Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 678 9. Finally found you! BATMAN Uh, I mean, Lexa!

As the captain of the Frostwolf clan, or the frontline warlord, Captain Galvan undoubtedly knew Varok Saurfang, who was much younger than the legendary orc.

He almost grew up listening to the legendary stories of the Saurfang brothers.

Now he wants to use force to drive the legendary orcs out of the Frostwolf clan's territory, which is completely impossible.

But it has to be done!

Now that Elder Drek'Thar has been assassinated by a despicable human, Galvan, as the most capable warrior in the clan, must prop up the morale of the Frostwolf clan.

This is the tradition of the orcs.

Whether you can fight or not is one thing; whether you dare to fight or not is another matter.

As the most conservative and traditional clan among the orcs, the Frostwolf orcs value their glory more than their lives. Therefore, Captain Galvan mustered up the courage in his heart, suppressed his fear, and strode towards Saurfang.

Facing his provocation, Varok had a helpless expression on his face.

Of course he understood Galvan's situation at this time.

If possible, he would prefer that the two of them could sit down and talk, but unfortunately, it was almost impossible to talk before he convinced them.

But to deal with his compatriots, it is not necessary to use a deadly blow, so there is no need to use weapons, so Saurfang moved his fists and prepared to step forward to challenge.

But unexpectedly, there was a guy who was one step ahead of him.

"Overseer, here I come!"

Thrall took a step forward with his battle ax and stood in front of Varok. Saurfang was stunned for a moment, and then turned around and glared at the evil warlock with a strange smile on his face.

Even if they defect to the pirates, these warlocks are still a bunch of bastards who are afraid of chaos in the world!

The warlord was about to speak when he heard Thrall whisper:

"I want to integrate into my people, Overseer, this is what you taught me. The first thing to become an orc is to never be afraid of fighting."

"Well, that's true."

Saurfang nodded, then thought again, this is indeed an opportunity.

Sal's situation is too special.

His experiences in the past ten years of his life destined him to be unable to get the conservative and traditional Frostwolf orcs to accept him using normal methods.

Instead of groveling, it's better to solve the problem the way the orcs do.

"Take off your clothes."

Saurfang glanced at Garfan and told Thrall:

"You have fought in a gladiatorial match in Blackmore's castle before. You are not a young person who has never seen blood. Keep in mind the fighting method that human taught you.

Don't be reckless.

Your advantage over other compatriots is your brain. Do you understand? You have a weapon besides the battle ax, and you have a flexible mind that they don't have.

Use it wisely. "

"Um."

Sal took a deep breath, took off his heavy cloak, threw his coat aside, and wore a close-fitting linen gown.

He held the Trollbane battle ax in his hand, took a step forward, imitated the postures of other orcs when fighting, clenched his fists, and thumped his chest hard.

"Wait! You. Your face."

Thrall came to join the fight, making other onlookers the Frostwolf orcs noisy together. They were impressed by the courage of this little cub, who actually dared to fight Captain Garfan.

Judging from the immature look on his face, this kid is probably not yet an adult. He is probably not even a hard worker at the bottom of the orc military system.

This kind of courage is okay.

But when Captain Galfan, who was originally full of fighting spirit, saw Sal's face after taking off his leather hat, he suddenly fell into a strange sluggishness.

He is a native warrior of the Frostwolf clan.

He was very familiar with the previous generation of Chief Durotan and his wife Draka, and Thrall's face suddenly reminded him of those two deceased chiefs.

so similar!

The big face resembles the wise Chief Durotan, and the blue eyes resemble the brave Ms. Draka.

"Baby!"

Captain Galvan asked in a low voice while warming up:

"Who are you!"

Sal's answer was succinct.

He clutched his axe, recalling the fighting methods that General Blackmoore had taught him, as he had fought in the underground gladiatorial arena of Durnholde Castle.

He lowered his body, observed the tall orc in front of him, and said:

"I was just a kid who wanted to go home."

"You really are."

