This is, where?

Like a lover's delicate little hand running through his clothes, gently sliding down his chest to the rest of his body, the original death-like coldness also faded.

It's the flame......

Without the strength to activate the Arcane Eye, Lanlos relied on his increasingly hot senses to accurately judge what was in front of him. Soon, feeling his stiff joints soften, he reflexively moved his body closer to the campfire in front of him.

It was a small movement, but it couldn't escape the eyes of the frostwolf orcs who had been watching him from inside the tent.

With a burst of heavy footsteps, the sound of the curtain being lifted, and the brief howl of the wind and snow, Lanlos vaguely sensed that there were two more people in the tent.

Hawkers, I have to say that this body smell......

Feeling that his mind was suddenly much clearer, the words 'Daigo empowerment' suddenly appeared in Lanlos's mind.

“&#%@！......”

The gong-like voice spat out strange syllables, sounding to Lanloth like the low roar of some kind of beast, full of power and at the same time more regular.

It's a language, a language I didn't know before.

Am I no longer in the Kingdom of Stormwind?

Seeing that the other party was dazed, Durontan paused, and then nodded at Drektar.

"Stranger, can you hear me?"

A voice suddenly echoed in Lanlos's head, no, not a voice, more like, some kind of mental picture. Without words, this mysterious power allowed Lanlos to understand what the other party was trying to convey in an indescribable way.

"Of course, who are you, and where am I?" As a spellcaster, Lanros was familiar with this power, and soon found the 'channel' established by the method, and conveyed his thoughts in a different way.

A flash of surprise flashed across Drektar's face, even those shamans who had just stepped into the path of the elements could not use spells as skillfully as Lanloth, even if they were cast by others.

But soon, he gathered these miscellaneous emotions: "This is Vogol, the gathering place of the Frostwolf Clan, the pearl of the Frost Fire Ridge!"

Referring to his clan and homeland, the mind of the Blind Prophet was inevitably filled with pride and pride. On the other hand, Lanloth, the whole person seemed to be completely petrified at this moment, and even his breath disappeared completely.

Wagaul, frostwolves, orcs, Draenor?

Why did I cross over again?!

"Keep your emotions in check, stranger. "Feeling that the other party's violent emotional fluctuations were seriously affecting the operation of his spell, the prophet had to 'speak' to warn.

After all, he was a frequent traveler in time travel, and Lanloth didn't make too much of a fuss and quickly came to his senses. Of course, the more reason is because of his physical weakness.

"I'm sorry, and I'd love to talk to you more, but ......" didn't continue, and Lanros just pointed to his abdomen slightly embarrassed.

Durotan understood this action even without Drektar's translation, and immediately nodded to the guard behind him, who left the tent without the slightest hesitation.

Soon, the hot roast and broth were placed in front of Lanlos.

Not forgetting to express his gratitude to the other party, Lanlos immediately gobbled it up after thanking him.

Relying on the Holy Shield to escape Karazhan's death, coupled with the cold invasion for several days, his physical strength had dropped to a very terrifying level, and now he did not want to do anything but fill the emptiness in his stomach.

Not knowing whether it was the standard etiquette of Lanlos or such a bold way of eating, Durotan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and then glanced at Drektar with a slightly defiant look.

The latter did not respond, but simply shook his head helplessly.

The Blind Prophet had hoped to imprison the little man in the same way that he had locked up the massive creature, but for Durotan to treat an unconscious, weak creature in such a way was not the work of an orc warrior who admired harmony.

Therefore, he not only brought Lanloth into the nearest tent to make a fire to keep warm, but also asked the Prophet to rely on the power of the elemental spirit to heal the other party's injuries.

Although this little man was not treated well by the elemental spirits, in Durontan's opinion, with such a weak body suffering from a thousand wounds and ice and snow, Lanlos could still retain his breath, and such a strong will and desire to survive was enough to gain his respect.

Of course, more importantly, he was confident that the other party would not be able to make much waves in the gathering place of the Frostwolf Clan.

"Whew!" he exhaled a long breath of turbidity, and as the warmth of his stomach spread to his limbs, Lanloth finally regained his sense of being alive again. Of course, this feeling is not good.

Under the erosion of the shadow magic, Lanloth left many black and rotten scars on his body, and finally dispelled the hunger and cold, but the pain in his flesh instantly overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

"Stranger, are you okay?" Thinking that the food was unappetizing, Drektar hurriedly expressed his concern through the secondary soul link.

