My Rebirth and the Strange Adventure of Black Zhen

Drek'Thar, the elder shaman of the Frostwolf clan, is not only Thrall's mentor, but also his loyal follower and servant. Over the years, Drek'Thar has accompanied Thrall through countless ups and downs.

In that difficult time when the orcs were shrouded in darkness, Drek'Thar showed extraordinary value with his outstanding wisdom and courage. He was the first to see the dark side of warlock magic, and stood up without hesitation to warn everyone. He established a deep friendship with the elemental spirits and regarded shamanism as the source of power.

However, Drek'Thar's charm goes far beyond this. His gentle and wise heart is like a beacon that illuminates everyone around him. He always adheres to the ancient traditions and spares no effort to train the younger generation of shamans, just to enable the people of the tribe to better adapt to the world.

As the chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan and the warlord of the Frostwolf Hold in Alterac Valley, Drek'Thar shoulders a huge responsibility. He has witnessed the rise and fall of the old tribe, and also witnessed the rise and development of the new tribe. In this long history, he has become one of the few legendary orcs.

Time flies, and about 18 years have passed. The powerful and famous prophet unexpectedly discovered that Thrall was not only alive, but also struggling to find his clan. This discovery shocked the prophet! At this moment, a tattered but meaningful blanket suddenly appeared - it was the thing that Thrall carried with him when he was taken away. Through this blanket, Drek'Thar determined without a doubt that the person in front of him was the descendant of Durotan.

Something even more magical happened: when the mysterious soul of the fire element met Thrall for the first time, as if it was destined by heaven, it immediately revealed to everyone that Thrall had great potential to become a shaman!

As time went by, Thrall proved to everyone with his humility and pride that he had the noble qualities necessary to embark on the sacred path of shamanism. Therefore, Drek'Thar decided without hesitation to take the son of Durotan under his wing and teach him carefully, and to teach him the unique secrets of communicating with the spirits.

Not long after Thrall's training began, Drek'Thar asked his white wolf companion named Sharp Ear to find the exiled Chieftain Orgrim Doomhammer and bring him to the Frostwolf Camp. Orgrim disguised himself as a stranger and was dismissive and even sarcastic about any attempt to save the orcs and fight against the humans. This made Thrall furious, so he challenged this "stranger" to a duel without hesitation and eventually defeated him. It was only then that Orgrim revealed his true identity - it turned out that he was the legendary Doomhammer! Then Drek'Thar spoke: "Now our Frostwolves and the Warsongs must unite closely and work together to fight for the freedom of the orcs; and Thrall is fully capable of serving as your right-hand man, Lord Doomhammer!"

In the thrilling battle to liberate the Fifth Internment Camp, which is now the Battle of Hammertown in the Eastern Kingdoms, Doomhammer and Drek'Thar's close friend, the white wolf Sharpear, died heroically. Drek'Thar, filled with grief and respect, personally put on the black armor of Orgrim Doomhammer for Thrall, officially announcing the birth of a new generation of chieftains of the tribe.

The wisdom of this decision was soon proven. When Durnholde Keep was breached, the new tribe members united closely behind this young and courageous new leader. They were united and showed unprecedented strength. Under the leadership of Thrall, the tribe began to embark on a new journey full of hope and challenges.

Drek'Thar not only helped Thrall successfully cross the endless and turbulent Endless Sea, but also assisted him in establishing a powerful kingdom with the magnificent city of Orgrimmar as its capital on the vast land of Durotar.

In this new country, Drek'Thar gave full play to his outstanding wisdom and talents and carried out many amazing and magical practical activities. One of the important experiments was to try to make a special reagent, the key ingredient of which turned out to be the rare glimmer grass!

However, the glimmer grass is not an ordinary thing. It only grows on the steep and mysterious Thunder Mountain. The Thunder Lizards that originally lived there gradually became extremely aggressive for some reason, making it extremely difficult and dangerous to obtain the glimmer grass.

Just when everyone was worried about this, the brave and fearless Rexxar came to Orgrimmar. After learning of the arrival of this hero, Drek'Thar immediately made an earnest request to him - hoping that he could bring back six clumps of extremely precious glimmer grass from the dangerous Thunder Mountain!

Rexxar successfully completed the task and received high praise and rewards from Drek'Thar. However, he was full of doubts in his heart - why have the thunder lizards become more and more aggressive recently? Is there some unknown powerful external force behind it?

With deep doubts, Rexxar decided to delve deeper into the mystery. At the same time, Drek'Thar also realized that something was wrong, so he started investigating on his own.

After careful investigation, Drek'Thar was surprised to find that what Rexxar reported was completely true! These originally docile and kind thunder lizards have indeed become extremely irritable and aggressive.

When everyone was confused, Thrall stepped forward and expressed his hope to find a solution from these changes. To this end, he asked Rexxar to help Drek'Thar collect the gallbladder of the thunder lizard as a sample for further research and analysis.

Faced with Thrall's sincere request and his concern for the safety of his people, Rexxar agreed without hesitation. They began a long and arduous journey to the mysterious wilderness to find the precious bile...

During the in-depth investigation, they were shocked to find that humans were cutting down trees without restraint throughout the area! As time went on, this unscrupulous behavior led to the continuous deterioration of environmental conditions, which also made the originally docile thunder lizards become extremely irritable and crazy.

