"The emblem, you, go and report to the shaman at once, and you follow me to meet them. ”

The orc squad in the snow split into two, one orc ran back on a white wolf, and the other two came to Thrall with a pack of wolves.

"We have no ill will. Two orcs raised their hands to indicate that they were unarmed, one confirmed the injuries of the orcs on Thrall's side, and the other looked at the clan emblem in Thrall's hand.

"Is this yours?" he asked.

Thrall nodded.

The orc patted the wolf beside him and said, "Our clan's code asks us to help those in need, orc friends, come with me." ”

Thrall and they rode the white wolf left and right and were soon taken to the camp, the camp was full of wolf totems, and Sal had a faint feeling that this might be the frost wolf clan.

Without waiting for him to think about it, the warrior who brought them led Sal and them to a tent with a few beds and a few orc children, Thrall put the feverish warrior on it, and after a while, the orc doctor walked in, and several children followed the doctor, and Thrall and they stood in front of the tent curtain to shield them from the wind.

About half a day later, a voice came from inside.

"I think he's awake!"

A child with a very sharp voice walked up to Thrall and looked at him with a very curious look, Thrall looked at the orc child very kindly, in Grommash, there were almost no children, very few children came to this world through the dark door, and secondly, after the defeat, the children who did not have adult soldiers to run fast were captured in the concentration camp.

"Hello, thank you. Sal thanked the child in a very soft tone. The child ran away happily. Thrall and the others walked over to the bedside, and the feverish warrior was now back to health.

"It's good that it was delivered in time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. ”

"Thank you again. For the first time, Thrall looked carefully at the old orc who was treating them, this orc's face was full of wrinkles, his face was drooping down twice, his teeth were very yellow, and most of them had fallen out, his eyes were strangely white, there were no pupils in his eyes, the old orc's body was ricket, his back was on his back, and he was not even as tall as the child he had just treated, but there was no mental aging in this old appearance.

"Well, now the young man can survive. Our glorious power generation requires us to help those in need, but this is a winter of food scarcity, and if we don't have to help us, we won't help, and one less mouth to eat can live one more person. ”

Thrall was silent, he was well aware of the lack of food in the winter, and even if Thrall had Onexia's transportation, they had to be careful to save money, and their lives were even more difficult without any external help.

The old orc continued to introduce himself: "My name is Drektar, the shaman of the Frostwolf Clan, and this is the defender of this place. ”

When Thrall heard the words Frostwolf Clan, the excitement of surprise ran through his brother's body, and he looked at Drektar and saw that the old man was changing the position of his fingers.

"Young man, when you heard about the Frostwolf Clan, your mental state changed significantly. Can you tell me why?"

Sal was a little surprised, those eyes were obviously unable to see, why could he feel the change in his heart.

"Surprised? I can't see, but I can communicate with the elements of this world, answer my questions, young man. ”

My father once said that the best person for himself is the shaman, and there is a real shaman in front of him, and Sal said to the shaman with great respect, "My name is Saar." ”

"Thrall?" Drektar spat out, "There's no such word in orc language, it's human language?"

"Yes. "There is a slave in the word, but now I am not, and I keep the name to remind myself of the past, and now, I have escaped from the shackles and longed to find my true history." ”

"So, why are our wolves spotting you here. ”

"That's a long story. ”

"Hehe, I have a lot of time. ”

Old Sa and Sal sat down and began to tell the story for him, from being adopted by Blackmore, raising him to adulthood, and his unhappy past, to being adopted, and getting a fairly normal childhood, with Teresa Valeera's love, Gianna's friendship, and the misfortune of the concentration camp orcs, how he met Gromarsh. And the warriors around him, who were interpreted by Thrall as having taken him in, later left the place together, and as for their own history, they were pushed by Thrall to Grommash.

"Gromash told me that I belong to the Frostwolf Clan. He knew it through the piece of cloth in my swaddling clothes, this cloth is here, you see......" As soon as he opened his mouth, Sal realized that he had said the wrong thing, and the old shaman in front of him could not see it.

Thrall hoped that the shaman would not be angry, but the old shaman calmly stretched out his hand: "Give him to me." ”

Sal breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly handed him the piece of cloth.

Drektar held the cloth in both hands and placed it on his chest, muttering something that Sal didn't understand, but could guess that it was perceiving.

After a while, the old shaman nodded: "When our soldiers came back to report, I guessed that you might be a remnant of our clan, and now it turns out that as I thought, the emblem on your piece of cloth is indeed the appearance of the frostwolf clan." I also know this cloth, which your mother sewed for you with her own hands...... Alas, we all thought you were dead. ”

"How do you know this......" Sal looked very surprised, although he knew his origins, and hurriedly asked, "Do you know my mother? What about my father? Who am I?"

Drektar looked up, as if looking at Sal, word by word, and said, "You are the only son of our former chieftain Durotan and his combat companion and his companion Draka. ”

As they spoke, the children, who had just worked as medical assistants, cut off food from stewed broth and some cooked potatoes, and Sal pretended to be shocked when he heard his own story, mechanically taking the bowl full of food. The old shaman was also hungry and ate the meat without saying a word, and Sal sat there quietly, with only the sound of breathing and the wind coming from outside in the tent.