Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 281 11. The Secret of Drek'Thar --- Add more for the brothers who donate [2430]

He'll stay here, won't he?

Orgrim stood by the cedar forest in the Frostwolf territory. He hid in the shadows and looked at Thrall who was chatting with some orcs around the campfire. The latter's orc language was very bad and he could only use a few words And hand gestures to communicate with the other orcs, but Thrall and these new friends are faring well, thanks to the good wine Taretha has brought back.

Many members of the Frostwolf clan did not drink the blood of the devil. They were probably the only one among all the orc clans that still retained the simple nature of the orcs.

Elder Drek'Thar, who was standing beside Orgrim, replied:

I also want Thrall to stay here, he belongs here naturally.

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

But there are still many people in the clan who are unwilling to accept him. Do you understand what I mean? Orgrim, they don't hate Thrall. His gentle personality makes it easy to make friends, but what the clan people hate is his inner strength. Something, as he said himself, beneath his orcish exterior lay a human soul.

But Durotan will want his son to return to the Frostwolf.

Orgrim's ten fingers moved, and he said in a deep voice:

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 he must learn to be an orc instead of being so out of place.

The orc elder sighed:

But what I am worried about is not the opinions of the tribe, but Thrall. I am worried that he is unwilling to change. We have talked with him. You should also feel that he hates the wars that have happened. He hates our Bloodthirsty compatriot, he has a peaceful soul and a wise head, maybe he is very suitable to be a shaman, he needs to be recognized!

Recognition...it's so hard.

Orgrim 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 allowed him to gain a foothold in the clan, but He is far from the strongest one, just watch, maybe tomorrow, some grumpy lad will challenge him.

Is it true that someone who has been a great chief will only think of such a brutal method in his mind?

Drek'Thar showed a smile, he shook his head:

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

The old shaman turned and walked towards his tent. He whispered:

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

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In the big shaman's tent, there was a mysterious smell of incense. Orgrim was born in the age of orcs' natural beliefs. He knew very well that this was some mixed herbs to help the shamans feel better. Good communication with the elements, sometimes they also use this kind of incense to ask some questions to the ancestors.

And Drek'Thar walked into the tent, he waved his hand, and the shaman apprentices standing in the tent left here one after another, the old shaman rummaged through a pile of bone sacrifices, and finally took out a piece The animal skin was placed in front of Orgrim who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The former great chief opened the hide, and while he was looking at the orc writing, the old shaman also sat on the ground and said in a low voice:

After your failure, Ner'zhul brought the remaining clans of Draenor into Azeroth again. As you know, the elemental spirits in this world are extremely powerful, and Ner'zhul is a talented shaman. So with the help of the elements, I had a brief exchange with him, even though we never met.

Astral teleportation?

Orgrim snorted: I know this kind of shaman-inherited spell. If there were shamans in my army who could use this spell, we wouldn't have lost so badly.

The failure of the old tribe is doomed.

Drek'Thar didn't care about Orgrim's ugly face, he poured himself a cup of tea and said softly:

Magic is not our strong point. After losing the protection of the elements, facing the united human beings, your failure is not accidental. As far as I know, even in the most intense time of the war, the people hidden in the human kingdom Those powerful mages have not appeared... Of course, this is not what we are talking about now.

During my short communication with Ner'zhul, he told me his worries and plans. He knew that his actions at that time might be seeking skins from tigers and cooperating with undead. He could not see any hope. Therefore, in the process of When the orcs snatched the artifact, Ner'zhul gave a secret mission to the warriors of the tribe.

Drek'Thar was silent for a moment, and after Orgrim finished reading the animal skin letter in his hand, the chief raised his head again and looked at the old shaman:

So, Rexxar, that Moknatha hybrid, really found that continent? I thought it was the goblins who tricked me.

Hoo hoo hoo.

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 with Azeroth, it is far inferior to Azeroth, whether it is the land area or the secrets hidden in the ocean. In the past few years The war between the orcs and the humans has shocked the entire Eastern Continent, but believe me, for this huge and mysterious world, this war is not as important as you think.

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

Yes, when the Dark Portal was closed and the major clans were forced to flee and hide throughout the Eastern Continent, Rexxar was given a mission to cross the sea with the help of the goblins with the ogres who were loyal to him. , They have been living on the continent named Kalimdor for nearly 4 years now... Rexxar spent these time traveling all over the wild continent, the animal skin you see is the It was sent to me by the goblin merchant ship 4 months ago.

There is a super civilization in that continent, bigger than orcs, bigger than humans, and even bigger than all the kingdoms of the Eastern Continent combined. It’s their territory in name.”

