The huge black shadow was Onexia, who flew down as soon as Thrall left Gromash.

"Sal, are you leaving?" Onyxia, who had been waiting for so many days, was already impatient.

However, Thrall shook his head, "No, I'm going to lure those humans away. ”

Onexia, in human form, was very displeased: "Those humans, you don't need it, you are waiting for me here!"

Onexia turned into a dragon and flew in the direction of the human station, and Thrall hurried to run over, only to get there Onexia had already settled the battle.

Due to the many unknown dangers in the forest, these humans did not enter the range of the forest. Onexia directly attacked the air, and for a time the human camp was full of fire, and the sudden appearance of the dragon made the humans unstoppable, and they scattered in all directions, and Onexia disposed of their camp and looked at Sal very proudly.

Thrall had a bitter look on his face, things got more troublesome, he was just looking for orcs...... But when things turned out like this, he had no choice, and he couldn't afford to provoke Onexia, so he could only jump on Onexia's back and take one step at a time.

The fact is the same as Sal thought, the survivors who fled back to the human kingdom have told their experiences, this time, the human kingdom has mobilized more troops, the original task is to go to the mountains to search for any traces of orcs, but I didn't expect a big black dragon to wantonly hurt people, this must be eliminated!

Fortunately, the tribes of Gromash had migrated in other directions as early as the time of the Onexia air raid on the human station. Humanity is destined to pounce again. And with the arrival of the first snow, all human search activities were forced to stop.

The same is true for Saar's side. The first snow was a super university, and the kingdom of Alterac directly answered the law prohibiting entry into the mountains in winter.

The orcs, who were more physically stronger than them, also stopped looking for the frostwolf clan and camped in a certain place, waiting quietly.

As the days passed, nearly a week had passed, and Thrall had led a hundred orc warriors into the depths of the Alterac Mountains. The supplies from Gromash had already been eaten, and the food of a hundred men was not a small amount, and it was winter now, and food was already scarce, and it did not take long for him to eat up his own food reserves, and if it had not been for the supplies that Onexia had sent at nights, they would have been starving. Now Sal is saving every day, and the only thing he can get directly here is water, mountain spring water, snow melt water can be drunk, at least water is not a problem.

Of course, the deadliest thing in the search was not food supplies, but the deadliest was the blizzard, and Thrall was caught off guard by a storm more than once, and had to dig a hole in the snow to hide. Every time, they had to dig hard and dig a way out.

Today, it was Sal again with a team to look for it, and the weather was not good today, and the harsh environment began to ring its cold bells. Unfortunately, it was snowing heavily that day, and Thrall's steps were getting slower and slower, and several times he stopped to rest, barely able to get up again. What is frustrating is that he laid more than a dozen traps, but he didn't catch anything, and even rabbits or squirrels stupidly stepped into his traps. But even so, Salsar and they couldn't go, because the sky was snowing, and the only way to know if there was a creature nearby was paw prints or hoof prints that appeared in the snow, and the slightest negligence would lose their tracks. At night, the horn of a wild wolf is heard from time to time.

The snowflakes came and went, the blue sky showed its face, gradually darkened, and then the dark clouds brought more snowflakes. Sal began to be suspicious. After searching for so many days, is the Frostwolf Clan really in the mountains of Alterac? Thrall doesn't even know if he has found the right direction, whether he can meet the Frostwolf Clan. But for three days in a group, as long as the time was up, he had to walk strongly, stubbornly, step by step, determined to find his people.

The bad weather often makes Sal's mood unhappy, he often thinks of the misfortune of his childhood, and whenever the misfortune of his childhood appears in front of him, Sal always thinks of the good life later, and with the contrast, he will cherish it more and more.

On the cold night, Thrall and several other orc warriors pitched a tent, and several people huddled together to keep each other warm, and Thrall was only wrapped in the middle, and Thrall was the first to rest at night.

The dreams I had at night were also very interesting, sometimes dreaming of Gromash and his soldiers going to drinking camps, living and training with his knife-mouthed mother on the island of Kozan, Talesa Gianna's love for him, and even of his clansmen and parents whom he had never met......

"Oops!"

The next morning, a soldier's cry woke Thrall, who looked at him, and the orc said anxiously, "He has a fever!

One of the outermost orcs was frostbitten, but Thrall's team didn't bring herbs to cure the fever.

"Contact the camp immediately. ”

"Yes!" Another orc soldier contacted the camp, but it would take several days for the camp to be delivered, and Onexia was further away, she had just sent a wave of food to the camp, and it would be two days before she could come back at the earliest.

Looking at his sick comrades-in-arms, Sal immediately decided: "Carry him on his back, let's go!"

The soldier who found it didn't say a word and directly carried his comrade, and Thrall opened the way directly at the front, and now he either found a shortcut to find a way back, or found herbs, or found the frostwolf clan......

As day wore from day to night, the warrior's condition deteriorated, Thrall's heart became anxious, and his senses became sharper. Thrall immediately felt the sound of a large pack of white wolves, almost as white as the snow around him. They waited silently in a row on the hillside ahead. Thrall immediately made a fighting posture, at this time, three figures appeared behind the wolves, these three figures could first see that they were not humans, they were wearing thick animal skins, they felt very warm when they thought about it, one of them walked forward, Sal saw their faces under the animal skins, it was orcs! It turned out to be orcs! Could it be that they had found the frost wolf clan? Sal's psychology immediately became excited.

"We need help!" Thrall said in a very skilled orc language, "Our comrade is sick and is in danger, we need help!"

Seeing that there was no reaction from there, Sal suddenly thought of the mark of the Hearty Lang Clan, and lifted the cloth at once, and Sal immediately heard the sound of inhaling from the other side......