Chinese In addition to ogres and Goron, Winter is the Frostwolf Clan's worst enemy. Watermark Advertising TestingWatermark Advertising TestingIn order to ensure a food source, they will migrate with the split-hoof cattle every winter.

But one year, when Durotan was still a child, his mother fell on the road due to illness.

The biggest threat of winter is not just blizzards and wild beasts, it becomes even more difficult to cure diseases, and in the eyes of others, taking his mother with him on the road will only drag everyone down.

Naturally, Durotan would not let his mother be eaten by wild beasts, after all, she was still breathing, and she was still alive.

The clan is gone, leaving Durotan and his mother, and his mother's frostwolf companion, Mad Fang.

In fact, it's not just the Frostwolf, a beast close to the orcs, that lives in Frostfire Ridge, it's the opposite of a pitch-black predator known as the Ironjawed Wolf.

They are brutal, greedy, and difficult to tame. They are the victors of the law of the jungle, and you can find them in almost every corner of Draenor.

They are also never picky about their prey, and even the orc squads that act together are often attacked by them.

So far, there are and only Warsong clans that have perfected the art of taming the Ironjawed Wolves, but even so, Durotan has heard a lot of news about the injuries of the Ironjawed Wolves in captivity.

That night, Durotan happened to encounter these bloodthirsty monsters. More than a dozen times as many enemies surrounded Durontan, but his enemies were not only these iron-jawed wolves, but also the anger in his heart.

He was cornered, and in the middle of the battle, the bloodthirsty ** almost drowned him under the impetus of anger.

That night, he killed all the wolves, all the ...... Grabbing the supple white fur on his body, Durontan's face flashed with obvious remorse: "I have been wearing the fur of mad fangs all my life, not only because of its courage and loyalty, but also because of my own courage. ”

"Blindly advocating violence and anger, even the noblest orcs will also be devoured by the bestiality in their hearts, reduced to one, and the beast ......" After speaking, Durotan fell silent.

He was still wary of this pink skin, but he had to say that it was indeed reassuring and reassuring to have someone listening to him.

At this moment, he had an inexplicable feeling of closeness, if it weren't for the destructive tattoo reminder on Lanloth's body, he might really regard the other party as a friend he had made for many years.

Hearing this, Lanlos did not answer, as a listener, he was very qualified. If it weren't for the 'Enchanting Monster' buff in the stats panel...... That's right, these days, Lanlos is not only thinking about the upcoming communication with the Draenei, he has also not forgotten the leader of the new tribe in front of him, the Chosen Son, Sartha's father.

Moreover, Durotan and his Frostwolf Clan are the few rational orcs and the only ones who have not drunk the blood of demons.

Lanlos was self-aware, and he might not be able to change what was happening to Draenor right now. But there is no doubt that it is not a bad thing to have a good relationship with such a representative hero.

As for social skills, come on, we're mages...... However, Durotan is worthy of being the most sane leader of the orcs, and over the past few days, Lanlos has found many opportunities to cast a spell of confusion on the other party behind the back of Drektar.

Despite seeing Yugsaron's power, he was almost noticed by the other party, and it wasn't even until the nightmare just now that he was able to pry Durotan's mouth open.

The iron will of the orcs is indeed not blown...... Of course, Lanlos is not a shameless villain who admires the white wolf with empty gloves, for a qualified businessman, no matter how dark it is, in addition to the harvest, the transaction must also have to pay.

The elven mage moved his buttocks, and was about to elaborate on his origin in exchange for more trust, when the white wolf prostrate on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, his violently contracted vertical pupils glittering with a terrifying light in the light of the flames.

Ho-The low, long roar of the night instantly attracted everyone's attention, and Durotan grabbed his axe and stood up, his tense muscles inflated like balloons.

In less than half a breath, Drektar and Terigosa also woke up one after another, and seeing that Chase Ye and the two of them were so nervous, they immediately stood beside the two of them.

I don't know when, but the chirping of birds and insects all disappeared, except for the occasional popping in the fire, the air was frighteningly quiet.

The sound of rustling and rustling continued to sound around several people not far away, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, and it was impossible to judge the exact location of the other party.

"It's a hunter. Soon, Durotan judged the approximate identity of the comer, and at the same time lowered the axe in his hand slightly, and stepped forward,

"I, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, the son of Garrard, Durotan, I don't know what Your Excellency calls me?" The voice that disturbed the judgment of several people disappeared, and there was a brief silence, and the pitch-black bushes in front of me were swept away by a pair of palms wrapped in delicate metal, and out of it was a blue creature with horns on its head and a tail behind it.

Compared to the nervousness of Lanlos and the others, Durotan suddenly quietly breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the other party's face clearly.

Fortunately, it's an acquaintance......

"The territory of the Frostwolf Clan is 108,000 miles away from here, Durontan, after so many years, you shouldn't be being pursued by ogres again, right?" Compared to the Ranger Captain in his memory, Ristalan's orc language has improved a lot, but the slightly mocking tone makes Durontan uncomfortable, which is the last thing he and Orgrim want to be remembered.

"I'm sorry for intruding into your territory, but I have something important to do and need to meet the Prophet Viren immediately. Without taking the time to get close, Durotan directly informed him of his origin in the fastest way.

"Important?" Prophet Viren is the greatest spiritual leader of the Draenei, and even if the other party is a clan leader, it is not something that can be seen by sight.

"It's about the life and death of the entire orc race!" Realizing that the other party had concerns, Durotan was in a hurry, and involuntarily raised his feet forward.

As his stout steps stepped into the dirt in front of him, a whole group of heavily armed draenei rangers poked out of the darkness on all sides, sharp blades and arrows aimed at him.

Compared to the orc child many years ago, Durotan now has the power to hunt ogres alone.

Seeing that the situation had taken a turn for the worse, Lanlos reacted quickly, and took a step forward to pass Durotan, who was still frowning, drawing everyone's attention to himself.

"I haven't seen you. After a moment's hesitation, Restaran said in orc language. Thanks to Lanros's simple use of the orc language, he easily understood the meaning of the other party, as well as the deeper meaning.

The Draenei know that knowledge is power, and if there is anyone who knows Draenor best, it must be these blue-skinned Germans.

Whether it's the terrain or the various races. To be specific, this was the first meeting between the Delaney and the High Elves.

"Why, didn't Lord Prophet expect that?" a slight frown on his brow, Lanros paused for a moment, and then continued.

The speaker has no intention of listening to the heart, and the implicit derogatory meaning of this sentence to Restaran is really unbearable.

"What do you mean by that?" Seeing that a depressing atmosphere was gradually spreading among the Delaney troops, Lanlos hurriedly understood, and while feeling that his charm value was developing in a strange direction, he slowly bowed to the other party: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything else. ”

"And. A faint golden glow suddenly bloomed on the elven mage's head, dispelling the exhaustion from his pale complexion, dispelling the darkness under the night sky, and even more dispelling the draenei's grave steadfastness, and the utter surprise of surprise overwhelmed everyone in an instant.

"May the Light bless you. ”