As for the name, Vasqi also talked to him at the beginning, and Vasqi also wanted to change his name and brand his own mark. But in the end, it did not take shape, and even the name of Gouyl became the name of the title of the person who was close to him, and he mentioned it very rarely.

Swallowing the discounted meat in his mouth, Sal narrowed his eyes: "I will never change this name, I will always keep this name, always remind me." ”

Grommash immediately asked, "If you met Blackmore again who gave you this name, would you kill him?"

Sal stopped all his movements and thought quietly, the merciless scolding and taunting that Blackmore had taught him to fight when he was young, the ubiquitous insulting words, the unfair treatment Teresa suffered as a child, and the sad look on her beautiful face every time she mentioned her old master, for Sal, these were scars that would not heal.

"I will," Sal said in a determined low voice as he stared into Gromache's eyes, "and if there is a creature in this world that must die, it must be the lord of Dunhold, Blackmore." ”

Gromash smiled happily, and he finally put his mind at ease: "Good, good, good! Since you are determined to kill someone, I am not beginning to wonder if my decision is the right one. ”

"First of all I want to apologize to you, we looked through your backpack and found this thing, do you know what it is?"

It was a piece of cloth, a piece of cloth that was very important to Sal, and Sal took it and carefully spread it out on his hand: "This is what Blackmore found on my body when I was a baby, it is the emblem of a clan, the symbol of the Frostwolf Clan. ”

"So you know. So do you know where Blackmore found you?"

Thrall said without hesitation, "Blackmore always told me that he was really not far from Dunhold. ”

Hell Roar frowned and said, "Why are you so far away from your clan?"

Thrall's eyes suddenly lit up, did Gromash know the location of the Frostwolf Clan, and quickly asked, "Do you know their location?

Unfortunately, Gromache's answer was destined to disappoint him: "I only know that they are in the mountains of Alterac, and I don't know where they are, because Alterac is so big that no one will know where they are." We had a good relationship with the Frostwolf Clan, but then they were exiled by Gul'dan, and I didn't know what was going on with Draenor at the time, and the people of Durotan were quite loyal to the orcs, and I couldn't understand why? But that doesn't stop us from communicating. Isn't it?"

"You're right, but I still hope to find the Frostwolf Clan a day sooner. ”

Gromash nodded: "We'll help you find the Frostwolf Clan, don't worry, how about you stay here these days?"

"Good. ”

Over the next few days, Thrall felt a rare sense of joy as he had been, feasting with the Warsong Clan, singing their brave battle hymns and war songs, and often going to Gromash to learn what he knew. Thrall discovers that orcs are not mindless killing machines at all, as depicted in the books, but a noble race. They are masters on the battlefield, and while they will have fun in the blood mist and piles of bones, their culture is rich and detailed. Hell's Roar speaks of how each clan was once independent. Each has its own logo, customs, and even language. Among them are strong-willed leaders, called shamans, who use natural magic instead of the evil, demonic supernatural magic.

Fortunately, Sal had long known that there was such a profession as a shaman, otherwise he would have made a joke. But the difference between shamanism and magic, Sal really doesn't know.

"Gromache, do you know the difference between a warlock and a shaman?"

"These two powers sometimes have the same effect, for example, a shaman summons lightning to slash his enemies, while a spell uses a lie to burn his opponents with the flames of hell, and no matter how strong their will is, their souls will not escape until these hours of punishment. This is where this power falls short. ”

Gromash took a sip of water and continued: "What's different about them is that lightning is a natural phenomenon. You summon it by asking for its help. With Hellfire, you make a pact that requires you to pay for yourself, and the price is often your own life. ”

Thrall scratched his head and asked, "Did you say that the shamans are all gone?"

Gromash shook his head: "The way of the warlock is indeed very efficient, but it is only what it seems, this power has to be paid, and sometimes he is very deadly. However, during the war, in order to win the war, the shamans turned to warlocks, which is the reason why the shamans have almost disappeared, and the shamans still have them, but the quantity is no longer so much, and the quality is not at the height of the year. ”

"And was it the power of the warlocks that turned the orcs in those camps into those places?" Thrall asked the question he had been thinking about.

"No one can explain it," said Grommash helplessly, and he also wanted to know the answer, "but it manifested itself in each of us, one after the other. At first we thought it was some kind of disease, but after a while no one died, and nothing bad even happened. ”

"One of the orcs in the camp thinks it's—" Thrall was silent suddenly.

"What does it have to do with it?"

"With those red eyes. Sal said.

"Ah," said Grom, with some sadness in Thrall's eyes. "Maybe so. There are things we are fighting against that are beyond the comprehension of a blue-eyed young man like you. I hope you never do. ”

For the first time since Thrall met Gromarsh, the mighty warrior looked small and vulnerable. In fact. He's really skinny. It was his wildness, his howls that made him look so terrible and powerful. Physically, the charismatic leader is declining day by day. Even a few days after he had only known Hell Roar, the sight still deeply touched Thrall. It seemed that the orc chieftain's will and strong personality were the only thing that kept him alive, he was bound together with flesh, bones, and tendons. Terrifyingly, this is likely to turn into the scattered orcs of the concentration camps......