"That's what you told me, these orcs won't hurt Thrall?"

Taresa tightened her grip on Tails' wrist, she nervously looked at Thrall who was confronting Orgrim, she looked at the fanatical, hideous orcs around her, she looked up and glared at the assassin viciously:

"You liar!"

"Shhhh Don't talk! ”

Tails couldn't wait to reach out and cover the mouth of this eldest lady who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, they were already surrounded by orcs, not every orc was as gentle as Thrall, Taresa had simply stayed with Thrall for a long time, and she had lost her vigilance against orcs.

In this situation, as long as one orc is hot, Tails and Taresa will fall into a situation where there are no corpses, and the assassin is eager to dig a pit to bury the two of them, and he binds Taressa's arm to death, whispering in her ear:

"It's not a provocation, are you stupid too? It's a test! ”

"The orcs are testing Thrall, believe me... He'll be fine. ”

"What you said is true?"

Taressa was so nervous that she watched as Thrall picked up a shield and battle axe thrown at him by the orcs from the ground, and began to confront Orgrim as a gladiator, as if she couldn't breathe well.

Tails didn't answer, he looked around him with the stern gaze of an assassin, and in the end, he had to admit that it would be difficult for him to leave with Taresa if the orcs didn't want to, which meant that the safety of both of them now fell on Thrall.

He looked at Sal's figure and prayed silently in his heart:

"Come on!"

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"Bang"

Orgrim's hammer slammed into Thrall's raised shield, and the young orc felt like his arm was about to break between the collisions, and this was the first time he had truly seen the power of an orc warrior, much stronger than the best gladiator in Dunhold Castle he remembered.

He took a few steps back with the force of the collision, and then used the fighting methods of the gladiators to hold the shield in front of him, watching Orgrim's movements through the gap between movements.

And this defensive style of play is very disliked by the orcs, although the frost wolf clan has not suffered too much demonic blood, but the orcs who are born to advocate strength rarely use defensive tactics in this kind of one-on-one battle, they prefer fists to the flesh, more like the collision of weapons, and prefer the confrontation of strength and power.

Orgrim moved his wrists, he was much thinner than he had been a few years ago, his last defeat and life in the prisoner of war camp had severely damaged his body, making him no longer as strong as before, but in the face of the still young Thrall, Orgrim's advantage was simply too great.

The old orc flicked his shoulders, roared at the roar of the frostwolf orcs, swung his hammer and charged at Thrall.

"Little cub! Fight! ”

"Bang"

The hammer slammed into the shield again, this time with great force knocking Thrall directly to the ground, but he rolled for a few weeks, then quickly got up again, and raised the shield in front of him again without saying a word, in a very cowardly way, causing the orcs to let out a wave of boos from the onlookers.

But there was a hint of appreciation in Orgrim's eyes.

Although Thrall did not use the traditional fighting method of the orcs, on the battlefield, Orgrim had encountered this kind of human combat method more than once, especially when facing those brave human generals, this kind of sword and shield combat method was very difficult to crack.

Judging from Thrall's steady pace and the delicate unloading force between each collision, it is clear that Thrall is very skilled in this human way of fighting, which is enough to prove that Durotan's son has also inherited his bloodline of bravery.

"But that's not enough!"

The solid frozen ground beneath Orgrim's feet was shattered by the great force, and in the midst of the dirt, the old orcs slammed into Thrall head-on like tigers coming down the mountain, and behind Thrall, instead of the cold walls, the orcs gathered together, and the frostwolf orcs pushed Thrall, pushing him forward, making a slight mistake in his steady defense.

And this flaw was immediately caught by Orgrim, and the moment the orc approached Thrall, he held the war hammer with both hands, and from top to bottom, like an iron hammer, slammed into Thrall's shield.

"Bang"

The center of the wooden shield was directly smashed into a dent, in this huge collision, Thrall's body could no longer stand steadily, but he decisively abandoned the shield, the bloody left hand propped up on the ground, after Orgrim's powerful blow, the moment his arm was difficult to turn, Thrall waved his right hand, and the sharp battle axe grazed Orgrim's waist, bringing out a trace of blood.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

The fight back drove the orcs into a frenzy again, but before Thrall could catch his breath, Orgrim, who didn't feel pain at all, turned around and kicked Thrall in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

"Pain is the power of a warrior!"

The old orc smiled and stepped forward quickly, the war hammer in his hand smashed at the young orc rolling on the ground at an extremely fast frequency, Sal dodged left and right, but with the more and more fluid attack, the momentum on Orgrim's body became more and more sufficient, like a mountain pressed towards Sal, until the last blow, the shining war hammer fell from the sky, Sal, who had nowhere to hide, gritted his teeth and smashed the battle axe in his hand towards Orgrim, making the old soldier's body shake, and allowing him to successfully escape from Orgrim's attack circle.

But the panting Thrall had no weapon in his hand.

"Next!"

Tails' eyes lit up, and he quickly threw the long sword in his hand at Sal, the young orc took it in his hand, looking at Orgrim who rushed over like a bull, Sal's eyes flashed, and at the moment when the two were about to collide, Sal's left hand grabbed Orgrim's wrist, and the long sword in his right hand slapped on the old soldier's right arm in a slapping way.

