The night in the Alterac Mountains is cold, especially on days when the storm has just ended, and the night in the valley can be described as dripping and icy.

No one would risk freezing to death to go out at night like this, even the dwarves with rough skin and thick flesh hid in the sentry posts, roasting fires and drinking wine, but for the orcs of the Frostwolf Clan, such weather was not extreme, after all, they used to live in the coldest Frostfire Ridge in the world of Draenor, where the climate was much harsher than that of the Alterac Valley.

And most importantly, they don't want to start a war with the Thunderspear Dwarves head-on, so if they want to get close to the territory of the Thunderspear Dwarves, they must choose a suitable time, and what better day than tonight?

"Wow"

A shrill whistle sounded like the night owls in the Alterac Valley, but it was actually a signal from the frostwolf wolf cavalry, and in the darkness, more than 20 of the most courageous wolf knights sneaked past the Thunderspear dwarves' lines and leaned towards the "cabin of Taresa and Thrall", and under the double protection of the cold and night, they soon approached the cedar forest in the remote valley.

And just when the wolf cavalry began to encircle, in the warm warehouse, Thrall was helping Taresa sort out the goods, as an orc, he must not be able to show his head on the human territory, so the operation of this small warehouse can only be taken care of by Taresha, but Thrall is a good hunter, with the help of Frostwolf Snow Song, he can often hunt a lot of precious furs, which makes Taressa's business in New Tareemmir also look good.

Of course, most of her goods were bought by the dwarves.

"I've saved some money, and in a few months, when I've saved up enough, I'll go to Dalaran once."

In the burning of the warm fireplace, Taresa sat lazily on the side, drinking tea, and directing Sal to move things, she flipped through her bills like a little money, stroked the head of the frost wolf at her feet, and said to Sal:

"I heard from Uncle Barton that there is a magical black market in Dalaran where you can buy a lot of things, and I'm going to buy some magic materials."

"Huh?"

Sal wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned his head to look at his human sister, and asked curiously:

"Are you going to be in the business of magic materials? There shouldn't be many mages in New Talon Mill, right? ”

"No, I mean, buy the materials, then ask the mage to come over and cover your body with magic."

Taresa grinned and said:

"The last time I met a traveling little dwarf mage at Thunderspear Castle, her name is Julie. Magic thread, very talkative, very good-tempered, I asked her specifically, she told me that there are many ways for mages to change a person's form, she also gave me her address in Dalaran, I asked her to come and cast a spell on you, poof, you will become human! ”

Taresha's words silenced Sal for a moment, he sat on the wooden box, looking at Taresa humming a song, in his memory, after escaping from Dunhold Castle, with the seriously injured Captain Drake, the three of them survived in the Alterac Valley with great difficulty, but it was Taresa who took care of them all the time.

Sal looked at his sister's dress, it was very old, she bought it for herself on her birthday 2 years ago, she was very frugal, never spent a penny, she made friends with the dwarves, and hid herself well in this valley.

She did so much for him.

"No!"

Sal whispered, the voice of refusal that made Taresa jerk her head up, and she looked at Sal in confusion:

"What did you say?"

"I don't want to be human, I know you want to take me out and let me live in the town too."

Sal smiled, a hint of softness flashing in his blue eyes:

"But I don't need to, Taresha, you should save this money, and then go to Lordaeron or Dalaran to open a small shop, with your business talent, you can become a big businessman sooner or later, and the most important thing is that you have done too much for me, you should also think about it for yourself, in fact, going to Ironforge is also a good choice, with the relationship of General Patton, you can do better business in Ironforge Fort."

"Stupid!"

Taresa stood up, crossed her waist, showing her majesty as an older sister, and she pointed to Sal and said:

"Don't care what I do, I can take care of myself, I'm a sister, you have to listen to me, good."

"I just don't want you to work so hard for me, my sister."

Thrall shrugged, stood up, and continued to carry the heavy wooden box: "You are my only remaining relative, and I hope you can..."

