"He'll stay here, right?"

Standing at the edge of the cedar forest in Frostwolf's territory, Orgrim hid in the shadows and watched Thrall around the campfire "chatting" with some orcs, who spoke terrible orc language and could only communicate with other orcs with a few words and gestures, but thanks to the wine Taresa had brought back, Thrall and his new friends were making good progress.

Many of the Frostwolf Clan's clansmen have not drunk the blood of demons, and they are probably the only clan of all orc clans that still retains the simple nature of orcs.

Elder Drektar, who was standing beside Orgrim, replied:

"I also want Sal to stay here, he was born here."

The old shaman pursed his lips, then shook his head again.

"But there are still a lot of people in the clan who don't want to accept him, you know what I mean? Orgrim, they don't hate Thrall, his gentle personality makes friends easily, but what the people hate is something within him, as he himself said, that lies a human soul beneath his orc exterior. ”

"But Durotan would want his son to return to the Frostwolf."

Orgrim's ten fingers moved, and he whispered:

"I hope so, too."

"If Thrall wants to gain a foothold in the clan, he must be accepted by all the clansmen, he must make sacrifices and contributions to the clan, at least learn to be an orc, and not be out of place as he is now."

The orc elder sighed:

"But it's not the opinion of my people that worries about it, it's about Thrall, I'm afraid that he doesn't want to change, we've all talked to him, and you should be able to feel that he hates the wars that have taken place, he hates our bloodthirsty compatriots, he has a peaceful soul and a wise mind, maybe he's a good fit to be a shaman, he needs to be recognized!"

"Recognition... It's too hard. ”

Ogrim shrugged:

"Unless he can defeat all the warriors in the frostwolf clan one-on-one, this is the most direct way, we worship warriors, but he is too young, although the combat skills he learned from humans allow him to gain a foothold in the clan, he is far from the most powerful one, look, probably tomorrow, there will be grumpy young men who will challenge him."

"Is it true that people who have been the Great Chieftain will only think of such a rough method in their minds?"

Drektar smiled a little, and he shook his head:

"I have a way to help Thrall, but it's risky, and besides, haven't you always wondered why Grom and Fenris are so desperate to get the Frostwolf Clan to join them?"

The old shaman turned and walked to his tent, and he whispered:

"Because of a secret, a secret that Naozu left for us, come with me, it's time for you to know it."

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In the great shaman's tent, filled with the smell of mystical incense, Orgrim was born in the age of orcs in the natural beliefs, and he knew very well that it was a mixture of herbs to help shamans better communicate with the elements, and sometimes they would use this incense to ask the ancestors some questions.

Drektar walked into the tent, and with a wave of his hand, the shaman's apprentices who were standing in the tent left the tent, and the old shaman rummaged through the pile of bony sacrifices, and finally took out a hide and placed it in front of Orgrim, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The former Great Chief opened the hide, and while he looked at the orc writings, the old shaman sat on the ground and whispered:

"After your defeat, Neozu once again entered Azeroth with the remnants of the Draenor clan, as you know, the elemental spirits of this world are extremely powerful, and Neozu is a genius shaman, so with the help of the elements, I had a brief exchange with him, although we did not meet."

"Astral teleportation?"

Orgrim snorted, "I know this shamanic inheritance, if there were shamans in my army who could use this spell at that time, we wouldn't have been defeated so badly." ”

"The defeat of the old horde is doomed."

Drektar didn't care about Orgrim's ugly face, he poured himself a cup of tea and whispered:

"Magic is not our strong point, and after losing the protection of the elements, your defeat in the face of the united humanity is not accidental, as far as I know, even at the height of the war, the powerful mages hidden in the human kingdom have not appeared... Of course, that's not what we're going to talk about now. ”

"In my brief communication with Naozu, he told me about his worries and plans, and he knew that his actions at that time might be to seek the skin of the tiger and cooperate with the necromancy, and he could not see hope, so when the orcs snatched the artifact, Naozu handed over a secret mission to the warriors of the tribe."

Drektar was silent for a moment, and when Orgrim had finished reading the animal skin letter in his hand, the Great Chief raised his head again and looked at the old shaman:

"So, Lexa, that Moknassa half-blood, really found that continent? I thought it was the goblins who used it to trick me. ”

"Huhuhu."

The elder shaman let out a good-natured laugh:

"You were born and raised in Draenor, our hometown is beautiful, but it is a small world, compared to Azeroth, whether it is the size of the continent or the secrets hidden in the ocean, it is far inferior, the war between orcs and humans in the past few years has shocked the entire eastern continent, but believe me, for this vast and mysterious world, this war is not as important as you think."

He picked up the teacup, took a sip of hot tea, and then continued:

"Yes, while the Dark Gate closed and the major clans were forced to wander and hide throughout the Eastern Continent, Lexa, who was given a mission, crossed the sea with the help of goblins with the ogres loyal to him, who have now lived on the continent called Kalimdor for nearly 4 years... Lexa has spent all this time traveling through the wild continent, and the skin you see was sent to me by him four months ago through the merchant ships of the goblins. ”

"There is a super civilization in that continent, larger than orcs, more than humans, and even larger than all the kingdoms of the Eastern Continent combined, Kadore, the Night Elves, the hermits sealed in the Holy Mountain, and the entire Kalimdor is nominally their territory."

