown of Kalimdor, Gamor wants Lorraine to pass on a message to Gamor's mother in Thunder Bluff. Tell her Gamor is still alive..."

Gamor tossed a cloth bag to Lorraine.

With a flourish, he raised his long whip and chased after the kodo herd, which was almost out of sight, like a gust of wind.

Lorraine was left standing there dumbfounded, watching her newfound friend walk away...

Echoing in my ears:

"Friend, I wish you a safe journey. May the wind guide your path..."

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