Captain Galfan's eyes widened, but Thrall unexpectedly launched a charge at him. This young orc benefited from being fed well and clothed warmly in Durnholde Castle, which made him larger than his size. Older orcs are stronger.

He suddenly rushed over and swung his ax in a circular motion. The force of the collision caught Captain Galfan off guard and knocked him back a few steps before he could stand still.

But he was experienced after all. When he saw Thrall was about to hit him in a row, he put down the ax handle and struck Thrall on the chin with a swift punch.

The high-level warrior didn't use the power of his anger, but the punch was painful enough.

Thrall felt that his teeth were shaking, but he was not defeated by the pain. He had combat experience and knew what was most important at this time.

Amidst the exclamations of the surrounding orcs, the furious little kid not only did not retreat, but after receiving a punch from the captain, he lowered his head and ran into the captain's arms.

This kind of close combat entanglement made it impossible for the two people's heavy weapons to work well.

The two orcs gave up their battle axes almost at the same time and began to fight each other with their fists, but Thrall's footsteps were obviously more flexible, which was his area of ​​expertise.

Unlike the warriors' open and close battles on the battlefield, the gladiator training he received was almost all in this close combat mode.

After receiving several punches from Captain Galfan with his arm, Sal returned the favor and hit the captain in the eye with one punch. Then he leaned over and hugged his waist. With a roar, he grabbed the captain off the ground. He fell on his back and fell to the ground.

The young orc roared and rode on the captain's waist, punching him in the face with rounded fists.

The captain with extra panda eyes was also angered.

This little kid kicked his nose in the face just because he didn't use all his strength, so he had to teach him a lesson. The next moment, anger broke out, wrapping around the captain's arms like flames.

Sal's heavy punch was easily caught by Captain Galfan, and he was knocked away by the fierce punch. He rolled around in the snow several times before struggling to get up.

"Ha! This is the 'bravery' of the Frostwolf clan! To deal a heavy blow to a little cub, it's really an honor to bully a small one, bah!"

The evil eye of the warlock jumped out immediately.

He was so angry that he yelled to Captain Galvan:

"You are three times as old as Go'el. You have killed more people than he has ever seen. To deal with such a brat, you have to use the power of anger. Although I, a humble warlock, am blind in one eye, today What an eye-opener.

The Frostwolf clan is nothing more than that!

Everyone can see clearly that our Guyir is the winner! "

This shout made Captain Galvan a little embarrassed, and also caused the surrounding Frostwolf orcs to make noisy shouts. Some people thought that although Evil Eye was using strong words, what he said was reasonable.

Others believe that the battle must be decided and that the power of anger can be used.

But no matter how they discussed it, Sal's courage was at least initially accepted by everyone.

"Elder Drek'Thar is here!"

Someone shouted from outside the crowd, and the orcs watching the excitement made way for the weak elder who was supported by two shamans to enter.

Drek'Thar lost his eyes due to an accident in his early years.

He cannot observe with magic eyes like Blake, but as a legendary shaman, he does not need to use eyes to see this living world.

When walking into the battle circle, the weak shaman quickly sensed Thrall's presence. The elemental wind whispered in his ear, outlining Thrall's appearance and his blue eyes for him.

This made Drek'Thar excited almost immediately.

"Guil"

He said Thrall's orc name, which made Thrall stunned for a moment, and then Warlock Warlock pushed him behind him and said:

"This is Elder Drek'Thar, your father's friend and mentor, and the person your parents trust most. You can trust him with your life, and he will never let you down.

Go ahead.

Confess your identity to him.

If he accepts you, you are truly home. "

Thrall's breathing quickened.

There were still scars on his face from the beating he had just received, and his stomach hurt, but he still managed to straighten his back and strode up to Drek'Thar.

He said to the old orc who was "looking" at him:

"I am Thrall, and I am also Go'el. I am the son of Durotan and Draka. I am the child left behind by the Frostwolf clan. Elder, I went home today. Today.

Please accept me and your clan. "

Thrall's self-explosion of identity caused an uproar among the surrounding Frostwolf orcs.

