Port of New Grommet.

"Remember, orcs value honor and advocate bravery, but as a chief, the most important thing is wisdom! When you are carried away by anger, it is the beginning of the decline of you and your tribe!"

Drek'Thar is teaching young Thrall how to deal with the internal conflicts of the Frostwolf clan and teaching him the rules of coexistence with other clans.

"But, teacher." Thrall raised his head with a slight dissatisfaction on his face. Not long after he was rescued from the arena by his teacher, he learned the truth about his parents. He was surrounded by pain and confusion, and the burden of leading the Frostwolf clan...

It also followed.

Sal recalled the anger when the teacher told him that his parents were killed by Gul'dan. There was hot anger flowing under his green skin. The elemental power of the water element gently caressed Sal's rough skin and calmed him down.

Thrall said: "If we don't have power, we still can't protect ourselves. I think Orgrim is more like a real orc!"

"He has also been weak! But appropriate concessions are for the future of the entire tribe!" Drek'Thar did not want to talk about the past orc war, which was a lamentation of misery, pain and death.

Suddenly, the water elements used to practice shamanic power in Sal's palm began to become violent. They condensed into water droplets and jumped in Sal's palm!

"Elemental riot! How is that possible?!" Although Thrall had just come into contact with the shaman's way, he understood what the scene in front of him represented!

"Come out with me and take a look!" Drek'Thar immediately raised the curtain of the tent, with worry and anxiety in his eyes.

At this time, the camp was also in chaos, with countless orcs running, but they didn’t know where they were fleeing!

"Look, look, look at the water! Ancestors!"

The tent where the chief was located was located on a hill on the side of the port. The two of them took a breath: "Spirit of the elements, can you hear our prayers? Why do you want to bring new suffering?"

They saw that the sky was getting dark and heavy, and then large dark clouds rolled in from the west, bringing with them boundless tides and wind waves, pushing the gradually rising Grommet Port under the water!

"Teacher, what should we do?" At this time, Thrall was not the wise and brave chieftain later, let alone the Shaman of the Ring of Earth who later saved the world. The orcs did not have the same harsh environment as before, and Thrall had not experienced it either.

After a journey of ups and downs, I am still quite immature.

Drek'Thar frowned, just thinking for a moment, put away his weakness and pity, and the need for survival that had been passed down from the harsh environment of Draenor had already taken over!

"Evacuate! Let's go to a higher place!"

Thrall did not understand that as the new chief of the Frostwolf clan, his responsibility was to bring the clan survival and prosperity. He asked: "But mentor, there are many others."

"You are the chief, you can't save everyone, you must be cruel, because more followers will die because of your hesitation!" Drek'Thar said, and for a moment, he looked more sad than Thrall,

But this moment was hidden by him.

"Blow the horn, let all the tribesmen try their best to escape!" Drek'Thar's voice was cold, because only in this way can the weakness in Thrall's heart be dispelled.

Sal didn't want to give up on his people. He struggled and said: "Maybe our shaman group can"

"No!" Drek'Thar said. "The Shamans are the future of our Frostwolf clan, and this disaster is far beyond what they can handle."

After all, they did not look back. This is the orcs. In the long years of Draenor, in order to deal with the increasingly dangerous environment and terrifying predators, the orcs have long learned to sacrifice, even if it takes most of the tribe, to save the world.

A few hopes!

The Frostwolf clan gave up a large amount of supplies and many clansmen stored in the port. They hid on the high slopes, on the hills surrounded by water, and watched the turbulent sea current pouring from the lower places to the higher places, rolling past them, and heading towards

The orc camps and cities to the east are rushing away!

"The orcs are finished!" Drek'Thar knew clearly that the orcs were powerless in the face of this wild current. The home they had built for decades was destroyed in this flood!

It rained violently for seven days.
Chapter completed!