It wasn't the day of the Koshhag festival, but hordes of orcs were still gathering on the plains at the foot of the sacred mountain of Voshugu. Compared with the lively atmosphere in the festival, at this moment, it seems very depressing.

The Blade Wind Clan was wiped out, and upon receiving the shocking news from Guldan, Naozu immediately notified all the clans to come to the rally. After successfully gathering almost all of the orc clans, Chief Shadowmoon not only revealed the draenei's atrocities, but also the ancestral spirits' evaluation and wariness of the draenei.

Disturbingly, he was not singing a one-man show, and the other shamans said they had received the same guidance.

As someone who had been in close contact with the Draenei, Durotan was reluctant to believe it, but even the Dractal and the other shamans in the clan received a unanimous answer from the Ancestral Spirit.

The Draenei, the scourge, the source of the Elemental Rebellion and the Red Scourge, are a threat to the entire orc race.

How could such a peace-loving race invade the orcs for no apparent reason? What was the purpose of doing so? Was the previous hospitality just to find out the truth of the orcs?

Durotan was ambivalent, especially after Naozu gave the main purpose of the rally.

He said that orcs are a proud race and should not sit idly by and be slaughtered, and he hopes that the various clans can put aside their differences for a while and join forces to fight in order to eliminate the Draenei and save the world.

The main battle faction, represented by Gromash of the Warsong Clan, the Black Hand of the Blackstone Clan, and the Kargas of the Shattered Hand Clan, were all very supportive of the decision to unite against the enemy, and after learning that the entire village of the Blade Wind Clan had been slaughtered, they could not contain the hatred and anger in their hearts.

Of course, there are leaders who oppose bloodshed, and the most prominent opinion is the Whiteclaw Clan, who have a close personal relationship with the Frostwolf Clan, and their chieftain Zagrell does not believe that the slaughter of the Draenei alone can change the current situation, and may even further inflame the anger of the elementals.

As for Durotan and his Frostwolf Clan, they are still wavering because of all kinds of contradictions.

Seeing is believing, he has witnessed the peaceful and beautiful life of the Draenei, and he does not believe that the innocent and kind smiles of the common people are used to confuse him. However, it was equally impossible for him to question the wisdom of the ancestral spirits.

This time, even Dracca didn't know how to help his partner with the burden, so he could only be by his side as a comforter: "Do what you think is right." ”

What do I think is right?

Durotan showed a bitter smile, Naozu raised the banner of the fate of the orcs and successfully united the largest clans, he was just a ray of waves in the sea, no matter what choice he made, he was destined to not affect the formation of the tribe.

"Chief, someone is looking for you. The blind prophet, who was silent, suddenly looked up, and soon, a black shadow that was approaching became clear in the firelight, a bald head with a body bigger than Durotan.

"Ohgrim, what a welcome, old friend. Durontan's eyes lit up, if there was anyone who could best understand his current struggle, it would be this old fellow, because the orcs who were treated by the Delaney were the two of them.

"Your camp is small enough, but the smell is much stronger than the other clans. Looking at the barbecue, he sniffed approvingly.

"Then put aside the responsibilities for a while and come to us for a rest. "Draka knows how strong the friendship between these two orcs is across clans, and with Orgrim coming, Durotan will be less stressed.

"If only it could be like that. Orgrim sighed, "But I can't stay long, and I'd be honored if the chief of the Frostwolf Clan could walk with me." ”

"Couldn't be more than happy. Without much hesitation, Durotan stood up.

They left the camp and walked silently into the night, until the campfire behind them turned into a glimmer of light.

Orgrim stood silently, while Durotan waited with the patience of a true hunter.

"Even in the darkness like this, I can see your inner strife, old friend. Ogrim's deep voice was deep and striking, "I know what you're thinking, just like I am now." ”

"The Black Hand is my patriarch, and I swear allegiance to him, but I ...... now There are also doubts. ”

Durotan didn't speak, looking at the solemn side face of his old friend, his heart was inexplicably relieved. Sure enough, he could understand what kind of pressure he was under right now.

"I feel like I've been torn in half, loyalty on one side and what I've told me in my heart......" Orgrim didn't go any further, as the lieutenant of the Blackstone Clan, he was responsible for his words and actions, and any behavior that could lead to ambiguity would cause unnecessary trouble.

Durotan remained silent, he was incapable of enlightening the other party, because even he was troubled by the correctness of this war. After a while, his wandering gaze fixed on the other party's back, and his surprised gaze suddenly revealed a trace of grief.

"Doomhammer, I, I don't know your father'...... yet"

"He died bravely and heroically. Orgrim was stunned for a moment, then touched the huge hammer hanging behind him, "You remember, the day we were chased by ogres and saved by the Draenei a long time ago. ”

"I'll never forget. ”

"The prophet spoke of the day when I would inherit the hammer of destruction. Ogrim smiled wistfully, "I was so excited, I was thinking only about hunting with it. But only now did I understand that the day I got the Hammer of Doom would also be the day I lost my father. ”

Orgrim unleashed the hammer from behind his back and swung it vigorously in his hand, as if venting something.

The howling wind seemed to accompany him, Durotan thought. The weapon was both powerful and elegant in his hands.

Swinging such a heavy and huge weapon in a row, even Orgrim became short of breath and sweaty: "This is a great weapon. ”

His voice was lowered: "A weapon of power, a weapon of prophecy, I am very proud of my bloodline. ”

"But if I were given a choice, I would break it into a thousand pieces with my own hands, as long as it would be exchanged for my father. ”

Orgrim didn't say anything more, turned and strode over to the campfire in the distance. Durotan did not follow, he stood there for a long time, looking up at the stars in the sky, and he was deeply tired in his heart.

They are the two best orc youths, and they are also the first pair of friends of different clans to break the old customs, they are so different. But even if they are, there are still things that cannot be changed and contended.

Tomorrow will be the day when Nao Zu makes an ultimatum, and when the sun rises, the world of tomorrow will be very different from what he has been familiar with all his life.