As the boat got closer and closer to Northrend, Thrall began to get a little uneasy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He was increasingly worried about what his people would think of him—although he learned his identity from the mouth of an orc slave, after all, he had been raised by humans from the beginning, and even most of the orcs in the concentration camps looked at him differently.

As if sensing Sal's concern, Rogosh placed his hand on his shoulder, and the breeze began to blow gently around Sal, allowing Sal to slowly relax.

A boat carried a group of four people across the ocean and brought them to Howling Fjord in Northrend while Orgrim was still in hiding.

In a sheltered natural harbor, the four disembarked.

"In front of this port is our city, named Durotal, named after your father, who was a great warrior - but alas, you may not be."

Logosh wondered why the wise shaman would deny him, but out of respect, he didn't respond violently - the result was that Lorgosh looked relieved and affirmed that Sal would not be like his father.

After some distance, Logosh turned left and crossed a hill to a plain.

A high wall appeared in front of it, with a protruding watchtower on the wall.

“throm-ka！” Logosh excitedly waved his hands at the guards on the watchtower, and the Spirit of the Wind obeyed his call and blew the flags on both sides of the watchtower.

The red banner was painted with a steel shield with spikes on all sides, and in the center of the shield there was a diamond-shaped mark - it looked like a red-hot stone.

The blue banner depicts a wolf's head, surrounded by wolf fangs and furs, and in the background are three spears crossed together.

"See those two flags?" Logosh stretched out his hand, "The red side belongs to the Blackstone Clan, and the blue side belongs to our Frostwolf Clan, and it is under that battle flag that we have hunted, fought, and pursued glory for generations. ”

By this time, Itreg was already in tears—he didn't know that the Blackfang Clan, formed by the Black Hand brothers, had been restored to Blackstone's name under Drektar's rules, and the old Swordmaster never imagined that he would one day see Blackstone's banner.

Now, the banner of the Blackstone Clan is flying with the frostwolf, which at least proves that the Blackstone Clan has overcome the negativity brought about by the demon's blood!

Itreig's guess was correct.

At the beginning, the blackfang orcs were suddenly kicked out of the blackstone tower by the drunken wind, and came to the vast ice field of the dragon bone wilderness through the teleportation array.

The unprepared Blackfang Orcs have reunited in order to survive.

On the cold ice field, the Blackfang Orcs hunt cooperatively during the day and huddle together at night to keep warm, and they re-experience the blue wisps of the orc's ancestors in Draenor.

Difficulties and struggles have calmed the raging demonic blood in their bodies, and the Blackfang Orcs have regained their traditions.

Reindeer, snow monsters, mammoths......

The united Blackfang Orcs had a larger and larger hunt, and they migrated east as they hunted, and by the time they had made their way through Grizzly Hills to Howling Fjord, a year had passed.

A whole year's journey was like a pilgrimage for the Blackfang Clan, and the Black Hand brothers grew a lot through countless trials and tribulations, and finally under the witness of Drektar, they restored the name of Blackstone and settled in Howling Fjord with the Frostwolf Orcs.

The gates of the city walls slowly opened, and Logosh walked in the front.

"Sal, welcome home."

Go home......

Thrall was on the verge of tears, he had never dared to expect himself to have a home, a group of free people.

But now, he's seen everything he didn't dare to imagine before.

There were tall orc buildings everywhere, and even the snow couldn't hide their hideousness, and there were even the corpses of the Ancestral Dragons hanging from the spikes at the tops of several buildings.

Not far away, a number of orc women were busy dissecting the carcass of a huge mammoth, and one of them was complaining to the male orc next to her that they had damaged her skin by not doing it properly—while the orc male was giggling and inviting her to hunt with him next time.

Spotting the arrival of a new person, several small frost wolves ran over curiously, and behind them, the adult frost wolves began to howl in the sky: "Woo-"

The little frost wolf also began to howl: "Whoa, ヾ (≧o≦) 〃嗷 ~" There is still a milk cavity in the voice, but it already has a somewhat fierce appearance.

Several of the orcs then ran out of the house and found their little frostwolf, and the man and the wolf began to roll on the ground.

In the distance, there was a clanging sound of striking iron from a large house, and with a piercing "hiss-" sound, a puff of white smoke came out.

The guards greeted him and saluted Logosh's chest.

And by this time Itrig looked at the little orc, who had fallen to his knees in the snow, and he kissed the earth reverently, muttering thanks for everything.

Thrall was speechless in astonishment, and although this was the first time he had seen it, he was already sure in his heart that this was what an orc should be!

And the old Ferdin, who walked at the end, was even more emotional.

From the eyes of these little orcs, he saw only purity - eyes are the windows to the soul, and the paladin is now more and more convinced that orcs are not all bastards.

At that moment, an old shaman with a black cloth over his eyes hurried out of the largest building.

"Guy, is that you, Guyyle?" He ran straight to Thrall, "I heard the elementals say that Logosh is back, did Logosh bring you back too?" ”

"This is Drektar, my teacher, our acting chief—he is a great shaman."

By this time, Sal and Drektar were hugging each other.

"Like, really like—Gouyle, your body and smell are almost exactly like your father's."

Thrall didn't correct his name, and after seeing the real orcs, he felt that his name should be Gouyle in front of his people.

That night, Thrall had his first taste of orc food: snapper sashimi, raw squid feet, charcoal-grilled mammoth meat, wild deer tendons......

At the dinner table, Drektar sings a rare old orc ballad.

Then it became a chorus, and even Itrig began to scream at his neck.

Everyone was very happy – except Old Fording.

It's not that he can't see that the orcs are doing well, but he doesn't have enough to eat at all, after all, the table full of bloody and half-cooked food is still a little more difficult for humans......

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The custom of the orcs, inviting to hunt together is similar to proposing, haha...... (To be continued.) )