Koloris was furious.

He came in high spirits, full of triumph and feeling that he had won the battle. But he was greeted not by the results he expected, but by a group of despicable short-lived species!

There is no doubt that he was fooled. It didn't matter if it was the orc's spontaneous behavior, or the blue dragon's cunning premeditation, or the result he refused to believe that the orcs might have found what he was looking for. The black dragon decided to make the green skins and the blue dragon all pay! They will surely die in a miserable wail!

Koloris made up his mind, but soon it became clear that it wasn't what he expected.

It's too hard to catch those nimble little bits. Although the black dragon can overturn boulders and trees as cover with a wave of its claws and tail, the pain is inevitable. The heavy snow also diminished the effect of the blazing breath by half. The slightly narrow valley made him feel constrained when flying, forcing him to fall to the ground to deal with it and dodge the occasional projectile. Under the brute force of the orcs, the dragon's thick skin and scales failed to exert the desired effect. The unexpectedly sharp arrows and spears left only small wounds, but they remained deep in the flesh after the wooden handles were broken, causing pain that was hard to ignore.

All this made the black dragon more and more manic. But he didn't know that the most dangerous thing was not these, but a pair of eyes hidden in the dark.

These eyes belong to Sal.

The young leader did not rush forward with his people, but remained in a hidden place to observe the battle. He clutched a metal spear in his hand. Its surface has been carefully polished to not only open deep blood grooves, but also to rule out the possibility of reflection. At the end of the spear is a long chain attached, the other end of which is driven deep into the ground with the help of the elements.

Thrall rubbed his index finger against the lines on it, quickly moving away when he touched a bulge. He didn't want to trigger the hollow internal reserve mechanism in advance and make the weapon lose its original usefulness. You must know that Dineen poured most of his energy into it, which is the key to turning their disadvantage around.

Of course, while others were preparing for the fight, Sal was not idle. Under Drektar's tutelage, he completed his initiation as a shaman capable of wielding elemental powers. Despite its high resistance to elemental attacks, the Black Dragon is still indispensable in other ways.

At this moment, the wind relayed Thrall's commands to the ears of each hunter, guiding their actions and coordination, inducing the black dragon to react as they wanted. At this moment, the orcs of the Frostwolf Clan seemed to have incarnated into real wolves, and their sophisticated plans revolved around their unbeknownst prey. Guide it, confuse it, consume it, until the moment when weakness is exposed—

The black dragon spread its wings violently, trying to get off the ground.

- It's time to seal your throat with blood!

Thrall jumped to his feet, swung his arms with all his might, and the spear flew out of his hand! The wind flew with the blow, shooting straight at the black dragon's wings. The spearhead pierced the thinnest points with precision. But that's not all, as the raised button was squeezed by the flesh, the internal mechanism was also activated at the same time, and the spearhead split into three hooks with a click, tightly holding the black dragon!

Half in shock, half out of pain and rage, the black dragon roared wildly, turning its head sharply to spat flames in this direction. But the next moment, the same spears came from different directions, firmly anchoring his outstretched wings to the ground!

The black dragon struggled furiously, but his terrifying brute force was useless against these seemingly too slender chains. The ground around the chain was pulled out of the cracks, but it was unscathed. Blood gushed from the laceration on the other end, but the hook that had been embedded in the bone did not waver in the slightest, but only twisted the delicate joints even more. He tried to pull the hooks out with his claws, but the orcs wouldn't wait for him to break free. They quickly pressed forward, forcing the black dragon to turn his attention.

Seeing this scene, Dinen in the distance bared his teeth in satisfaction. The enemy's misery only made him happy, and the slightest sympathy was wasted. Seeing this, he no longer cared about the pitiful Associated Ore and Elemental Fire.

Thrall watched for a moment, making sure that the black dragon could not break free from his restraints. These spears, aimed at weak spots, had anchored the behemoth to the ground. So he took up his tomahawk and let out a long howl to gather his wolves.

- In the snowstormy Frost and Fire Ridge, the orcs have hunted the Splithoof, the Wyvern, the Ogre, and the Goron, creatures far outsized to them have fallen to them again and again with the concerted efforts of their clans.

Now, their descendants are coming to hunt dragons.

***

Stick together.

At one time Albert thought that the word meant a uniform formation and slogan of the army, or a plurality of people and forces agreeing on decisions and actions. Later, when he became a paladin, the idea of the Silver Hand's colleagues and their brotherhood replaced the previous explanation.

But now, he really saw another interpretation of the word, and the power it exerted.

The orcs, who no longer hid their figures, approached the dragon like ants approached the beast. They formed a loose circle, looking down from a high place like a gaping mouth, occasionally baring their fangs for their prey. The besieged black dragon roared and fought back, but the orcs were already wary of avoiding it, and when he turned his head to the side, the attack always came from the opposite direction, falling together like a wave. Occasionally, when someone was in danger, there would always be seven or eight spears and lassoes flying to save him.

