The three of Kael'thas spent several weeks in a nearby township, but they were slow to act.

"If the orcs were so receptive to outsiders, then the war would not exist!"

Karina declared, and told everyone to stay until the question was answered.

She was clearly acting much more cautiously than Kael'thas did.

However, the other little girl, Teresa, became depressed as time passed, and she became more inclined to stay in the inn than to go out.

However, Kael'thas is often dragged to the market by the feisty Karina.

They were also looking for weapons and special snacks today, and it seemed that they were no different than usual.

"Oops"

Perhaps the only thing that changed was a running little guy who bumped into Karina from behind.

The girl, who was about 7 or 8 years old, was dressed in coarse cloth and was followed by another slightly older sister with a similar face.

"I'm sorry."

The older girl bowed her head and apologized to Karina as she held her sister in her arms.

Kael'thas thought that his female companion would definitely snort proudly, but he didn't expect Karina to crouch down.

"Did you hurt any falls?"

She stroked the girl's head gently, carefully examining her.

After making sure they were not injured, the two girls ran away with their backs to them.

"Do you have a brother or sister?"

With a hint of banter in his tone, Kael'thas asked Karina.

"I have a sister."

Karina stood up and smiled self-deprecatingly:

"But it's not a good relationship."

Judging by her surname, it shouldn't be difficult to get along with, and Kael'thas is a little curious about why the sisterhood is not good.

"If you don't mind, can you tell me why?"

"I have an older brother"

Kael'thas had a flash of gloom in his eyes, but it didn't affect his smile:

"So I still think there should be a good relationship between siblings."

Life and death are too ordinary in this world, and in order not to regret it in the future, the intimacy of the relationship between relatives is very important.

Karina turned her head to stare at Kael'thas.

She pursed her lips slightly, and spat out a word, but even Kael'thas didn't hear it clearly.

Karina went on to say:

"My sister is also a hunter, she has been fighting with her parents since she was very young and always rarely comes home."

Her voice grew deeper:

"I'm only 3 or 4 years old, but my sister still comes back to stay with me during the break from every fight, and she doesn't really have a long break."

If you look at these words, these should be two very good sisters.

There's something strange about Kael'thas about it.

"It's not good, maybe it's my existence that makes my sister so hard"

Karina's voice contained subtle sadness and regret:

"That's what I thought I was doing, and one day I put on my sister's armor and went to battle with a bow and arrow."

She looked up at Kael'thas and asked softly:

"Do you know what it's like to wear armor?"

Kael'thas learned the ways of mages from an early age, so he didn't wear armor.

He shook his head:

"I haven't worn it, but it looks good."

Whether it is an elven ranger or a warrior, even a paladin with a silver hand, the armor on their bodies is very handsome. Kael'thas was very fond of the armor, but of course mainly because he felt that the armor would protect his master.

However, he doesn't understand that not everyone likes to wear armor.

"There is no such thing as comfortable armor in this world."

Karina smiled slightly wryly and recalled:

"I remember the night I put on my armor and it hurt so much that I kept adjusting the straps under my shoulder armor so that I could feel better."

Kael'thas couldn't imagine a young child wearing armor, and he was born in a relatively peaceful era.

Therefore, Karina did not pay attention to his answer, and continued to elaborate:

"I couldn't do anything on the battlefield, I always dragged my feet at first, and even injured my sister several times."

She frowned:

"Then I realized that only if I was strong would I not let her worry, and I began to pretend to be strong and stay away from her with a cold face."

"I made it."

Karina pondered it many times before she continued:

"Just because I've been so successful, a great man has taken a fancy to me."

"He was going to take me away, and my sister was crying that day"

Her voice seemed a little low, but she quickly smiled and looked up again:

"Originally, I didn't want to leave, but because my sister was crying, I left"

"It's a pity that from that day on, she and I have never been able to return to our original relationship."

The huntress's smile belied the emotion in her heart, like a ray of sunlight piercing through the thick clouds, and that light hid all the darkness.

Perhaps, after a long time, Kael'thas will one day forget the color of Karina's human face, voice, and lips, but he will certainly remember the bitterness and warmth of this smile.

