The Frostwolf Clan's headquarters is located in a hidden small mountain col. After entering the entrance of the mountain col through the winding mountain road, Sarlayan and others suddenly saw a bright light.
Since the high mountains on both sides block most of the cold wind, the temperature inside the col is obviously higher than outside.
A large number of orc-style animal skin tents and wooden buildings are scattered in the mountain col. The orcs of the Frostwolf clan are preparing lunch according to their usual rhythm of life.
Many heavily armed hunters were checking their bows and arrows and melee weapons, and several orcs wearing "long skirts" seemed to be praying for them.
Sarlayan looked at those strangely dressed orcs with interest: 'Shaman?'
While following Drek'Thar to the Frostwolf station, Sarlayan heard a lot about the old shaman's life from the barrage.
It is said that Drek'Thar has been unable to see anything since his birth.
In his early years, Drek'Thar studied under the former chief shaman of the Frostwolf clan - Mother Kashur.
When Mother Kashur was unfortunately killed in a hunt, Drek'Thar inherited the position of chief shaman of the Frostwolf clan and devoted himself to assisting the then Frostwolf chief Galad, who was Durotan's father.
Go'ir's grandfather.
After Galad's death, the position of Chief Frostwolf was passed to his second son Durotan.
Fenris, the eldest son of Galad, left the country due to disagreements with his ideals when Galad was in power. He joined the Thundergod clan who also lived in Frostfire Ridge. Due to his meritorious service, he was elected as the chief of the Thundergod clan and made a great contribution to himself.
Renamed Iron Wolf.
In the early days, Drek'Thar was not as calm and sophisticated as he is now. He was also deceived by Kil'jaeden's disguise as Mother Kashur. He did not follow Durotan's advice and abandoned the teachings of the elements and followed the path of a warlock.
Drek'Thar followed Gul'dan and participated in the bloody campaign to encircle and suppress the Draenei. Under the influence of evil energy amplifying the dark emotions in his heart, he even brutally killed defenseless Draenei women and children.
As Drek'Thar gradually deepened into the way of the warlock, he could no longer hear the call of the elements. This made Drek'Thar, who had established a deep connection with the elements since childhood, slightly uneasy.
When Durotan investigated the demon hiding behind Gul'dan, Drek'Thar woke up from a dream.
With a cold sweat on his face, he gave up the evil power that he had already mastered, hoping to return to the way of a shaman.
But at that time, the Draenor element had been severely damaged by the ubiquitous evil energy and could no longer respond.
Abandoning the influence of evil, Drek'Thar felt very guilty for the crimes he had committed with the Horde, and had been looking for opportunities to atone for his sins.
After being coerced into Azeroth by the tribe, Drek'Thar followed the young and wise chief Durotan to lead the Frostwolf clan to separate from the tribe. Since then, he has lived in seclusion in the mountains of Alterac, living a solitary life.
Life.
Drek'Thar still habitually tries to communicate with the elements every day.
When Durotan took Draka and the young Go'el out to visit friends, Drek'Thar, who had always persevered, was finally rewarded and established a connection with the elemental spirits of Azeroth.
After many years, the shaman heritage returned to the Frostwolf clan.
As the acting chief, Drek'Thar carefully used his lost power to protect his people, silently looking forward to the day when Durotan and Draka, who had been missing for many years, would return to him.
Today, 12 years have passed since Durotan disappeared.
Even though he still didn't want to believe it, Drek'Thar had actually noticed it a long time ago, and Durotan and Draka were probably killed long ago.
In the original history, Drek'Thar received the exact news of their deaths from Orgrim, who came to ask for help.
In this timeline, Orgrim was forced back by endless ambushes as soon as he entered Hillsbrad.
The moment he saw the swaddling cloth in Go'el's hand, Drek'Thar was basically certain that the Durotans would never come back, otherwise they would not have left their child to grow up alone.
Drek'Thar is a veteran orc, and he can "see" that Go'ir's speech and behavior are far different from the other orcs around him. It should be that he has not received the traditional education of the orcs since he was a child.