Faced with this situation, Rexxar was filled with anger and helplessness. He secretly made up his mind to completely raze these logging sites that destroyed nature and harmed animals. However, at this moment, Drek'Thar stood up to stop him and warned that doing so would violate the non-aggression treaty signed with Thrall.

Rexxar was caught in a dilemma: on the one hand, he could not sit idly by and watch these poor beasts being slaughtered by humans; on the other hand, he could not break his promise to Thrall. After a painful struggle, he finally decided to follow Drek'Thar's advice.

So they had to make a difficult and cruel choice - to kill with their own hands the beasts that had once been protected by Rexxar... This decision made everyone feel heartbroken but helpless.

After Rexxar decided to go to the vast wilderness of Kalimdor, Drek'Thar quietly returned to the Frostwolf Territory in Alterac Valley, taking heavy steps with endless guilt and self-blame in his heart.

Back at Frostwolf Fortress, Drek'Thar once again took on the responsibility of leading the Frostwolf tribe and the Horde warriors. They had to face the Stormpike Guards invading from the north. It was a brutal and fierce battle. However, despite Drek'Thar's bravery, he could not get rid of the shadow deep in his heart.

Years passed, and now Drek'Thar still regards his early misleading of the tribe as an unforgivable sin. This heavy burden weighs on his heart like a boulder, making it difficult for him to breathe. Every night, when he lies in bed and recalls the wrong decisions in the past, tears will well up in his eyes.

Occasionally, Drek'Thar would find Thrall and tell him the old stories about Draenor and Durotan. Whenever he talked about them, his voice would tremble and tears would flow like a dam breaking. Those good times, the faces of relatives and friends, kept flashing in his mind, making him feel heartbroken.

However, it is through these stories that Drek'Thar gradually found a little comfort. He hopes that by sharing these histories, the younger generation of tribal members will understand the value of peace, learn lessons from them, and not repeat the same mistakes. At the same time, this is also a way for him to redeem himself, trying to use his own experience to warn others and avoid making the same mistakes.

Thanks to Drek'Thar's efforts, the Frostwolf tribe gradually regained its former vitality. Although the shadow of war still looms over this land, they firmly guard their homeland and defend the dignity of the tribe. In the process, Drek'Thar also slowly learned to reconcile with the past and accept the self who once made mistakes.

As the Dark Portal has been tightly closed, some of the Mag'har clans that remain in Draenor still maintain the orcs' unique brown skin and firmly adhere to the shamanic faith. They continue to live on this land under the leadership of their leader, Gaiaan, Grandma Thrall.

When he learned that there were still his kind surviving in Outland, Thrall made a decision without hesitation: to immediately set off for the Dark Portal and set foot on the familiar yet unfamiliar plains of Nagrand again. However, the heavy responsibility he shouldered as the chief of the tribe forced him to postpone this trip. It was not until he could finally unload the heavy burden on his shoulders that Thrall was able to make the journey. At this moment, Drek'Thar and the Kor'kron Honor Guard also accompanied him as they headed towards Garadar, the Mag'har settlement in Nagrand. For Drek'Thar, this was also his first time returning to Outland since leaving Azeroth.

After a thrilling battle, the Lich King finally fell at the feet of the heroes. This victory not only marked the end of the war, but also became an important part of a new treaty between the Alliance and the Horde - ending hostilities in Alterac Valley.

On the eve of Deathwing's appearance, the elderly Drek'Thar has been cared for by the young orc shaman Parka. However, he has recently begun to see some strange visions frequently, but whenever he wakes up from the dream, these visions will quickly disappear from his memory.

Those illusions seemed to indicate that a great disaster was about to befall the world, and the world would be ruthlessly torn apart; at the same time, the originally planned peace talks between the Tauren and the Night Elf Druids would also be attacked unexpectedly. Drek'Thar, who was anxious, begged Parka to send a brave messenger to Ashenvale to warn the druids there that a group of ferocious orcs were preparing to attack them.

Fortunately, the messenger arrived in Ashenvale safely and conveyed the information to the night elves without hesitation. However, it was puzzling that no orcs appeared in the area afterwards. This result made the night elves more suspicious and doubtful of the tribe, and they failed to obtain other valuable information from it.

Time flies, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Drek'Thar suddenly saw another frightening vision: the earth was shaking violently, as if it was about to crack; and the originally peaceful elements began to become restless, emitting waves of sad cries.

Faced with such a strange scene, Drek'Thar was filled with fear and worry. He knew that these illusions were not a good omen and he had to inform the leader of the tribe, Thrall, as soon as possible. So he found Parka and asked the young shaman to help convey this important information.

However, Parka was skeptical of Drek'Thar's request. He believed that these hallucinations were just neurotic reactions caused by old age and physical weakness, and had no real meaning. Although Drek'Thar tried his best to defend himself, he was ultimately unable to convince Parka.

As the days passed, Drek'Thar was still restless. Sure enough, not long after, the same vision appeared before his eyes again: the elements were still wailing, and the earth was still cracking. This time, Drek'Thar was even more certain that disaster was coming.

Just as he was about to go to Parka again and tell him about the latest vision, a strong feeling of fatigue came over him. His aging body had made his mind so confused that he could not even fully recall the specific content of the vision. But he was very clear about one thing, that is, a huge disaster was approaching...

Not long after, news came from Perez Thunderhoof that the tauren of the Farstrider clan had indeed encountered what Drek'Thar had predicted: "They were attacked by orcs during a meeting with night elf druids."