Although the demonic power on Kozan Island is not dangerous, Sal clearly knows the terrifying nature of the demonic power.

The orc shaman's inference was more accurate than Richard's, after all, they had experienced it firsthand.

It is almost certain that his fellow campers have been corrupted by demons. And not just the brothers in the concentration camps. He immediately remembered the bright blood-colored eyes of the roar of hell, and his thinning body. But unlike the Orcs of the concentration camp, Gromash Hellroar is his own body. Thrall knew that there was a power of will within Gromash that kept him from losing to the mad bloodlust and committing himself to the deadly laziness that Sal had seen in the concentration camps. Gromash Hellroar must have faced the demons every day, constantly resisting them. Thinking of this, Thrall couldn't help but feel Grommash's willpower, his admiration for the chief grow stronger.

"Do you remember the weak orcs you saw when you went to the concentration camp?"

Thrall nodded, and the old shaman continued, "They are the greatest victims of demonic power. I believe that the kind of laziness you speak of in the camp is a sense of emptiness that our people feel when the demonic power is used up. Without that external energy, they feel weak, empty, and most seriously they don't even know why they feel this way, let alone ponder the reasons for it. They are like empty cups, Sal, once filled with poison. Now they crave to be filled with something positive. The nourishment they needed was the path of their ancestors, shamanism, a reconnection with the simple and pure power of the forces and laws of nature, that would once again fill them and satisfy their deadly hunger. In this way, and only in this way, can they wake up from their trance and regain glory and courage from our ancestors. ”

Thrall listened attentively to the old shaman's words, and the old shaman smiled as he spoke: "Your parents know about the Dark Pact, and they know about the unimaginable supernatural power of the tribe. The devil and Gul'dan stole the courage of our people and twisted it to their own will. Durotan knew this, so his clan was exiled. He accepted it, but when you were born, he knew he couldn't be silent anymore. He wants to bring you a better world, Sal. You are his son and heir. You will be the next chief. ”

He would have been happy if he had told him this when Thrall first came to the Frostwolf Clan, but now Thrall was thinking more about how to free his people from the sea of misery. Thrall, who has received a good military education on Kozan Island and has seen the elite legions of the Human Kingdom through video, has been in the Frostwolf Clan for so many days, and clearly feels that the Frostwolf Clan alone cannot make waves in the Human Kingdom, and if you want to succeed, you must rely on the strength of all your compatriots, not only Orgrim, not only Gromash, but also countless compatriots in countless concentration camps.

"Do you know Orgrim?"

Thrall nodded, and the old shaman continued, "Your parents were killed when they went to see Orgrim, but objectively speaking, he was wise and brave, and an excellent leader of our people. ”

"And is Orgrim dead?" Thrall was more concerned about Orgrim's information. It's a pity that Drektar didn't give him a satisfactory answer.

"No one knows where he is, even his weapons have become yours. It is said that he was a prisoner back then, and he didn't know about it later. But many people think that he is a legend, and when the time comes, he will come back and liberate everyone. ”

"Teacher, what do you think about this?" said Sal, staring at Drektar tightly.

Drektar just smiled and finally said, "I've told you enough, you should go back and rest, and tomorrow you'll have to focus on your first initiation, if that's really the case." You have to be prepared. ”

"Yes, teacher......"

Thrall got up and bowed respectfully, even though the old shaman couldn't see anything.

"Xue Ge, let's go. ”

Sensing Thrall's figure disappearing into the night, Drektar called his companion Sharp Ear, who quietly ran away.

Sal, who had returned to his abode, was about to embark on the shamanic path, and when the task given to him by his mother was about to be completed, his own worth would be truly manifested, and his body would be filled with the satisfaction of need. In addition to this, Sal was a little nervous. He imagined what his initiation would be. Drektar didn't tell him anything. He wanted to know what to expect.

When the first rays of the morning sun shone into Sal's house, Sal got up and had not slept at all last night. As soon as she reached the door, Thrall found that everyone in the Frostwolf Clan had already risen, and everyone had gathered at her residence, the door.

Thrall opened his mouth to speak, but Drektar raised his hand to stop him. "Thou shalt not speak until I give you permission, and leave at once and go out into the mountains alone. Snow Song must stay. You can't eat, but try to think about the path you're about to embark on. When the sun goes down, come back to me and the ceremony will begin immediately. ”

Sal immediately turned away obediently. His companion Xue Ge seemed to know that something was waiting for him, and did not follow. She turned around and began to howl. The other wolves joined in, full of wild, uplifting harmonies accompanying Thrall's footsteps, alone towards his musings.

The day passed faster than he had imagined. His mind was full of questions. On this day, Sal completely immersed himself in nature, amazed at the change in the sky and the orange sun in the winter sky as it began to move towards the horizon. When the last rays of the setting sun were still nostalgic for the Frostwolf Clan's camp, he returned.

Drektar was waiting for him. Thrall discovers that Sharp doesn't know where he went, unlike usual, but the other wolves are no longer there, and Thrall guesses that this may be part of the ritual. He came to the old orc, and the elder motioned for him to follow him.

The old shaman led Sal to a frozen ridge where Thrall had never been before, and Drektar said to him, "This is a place of meditation, where you will communicate with the elemental spirits, sit there." ”

There was a round platform not far ahead, and Thrall sat on it and closed his eyes, patiently waiting for the elemental spirit. While Thrall was waiting for the elemental spirit, Richard's side had already begun to attack the elemental with all its might.