Drek'Thar eagerly wanted to know what Go'el had experienced over the years, and also wanted to hear the ending of the Durotans from his mouth, and end the worries that he had not let go of for more than ten years.
Nazgrin and other foreign orcs were temporarily placed outside the Frostwolf station.
Although these people are all followers of Go'el, as the guard said before, the Frostwolf clan does not want to get involved in the battle between the tribe and the natives of Azeroth, and does not want to be tainted by these orcs of unknown origin.
In this case, giving them a wide berth is the best way to deal with it.
Nazgrin and others had no objection to this. As veterans who had participated in the First War and the Second War, this group of orcs who were still suffering from the backlash of demon blood were already exhausted physically and mentally.
It is rare to find a clan in Azeroth that still adheres to the original traditions of the orcs and enjoys a peace that they have not experienced for many years. Nazgrin and others only hope to hide here and rest for a while.
Perhaps those shamans who have rediscovered the favor of the elements can heal their physical and mental fatigue and weakness from the inside out.
After leaving more than 400 orc followers led by Nazgrin, Go'el insisted on acting with Sharlayan and Tharessa.
Although Drek'Thar is blind, with the help of elements, he can identify many things through different breaths.
Taresha's soul is noble and pure. Even if he knows that this girl is a human from a foreign race, Drek'Thar is still unwilling to embarrass such a pure good person.
As for Sharlayan...
Drek'Thar could not see through the heart of this foreign man of unknown origin. The light of his soul was a mixture of black and white, and could not be judged simply by good and evil.
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There are not that many diodes in the world that are either black or white, most people are gray somewhere in between.
After arriving at the chief's hall where Durotan originally lived, Drektar consciously sat on the second seat, leaving the chief seat vacant.
During this period of time, Nazgrin had been telling Go'el about the traditions and common sense of the orcs, but he still didn't understand some of the orcs' customs, and subconsciously wanted to go to the vacant seat and sit down.
Sarlayan grabbed Go'il's shoulder, and when he turned around to ask questions with his eyes in confusion, Sarlayan shook his head silently and pointed to the guest seat below with his chin.
The blind Drek'Thar could not see the small movements of the two.
After everyone sat down respectively, Drektal still had a nostalgic expression on his face, gently stroking the small piece of swaddling cloth.
"Hey~"
A few minutes later, Drek'Thar finally put down his swaddling clothes and looked at Go'ir with a slightly changed expression.
"Child, do you know your origin and name?"
Go'el nodded subconsciously, and after realizing that Drek'Thar couldn't see it, he hurriedly added: "Yes, I have heard about my life experience from Sharlayan, and also heard from him
I got the battle ax my father left me in my hand."
"Tomahawk?"
Drek'Thar was a little surprised, stretched out his hand and said to Go'ir: "Can you show me that battle ax?"
Through the swaddling cloth and Go'el's soul aura, which has many similarities with Durotan, Drek'Thar has been able to determine his identity.
He was worried that the Sarlayan in Go'el's mouth was deliberately deceiving him in the name of Durotan, and planned to personally check for Go'el.
"Ha~"
Sarlayan chuckled and said to Go'ir, who looked over with questioning eyes: "There is no need to have any scruples or reservations. This elder is a veteran shaman who has assisted two generations of Frostwolf chiefs, and he can be considered yours."
He's an elder, let's show him."
Sarlayan's comments made Go'el put aside his uneasiness, took off the battle ax from behind, held it in both hands and handed it to Drek'Thar.
"Oh?" Drek'Thar did not take the battle ax immediately, but turned his head to "look" at Sarlayan with meaning: "So you are the Sarlayan mentioned by Go'il. So, you
Have you ever met Durotan?"
Durotan and Draka should have been killed shortly after they disappeared. It has been 12 years ago, and Sarlayan's voice sounded very young. The old shaman who lacked understanding of the immortal species subconsciously thought that Sarlayan was playing tricks on him.
Blow the air.
Sarlayan smiled indifferently: "I did meet Durotan and got this wolf soul battle ax from him, but..."
Sarlayan smiled meaningfully: "What I saw was not Durotan in life, but an unexpected encounter with him in the world of the dead."