But the old shaman didn't have any surprises. After all, a "prophet" had already informed him of the news in the cave.

But his spirits were clearly high.

The emotion of surprise even overcame the physical pain and weakness, like a fire, making the old shaman's posture suddenly fuller.

"Of course, we won't refuse a wanderer's return home, my boy."

The old orc held Thrall's hand. Thrall could feel the excitement of the elder in front of him, and his fingers were trembling.

He said:

"The Frostwolf clan is your forever home. The elements tell me that there is sadness in your heart that cannot be wiped away. You must have had a bad life these years. Come on, child, come on.

Talk to me, I want to hear your story. "

Before taking Sal back to the cave, the old shaman turned back to Captain Galfan and other commanders and said:

"Pull back all the tribesmen sent out, place the King of Winter we summoned in the middle of the valley to set up defenses to prevent human sneak attacks, and then pack up, tribesmen.

We won't be here much longer.

After I reveal to you a terrible conspiracy, we will set off again. We will leave here and go to a place where we will not be disturbed and continue our lives.

Since the war ended a year ago.

Then let it end forever. "

Saurfang also went with him to discuss the migration issue with Drek'Thar, but he was pulled back by the warlock Evil Eye, who had a sinister eyebrow and a rat's eye.

The warlock whispered a few words to him, conveying the words for Black.

Varok Saurfang frowned immediately after hearing this, turned around without saying a word, mounted his warg, and drove deep into the Alterac Valley.

——

Almost a day later, Blake was walking with his bear and wolf in the endless snowfield of the valley.

The three of them seemed to be wandering aimlessly.

From time to time, I would go exploring in the surrounding woods or valleys.

But the general direction has been towards the middle of the mountain range, and it has not stopped midway.

Blake sent his smart and brave bird to fly ahead to find his target and guide him. He was sure that he would encounter some strange things in this valley.

"Last night, just two hours after old Merry went to Stannblad, he encountered an orc assassin trying to assassinate Auriden. I am indeed a prophet with foresight."

The smelly pirate rode behind the ghost wolf and proudly said to the big bear who was following him:

"The assassin was driven away by old Merry.

But judging from the direction of his escape, we can just stop him here. I want to see what kind of surprise this Duke Cholazzi can give me.

I also really want to know which rats were included in his sinking ship. "

"Ouch~"

Big Bear's response was an uninspired growl.

It was not interested in what Blake said at all, which was normal. No matter how smart it was, it was just a bear.

"Tweet"

Just when Blake took off his longbow with a spiritual string and planned to shoot two plump snow rabbits in the ice and snow to fill his stomach, the released little birds flapped their wings and fell from the sky with a loud scream.

She landed on Blake's arm, bouncing and chirping, as if she had seen something extraordinary, she looked very excited, and the feathers on her neck popped up.

As if he was frightened.

"Don't panic, don't panic, I'm here, poor little baby."

Blake gently reached out and stroked the bird's feathers, and kept comforting her, and then activated the Beast Covenant to see what the bird saw just now.

As soon as he saw the result, the stinky pirate became energetic.

"Ah, I've been searching for him for thousands of times, but I didn't expect to meet him in this damn place! This is fate! All three of you, please cheer up and don't embarrass me in front of Lord Lexa.

He is a hunter and I am a hunter.

He has three pets and I have three pets.

He had a bear, I also had a bear, he once had a wolf, I now have a wolf, he had an eagle that could fly very high, and I had a smarter bird.

I have everything he has, and I have everything he doesn’t have.

Gee, I can be considered a ‘youth version’ of the Wilderness Ranger.

Oh, yes, and this!

Something I almost forgot. "

Blake searched around in the suitcase for a while, and finally took out a wolf tooth pendant that he had obtained a long time ago from the corner of the suitcase at the bottom of the suitcase, and put it in front of his eyes to look at it.

He flicked the thing proudly and said:

"It depends on turning on the favorability level."

"Let's go, let's go. Although this hellish place is not Gotham, we can still see Batman!"