The faint morning light of the Alterac Valley shone through the towering peaks on the eastern side of the valley, piercing through the clouds and spreading over the tribal camp of the Frostwolf Clan. A faint smoke rose from the stove, and the early riser orc women were busy preparing breakfast for their husbands and children. A dozen snow-white frostwolves, endemic to the Alterac Valley, roamed the camp and started the day.

Several groups of orc warriors who were on vigil walked quickly to their tents after handing over to the clansmen who had come to change the guard. There is a satisfying breakfast prepared by his wife, and a large bed made of fluffy animal skins and hardwood to relieve fatigue. The whole camp is so peaceful, quiet and full of life. On this peaceful morning, Thrall was hurrying towards the door of the Frostwolf Clan's camp.

It's been a few months since Thrall came to the Frostwolf Clan. After many hardships to escape from the asylum, he met the orc hero Grum* Hellroar and his Warsong Clan by chance, and eventually came to the hermitage of the Frostwolf Clan in the Alterac Valley under the guidance of Grom *Hellroar. The Frostwolf Clan is his own clan, and the orcs here are his people, and he is the son of Durotan!

The initial encounter was not pleasant. In the human world, Thrall, who had been raised as slaves in the asylum for nineteen years, was at first at odds with the clan that still maintained the most primitive orc customs. For this reason, he was subjected to the white eyes and ridicule of his clansmen, and was not recognized and accepted by his own clan at all. Thrall was even more ashamed to speak up about his identity as the son of Durontan, fearing that he would disgrace his parents. In those early days, even the life of a frost wolf was easier and more enjoyable than his.

But after a few months of getting along, Sal finally changed this situation with his tenacity and unique charm, and finally won the acceptance and recognition of the clan, and gained the respect and trust of the clan! Thrall proved that he was still a noble orc, even if he was once a slave to that bastard of Blackmore! Proven that he is a trustworthy partner, even if he is raised and taught by humans!

He, Thrall, the son of Durontan, had a shameful name, but this did not detract from the noble blood in him.

During these few months of life in the Frostwolf Clan, apart from recognizing his ancestors and finding his own people, the biggest change for Thrall was that he began to come into contact with the way of the shaman under the guidance of Drektar, a great and wise shaman, the ancient heritage and power of the orcs, the spirit that can communicate with all things in heaven and earth and nature. Today is his mentor, his guide, Drektar, who has chosen the day for Thrall to be tested by the shamanic lineage and the spirits of nature.

If Thrall succeeds today, he will become a respected shaman, he will be able to use the power of the spirit of nature to help his people, and he will be able to use his power to free those who are still imprisoned in the camp! He's going to rekindle their fighting spirit! He's going to set them free!

Some of the elderly Drektars, a revered shamanic priest with a high status in the Frostwolf Clan, were Thrall's guide and mentor on the shamanic path. Drektar has long since lost his sight, but that doesn't detract from his greatness and wisdom. The old shaman, who had seen the world with his heart, was wiser than anyone Sal had ever seen, and many of his words would serve young Sal for the rest of his life.

At the gate of the camp, Draketar's sturdy and burly figure was already waiting for him. Sal bowed respectfully to his mentor and walked briskly behind the old shaman through the thick snow of the Alterac Valley. Moments later, he led Thrall down a frozen ridge to a place that Thrall had never seen before. Drektar waved his hand, and the snow melted quickly before Sal's eyes, revealing a wide circular stone platform.

"Stand in the middle, Sal, son of Durotan," Drektar, wearing a black blindfold, pointed to a round platform and spoke to Thrall beside him. Instead of being harsh and trembling, his voice was full of strength and majesty that Thrall had never seen before. Hearing his mentor's words, Sal walked up a little nervously.

"Prepare for the test of the spirit of nature," said the old shaman, and Sal's heart tensed at once.

But nothing happened. Thrall waited quietly, but nothing happened. The day passed quickly, the sun had completely set, and the stars began to twinkle. He began to become impatient, even a little annoyed, but just then a loud voice sounded in his head:

"Patience is the first test."