Soon the black dragon changed his tactics and tried to lure the orcs into a trick with a feint. But the seasoned hunters were not fooled. They are always very patient with their prey that has no way out. Seeing this, the black dragon turned to magic, but Thrall was already on guard. He raised his hand and gave orders, and the orcs responded in unison. The refined spears and axes boldly aimed at the black dragon's throat, brutally interrupting the slightly long chant. And when the black dragon reflexively attacked again, they skillfully retreated.

Gradually, there were more and more wounds on the black dragon's body, and the roar became more and more weak. The massive blood loss was almost draining his life force. Seeing that the orcs retreated slightly, only Thrall remained where he was.

"What are they doing here?" Albert asked, puzzled.

"Similar to the rules of a wolf pack, the leader gives the final blow to the prey." Dineen tilted his head, a little surprised, such a scene was rarely seen in the nascent tribe. Even if there were, most of the time it was because of orders from superiors rather than spontaneously, and the purpose was only to tease the enemy.

But in orc clans that live by hunting and adhere to tradition, they will only fulfill this rule if their prey is strong enough. On the one hand, it is a great honor, and on the other hand, it is also a severe test. Wounded trapped beasts tend to go crazy, and many hunters die on the counterattack of their prey before they die. If the leader, often the chief or captain of the hunting party, is able to kill his prey, he deserves the highest glory and proves his strength. But if he fails, then his prestige and prestige will be greatly reduced.

Thrall was aware of the duality of the move, of course, but he also knew that his people were motivated by trust and respect and nothing else. He is not afraid of any challenge, but trust makes this responsibility even heavier.

He had to succeed.

Thrall looked at the dying black dragon. The beast had more cunning intelligence than he was, and his injuries weren't yet so bad that he couldn't resist them—and of course they would be meaningless. So he had to deceive the other party and then get it with one blow.

He slashed his tomahawk to the ground, taking off the spear behind his back and holding it in his hand. The huge red golden pupils turned to look at him, and there was a lot of rage and madness in them. Sal looked at each other as well. This time he was fearless, and this time he was no longer a prey, but a hunter.

And the hunter decided to attack.

Thrall jumped up and flailed his arms, his spear pointed at the black dragon's throat! He didn't hide his goal in the slightest, and the black dragon instantly realized his plan, and the giant beast suddenly got to its feet, bowed its head and faced Thrall, blazing flames spewing out of its mouth!

But this was only a feint. Thrall's seemingly hard jump only allowed him to hover in the air for a few seconds before falling heavily to the ground. Waves of fire flew over his head, and Thrall grabbed the handle of a tomahawk with his backhand, and then he lunged out—

Charge!

In the blink of an eye, Thrall rushed into the range that the black dragon could reach, such a distance had always been regarded as a forbidden area in the previous hunt, but now he didn't even hesitate for half a second, after rushing in front of the black dragon, he jumped up without reservation, and the battle axe in his left hand was raised high, slashing at the black dragon's chest!

Because of the wounds left by the blue dragon, Sal's people deliberately took care of the area. At this point, the scales in this position are basically lifted. Thrall's axe slashed deep into the blurred flesh!

But this is not a lore, the black dragon roared wildly and slapped with its claws. Thrall, who had expected it, shook it violently, let himself swing into the air, and threw out the spear in his right hand at his throat!

Before he had time to see the results, Sal let go of his hand. He summoned the wind in time to avoid the black dragon's giant claws, and when he landed, he inevitably stumbled. Before he could stand up straight, someone pulled him up and ran away in the opposite direction. At this time, there was already an extremely crazy roar behind them, and the fire waves chased their heels fiercely. The frostwolf hunters withdrew early, leaving the dying black dragon to go berserk there.

Soon the roar faded into a feeble wail, and at last even the wailing disappeared, replaced by a muffled sound that made the earthquake tremble. Thrall stopped and turned to look.

The beast lay silently on the ground, motionless, a large amount of blood flowing from beneath it. The breath of life is still there, but it is as faint as a candle in the wind.

Thrall motioned for his people to wait until the last bit of life in the elemental horizon had dissipated, and then he stepped forward, pulled out the weapon he had left behind on the dragon, and raised his spear stained with dragon blood at the hunters.

This act of declaring victory completely ignited the fire in the hearts of the orcs, and the weary hunters suddenly had no more strength. They also raised their weapons, stomping their feet neatly and roaring loudly.

"Sal!"

"Sal!"

"Sal!"

This name that means shame, at this time has a high glory because of the actions of its owner. Thrall was in a momentary trance, remembering the sound that had swept through the arena. The human audience cheered for him far louder and frantically louder than it is now.

But it's worthless compared to what it is now.

Thrall looked at his people one by one. Every pair of eyes that looked at him were filled with respect, trust, enthusiasm and joy, and every time they looked at him, he could feel that they were connected.

I am an orc, my parents are upright and brave, my teachers are wise and perceptive, and my people are resilient and unyielding. We are not inherently inferior and savage, nor are we the embodiment of sin and ugliness. I no longer fight to entertain others, I fight to protect. So I am glorious, free, and fearless.

I'm Thrall of the Frostwolf Clan, and now I'm home.

He raised his head, raised his hands, and swung vigorously into the sky: "Frost Wolf Clan—"

"Frostwolf Clan!" The orcs roared after him.