Drunken Wind never imagined that he would have a translator one day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Accustomed to expressing himself in cooking, Drunken Wind had long since given up his mouth cannon - unfortunately, out of distrust of orc taste, Drunken Wind still felt that it was better to explain everything clearly.

"Honorable Shaman, I have come here to bring news of Durotan and the Sons of Durotan."

Drektar nodded: "That's exactly what I care about, Durontan has been missing for too long......"

"I'm sorry." Drunken Wind made his tone sound as sad as he could, "Durotan has been killed, it was Gul'dan who assassinated him and his wife Draka without honor. ”

Hearing the news, although Drektar was mentally prepared, he was still a little sad, "What about their children?" What about Gouyle? ”

"Goyle is still alive." Drunken Wind touched his chin, "But now his whereabouts are unknown." ”

In fact, Drunken Wind knew exactly where Gouyle was, and this future world Sa was definitely now at Dunhold Castle - with the presence of a bronze dragon, Drunken Wind had no worries about the butterfly effect.

But that can't be said right now.

Dunhold Castle is home to a large number of Alliance elites, if the Frostwolf Clan knows the news of Gouyle, not to mention whether they can rescue him, once Gouyr has not received Taresa's education, where will Drunken Wind find a reliable orc to lead?

"Forgive me for taking the plunge." After a brief moment of grief, Drektar began to look up at Drunken Wind, "I wonder how you found out about this?" ”

"I am a prophet, a true prophet." Drunken Wind tried to put on a god stick, "I have a different understanding of fate. ”

When Drunken Wind said this, Lexa forgot to translate, and his eyes widened and he stared at Drunken Wind.

Prophet - A Prophet who feels his fate!

This is much more powerful than the prophecy that the shamans get from the elements!

At Drektar's urging, Lexa translated Drunken Wind's words as they were.

As a shaman, Drektar has the ability to communicate with an element, which allows him to perceive information that is not felt by ordinary people. In this way, he could also understand how terrible it was for a prophet who could feel his fate firsthand.

Out of an abundance of caution, Drektar decided to test the drunken wind.

"Since you are a prophet, then you should know my fate, right?"

Drektar's ordeal really stunned Drunken Wind - anyway, Drunken Wind didn't know if the old orc would make his next move.

Whatever!

Drunken Wind gritted his teeth and began to describe Drektar's future according to his plan.

"You will follow my advice and lead your people to a wider and safer land......

After listening to the description of the drunken wind, Drektar laughed.

"Now that I have some faith that you are a prophet, I try to put myself in the situation you are talking about, and I find that I will make exactly the same choice as you say! Can you tell me everything you need to say? ”

"Yes." Drunken Wind smiled imperceptibly, "Blackstone orcs, you should know, right?" ”

"Yes." Drektar nodded, "Orgrim of the Blackstone Clan is Durotan's best friend. ”

"The remnants of the Blackstone Orcs were divided into two parts, one of which formed the new Blackfang Clan in the Blackstone Tower under the leadership of Blackhan's sons - Red Blackhand and Maim Blackhand. But you know, those two brothers inherited nothing but their father's arrogant and arrogant character. ”

"The other part of the Blackstone Orcs were defeated by the Alliance, and most of them were imprisoned in orc shelters, with the few escaped followers of Orgrim roaming around."

"It seems to me that most of the orcs have abandoned their faith and glory, they have no respect, they are rude and proud of it, they are subservient to the enslavement of demons and immersed in senseless killing."

With every word Drunken Wind said, Drektar's fists clenched a point.

But he couldn't refute these words at all—since most of the orcs drank the blood of demons under the spell of Gul'dan, the so-called glory was a thing of the past, and the orcs had become slaves.

During his years in the Alterac Valley, Drektar had often wondered what the future of orcs was.

The scouts who occasionally left to find out the news brought back not very good news, and the elemental guidance of Azeroth was so vague - even the other shaman of the Frostwolf Clan, Logosh, had left.

"The orcs are now guilty of Azeroth, your arrival has brought terrible calamity, and you need redemption!"

Redemption ......

Drektar smiled helplessly: "It's too difficult, our hatred has been formed, if the tribe has the upper hand, I am willing to try my best to control everything and make amends, but unfortunately now that the alliance is victorious, we can only survive." ”

Drunken Wind has a great respect for the wise shaman, who leads his people into seclusion in the harsh valleys, holding on to the last glory of the orcs rather than drinking the blood of demons.

Even in the original world line, when the Forsaken attacked Gilneis, Drektar even directly refused the Horde's request to support the Forsaken, and the old shaman, who was already in a wheelchair at that time, was furious in the face of Garrosh's order: "The frostwolf orcs will never help the Forsaken, not now, never!" ”

"You know Kilrog, right?"

Drunken Wind tells Kilrog's redemption to Drektar.

"Now we are facing an enemy far more powerful than that Sound Elemental Lord, those demons are our common enemies, they have bewitched Neozu and Gul'dan, and as a result, evil energy has corrupted and destroyed Draenor; They are undead in Azeroth, and have always wanted to set foot here; They are our real enemies! ”

Seeing that Drektar seemed to be hesitant, Drunken Wind simply made his own promise: "As long as you sincerely fight for Azeroth, I guarantee that this world has a home that belongs to you!" ”

After Lexa finished translating, the whole room suddenly became extremely quiet.

Remembering the Azeroth elemental's response to himself, Drektar fell into deep thought.

After a long time, Drektar finally nodded and agreed: "We are willing to fight for this world!" ”

"That's great!" Drunken Wind finally breathed a sigh of relief, "By the way, I've met Logosh before, and if nothing else, he will be the key to your reconciliation." ”

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The layout of the orcs has been basically completed, and tomorrow's fifth watch will be a new wave of highs and tides - high energy ahead!