"You can confess to her."

It's been so long and it's still the same, and Kael'thas thinks Karina is a little silly.

But the words made Karina giggle.

"My sister still thinks that she didn't take care of me enough to let me go."

Her smile didn't fade in the slightest, staring straight at Kael'thas :

"She's so simple and kind, how can I hurt her again?"

"And you know what?"

Karina clenched the bow in her hand, and her blue eyes reflected the shadow of Kael'thas:

"If a person pretends to be for a long time, she will never return to her original appearance."

That's why she didn't want to see Kael'thas wronged herself.

Both she and King Anastalian were deliberately showing something, and over time, these things became what the two of them really were.

This is a very sad thing.

――

After a few days, Kael'thas set out on his way to the Frostwolf Clan.

It was indeed difficult for the three of them to be accepted by the clan, but neither Teresa nor he could afford to wait without any news.

Kael'thas has the power to change his body, and he lied that he could cast a spell to change his appearance, which was reluctantly approved by the other two, and he left alone.

The snow-covered mountains were much colder than the human world, and Kael'thas transformed into an orc dressed in heavy cloth, but these clothes without the slightest magic still could not withstand the cold wind in the mountains.

A day or two passed, and he still couldn't find anywhere.

Just when Kael'thas was suspicious that he was going the wrong way, he ran into an old orc in the snow.

"Legends, we don't accept outsiders here."

The old orc was on crutches and had a long beard, but his eyes were remarkably bright.

Kael'thas looked at him with some surprise.

Even though he was holding a different weapon, Kael'thas recognized the orc as Drektar, the last living shaman in the world.

"Hello, I don't mean anything malicious."

Kael'thas tried to explain, but Drektar shook his head on crutches.

"I don't care if you have malicious intentions or not, outsiders are not welcome here."

He looked up at Kael'thas and said in shock:

"Our Frostwolf Clan doesn't want to fight with the Elven Clan, please leave."

Unbewildered by Kael'thas's appearance, the orc shaman opened his mouth to reveal Kael'thas' identity.

Deathwing was unaware of Kael'thas's transformation, so how did the old shaman find out?

Kael'thas thought of Thrall for a moment, but it was obviously impossible—Thrall didn't know what he looked like an orc.

"How do you know who I am?"

Despite some regrets, Kael'thas didn't continue to want to hide.

"I know everything around me."

Drektar looked at Kael'thas and calmly explained:

"You used to change your original appearance on the road, and the ice and snow told me about it, so I know who you are."

The most famous elf in the outside world is probably Kael'thas, and even Drektar has always had information about the outside world, so he naturally knows Kael'thas appearance.

But Kael'thas noticed something else.

He did turn back into an elf once on the way, but that time there were no enemies, not even beasts.

The orc shaman's 'ice and snow' must be referring to the ice and snow that make up this white world, and both the Drektar and the shaman seem to be more powerful than Kael'thas imagined.

He finally understood why Thrall was able to grow stronger and save the orcs so quickly.

"I don't have the slightest malice."

Kael'thas repeated the sentence, then asked:

"Why can't you just consider letting me in? It may not hurt you. ”

He was careful not to say anything to death, and at the same time he quickly turned his head to think of a way.

How can Kael'thas enter the Frostwolf Clan?

"Malicious or not, you're going to get us in trouble."

Drektar stared at Kael'thas and suddenly fell silent without knowing what to remember.

"No, you seem to have helped us a little too."

He whispered a few words, then turned around.

"Well, you're entitled to let me give you a chance."

As Drektar walked, a frost wolf that seemed to be one with the snowfield followed him.

"Follow me, young elven prince."

The orc shaman sent out an invitation:

"I'll take you somewhere, and the elements of this world will tell me your character and heart, if you really didn't come with malice."

"I give you permission to enter the territory of the Frostwolf Clan."

What's going on?

Kael'thas was a little surprised by Drektar's change, and immediately followed.

Either way, it's a great opportunity.

And in the eyes of the shaman, everything in this world has life, and Kael'thas is also a little curious about what the elements look like.

(To be continued)