Shaking his head, Lanlos forcibly suppressed the pain, and it took a while to ease up: "No, I'm fine. ”

Although he knew that the other party was suspected of being reckless, the blind prophet did not investigate too much, but at the urging of the frostwolf chieftain, he mentioned the topic again: "So, where are you from?"

"We?"

Full of warm thoughts**, no, it should be thinking of friends......

After all, his origin was too bizarre, and Lanlos chose to avoid this question as much as possible, and caught the key to the other party's words in time: "Tyri...... Where's that blue dragon?"

"Dragon, you say that thing is a dragon?" the Prophet and Durotan looked at each other, both recognizing a hint of absurdity in each other's faces. There are dragons in this world, and although the Frostwolf Clan rarely comes into contact with those fierce beasts, the Thor Clan, which is also in the Frost Fire Ridge, regards the two-headed Wyvern as a powerful combat partner.

This also gives this clan the ability to occupy half of the Frostfire Ridge.

"I'll talk about these things later, if you don't mind, can you let me see my friends first?"

Without a response, the Blind Prophet focused on the sturdy young orc beside him.

"Friends?" Durotan didn't know what was in mind, and as he whispered to himself, his sharp eyes continued to scan the helpless little man in front of him, and then nodded slightly.

By midday, the wind and snow had subsided considerably, and the scattered snow and ice had been isolated from the rudimentary tents set up on the blue dragon, and several orc shamans of different ages were surrounding each other. The gentle spirit of flowing water continued to leap from their fingertips, leaping into the blue dragon's body.

As most of Tyri's wounds healed, Lanlos was relieved by the growing vitality of her lifeforce, and then pressed her waist bag seemingly inadvertently.

'If you want me to say that these people are really good slaves, or they should all be arrested and build a fortress here......

'Shut up, you. ’

With a helpless sigh, Lanlos stuffed the eager Elunis into the space bag.

"Well, stranger. The Blind Prophet stepped forward once more, the looming sharpness of his face showing his vigilance and impatience.

Although Durotan ordered to help the other party, Drektar personally felt the dislike of the elemental spirits for this pink skin, and it was good for the chief to be forgiving, but if he followed the path of the person with a heart for the sake of the people, it would be too much to gain and lose.

The other party's urging made Lanlos feel a little tricky, to be reasonable, he didn't even know the origin of himself and Tyri, he really didn't know where to start.

However, after catching a glimpse of the orc chief named Durontan, Lanloth's heart moved, but he chose to be honest.

This world, called Draenor, for some reason, will later be known as the Outlands familiar to all players, and at the same time, it is the world of orcs.

To put it bluntly, the actions of this race have been throughout the history of Azeroth, both in terms of their fall and their redemption.

This race has divided into many different clans, large and small, among which the Frostwolf Clan and its leader, Durotan, are in a league of their own. When all the orcs accepted the evil of the Burning Legion, Durotan and his people bravely rejected the 'gift'.

Durotan was a good and wise leader, and if it were him, he might be able to help himself.

"If nothing else, we don't belong to this world......"

While Karazan's story was brushed aside, the fact that Lanloth was from Azeroth caused the Blind Prophet's eyes to widen uncontrollably. Then he quickly came back to his senses, and busily pulled Durotan to whisper.

In fact, the secondary soul link would also allow Durotan to understand what Lanlos was trying to convey without words, but he could not comprehend the consequences of this event in the same way that the Prophet did.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't you think it's weird?" pulled the chief a little away, and the prophet's low and solemn voice made the other party straighten up.

"In the past few months, the Red Scourge and the Elemental Rebellion have been coming one after another, and don't you think this outsider who claims to be from another world is suspicious?"

Glancing at the pink skin that gently stroked the blue dragon's scales, Durontan's brows became closer and closer: "However, if that was caused by them, why hasn't there been any information about them for so many months?"

"Maybe the other clans didn't have time to report. Having experienced the Elemental Spirit's attitude towards this outsider, Drektar still held his tongue, "After all, all this happened after the last Koshhag Festival. ”

"Either way, I insisted that they couldn't be kept. ”

The elemental spirits and the shaman, like the Light and the priests, witnessed the ominous power of the little man, and Durotan understood the Prophet's hostility all too well, but hesitation still appeared on his face.

Aside from the elemental spirit's overreaction, Durotan didn't see any ill intentions in the other party, and Lanloth's trust in him for no apparent reason was very useful. There was really no way for him to order the execution of a powerless person in such a state as the other party.

But reason told him not to disobey the will of the elemental spirits......