The day of the outbreak came.

"Hey, slave!"

That night, Thrall was burying the garbage in a large pit when a young orc yelled at him.

Sal heard the insulting words he least liked to hear, but he patiently told him, "My name is Sal!"

The orc male shrugged his shoulders very comically and continued to taunt: "Slave, Sal means the same, my wolf is sick, and the feces have stained her bedding, you go and clean it!"

"You go clean up yourself!" Thrall's displeasure was now clearly felt, "I'm not your servant, I'm still a guest of the Frostwolf Clan!"

"Huh, is this true?" the orc male laughed, "just with the name of a slave?

The male orc didn't know where to find a big blanket and threw it directly, and Sal, who didn't have time to dodge, was directly covered, and suddenly the cold sticky substance stuck to his face, and Sal asked about the foul smell of feces.

The string called sanity in Sal's heart snapped, and something in his heart woke up. An uncontrollable flood of anger swept over his vision, and Thrall roared in anger. With both hands, he tore the blanket and clenched his fists hard. Stomping the ground violently, rhythmically, angrily, as he had ever trained, Thrall directly used all the techniques he said he had learned, except that there was almost no one here to point out which technique to his clan, and there was just a small circle of orcs who suddenly quieted down.

The orc male didn't seem to sense what kind of crisis he was in, and continued to raise his chin defiantly: "I said it, get him clean!

Sal roared and waved his fist, the male orc couldn't block Sal's blow at all, Sal's fist directly brought down several of his teeth, Sal's heart was extremely angry: "I'm not anyone's slave!"

It's been many years, since I entered Kozan Island, no one has insulted myself so much for many years, when I was in Dunhold, I had to endure other people's insults, I thought my patience was extraordinary, it seems that I overestimated myself, I haven't been insulted for so many years, and suddenly there is such a time, and my mentality still collapses.

Thrall threw the male orc into a snowdrift next to him, feeling the cold in the air, Thr gradually regained his composure, Thr suddenly felt very disappointed in himself, his actions ruined the opportunity to be with them, Thr was very frustrated, Thr simply sat on the ice and snow pile, quietly feeling the cold snow, this time it was a complete failure, he didn't belong here.

Drektar suddenly appeared behind Sal: "From the very beginning, I was wondering how long you would be able to hold out. I wasn't surprised that you held out for so long. ”

Thrall stood up and looked at Drektar, the old shaman's face was not as unhappy as he had been a few days ago. Thrall saluted and said, "I'm sorry I offended you and your people, and I'll leave." ”

Drektar shook his head, continued to look at Sal and said slowly: "You won't do this, my first test is to see if you are too arrogant, you are Durotan's child, and the future of the chieftain must be yours." But it would be unfair to anyone else to declare your birthright as a chieftain by bloodline, you didn't grow up in the Frostwolf Clan, the people of the clan don't know what kind of person you are, and if you do it, there will be a huge backlash within the clan, so set this such a test, if you can't bear it, we will have you driven away long ago - and then let our wolves make sure that you are far away. And the content is that you need to be humble before we recognize you. ”

Sal understood what the real purpose of these days allowed him to live in the most remote places, eat the worst food, and do the most tiring work, and it seemed that his performance at that time should have passed.

Drektar nodded at Sal, "However, we will not respect someone who has always been humble. This is your second test, the name of the orc who wanted to provoke you just now is called Uso, his mission is to provoke you, to offend you, if you don't fight back, then you don't deserve to be a real orc. So, you've been tested twice, and I'm glad to meet a humble and brave Saar. ”

A smile appeared on Sal's face, there is no way to go!

Drektar put his hand on Sal's shoulder: "Sal, have you thought of the meaning of the Shamanic Way these days?"

Thrall nodded, "These things are like helping each other's friends. ”

Drektar smiled, "Sal, remember two important qualities – humility and pride. These two qualities are extremely important for a young man who is about to embark on the path of shamanism. ”

Immediately overjoyed to hear Drektar's words, Drektar motioned for Thrall to follow, and Thrall quickly followed the old shaman to the cave, and Drektar decided to formally teach Sal the way of shamanism. At the same time, this also means that the Frostwolf Clan has officially accepted Thrall.

Although the rest of the winter was still long and hard, the warmth in Thrall's heart dispelled the biting cold. After being officially accepted as a compatriot by the Frostwolf Clan, he was treated with a courtesy that even the Warsong Clan had never received. The people of the Frostwolf Clan really regarded him as family, they began to hunt together, and the house was moved to a warmer settlement, as were the hundred orc warriors they had brought with them, and Thrall and the Orcs of the Frostwolf Clan could listen to Drektar's teachings together. In the evenings, they gather joyfully around the bonfire, gathering noisily without any discrimination, singing songs and telling legends of the glory of the past.

Later, Drektar would open a small stove for Sal, after all, Thrall's grade was not young, and he would have to take some time to learn about shamans. Sometimes Drektar brings up the story of Thrall's heroic father, Durotan, but Thrall has a vague sense that the old shaman who knows everything is deliberately avoiding something. Thrall, who had caused a bad influence by talking too much a few times before, didn't ask this time, because as he said to Drektar, shamans and those things are friends, and friends trust each other as long as they help each other. He now believed in Drektar from the bottom of his heart, and he knew that the old shaman would tell him everything when he felt he needed to know.