"Whew!"

Snow Ge, the frost wolf, who had been lying at Taresha's feet, jumped up violently, let out a wolf howl, and bared her teeth frantically in the direction of the outside of the warehouse, and Thrall saw this, grabbed the musket in his hand, and pushed Taresha, who was unclear, into the dark compartment of the room.

"There's a stranger coming, stay inside! Don't come out! ”

"The sword! Sal, take that sword! ”

As the compartment closed, Taresa grabbed the wooden door and shouted to Sal, "Stay safe. ”

Thrall didn't answer, but pushed the table next to him, pulled out a wooden box from the stone hollow in the basement, and opened it, holding the frosty rune sword in his hand.

This sword has a strong elven style, it is very perfectly forged, and it is a necromantic rune engraved by Tyrion himself, although it does not have the blessing of death energy, so that it cannot exert the ability of magic weapons, but its own frost effect and sharp blade also make it the most threatening weapon in Thrall's hands.

The young orc gritted his teeth, put a homemade leather armor on his body, and rushed out of the warehouse with the restless frostwolf Snow Song, holding a long sword in one hand and a musket in the other, and rushed into the night, only to see five orc wolf cavalry searching around the warehouse.

"It's you! Young compatriots, lay down your arms, we have no malice! ”

The captain of the wolf cavalry manipulated the wolf to step forward and shouted at Sal, but unfortunately, Thrall could only understand a few orc words now, and he couldn't understand what this arrogant compatriot was saying.

Seeing that the wolf cavalry continued to approach, Thrall pointed his musket at him and shouted in human language:

"Don't come closer!"

At his feet, Frostwolf Snow Song grabbed the ground with four claws, and roared frantically at the orc in front of him, this scene made the orc wolf cavalry a little surprised, but soon, they figured out the situation of Sal, they slowly retreated, this action made Sal breathe, but after nearly 1 minute of confrontation, the human assassin Tails, who was tied up with a rope, was thrown in front of Sal.

Thrall recognized Tails, he looked at the orcs around him vigilantly, stepped forward to help the assassin up, Tails was not abused, but after being put on the wolf warrior and galloping for dozens of kilometers in the cold night, he looked a little sluggish, he looked at the young orc in front of him guiltily, he whispered:

"I'm sorry, Sal... I have failed you. ”

Sal shook his head, and he asked:

"Let's not talk about that, these orcs, what are they here for?"

Tails' lips were blue from the cold, and he said in a trembling voice:

"They're here to pick you up, Thrall, Orgrim and the great shaman of the frostwolf are waiting for you, don't fight them, you may be able to escape, but your sister is definitely in danger, listen to me, I'm not a lobbyist on their side, but for your sister's sake, you'd better go with them, trust me, these orcs have no ill will towards you."

"No malice?"

A hint of ferocity flashed in Sal's eyes: "I've seen how they fight on the battlefield, and I don't believe they have no malice. ”

"They don't dare hurt you, Sal!"

Tails accentuated his voice:

"Your parents are their chiefs! They are born to obey you! ”

"You... What did you say? ”

Sal's eyes widened sharply, and he grabbed Tails and asked in a loud voice:

"Have you seen my parents? Where are they? ”

"You... You'll find out if you follow them. ”

Tails said with difficulty:

"In addition, these frost wolves controlled by orcs can smell the breath of humans, you have to take your sister with you, at least you can protect her, I don't know the attitude of these frost wolf orcs towards humans... It's hard to say what will happen to your sister after you leave. ”

"You bastard!"

Thrall punched Tails in the face, knocking the bound assassin to the ground:

"You've got Taresa involved! I should have killed you then! ”

"My fault, I admit it."

Tails rolled over on the cold ground, blood from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth, but he looked at Sal with a serious gaze, and he whispered:

"Help me untie the rope now, and I'll protect Taresha, and I promise you, as long as I'm not dead, she won't be harmed!"