Thrall took a sharp breath. The voice rang out again.

"I am the spirit of the earth, Tsar, son of Durontan. I am the fertile soil that bears fruit, and the grass that nourishes living beings. I am the rock, the skeleton of the world. I am the earth, the life of all things. Young orc, petition me! ”

"What do I petition you for?" Sal thought with some confusion.

"Knowing what you want is also one of the trials." Thrall felt a strange sensation, as if it was a mild laugh that had alarmed him a little, but immediately regained his composure, as Drektar had taught. A question arose in his mind.

"Can you lend me your strength and strength in my time of need, for the entire clan and the people we are going to help?"

"Petition!" The answer rang again.

Thrall began to pause, and he felt the power rise within him, just like before, but for the first time, it wasn't because of bloodlust. It was so warm and powerful that Thrall felt like he had become the skeleton of the earth. He barely felt the ground trembling slightly beneath his feet, and when the strong aroma filled his nostrils, he opened his eyes, and a huge crack appeared in the ground, and flowers bloomed in every inch where it was originally rocky. This made Sal's mouth open in surprise.

"I will help you, for your clan and for those you help. Fear me, and this power will live forever in you. ”

Thrall felt the power fade, leaving his trembling body, shocked by the immense power he had summoned and controlled. But before he could reminisce, another voice sounded in his head.

"I am the Spirit of the Winds, Thrall, the son of Durotan. I am the breeze that rubs the earth, the air that allows you to breathe freely. I hold up birds, insects, dragons, and all that dares to shout to challenge me to heights. Petition it! ”

Now Sal knew what to do and asked the same question. This time, the power that filled him was different from the last time: lightness, freedom. Even if he wasn't allowed to speak, he couldn't hold back the laughter that boiled in the depths of his soul. He felt the warm wind caressing him, bringing all kinds of fragrances to his nose, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself floating above the ground. The Drektar is small and looks like a child's toy. But Sal was not afraid. The Wind Spirit would help him, he petitioned, and it agreed.

Gently, he floated down until he felt his feet on the hard earth. The wind passed softly past his face and then vanished.

Once again, the power filled Sal, this time almost painfully. The heat rolled in his abdomen, sweat gushing out of his green skin. He couldn't stop longing to rush into the snow next to him. The Spirit of Fire arrived, and he asked for its help again. It answered.

Thrall was stunned by the deafening noise overhead, and he looked up. Lightning is dancing dangerously through the night sky. Sal knew he had ordered it. The flowers that had bloomed on the cracked earth burned and turned to ashes in an instant. It's a dangerous element, and Thrall feels that the never-ending flame will keep his clan alive forever. Instantly, the flames vanished, leaving Thrall with a force.

Thrall thanked the Spirit of Fire and felt its presence and departure. He was very tired after so many strange energies were taking turns in his body, and at the same time relieved that there was only one element left for him to perceive.

The spirit of water flowed into his body, calming the burning heat left behind by the spirit of fire. Thrall saw the sea, though he had never seen it before, and he opened his mind to explore the unfathomable depths of the ocean. Something cold had fallen on his skin, and when he opened his eyes, he saw snowflakes fluttering like goose feathers. He used his mind to turn them into rain and collect them. The cozy water spirit in his body was smooth, graceful and powerful, and Thrall bid it farewell with deep gratitude.

He looked at Drektar, but the old shaman shook his head and said:

"Your trial isn't over yet!"

Suddenly, a force slammed into Thrall, from the top of his head to his feet, causing him to scream. Undoubtedly, the fifth element.

Wild Spirits.

"We are the spirits of the wild, the essence and soul of a living being. We are the mightiest, beyond the trembling lands, swift winds, fiery fires, torrential waters. Say, Sal, tell us why do you think you deserve our help? ”

Thrall could barely breathe. He was struck by the power rushing through his body. He struggled to open his eyes, and saw many white shadows hovering around him. There was a wolf, another goat, an orc, and a human, a deer. He realized that all living beings had souls, and that there was a hint of despair in the power to control so much power.

