Azeroth Hoag Biography

Seeing the Frostwolf lying in the snow and unable to get up, Ozan thought of beating up the Snowdog, chanted for a few seconds, and then threw a slightly slower but powerful missile in the direction of the Frostwolf and Drek'Thar. An astonishingly huge explosion of fire.

However, as soon as this powerful pyroblast flew halfway, it was intercepted by Ned. The blue dragon in human form appeared in front of Drek'Thar, and then punched him casually. The Pyroblast exploded in the air, causing sparks to fly. It fell to the snow with a "crack" sound, and evaporated a large amount of water mist. When the cold wind blew it, it turned into snowflakes and fell to the ground again.

Ned raised his hand and grabbed it in the air, pointing his palm in the direction of Ozan. Ozan's expression changed, and he was about to run away, but was restrained in place by an invisible force. Ozan suddenly felt that his body and spirit were being restrained. A powerful force suppressed him so tightly that he couldn't even move his eyes or move his fingers.

Ned kept his grasping posture and came to Ozan: "I think I have made it very clear! Don't touch this orc, the other orcs are yours! Why can't you understand?"

"My pyroblast can at most kill the frost wolf, but not hurt the orc at all!" Ozan thought, his heart full of regret, but at this time, his body and spirit were completely suppressed by Ned. Next, Ozan couldn't even control his facial muscles, let alone defend himself.

"I don't care what your reasons are. As long as you remember one thing, your life is in my hands. I won't kill you just because you are still useful. So if you try to touch my bottom line again, no matter what Whether you do it intentionally or not, I will let you know what true despair is!" Ned's voice was as calm as ever, but the indifference and cruelty contained in it was like an avalanche, defeating Ozan's remaining will to resist. .

"Now get out of the way and do what you want to do!" Ned said, loosening his grip, and then pointed at the orc camp not far away as if driving a dog away, suppressing Ozan all the time. Only then did the invisible pressure on his body disappear without a trace.

As soon as Ozan was free, he sat down on the snow. During the period of being suppressed by Ned, Ozan maintained a very uncomfortable posture, so at this time Ozan only felt that there was no abnormality in his whole body. Full of soreness.

But even so, Ozan did not dare to stay longer. He glanced at Ned with fear, then stumbled and ran in the direction of the orc camp. After entering the valley, he roared like a wild beast.

"What's wrong with me?" Drek'Thar asked in a low voice, he had just woken up from his coma.

Previously, the old shaman fell hard into the snow from the back of the rolling Frost Wolf Sharp Ear. Such a violent impact was too intense for an old orc shaman. Rektar suddenly passed out.

But fortunately, the soft snowdrift greatly reduced the impact, so Drek'Thar only had some minor scratches on his body. Soon, he was nourished by the healing totem he had just placed on the ground casually to prove his identity. , the wounds on Drek'Thar's body began to slowly shrink, and the old shaman also woke up.

"You fell off the back of your big dog. Fortunately, you weren't seriously injured!" Ned said, walking to the healing totem. He gently put his hand into the water ball floating above the totem, curious. The water ball was stirred, but no matter how he touched the water ball, there would be a stream of water flowing from the wooden stakes inserted into the ground into the water ball.

"I heard you said you were looking for a shaman, right? If you don't mind that my old bones are running out, please accept my life and let my people go! Their demands are not high at all. , I just want to live." Drek'Thar took a few breaths in the snow, then climbed up with strength, and lowered his head to plead with Ned.

Drek'Thar has already seen that Ned does not have much ill will towards the Frostwolf clan, but sometimes killing does not require hatred, just like an old orc saying goes: "When thunder elephants fight, ants suffer."

In front of Ned, the Frostwolf clan is as fragile as an anthill in front of the Thunder Elephant, not to mention that there is a human who is full of hatred for the orcs beside Ned, so Drektar only hopes that his The value is enough to make Ned proud.

"I do want to study shamans, but that doesn't mean you can use this opportunity to make demands on me!" Ned shook his head. He didn't have much interest in the Frostwolf clan. He will wait for another five or six years. year, maybe his interest is even greater.

In the original course of history, a few years later, a young orc named Thrall would be raised by humans and find the Frostwolf clan living in seclusion in the Alterac Mountains. Under his guidance, he gained recognition from the elemental spirits and promoted the profession of shaman to glory again.

However, now, Thrall, the future savior shaman, is still in the orc concentration camp in Durnhold Castle in the Hillblade Hills, aiming to become a gladiator and receiving human teachings, and Ned is also It was impossible to waste so much time on these orcs, so the Frostwolf orcs at this time were completely meaningless to Ned.

"If you want to study shamanism, then you should leave my people alive. Although they are not shamans, they can be regarded as my apprentices. Although my time is limited, my apprentices There may be a day when we can regain the recognition of the elemental spirits." Drektal immediately changed his opinion. Since Ned hopes to study shamans, he should keep these seedlings who may become shamans. After all, Germany Rek'tar's days are numbered, and these young orcs still have the possibility of becoming shamans.

"What you said makes sense! Very good. I will order Ozan not to harm your apprentices, as well as the young orcs who may become your apprentices." Ned followed suit. He knew very well that the old shaman in front of him said this, but Another way is to make him spare the life of the orc, but Ned doesn't care about this, as long as the result is beneficial to him, he will try.

And objectively speaking, Drektar is right. There may be one or two lucky ones among the young orcs who may become shamans. Although this possibility is not too high, Ned I am also willing to give it a try. Anyway, it will only take a few years to raise these orcs. The Elrethalas family has a huge business and can fully afford it.