Lorghosh's words made Zaira suddenly overwhelmed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

For Zaire, Logosh was so powerful, so powerful—a shaman, but no less powerful than a warrior when he picked up a hammer.

But now, Logosh says his time is running out.

Zaira had seen a lot of deaths, and in the wetland environment, her small tribe was always in various accidents, and maybe someone was unlucky enough to be dragged away by a crocodile or stuck in a swamp and couldn't get out.

Growing up in this environment, Zairah has long been accustomed to death.

But he had never seen the death of which Logosh spoke - a foreseeable and inevitable death.

Zaira glared into her eyes, scrutinizing her teacher.

He still has a majestic physique, and his eyes are full of energy, and he doesn't look like an old man at all.

"Child, do not doubt the shaman's instincts - this is the call of the wild spirit." Sensing Zairela's hesitation, Logosh smiled, and then touched the braid on the head of the dragonthroat orc, "I know my body, it's okay, although my body will return to the wilderness, my soul will be with my ancestors." ”

Zaira bowed her head silently, she tried to blink her eyes, hoping that she would not show her weak side - female orcs need to be strong!

"Whew-"

With a whistling sound, he let the two progenitor young dragons go to forage for food, and Logosh sat directly on the ground.

"The shaman is one of the most important members of the tribe - not because of the strength of the shaman, but because we retain the wisdom of the orcs, and I wanted to go back to Zudak to talk to you again, but after this journey, I find that I can no longer refuse the call of the wild spirits."

"So, I hope you can take what I say next to me."

In the face of Logosh's solemn words, Zaira finally nodded.

"You're not a shaman, so I'm not talking to you about the elements today." After Zaira agreed, Logosh briefly organized his words, and then spoke slowly, "I want to tell you something about the future of the Dragonthroat Clan - and the future of the tribe. ”

Hearing that Logosh couldn't talk about the elements, Zaira was a little disappointed, but the loss was only for a moment, after all, she knew that she was not shaman's material, and Zaira also knew that she belonged to the kind of orcs whose muscles were faster than their brains.

And when Logosh spoke about the future of the Dragonmaw Clan, Zairela's eyes widened.

"The future of the Dragonthroat Clan? I? ”

The significance of this is already obvious, according to Rogosh, the future of the Dragonmaw Clan depends on Zaira, which means that Zairah will become the chief of the Dragonmaw Clan!

Don't look at the current dragon throat clan only have two or three kittens, but after mastering the core technology of dragon training, the revival of dragon throat is just around the corner!

Even Zaira, who has almost zero political sensitivity, understands that if he really becomes the chief of the Dragonthroat Clan, then becoming the top of the tribe is simply just around the corner!

At this point, Zaira's breathing inevitably became rapid.

Ambition, every orc has!

Seeing Zaira like this, Logosh became even more worried.

Zairah was completely unaware of the great responsibility she was about to face!

There is now a delicate balance between the hawks and doves of the main war and the main peace, because both orcs and trolls are savage by nature - except that the two leaders, Thrall and Zur, understand the situation of the tribe and have been suppressing the bloodthirsty and warlike voices within the tribe.

Coupled with the fact that the tribe is now facing the threat of an undead scourge, it is safe to retreat from Draeno (and sacrifice a troll king).

It can be said that the entire tribe is in a delicate balance, and if you take a step forward, you may slide directly into the abyss of endless war.

But this balance is difficult to maintain for long.

Newly grown orcs tend to be too young and overly hungry for honor, after all, not all orcs have as brains as Thrall, so it is foreseeable that with the passage of time and the expansion of the tribal population, the voice of anticipation of war will become louder and louder.

And the rational doves that can suppress these orcs are facing the embarrassment of having no successor.

Once the orcs go berserk, they will not only destroy their enemies, but they will also destroy themselves!

Why do tribes have so many doves now?

That's because a large part of the orc veterans who drank the blood of demons in the first place began to reflect after getting rid of the nightmare!

Itreig, Blox, Varok, Jurrogne, Samuro......

These orc veterans are doves, not because they are not strong enough, or because they don't care about honor, but because they have experienced enough pain, and the precipitation of time has given them the ability to suppress their own nature.

Some of them passed on this will - Eurone, who taught Nazgorin with his life, that greater than honor is sacrifice; Varok has also been teaching Dranos to do everything for the sake of his people; As for Thrall, the Great Chief was educated by four great orcs, Drektar, Logosh, Itrig, and Gaiaan, to become the world of Thrall today (well, there is no such title yet).

It can be said that the orcs who have inherited this will do not have a simple role, but the problem is that more orcs still have no brains.

And there are not a few people who want hell to roar fathers and sons, and there are not a few who are more radical from generation to generation.

So, Logosh hopes to use his last effort to bring Zairah to the right path.

At least draw a line with that brain-dead Warsong Young Chief!

In the midst of the snowstorm, Logosh explained the current state of the Horde, the relationship between the Horde and the Alliance, the tacit understanding between the Horde and the Oath, and his responsibilities to Azeroth...... Everything was carefully explained to Zaira Zai.

Zaira doesn't seem to understand.

Although what Logos said was detailed and clear, it was clear that Zaira was not good at facing this, and there was still a lot she did not understand.

So, Logosh said a second and a third time.

When Zaira finally stopped wondering, Logosh took out a dagger and looked at the sturdy orc.

"Kid, this is the first souvenir I got from hunting when I was in Frostfire Ridge - it was the same snowy day as now, and after mastering the power of the elements, I hunted a gray fang boar alone, which was the left fang of the wild boar."

"The one on the right was broken by my hammer, it's a pity."

"Now, I'm handing it over to you - I hope you'll always remember what I said, and lead the Dragonmaw Clan on the right path."

"Responsibility is the greatest honor."

Between the mountains of the stormy cliffs, a cold wind howled.

Logosh closed his eyes—what a familiar wind and snow, as if he had been in Frost Fire Ridge.