But at a speed he couldn't imagine, the elves rushed inside him. Thrall felt the pounding in his body, but forced himself to concentrate and give reverence to each soul, but it was almost impossible, and finally Sal gave up on his knees with his legs.

A soft voice rang out in the air, and Thrall struggled to lift his stone-heavy head.

Once again, they floated around Sal, knowing that he had been judged qualified. A real and illusory stag leaps around him, and Sal understands that he can't just taste the flesh of his prey, but feel its soul and thank it for its gifts. He felt connected to all orc blood, even human souls, as noble as Taresha and not as dark and cold as Blackmore. All qiē is bright, even if sometimes it is in the dark; All life is connected, and any shaman who does not treat the elemental spirits with the highest reverence and intervene in this chain of souls will fail.

And then they disappeared. Thrall completely lost the last of his strength and collapsed. He felt Drektar's hand pat him on the shoulder, shaking him. The old shaman helped Sal to his feet. Sal had never felt so weak in his life.

"Well done, my boy!" Drektar said, his voice trembling with excitement.

"I hope they will accept you...... Saar, you have to know. It's been a long time, decades, and it's been decades since the last time an elemental spirit accepted an orc shaman! The spirits of nature are angry at the warlocks we have made dark contracts, and their fallen magic. There are very few shamans left, and they are all my age! ”

"The elemental spirits have waited a long time for someone worthy of their strength; You are the first person in a long time to be given such glory. I thought they would never be with us again, but ...... Sal, I have never met a more powerful shaman than you, and you have only experienced a beginning. ”

"I ...... I know how powerful those forces feel, compared to ...... I'm so small......" Sal said with difficulty, his voice very soft.

That's what makes you recognized! Durotan and Draka will be proud of you, Sal! Drektar reached out and stroked Thrall's cheek, smiling widely.

"That's right, son of Durontan, you will be Durontan's pride!"

A tall figure in a heavy bearskin cloak came up behind Thrall and Drektar. Tall and burly, his muscles were condensed and full of explosive power. A huge warhammer was carried behind him, indescribably powerful and domineering. The burly orc nodded to the old shaman Drektar, who bowed respectfully.

"Hell roars that if I want to free my people and people, I must come here to find my lieutenant, a fine young man. And so here I am! My best friend's clan, the Frostwolf Clan! ”

"Hello, son of Durotan, young Thrall!"

"I'm Orgrim's Hammer!"

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"Hogg, back!" Old Don's roar resounded through Sentinel Ridge in the Western Wilderness

The old Tang, who easily parried several sharp machetes with a hideous egg shield, took the giant hammer in his hand and smashed away a thief who quietly touched Difia behind him, but he happened to see a Defia thief wearing a red leather mask behind Hogg not far away, and he was about to stab the dagger in his hand into the throat of Hogg, the gnoll who was in a state of fierce battle.

The jackal who heard Old Tang's reminder did not turn around, relying on his vigorous skills, he directly squatted and rolled to the left to avoid the killer blow of the sneak attacker. Hogg, who had regained his feet, let out a terrible wolf howl in annoyance, picked up the flail in his hand and threw it at the waist of the human thief who had just tried to sneak up on him. Perhaps frightened by Hogg's wolf howl, the Defia thief was visibly stunned just now. The slightest mistake in battle can be fatal, and a stunned act like his in battle is tantamount to self-destruction.

It was this momentary stupor that deprived the Defia thief of the best opportunity to dodge Hogg's counterattack from the gnoll, and ultimately paid with his life for his own mistake. Hogg's flail hammer slammed into his waist. The barbs on the flail lightly pierced the thief's unprotected leather armor, and the force attached to the hammer tore the attacker's ribs into a blurred of flesh.

Defia, who was mortally wounded in an instant, collapsed to the ground in severe pain, only to be smashed into the skull by an enraged Hogg, and the red and white filth splashed the gnolls. The "Hogg God", who had become a little tyrannical, stretched out his bright red tongue and licked the brains and blood that were splattered on the corner of his mouth, and let out an unusually terrifying "" grin unique to the gnolls, and picked up the flail and pounced on these guys with red Defia masks again.

