It didn't take much thought for Sal to know that it was his friends who had the upper hand. Simple ropes and guards will never trap them.

Now his biggest concern was not Dineen and Albert, but whether they would kill the orcs in charge of the guards in a fit of anger. In this way, Thrall's efforts just now must have come to naught, and the enraged frostwolf orcs will never accept a solution other than blood debt and blood payment.

He didn't have to say much and went straight over. Fortunately, the worst situation did not happen. Sal found the two guards in a comatose state a few steps away from the cave. Their weapons were missing, but they were not injured.

Thrall breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to tell Drektar the good news. As soon as he turned his head, he suddenly felt a chill rush over his heart. Before he could speak, a figure fell from the sky!

The shaman's reaction is one step faster. Drektar jerked his staff, and a crackling shield of lightning encircled him. The attacking sticks were instantly electrocuted into char by a powerful electric current. But the protection of the lightning shield is not all-encompassing. A second stick pierced through the gap and stabbed the old orc's throat at a tricky angle!

Sal didn't even think about it, but the figure that suddenly stopped him made him have to stop immediately. Before he could see each other clearly, Sal blurted out intuitively: "Albert! ”

"Sal?" Sure enough, it was a familiar voice on the other side.

After confirming the identity of the other party, they didn't even ask a word, and the next moment they had already shouted in unison: "Dining! Stop it! ”

With a twist of his wrist, Dineh deflected the stick in his hand before letting go of his hand and stepping back sharply. After such a delay, the flickering electric light immediately burned his skin, almost making him jump to the ground. Fortunately, the inertia was still there, allowing him to withdraw from the range of the lightning shield, and the subtle current only temporarily paralyzed him for a few seconds, and did not develop to the point of convulsions all over his body. He stepped back and reached for his sword from behind his back. He looked behind him with a little annoyance at what he had missed.

"Don't do it, Drektar!" Thrall said quickly, then turned back to Dinein, "They're the Frostwolf Clan!" ”

Hearing this, Dineen glanced at the old shaman, sighed regretfully, and retreated to Albert's side.

In fact, he almost guessed this, so he only stunned the orcs who guarded them. But if they can restrain a spellcaster, they will also have a certain initiative in negotiations. After all, it couldn't have been easier for the Frostwolf Clan to track them down in this mountain range.

It's just that he didn't expect Sal to come with him. If it weren't for the fact that the paladins did not have the habit of sneaking up on others, but chose to intercept them head-on, accidental injuries would have been inevitable.

Seeing that both sides had restrained their hostility, Sal, who was still not very at ease, stood between them, separating the two sides, and then he could not take care of speaking.

"It's great to see you're okay, guys."

"So do we." Albert laughed, "I was worried about where they took you. He looked at Drektar with a little curiosity, "Looks like you're getting along well with them?" ”

"This ...... The process was a little less easy," Sal said euphemistically, "but the result was good." ”

Dineen scoffed.

"They greeted you warmly and fiercely, didn't they?" He deliberately accented certain words. Everyone can hear the meaning.

Albert looked at Sal worriedly. The young orc spread his hands and shook his head to indicate that he was okay. But the paladin, who was not very reassured, still lost a healing spell. Thanks to his two often-injured companions, his proficiency in the spell had risen rapidly, and some priests were probably not as good as he was.

Dinen was about to ask the next question, when he saw a golden Sal and quickly turned his head. When the light of the holy light dissipated, he twisted his head back in disgust: "What happened? ”

"Yes......" Sal suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have received a clear answer, he hesitated for a moment, and looked at the old shaman inquiringly, "Drektar?" ”

Since Durotan and his wife Draka never returned, the Frostwolf Clan has not chosen a new chieftain. In this case, Drektar temporarily took the position of leader. His decision is the decision of the entire clan.

"You've passed our trial, Sal." Drektar said calmly, "The Frostwolf Clan welcomes you back. Now, no matter what you've been through, you're one of us. ”

Even after hearing the old shaman's words with his own ears, Sal still felt a little unreal at this time. Dunhold's battle seemed like yesterday, and he could even feel the weight of the shackles and Blackmore's contemptuous voice, and Telisa's concerned gaze. He turned his head to look at his companion, a little confused. Dinein's face deserved to be so, and Albert was overjoyed. The smiles and approvals in their eyes finally made Sal realize the weight of reality.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it. It was as if the confusion, pain, sinking and ignorance of the first half of life had all dissipated with this breath. Sal's gaze became brighter and more determined than ever.

"My friends, I ......"

Dineh quickly interrupted him: "Thanks, don't say it." "No, he can't stand this.

Albert gave Dineen a funny look, then patted the orc on the shoulder.

"You deserve it, my friend." He said sincerely, "Congratulations. ”

Sal opened his mouth, then made up his mind and said, "I'm sorry, Dineen, but I really want to say that I was lucky to have met you. ”

"So do we, Sal." Albert decisively ignored Dinein, who looked pained next to him, "You made me understand that race doesn't decide everything. ”

Seeing that Thrall wanted to say something, Dinein, who couldn't listen anymore, turned his head to find Drektar.

"Alright, shaman. Sal wants to stay, but we have to leave. You can say anything outright, but I don't promise to agree. ”

Drektar looked up, staring at Dinen with his blind eye.

