魔兽争霸官方小说:仇恨之轮-Cycle of Hatred(英文版)-第2部分
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I ain t standin for this； the soldier said。 You fought in the war； fisherman you know what the orcs did for us。
What they did for us is not what distresses me； good sir； Margoz said； but rather what they are doing to us now。
They get the best of everything。 This was the boat captain at one of the tables behind the soldier。 Up Ratchet
way； them goblins always favor orcs for repairs or dock space。 Last month； I had to wait half a day fore they d let
me dock my skiff； but some orc boat e by two hour after me； and got a spot right off。
Turning to face the captain； the soldier said； Then go somewhere other than Ratchet。
T ain t always an option； the captain said with a sneer。
S not like they always need the repairin ； neither； the man with the captain Erik thought it might have been his
first mate； since they dressed similarly said。 They got oaks up in mountains above rimmar； be makin their
ships from them。 What we got？ Weak spruce is all。 They hoard em； they do； keepin all the good wood。 Our
boats ll be leakin all over thanks to the marshy garbage we gotta work with。
Several other voices muttered in agreement with this sentiment。
So you d all like it better if the orcs weren t around？ The soldier slammed his fist on the bar。 Without them；
we d be demonfood； and that s a fact。
I don t think anyone s denying that。 Margoz sipped from his whiskey mug。 Still； there does seem to be an
unequal distribution of resources。
Orcs used to be slaves； you know。 This was someone else at the bar whom Erik couldn t see from where he was
standing。 To humans； and to the Burning Legion； if you think about it。 Can t blame em for wanting to take
everything they can now。
I can if they re takin it away from us； the captain said。
The merchant nodded。 You know； they re not from here。 They came from some other world； and the Burning
Legion brought em here。
The first mate muttered； Maybe they oughta go back where they came。
Makes you wonder what Lady Proudmoore was thinking； Margoz said。
Erik frowned。 At those words； the tavern suddenly got rather quiet。 Lots of people had been muttering assent or
disagreement； either with the sentiments expressed or the people expressing them。
But as soon as Margoz mentioned Jaina Proudmoore worse； mentioned her in a disparaging manner the place
got quiet。
Too quiet。 In the three years Erik had been a tavern owner； he learned that there were two times when you expected
a fight to break out： when the place got too loud； and when it got too quiet。 And the latter times usually brought on
the really nasty fights。
Another soldier stood up next to the first one this one was wider in the shoulders； and he didn t talk much； but
when he did； it was in a booming voice that made the demon skull behind the bar rattle on its mount。 Don t
nobody talk bad bout Lady Proudmoore less he wants to be livin without teeth。
Swallowing audibly； Margoz quickly said； I would never dream of speaking of our leader in anything but reverent
tones； good sir； I promise。 He gulped down more of the corn whiskey than it was advisable to drink in one sip；
which caused his eyes to greatly widen。 He shook his head a few times。
Lady Proudmoore s been very good to us； the merchant said。 After we drove back the Burning Legion； she made
us into a munity。 Your plaints are fair； Margoz； but none of it can be laid at the lady s feet。 I ve met a few
wizards in my day； and most of em aren t fit to be scrapings off my sandals。 But the lady s a good one； and you ll
find no support for disparagements of her。
It was never my intent to disparage； good sir； Margoz said； still sounding a bit shaky from his illadvised gulp of
corn whiskey。 But one must wonder why no trade agreements have been made to obtain this superior wood that
these fine gentlemen have mentioned。 He looked thoughtful for a second。 Perhaps she has tried； but the orcs
would not permit it。
The captain swallowed a gulp of his ale； then said； Perhaps them orcs told her to leave Northwatch。
We should leave Northwatch； the merchant said。 The Barrens are neutral territory； that was agreed to from the
beginning。
The soldier stiffened。 You re crazy if you think we re givin that up。
Margoz said； That is where the orcs fought Admiral Proudmoore。
Yes； an embarrassment。 As fine a leader as Lady Proudmoore is； that s how much of an idiot her father was。 The
merchant shook his head。 That entire sordid incident should be put out of our heads。 But it won t be as long as
The captain interrupted。 If n you ask me； we need to expand beyond Northwatch。
Sounding annoyed though whether at the interruption or the sentiment； Erik neither knew nor cared the
merchant said； Are you mad？
Are you？ The orcs re squeezin us out！ They re all over the blessed continent； and we ve got Theramore。 It s been
three year since the Burning Legion was sent off。 Don t we deserve better than to be lower class in our own land
to be confined to one cesspool of a citystate？
Theramore is as fine a city as you will see in human lands。 The soldier spoke the words with a defensive pride；
only to continue in a more resigned tone。 But it is true that the orcs have greater territory。 That is why Northwatch
is essential it allows us to maintain a defense beyond the walls of Theramore。
Besides； the first mate said with a laugh into his ale mug； the orcs don t like us there。 That s reason enough to
keep it； y ask me。
Nobody asked you； the merchant said snidely。
The other man at the bar Erik had wandered downbar a bit； and now saw that it was that bookkeeper who worked
the docks said； Maybe someone should。 The orcs act as if they own Kalimdor； and we re just visiting。 But this is
our home； too； and it s time we acted like it。 Orcs aren t humans； aren t even from this world。 What right do they
have to dictate how we live our lives？
They have the right to live their lives； don t they？ the merchant asked。
Nodding； the soldier said； I d say they earned that when they fought the Burning Legion。 Weren t for them… He
gulped down the remainder of his wine； then slid the mug toward Erik。 Get me an ale。
Erik hesitated。 He had already started reaching for the grog bottle。 This soldier had been ing into the
Demonsbane ever since Erik opened the place； and he d never drunk anything save grog。
But that threeyearlong patronage had earned him the right not to be questioned。 Besides； as long as he was paying；
he could drink soapy water for all Erik cared。
Fact is； the captain said； this is our world； by right of birth。 Them orcs are just guests in our home； and it s high
time they started actin like it！
The conversation went on from there。 Erik served a few more drinks； tossed a few mugs into the basin to be cleaned
later； and only after he gave the merchant another ale did he realize that Margoz； who started the whole
conversation； had left。
He hadn t even left a tip。 Erik shook his head in disgust； the fisherman s name already falling out of his head。
But he d remember the face。 And probably spit in the bastard s drink next time he came in having only one drink
and then starting trouble。 Erik hated troublemakers like that in his place。 Just hated it。
More people started plaining about the orcs。 One person the bruiser next to the soldier slammed his ale mug
on the bar so hard that it spattered his drink on the demon skull。 Sighing； Erik grabbed a rag and wiped it off。
There was a time when Margoz would have been too scared to walk the darkened streets of Theramore alone。
True； crime was not a major concern in so closed a munity as Theramore everyone knew most everyone else；
and if they didn t； they knew someone else who did so criminal acts were rare enough。 Those that were
mitted were generally punished quickly and brutally by Lady Proudmoore s soldiers。
Still； Margoz had always been small and weak； and the big and strong tended to prey on the small and weak； so
Margoz generally avoided walking around alone at night。 You never knew what big and strong person was lurking
to show how big and