Naturally, it was not only Old Tang and Hogg who were in a state of battle, but the other members of the caravan were also working hard to meet the attackers of the Brotherhood of Defia.

The High Elf Spellbreaker leads the healthy Wood-Throated Bear Monster Sharu to form an attack arrow, constantly interspersed with assaults through the Brotherhood of Defia. In particular, the neat and neat skills of the lawbreaker were once again on display. The double-edged sword glowed with cold light, and almost all the members of the Brotherhood against the Spellbreaker were killed with a single blow.

The broken arms of the human stalker chick have been conditioned by Arcadia Jus, a "wet man" High Elf who knows everything, for more than two weeks. At this moment, this delicate stalker girl is following behind the attack arrows composed of the spellbreaker and the bear monster, constantly mending the knife for the two, and every time she appears in shape, she will bring a handful of blood......

"Great Millhouse, please eat popsicles, idiots!" Milhouse* Mana Storm summons a powerful blizzard that smashes into the densest crowds of the opposing side. The biting cold ice brought a painful wail, and the power of the ice attached to the bodies of these bandits, and the ability of the frozen bodies to move was greatly reduced. Become a ranged hunter and a live target for the spellcasting class.

The two-headed ogre O*Gar and his summoned imps unleash shadow arrows and fireballs on their attackers, occasionally chanting evil and obscure demonic words and casting powerful curses that corrode the bodies of their foes; The kobold Golden Fang also held the "Mine Shovel" staff and guided the fireball spell intently, bombarding the members of the Brotherhood of Defia.

The left hand of the troll headhunter Abeta Atalai has been reconnected with the double blessing of voodoo and the troll's metamorphosis regeneration ability, but it is still a little inflexible. At this moment, the troll headhunter was throwing javelins and musket bullets with the dwarf hunter Karui copper, and kept shooting the Brotherhood bandits who rushed forward one by one.

The "versatile" bard directs a barrage of arcane bullets at his enemies, unleashes a Whisper* Pain on a fellow of an approaching caravan, and then unleashes a cold and evil Shadow Arrow to strike his opponent. This pompous man who has always given Old Tang a frivolous impression even played a one-handed sword in Old Tang's surprised eyes, the key is that the High Elf also played a good look, forcing a Defia bandit to retreat and complain bitterly, and the whole person was very busy.

The human swordsman, who was still a little weak, was also wielding his two-handed sword at the moment, fighting to the front of the group with the help of the red-skinned gorilla with the combination punch of the dwarf hunter. A group of human guards in rough armor and armed with a variety of weapons were surrounded by members of the Brotherhood of Defia, barely defending themselves. This team of more than a dozen people was basically wounded, and several seriously injured human guards in the middle circle of the defensive formation were being guarded with a weak and weak face.

Even so, the badly wounded men gritted their teeth and poured ammunition and arrows from the gaps in the formation with muskets or crossbows. Night Elf Druids and Tina Moonlight transformed into dark black Nightblade Panthers at the beginning of the battle, lurking and speeding into the middle of the human guards.

At this moment, this beautiful girl, who is full of wild charm and natural breath, is unleashing healing druid spells to treat the injuries of several seriously injured human guards, and the emerald green natural energy continues to pour into their bodies from the wounds of the wounded, and the original hideous wounds are gradually healing slowly.

"Aha, try the power of the goblin bomb! How dare you bandits fight the idea of the great business genius, the future trade prince Calorie Gold? Regret going! Die! ”

The bald goblin profiteer kept pulling out black goblin grenades and bombs from his engineering bag at his waist and slammed them into the crowd of Brotherhood of Defia. With the escorts of the little Nizi Serena * Blood Feather and the "Soy Sauce Dragon" Chromie, he is not afraid of danger at all, but he is happy to be a "grenadier". The profiteers, who have always been stingy, have paid a lot of money this time, and the explosions have not stopped since the beginning of the battle. If this continues, if this gang of bandits does not retreat, the addicted bald goblins may smash all the inventory in the project package.