"Thrall has done a lot for you, so we won't be in conflict with you, human." "But you can't leave now," he said. ”

"Ah," said Dinein, mockingly, "now I can guarantee it—I don't agree with that. ”

Drektar didn't seem to hear him, "Because you know where our camp is, you must stay here until we find a new camp and move there." ”

"That's an interesting reason, aren't you orcs all proud of their courage?"

"Blind courage is recklessness. Besides, it's not about courage, I don't trust you. Drektar said bluntly.

"Coincidentally, I don't trust you either." Dinen stared at him, "The thought that I will wake up one day and find my head and neck saying goodbye, I can't help but want to strike first. You tell me? ”

"Dineh!" Albert spoke up. The strong smell of gunpowder here made it impossible for them to talk about it.

Dineen glanced at them, frowning. Finally, he reluctantly took a step back: "How long will it take to move the new camp?" ”

"A month."

"That can't be!" Dineen flatly refused.

It is now the beginning of June, and in about two or three months, it will be the season of harvesting grain in large quantities. Ever since he discovered the plague developed by the Cult of the Damned in Tarummere, he had been anxious to prevent the frenzied necromancers from once again spreading the plague with food. If it weren't for Thrall, Dinin would have been eager to fly straight to Stratholme.

"We have important business ahead of us," Albert knew a little about Dining's eagerness, "can't this be shortened?" ”

"I've counted the time you've been on your way, human."

Dinen bared his teeth like a beast, his golden eyes full of anger: "This discussion is a complete waste of time, shaman. Listen, I'm leaving now, you can just do it, or send someone to chase you. But you will never stop me, I will kill everyone who catches up with me without falling, as many as I want, I will do what I say! ”

Sal looked at Albert in embarrassment, and the paladin spread his hand and shook his head helplessly. After getting along for so long, he also knew when Dineh was irrefutable. Although he didn't know why Dineh was in such a hurry, he wouldn't go to help outsiders.

And living with a group of orcs was a challenge Albert never thought of. He trusts Sal because he sees the noble qualities in each other, and communication with each other is a very important part of that. Thrall has been educated as humans, so there is no barrier to communication between them. But the orcs of the Frostwolf Clan didn't. Albert was a little worried about whether they would start to do it without saying a word.

At the root of it, he still has great suspicion and wariness of the orc race, which is a concept he has accepted since childhood, and a Thrall cannot completely change this.

"You're as frizzy as a wolf cub just out of the nest!" In the face of Dinein's anger, Drektar slammed the staff in his hand to the ground without giving in. But his most powerful words were not this rebuke, but the next salutation: "—Someone Outside Time!" ”

Both Sal and Albert are confused. They looked at each other, then at Dinein, and were surprised to see that the latter's face had become so bad that it was so gloomy that it could almost drip water.

"What do you mean by that?"

Hearing Dinein's interrogative sentence turn into a declarative sentence again, Albert felt that something big was wrong. He stealthily took a few steps closer, ready to hold down his rampage partner. Sal tacitly retreated to Drektar's side, protecting the old shaman. But the two who were confronting each other did not pay attention to their actions.

"From the moment I saw you, I knew where you came from, outsider. The elemental spirits have foreseen your coming. Drake Tarl paused, "On the night of the last Full Moon, they showed me where you came from and what responsibilities you will bear...... part. ”

"I only take what I want, shaman!" Dinen roared, "Your precious elemental has nothing to do with my future!" I don't believe in them at all! ”

"It's not about faith. You've already chosen your own path, and I have no intention of interfering. The shaman said coldly, "But the elemental spirits have something to say to you. ”

I didn't have much to say to them—I almost blurted it out, but Dinen managed to control herself in time. It sounds as ridiculous as a grumpy child. He tried to calm his anger and cool down from the anger he was commanded to do.

Don't look like a cat with its tail stepped on. He admonished himself. You can't be seen through it, and the enemies you'll face are tricky enough anyway, and it's not surprising if you have a little more surprises.

"What do they want to say to me?" He asked warily.

"I don't know." Drektar shook his head, "It's up to you to communicate with the elemental spirits. ”

"But I'm not a shaman!"

Dinen couldn't remember when he had been involved with the elemental spirits. Those beings who think simply and crudely are probably the most desireless. They have no interest in worldly interests and vicissitudes, and it is difficult for mortals to have any influence on them. Shamans are the only link between them and the world. And he, a warrior, should have been ignorant of this.

He looked at Drektar warily and suspiciously, wondering if he could trust this inexplicable offer.

"Dining......" Sal spoke, a little hesitantly, "I think you should give it a try—I mean, it's an elemental spirit!" ”

Orcs revere elemental spirits in no way as much as they revere their ancestors. Shamanism is an integral part of their traditional life, just as the Light is to humans. Although Sal was confused, he was still in awe.

"Partner," Albert whispered, placing his hand on Dinein's shoulder, "after you've talked to those elemental spirits, is it possible for them to let us go?" ”

Dineh was slightly stunned. He hadn't expected that. While frustrated by his impulsiveness, he put this condition forward.

Drektar thought for a moment, then nodded reluctantly.

"Yes."

"That's the deal." Dineh said simply.