"Huh"

The cold breath quickly formed a layer of cold mist on Orgrim's wrist, causing his clenched fist to deviate from the direction of the punch, and then he rushed forward, Thrall lay on the ground, and kicked his left foot on Orgrim's right leg, at this moment, the young orc grabbed the old orc's wrist and used Orgrim's power to smash Orgrim himself on the ground behind him in a way that soared into the air.

"Roar!"

Thrall knew very well that it was now the decisive moment, he did not spare any more strength, the talent from the orcs in his body, the violent power spread all over his body, he grabbed the heavy war hammer in Ogrim's hand, his bloody left hand clenched into a fist, and frantically hammered Orgrim's shoulder, forcing him to release his weapon.

When the warhammer was in his hands, Thrall was surprised to find that this simple-looking warhammer was unusually heavy, and he couldn't even pick it up with one hand, but seeing that Orgrim had already gotten up, Thrall couldn't care so much anymore, he dragged the warhammer, turned over and rode on Orgrim's chest, held the warhammer with both hands, and smashed it down on Orgrim's head.

"Wow"

This scene caused all the orcs to scream, and the orc shaman standing on the side stretched out his hands to stop the tragedy that followed.

But in the end, the elemental power did not manifest, because the hammer that Thrall threw did not hurt Orgrim, but grazed his head and smashed it on the hard frozen ground.

This relieved the orcs who were watching, and also relieved Orgrim, who was pinned to the ground by Thrall.

"I won... Whew, whew... I won! ”

Exhausted, Thrall felt every bone in his body hurt, and he struggled to his feet, and under the gaze of the frostwolf orcs, he walked towards Tails and Taressa, and the orcs in front of him made way for him.

They recognized him!

Behind Thrall, Orgrim got up, he easily grabbed the heavy war hammer, looked at Thrall's figure, and a 12-year-old young orc fight, Orgrim will definitely not use all his strength, in fact, the battle just now is just a warm-up, but he can turn defeat into victory under the attack of the former Great Chief, there is no doubt that Thrall has proven himself in front of his compatriots.

"Guyle!"

Orgrim shouted, Sal froze, then turned back, his face stained with blood, and Taressa looked distressed as she cleaned Sal with a handkerchief.

"You're doing a great job."

Orgrim glanced at Taresa beside Thrall, and he whispered, "You made the right choice..."

"What?"

Thrall looked around suspiciously, those frostwolf orcs had slowly returned to the gathering place, only Orgrim and Elder Drektar were left in place, the old shaman who had not spoken stepped forward, he called for the power of flowing water, the healing light wrapped around Thrall, in Taresha's surprised gaze, the wounds on Thrall's body healed little by little.

It was only then that the old shaman said in pure human language:

"Killing lives at will, abusing lives, destroying lives, that's the stubborn disease of the old tribe, the Frostwolf clan has never joined in this cruel conquest, child, Gouyle, although you have never grown up in the clan, today, you have proven yourself to be a pure son of the frostwolf... Durotan and Draka will be proud of you. ”

"So... So even if I fail, you won't hurt my sister? ”

Thrall glanced at Orgrim, who shrugged:

"The moment you accepted the challenge, you already won, Gouyle, not every orc would dare to fight me, of course, I'm old now, and you took a victory from me."

Sal looked at the two orcs with good intentions, he hesitated for a moment, and whispered:

"I... I probably won't join you, gentlemen, I've lived with humans since I was a child, and I don't think I can fit in, I may not fit in with your clan. ”

"It's okay, we won't force you to return to the Frostwolf Clan, my child Gouyle."

A smile appeared on the old face of the Great Shaman Drektar:

"We'll give you plenty of time to get to know us before deciding whether or not to join us, and I can guarantee that this Miss Human, Taresha, will be the most honored guest of the Frostwolf Clan, and she can come and see you at any time, or leave with you, that's fine, but child!"

The elder shaman's voice became a little deeper:

"Aren't you going to see your parents?"

"Parents?"

Sal's eyes were a little dazed, he looked back at Taresha, although the human sister was still a little frightened, she still held Sal's hand, and then nodded to Sal:

"Go, brother, although you never mentioned it, I know that you actually want to see your parents too, go, don't worry about me, Tails will protect me."

Thrall nodded, he looked at Orgrim and Drektar, from the sadness in Orgrim's eyes, Thrall had a premonition of the sad news, he stood there and took several deep breaths to calm himself down, and then he said to Orgrim and the shaman elders:

"I'm ready, take me to meet them."

"Well, good boy, come with me."

The old shaman strolled forward, and Orgrim followed behind, and he whispered to Sal:

"You may call the Great Shaman Drektar the Elder, who was once your father's most trusted thinker and his mentor."

"And I, my name is Orgrim, the former Great Chief of the Tribe, and your uncle, and I and your father Durotan, are true brothers! If you'd stay here tonight, I might be able to tell you about my adventures with your father in the world of Delaenor... You will be interested, trust me. ”