The battle came and went as fast as it came. Leaving behind a mutilated or miserable corpse, the group of more than 100 Defia Brotherhood bandits retreated in a hurry, fleeing in the northwest direction. If Don didn't remember, which direction would be Moonstream Town, the base camp of the Defia Brotherhood, and the Death Mine.

At the end of the battle, the dwarf hunters fired several flares around the caravan to see if there were any fish that had slipped through the net and thieves who were lurking around in vain to sneak attack. After a moment, the crowd that did not notice any danger left was relieved.

"Hogg! Gold Teeth! Come and help me pack up the loot! It's a big loss this time! How could I have just been hot-headed and threw so many bombs and grenades? Damn, damn it! It's a big loss! ......As soon as the crisis was over, the goblin profiteers rushed to the corpses all over the ground with a shout, ignoring the stench and disgusting smell of the severed limbs and arms all over the ground. From time to time, he pulled out a few wallets, either holding the looted gold coins with a smile on his face, or holding a shriveled wallet and denouncing these guys as poor ghosts...... Old Tang couldn't cry or laugh when he watched it.

Old Tang pursed his lips and secretly scolded the profiteers for being embarrassed and stingy to such an extent, without the fan of a big businessman at all, and even making a lot of money from the dead. Turning over corpses is obviously something that players in later generations will do. Hearing a sound of footsteps behind him, Old Tang turned around and looked. I saw a tall human wearing a set of Stormwind City Guards' standard plate armor and holding a two-handed sword exactly as wide as the human swordsman Huasi*Lev walking towards him in the company of the swordsman.

"Good, this is Second Lieutenant Glish (Note 1), my old comrade-in-arms, and now the garrison officer of Sentinel Ridge." The two came to Lao Tang, and the swordsman took the initiative to introduce the identity of the strong human man with a resolute iron and blood aura to Lao Tang.

"Gree, this minotaur is the captain of our escort, a mighty warrior. In the jungles of Thorn Hollow, he single-handedly killed at least two dozen jungle trolls and three troll berserkers! If it weren't for him that day, I guess you wouldn't have seen me by now. Immediately afterwards, the human swordsman patted his old comrade-in-arms on the back and introduced him to Old Tang.

"Hello, Minotaur! Thank you for your kindness! My lads and I owe you a favor. Well, but I really never thought I'd ever fight the ogres, gnolls, trolls, and kobolds. Well, thank you all in all for the rescue! This human ensign, who had shown excellent performance and superb skills in the battle just now, pulled a smile on his resolute face at this moment, and took the initiative to stretch out his hand to Old Tang.

The black hair and embarrassing stubble, although neglected, look a little disheveled. The silver-white plate armor and the heavy sword in his hand are very well maintained, and at first glance, he looks like he has been wiped and maintained diligently. The tall body is straight, and his gestures are full of rigorous and tenacious military atmosphere. didn't care about the corpses all over the ground, and the iron and bloody aura of the veteran was revealed.

After crossing over, he soaked in the barracks and fought on the battlefield, and he was always full of good feelings for these iron-blooded veterans. At this moment, seeing that the second lieutenant named Glish took the initiative to stretch out his hand, Old Tang also quickly opened his big hand and shook it, and said in a common language:

"Hello, Ensign. Life is always full of surprises, isn't it? No one dares to say who is the eternal enemy! As for helping you repel the enemy, it's just a gesture, and you're welcome. ”

"My name is Good's Titan Power Terror Totem, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

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Note 1: The name is apocryphal... I really didn't go online to see who the head of Sentinel Ridge was. Forgive me for being a tribe!

Today, the provincial civil servant registration began, and I looked at the job information for an afternoon~~~ and only started to code words in the evening, so the update was slow ~~~~

I'm going to Stormwind soon~~ This chapter is a direct fast forward. The caravan's previous situation and the reasons for this battle will be briefly described in the next chapter.

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