11. The Secret of Drek'Thar --- For the Brothers [24/30]
"He's going to stay here, right?"
Orgrim stood on the edge of 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 poor and could only use a few words.
and gestures to communicate with other orcs, but thanks to the wine brought back by Taresha, Thrall and these new friends are making pretty good progress.
Many members of the Frostwolf clan have not drank the blood of demons. They are probably the only clan among all the orc clans that still retains the simple nature of the orcs.
Elder Drek'Thar, standing next to Orgrim, replied:
"I also want Sal to stay here, he was born to belong here."
The old shaman pursed his lips, then shook his head.
"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 clansmen hate is the inner nature of him.
Something, as he said himself, there is a human soul hidden under his orcish appearance."
"But Durotan would want his son to return to the Frostwolves."
Orgrim's 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 let all the clansmen accept him. He must make sacrifices and contributions to the clan. At least he must learn to become an orc, instead of being so out of place now."
The orc elder sighed:
"But what I'm worried about is not the opinions of my tribe, but Sal. I'm worried that he himself is unwilling to change. We have all talked with him, and you should also be able to feel that he hates the war that happened, and he hates those of us.
A 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 admire warriors, but he is too young. Although the combat skills he learned from humans allowed him to gain a foothold in the clan,
He is far from the most powerful one. Just watch, probably tomorrow, there will be a hot-tempered young man who will challenge him."
"Is it true that someone who has been a great chief only thinks of such brutal methods?"
Drek'Thar showed a smile and shook his head:
"I have a way to help Thrall, but it is very risky. Besides, haven't you always been curious about why Grom and Fenris are so eager to let the Frostwolf clan join them?"
The old shaman turned towards his tent and whispered:
"Because there is 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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The great shaman's tent was filled with the smell of mysterious incense. Orgrim was born in the era of the orcs' natural belief. He knew very well that these were some mixed herbs to help the shamans be better.
It is good for communicating with the elements. Sometimes they also use this incense to ask their ancestors some questions.
And Drek'Thar walked into the tent, he waved his hand, and the shaman apprentices standing in the tent left 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 chief opened the animal skin. When he looked at the orc writings, the old shaman also sat on the ground and whispered:
"After your failure, Ner'zhul once again entered Azeroth with the remaining clans of Draenor. You know that the elemental spirits in this world are extremely powerful, and Ner'zhul is a genius shaman.
Therefore, with the help of the elements, I had a brief communication with him, although we did not meet."
"Astral teleportation?"
Orgrim snorted: "I know this kind of magic inherited by shamans. If there were shamans in my army who could use this kind of magic at that time, we would not have been defeated so miserably."
"The failure of the old tribe is doomed."
Drek'Thar didn't pay attention to 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, your failure in the face of the united human beings is not accidental. As far as I know, even when the war was at its most intense, there were hidden secrets in the human kingdom.
Those powerful mages have not appeared either... Of course, that is not what we are talking about now."
"During my brief exchange with Ner'zhul, he told me all his worries and plans. He knew that his behavior at the time might be seeking skin from a tiger, and he saw no hope in the process of cooperating with the undead. Therefore, in
When the orcs were snatching the artifact, Ner'zhul gave a secret mission to the warriors of the tribe."
Drek'Thar was silent for a moment. After Orgrim finished reading the animal skin letter in his hand, the warchief raised his head again and looked at the old shaman:
"So, Rexxar, the hybrid of Mok'Nathal, really found that continent? I thought it was a trick used by the goblins to deceive me."
"Huhuhu."
The elder shaman let out a burst of good-natured laughter:
"You were born and raised in Draenor. Our hometown is very beautiful, but it is a small world. Compared with Azeroth, whether it is the size of the continent or the secrets hidden in the ocean, it is far inferior. In the past few years,
The war between orcs and 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 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, who was given a mission, took the ogres loyal to him and crossed the sea with the help of the goblins.
, they have now been living on the continent called Kalimdor for nearly 4 years... Rexxar used this time to travel around that wild continent. The animal skin you see is from him.
It was delivered to me via the merchant ship of the goblins four months ago."
"There is a super civilization on that continent. It is larger than the orcs, humans, and even all the kingdoms in the Eastern Continent combined. The Kaldorei, the night elves, the hermits trapped in the holy mountains, the entire Kalimdor
It’s all their territory in name only.”
