Durotan paced back and forth, the restless flames burst into his heart over and over again, his rapid breathing, sweating like a rain of embarrassment, and those who didn't know thought that he had just gone through a severe test.

In fact, it's true, it's just that it's not him who is being tested.

Drakar's screams of pain continued to blast through the hides tent against Durontan's brain, whose fists loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened, and the word anxious almost etched into his head.

Finally, the hoarse voice stopped, but Durotan did not relax in the slightest, staring at the door of the tent motionless with two bloodshot eyes.

In his great anticipation, the curtain of the door was lifted, and it was an old orc woman who greeted him. She carefully held something in her arms, and as she stepped out, she looked at her chief with those cloudy eyes.

As if struck by thunder, Durotan froze in place, sweat silently soaking into his eyes, and the extremely spicy perception almost made his eyes drip blood. But even so, he still did not come out of the horror.

When she came to Durotan, the old woman did not dare to look up at the other party's expression, silently handed the object in her arms to the other party, and silently retreated.

It was small, as small as Durotan could hold with a single slap. The round body, the fleshy limbs, and the delicate and small facial features. That's right, it was a newborn.

However, the skin of the newborn baby took on a sickly green color, which contrasted sharply with Durontan's calloused brown palms.

What's more, this kid is cold.

The warm liquid blurred his vision, and his big thick hands trembled and stroked the tender green skin, over and over again. For the first time, Durotan discovered that he could be so gentle and so weak.

The eight-foot strong man finally couldn't hold back, and hot tears burst out of his eyes, silently sliding across his cheeks and dripping onto the corners of the mouth of the deceased baby. All around, whether it was the old woman who delivered the baby or the brave frostwolf guards, they all lowered their heads because they couldn't bear it.

However, just as Durotan was trembling and bowing down in excruciating pain, a miracle happened, and the previously motionless green baby flicked his arm. This sudden reaction made Durotan stop even breathing, for fear that the scene just now was just his own delusion.

Wow –

Luckily, the spirit of the ancestors still sheltered him.

Watching the baby struggle and cry in his hands, Durontan showed a childlike smile, which was very funny with the tears on his face.

"The ancestors are above. Drektar fell to his knees and let out a trembling and excited thanks, "Chief, give the new member of the Frostwolf Clan a name." ”

There was no response, Durotan looked at the child stupidly, and the infinite doting in his eyes almost turned into substance.

"Gouyle. Just as the Prophet thought he hadn't heard and was about to speak again, Durontan's hoarse voice rang through the camp, "His name is Gouyle. ”

This group of words, in the language of the orcs, symbolizes hope, and rebirth.

This meaning is not only for this child, but also for the entire Frostwolf Clan, the entire tribe.

Standing up, Durotan carefully handed Gouil into the hands of the midwife, then turned to face all those gathered in the center of the camp.

Even the dullest orcs faintly felt that Durotan at this moment was different from ever. His eyes were not confused, his gaze was unwavering.

"Ever since we started the war, I've been thinking about a question. Durontan's loud voice echoed under the night sky, "Is what we are doing right, and whether we can lead the tribe to win the future!"

"I can't think of an answer, and no one can give me an answer. ”

"Until, he appeared. Returning his doting gaze to the sleeping orc baby, Durontan paused for a long time before continuing, "Evil power has changed Draenor, and even killed our world, and now, it nearly ruined my future. ”

The silence made the air more and more intense, and Durotan's voice became more and more high-pitched, as if it had magical power, silently igniting the flames in the hearts of the orcs.

"Today, the tragedy did not happen. ”

"As long as I, Durotan, are alive, tomorrow will be the same!"

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The heavy refined plate armor continued to collide with the movement of its master's advance, and the heavy sound was like the beating of the drums of the battlefield, neat and capable, and it was exciting.

Throughout Stormwind City, there are not a few people who can move in armor of this weight, but the only one who can be so proficient is Lothar.

Facing the admiration of the guards, Lothar stepped on the steps and walked quickly up the city wall: "How is the situation?"

At the battlement of the city wall, a gloomy young man put away the monoculars on his face: "Today's wind does not bring the stench of orcs. ”

"Speak human words. Lothar walked over to the other and put a lot of pressure on him with his size and voice.

"The orcs are back. After a pause, the unsightly brown-haired man explained, and at the same time, his words did not produce the slightest difference because of the oppression brought by the other party.

Lothar froze in place, then immediately snatched the glasses from the other's hand and looked into the distance, and in a short time, his brow, which had been frowning for several days, finally relaxed.

"Well done, Matthias, after so many days, you have finally brought me good news. ”

"Good news?" Madias said with a faint uneasiness as he clenched the dagger at his waist, "These orcs have almost occupied Stormwind's main communication arteries leading to the warehouses of the major strongholds in the Elwyn Forest, and as long as the reinforcements join, there is a good chance that they will break through the panicked Stormwind City." ”

"I don't think there's anything to be happy about now that you're unexpectedly abandoning this core strategic hub. ”

"I admit that you have been able to enter the leadership of MI7 at such a young age as a real merit. Lothar smiled and shook her head, "However, you still have a lot to learn. ”

"It's not once or twice that we've dealt with orcs, and these reckless guys aren't very good at using intrigues. Moreover, the movement of any large force is a test of logistics. ”

"Look. Handing the telescope to Matthias, Lothar continued his instructions, "The orcs were in such a hurry that they didn't even bring all the supplies with them, and they even burned them all in order to prevent food, arrows, and so on from falling into our hands. ”

Under Lothar's guidance, Madias finally caught the black smoke rising from the depths of the forest.

"Based on last night's embers alone, you can tell?"

"You underestimate the importance of supplies. Lothar seemed to remember something, and his expression gradually became serious, "Without food, no matter how brave an army is, it can collapse and collapse in a few days." ”

"The orcs have the upper hand, they can't possibly make such a big bet. ”

Looking at the weather-beaten side face, Matthias did not continue to raise the bar: "So, what are your instructions?"

"Notice down, everyone get ready, our chances are ...... Huh?" just as Lothar was in an impassioned mood, a gust of wind swept through the sky.