The Great Chief frowned, and he handed the hide back to the Great Shaman, rubbing his chin and whispering:

"Sounds dangerous... Those elves, are they militarily strong? ”

"Very strong!"

There was a trace of worry on the face of the elder shaman:

"It is said that 10,000 years ago, they single-handedly repelled the demon legions that invaded this world, and it was also in that war that the continent of Azeroth was originally divided apart, and the eastern continent is only a part of this world's landmass, and Lexa has found the fortresses of the Night Elves in the north and southwest of Kalimdor, according to him, any army in those two fortresses can compete head-on with the tribes under your command."

"This is the way Nao Zu left us?"

Orgrim shook his head:

"I feel that if we go over there, it may be even more dangerous than in the Eastern Continent, which is almost not enforceable, and Grom and Fenris will not agree to leave so disgracefully, I am familiar with their ideas, typical warrior thinking, in fact, I don't want to put my last hope on another continent that we don't know anything about, I would rather die here."

"But if you don't agree, we're going to do it too!"

The old shaman's tone hardened, with a hint of excitement:

"Demonemia! Although there are not many people in the Frostwolf Clan who have drunk the blood of demons, I have still noticed this epidemic, the fury caused by the blood of demons has dissipated, but it is still stubbornly affecting our people, weakening them, and the most terrifying thing is that it is not only physically weakened, but also mental! They are no longer fit for battle! ”

"The actions of Grom and Fenris in the Arathi Heights to liberate their people may sound encouraging, but every time they take a prisoner of war camp, they bring themselves a bunch... Well, a bunch of cumbersome! Do you understand? Sooner or later, they won't be able to hold on, demonemia is the most urgent problem for the orcs to solve, not a battle, not a counterattack! ”

The communication between the two men reached an impasse, and the atmosphere was somewhat stagnant, until a few minutes later, Orgrim raised his head and looked at the old shaman:

"Have you already decided?"

"Yes, I decided!"

Elder Drektar said in a deep voice:

"The Kadore Elves have a strong army, but the goblins have set up a lot of trading posts in Kalimdor, they don't take a hard strategy, but let it go, in fact, on the eastern coast of Kalimdor, the Night Elves don't have a garrison at all, they only seem to like those areas full of forests, and don't care about other wild lands, do you know what I mean?"

"That's where the orcs need to live! We will multiply there, face humanity across the sea, in peace... I know you don't like the word, but it's really what our people need most, and isn't what happened to Draenor enough to wake you up? Conquest and destruction cannot bring anything happy, we cannot defeat the laws of this world, we can only blend in! ”

"If the Warsong Clan and the Thunder King Clan don't go with us, then the Frostwolf Clan will leave on their own... The war that Grom and Fenris started will soon involve the whole of Alterac, and the Frostwolf Clan doesn't want to die with them, we just want to live! That's what Nao Zu thinks, you know? The third High Chief, whether he did it right or wrong, brought the last orcs from the hopeless Draenor to Azeroth in its entirety! ”

"He wants us to live, too! If you still want war, Ogrim, go ahead and join them! ”

Drektar stood up, the always gentle shaman's tone of voice with intense questioning and anger at this moment:

"War, war! The war has done us like this! When the weary orcs are completely wiped out by the reunited humanity, don't forget, Orgrim, you are also the culprit, and your hands are also covered in blood! ”

"I don't want war! Drektar, I'm here to refuse the invitation of Grom and Fenris, I've proven my idea! ”

Orgrim also became agitated, and he stood up and roared:

"But even if we wanted to leave, would you be naïve to think that humans would be so generous to let us go? Don't be stupid, the hatred between the two sides is irresolvable, we have no ships, no supplies, nothing! With just one salvo, Kurtiras's navy can send us completely into the sea, and your plan is nothing short of whimsical! ”

"They will!"

Drektar breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly:

"There was a human magnate who promised me not long ago that he would do everything in his power to help the orcs get out of the Eastern Continent, and I believe him."

"You're crazy!"

With an incredible glint on Ogrim's face, he shouted:

"You're crazy, you're actually working with humans? Have you ever thought that this is just a despicable trap that will trick us into the sea and then make the sea our grave! Solve us once and for all! ”

"I believe him!"

The old shaman remained unmoved, he opened his arms and whispered:

"You can join us or you can refuse, but what I want to say is, Thrall, Thrall will be the most important part of this plan, and if we succeed, he will be accepted by all the orcs, he will inherit his father's place, he will be our hope for the future, and even the leader of the future orcs, but I need you to assist him!"

"Orgrim, there is no better place to teach and help him than you."

"Ten years of strife will end with a decent, mutually beneficial outcome, and believe me, Ogrim, I'm not joking with you for the survival of an entire race."

Although the great shaman could not see it, he could feel the doubts in Orgrim's heart, and he turned around, and sorted out his things a little sluggishly, and he whispered:

"Someone has shown me a future, a turbulent era has begun, and when you and I are unaware, a black hand from another world has reached out to this world, and it will soon turn everything upside down, and we, we can only struggle to survive like the former Naozu." <

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