The great chief frowned and handed the hide back to the great shaman. He rubbed his chin and said softly:
"Sounds very dangerous...Those elves, do they have strong military strength?"
"Very strong!"
There was a trace of worry on the face of the elder shaman:
"It is said that they single-handedly repelled the demon army that invaded this world 10,000 years ago. It was also during that war that the originally connected continent of Azeroth was split. The Eastern Continent is only a part of this world's land.
Moreover, Rexxar discovered night elf fortresses in the north and southwest of Kalimdor. According to him, any army in those two fortresses can directly compete with the tribe under your command."
"Is this the path Ner'zhul has left for us?"
Orgrim shook his head:
"I feel that if we go there, it may be more dangerous than in the Eastern Continent. This is almost unenforceable. Grom and Fenris will not agree to leave in such a dejected manner. I am very 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 fighting here.”
"But we have to implement it even if you don't agree!"
The old shaman's tone became tougher, with a hint of excitement:
"Demon blood! Although there are not many people in the Frostwolf clan who have drank the blood of demons, I have still noticed this disease. The violence caused by the blood of demons has dissipated, but it is still stubbornly affecting our lives.
Tribesmen, weaken them. The most terrifying thing is that it is not only physically weakened, but also mentally! They are no longer suitable for fighting!"
"The actions of Grom and Fenris in liberating the people in the Arathi Highlands sound exciting, but every time they capture a prisoner of war camp, they will bring themselves a lot of... well, a lot of burdens! Do you understand?
?Sooner or later they will not be able to hold on any longer. Demon blood is the most urgent problem for the orcs to solve, not a battle or a counterattack!"
The communication between the two people reached a deadlock, and the atmosphere was somewhat stagnant. It was not until several minutes later that Orgrim raised his head and looked at the old shaman:
"Have you decided yet?"
"Yes, I decided!"
Elder Drek'Thar said in a deep voice:
"The Kaldorei elves have a strong military, but the goblins have set up many trading stations 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
There is no garrison. They seem to only like areas full of forests and don't care about other barbaric lands. Do you understand what I mean?"
"That is the home that the orcs need! We will thrive there, facing humans across the sea, in peace... I know you don't like this word, but that is indeed what our people need most, Della
Isn’t everything that happened in Nuo enough to wake you up? Conquest and destruction cannot bring any happy ending. We cannot defeat the laws of this world, we can only integrate into it!"
"If the Warsong Clan and the Thunder King Clan don't leave with us, then the Frostwolf Clan will leave on their own... The war started by Grom and Fenris will soon involve the entire Alterac. Frostwolves
The clan doesn’t want to die with them, we just want to live! This is also Ner’zhul’s idea, do you understand? The third warchief, no matter what he did was 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. The always gentle shaman's tone at this moment was filled with strong questioning and anger:
"War, war! War has caused us such harm! When the tired orcs are completely wiped out by the re-united humans, don't forget, Orgrim, you are also the culprit. On your hands, there are also
Stained with blood!"
"I don't want a war! Drek'Thar, I came here and refused the invitation of Grom and Fenris. I have proven my mind!"
Orgrim also became excited. He stood up and roared:
"But even if we want to leave, do you naively think that humans will be so generous as to let us go? Don't be stupid, the hatred between the two sides is irresolvable. We have no ship, no supplies, nothing! Kull
Tiras' navy can send us completely into the sea with just one salvo, your plan is simply fantastic!"
"They will!"
Drek'Thar breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly:
"A big human figure promised me not long ago that he would do his best to help the orcs leave the Eastern Continent, and I believe him."
"You're crazy!"
Orgrim's face shone with incredible light, and he shouted loudly:
"Are you crazy? You are actually cooperating with humans? Have you ever thought that this is just a despicable trap? He will trick us into the sea, and then let the sea become our tomb! Solve us once and for all!"
"I believe 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 the orcs, and he will inherit
With his father's position, he will become our hope for the future and even the future leader of the orcs, but I need you to assist him!"
"Orgrim, there is no one more qualified to teach and help him than you."
"The 10-year dispute will end with a decent result that is beneficial to both sides. 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, sorting out his things somewhat bleakly, and whispered:
"Someone showed me a future. A turbulent era has begun. Before you and I were aware of it, a black hand from another world had already reached out to this world. It would soon overturn everything, and we, we
We can only struggle to survive like Ner'zhul once did."