Thrall's breathing became heavy, especially when there were more and more orcs around him, he gritted his teeth, his wrist flipped, the sharp elven sword cut the chain on Tails' hand, the assassin moved his wrist to stand up, Thrall shoved the sword into his hand, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Remember your promise! Protect Taresha! ”

After saying that, Sal turned to look at those "compatriots", he took a deep breath, threw the musket in his hand in the snow, this action made the leader of the wolf cavalry nod, he whistled, and soon, two spare war wolves appeared beside Sal and Tails, and the pale Taresa was wrapped in a bearskin, protected by Tails, and the merchant lady was holding a dagger in her hand, looking at Sal worriedly.

As smart as she was, she had already roughly guessed the situation her brother was going to face.

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The Frostwolf Clan lived in seclusion in another section of the Alterac Valley, which was a long journey for this vast mountain range, and Thrall followed the Frostwolf Orcs all the way north, and after a night of galloping, it was not until noon the next day that he reached the Frostwolf Clan's hermitage.

Behind Thrall, Taresha's little face was already red from the cold, and Tails saw the orcs who greeted them in the distance, there were thousands of them, which made the assassin can't help but clench the hilt of the sword in his hand, the cold breath from the sword made him calm down, he glanced at Taresa worriedly, and after jumping off the wolf, he clenched Taresha's cold hand and motioned for her to stand behind him.

Thrall was led by the orcs, he had never seen so many orcs gathered together, even though they had the same face and size as him, but Thrall did not feel connected to each other.

At the front of these orcs, standing was a tall, sackcloth-robed orc warrior who was looking at Thrall with a mixture of scrutiny, sadness, and warmth, and beside him was an old orc, dressed in the shaman's traditional robes, with black strips of cloth over his eyes, and white hair and beard fluttering in the wind.

This should be the leader of this group of frostwolf orcs.

Thrall stood in front of the two orcs, the eyes of thousands of people staring at him, some delighted, some questioning, some welcome, and some disgusted, which made Sal feel a heavy pressure, and he was even a little at a loss.

"What's your name?"

Orgrim looked at the young orcs in front of him, especially the blue eyes that were rare among orcs, and he couldn't help but think of his brother who had been dead for almost 10 years, and he forcibly endured the fluctuations in his heart, and asked in a deep voice in human language:

"Tell me, kid, what's your name?"

"I... My name is Sal. ”

Thrall clenched his fists, the oppression brought to him by the orcs in front of him was too strong, he was only 12 years old after all.

"Nope! You're not called Sal! ”

Ogrim's voice grew angry:

"Forget the stupid names that humans have given you, from now on, you are not their slaves, your name is Gouyle! Son of the Frost Wolf! ”

"Bang"

A short knife was thrown at Thrall's feet by Orgrim, who pointed to Taresa behind Thrall:

"Go, kill her! Then return to your true race! ”

"Impossible!"

Thrall roared and took a step back, his fists clenched, viciously guarding Tails and Taressa, and roaring at Orgrim amid the roar of thousands of orcs:

"Don't think! Do you want to hurt her? Then step over my corpse! ”

This action caused the orcs to clamour, and with the acquiescence of the silent Great Shaman Drektar, and in the icy sunlight of the Alterac Valley, the frostwolf orcs dispersed and surrounded the city in a circle, encircling Orgrim, Thrall, Tyres, and Taresa in the center.

They roared in orc language, flapping their chests, mocking Thrall's weakness, and in the midst of the noise, Orgrim arrogantly took his hammer from the orcs behind him.

The heavy, inscribed with the wolf's head emblem of steel, the warhammer blessed by the elemental spirits, the hammer of destruction.

"You don't want to kill this defenseless human? Very good! ”

Orgrim took a step forward, and he stared at Sal:

"Then challenge me, as long as you win against me, you can take her away!"

"How? Little cub raised by humans, do you still have the courage to belong to an orc in your body? Do you dare to face me? ”<

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