The great chief frowned. He returned the animal skin to the great shaman. He rubbed his chin and said softly:

Sounds dangerous... Those elves, are their military strength strong?

Very strong!

There was a look of worry on the elder shaman's face:

It is said that they single-handedly repelled the demon army that invaded this world 10,000 years ago. It was also in that war that the continent that was originally connected as one in Azeroth was split. The Eastern Continent is only a part of the land of this world. Moreover, Rexxar discovered night elf fortresses in the north and southwest of Kalimdor, and according to him, any army in those two fortresses can directly match the tribe under your command.

This is the retreat that Ner'zhul left for us?

Orgrim shook his head:

I feel that if we go there, it may be more dangerous than in the Eastern Continent. It is almost impossible to implement. Grom and Fenris will not agree to leave in such a disheveled manner. 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 understand, I would rather die here.

But if you don't agree, we will carry it out!

The tone of the old shaman became tough, with a touch of excitement:

Demon blood disease! Although there are not many members of the Frostwolf clan who drank the blood of the devil, I still noticed this disease. The rage brought by the blood of the devil has dissipated, but it is still stubbornly affecting our lives. Clansmen, weaken them, the most frightening thing is not only the physical weakening, but also the spiritual level! They are no longer suitable for fighting!

Grom and Fenris' freeing of the people in the Arathi Highlands sounds exciting, but every time they take a prisoner-of-war camp, they bring a bunch of... well, a bunch of trouble! You understand ? They will not be able to survive sooner or later, and the most urgent problem that the orcs need to solve is the magic blood disease, not a battle, not a counterattack!

The communication between the two reached a stalemate, and the atmosphere was a little stagnant. After a few minutes, Orgrim raised his head and looked at the old shaman:

Have you decided yet?

Yes, I've decided!

Elder Drek'Thar said in a deep voice:

The Kaldorei elves have a strong army, but the goblins have set up many trading posts in Kalimdor. They did not adopt a tough strategy, but let it go. In fact, on the eastern coast of Kalimdor, the night elves did not Without a garrison, they only seem to like the areas full of forests, and don't care about the rest of the wild lands, you know what I mean?

That's the home that the orcs need! We'll thrive there, across the sea from humans, in peace...I know you don't like that word, but that's what our people need most, Della Isn’t everything that happened in Nuo not enough to wake you up? Conquest and destruction can’t bring any happy endings, we can’t defeat the laws of this world, we can only blend into it!”

If the Warsong Clan and the Thunder King Clan don't go with us, then the Frostwolf Clan will leave by itself... The war between Grom and Fenris will soon involve the whole of Alterac, Frostwolf The clan doesn't want to die with them, we just want to live! This is what Ner'zhul thought, do you understand? The third warchief, no matter what he did right or wrong, he completely removed the last orcs from Hopeless Draenor brought to Azeroth!

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

Drek'Thar stood up, and the tone of this always gentle shaman was full of strong questioning and anger at this moment:

War, war! War has made us like this! When the tired orcs are completely wiped out by the reunited humans, don't forget, Orgrim, you are also the culprit. It's covered in blood!

I don't want war! Drek'Thar, I came here to reject Grom's and Fenris' invitations, and I've proved my point!

Orgrim was also excited. He stood up and roared:

But even if we want to leave, do you naively think that humans will let us go so generously? Don't be stupid, the hatred between the two sides is irresolvable. We have no ships, no supplies, and nothing! Kool Tiras's navy can send us completely into the sea with a single salvo, your plan is simply whimsical!

They will!

Drek Tar breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly:

There is a human figure who promised me not long ago that he will do his best to help the orcs leave the eastern continent, and I believe him.

You're crazy!

An incredible light shone on Orgrim's face, and he shouted:

Are you crazy, you actually cooperate with humans? Have you ever thought that this is just a despicable trap, he will trick us into the sea, and then make the sea our grave! Solve us once and for all!

I believe in 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 orcs, and he will inherit His father's position, he will become our hope in the future, even the leader of the orcs in the future, but I need you to assist him!

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

The 10-year dispute will end with a decent result that is beneficial to both parties. Believe me, Orgrim, I am not joking with you with the survival of the entire race.

Although the great shaman couldn't see it, he could feel the doubts in Orgrim's heart. He turned around and sorted out his things in a desolate manner. He whispered:

Someone showed me a future, a turbulent era has begun, before you and I are aware, a black hand from another world has reached out to this world, it will soon overturn everything, and we, we We can only struggle to survive like Ner'zhul once did.