Durotan stood beside Draka, his arms wrapped around her waist in a protective gesture, though he himself didn't understand why he felt she needed protection. He stared at Drektar, the look on his friend and advisor's face that sent him shudders.

He wished he could be with Orgrim, who came from different clans and had very different traditions, but who Durotan trusted the most besides Drakar. But as a dutiful lieutenant, Orgrim must stand by the side of the Black Hand of the Blackstone Clan's chieftain.

"He's not hunting in a long time, hasn't he?" ...... this guy "looked at the unquenchable anger and impulsiveness on Blackhand's face, and Draka muttered under his breath, "I think he just can't wait to fight." ”

His wish was almost fulfilled. Durontan sighed.

Out of the crowd came an orc shaman with a white face painted on it, and the orcs around him stepped back in a tacit agreement to make room for him. He began to circle in a clockwise direction, muttering something as he stopped, and then he raised his hands.

Scold!

Flames burst out of front of him and leapt into the sky, so gorgeous that even those who had seen it countless times would let out a voice of admiration. The towering pillar of fire lasted for a long time, then gradually dissipated and turned into an ordinary bonfire.

"We come from different clans, yes, very different traditions and customs. I am not asking you to abandon your proud history, but rather to accept the possibility of union. ”

"Our enemies are powerful and cunning, they invade our world and numb our nerves with their flamboyant appearances. Now, at last, they can't hold back and start a massacre of our compatriots!"

"Every orc here is strong, but the Draenei are no weaker than us, and the Blade Wind Clan has already paid the price for fighting alone. ”

"But once we join forces, our power is unstoppable!"

"For the Horde!"

Roar –

Almost all of the orc representatives who came to the rally were good at it, and their powerful battle cries soared into the sky, as if all of Nagrand was trembling as a result.

Then, amid the cheers, the clan chieftain who had joined the tribe stepped out of the crowd and came to Naozu.

Black Hand, Gromash, Kargas, Kiel Rog...... Looking at these powerful orcs who were famous among all the orcs, Durontan's nerves unconsciously tensed. However, his footsteps kept standing still, and he never stepped forward.

"Excuse me, is it Chief Durontan?" a hoarse and small voice suddenly came into the ears amid the cacophony. Durotan and Drakar spun around, but then suddenly froze.

What appeared in front of them was an orc with a rickety body holding a cane, although he looked like a hobbling old man, but his eyes were terrifyingly shrewd.

"Naozu asked me to bring you a gift. Gul'dan smiled, then waved his hand for a Shadowmoon orc behind him to step forward, holding some kind of round object wrapped in animal skin.

Durotan didn't respond, he didn't like the orc, not because of his thin body, but some indescribable feeling, a feeling of disgust. The one who took the package was the frostwolf guard on the side.

Soon, however, Durotan was no longer able to probe the crippled orc's mind. Inside the package was a mutilated orc head. Judging by the paint on his face, it was the frostwolf orc.

"When we found him, he had been eaten by the Ironjawwolf. Gul'dan's voice was soft, as if he was sorry for the deceased, "I know you should be grieving right now, but I have a question that I hope you can answer. ”

"What qualifications do you have...... keenly perceiving the other party's seemingly polite attitude full of mean and sharp targeting, Draka was the first to express her dissatisfaction, but before she could finish speaking, a strong hand pressed on her shoulder.

Durotan stepped forward: "Of course. ”

"Why did the messenger of the Frostwolf Clan appear in Shadow Moon Valley?" Although it was a question, Gul'dan obviously did not mean to ask Durotan to answer, and after raising doubts, he actually speculated on his own.

"Could it be that you have contact with the Draenei?"

Now, driven by Naozu and the Ancestral Spirits, war between the Draenei and the Orcs is inevitable. If the other orcs know that the Frostwolf Clan sent news to the Draenei during this time...... As the saying goes, if you go outside, you must first settle inside, and there is no doubt that they will become the target of everyone!

"You're too careful, I'm just sending someone to convey the Frostwolf Clan's response to Nao Zu. "After all, after so many years as a chief, Durotan has not shown the slightest flaw.

"Yes? It seems that the teacher is too worried. Gul'dan thought for a moment, and then nodded in agreement, "But I also hope you don't mind, after all, with the bravery of the Frostwolf Clan, it is understandable that the Draenei will be able to cause danger to this world." ”

Gul'dan bowed deeply with sincerity, and then quickly turned away, and no one saw him, his smile hidden in the shadows, hideous and evil.

Compared to the noise around him, Durotan's silence seemed out of place. Looking at the various chieftains gathered around Naozu, he couldn't help but clench his fists, close his eyes, and raise his feet forward.

"The Frostwolf Clan will prepare for war. ”

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The start of the war did not happen overnight, and the tribes consisting of major clans entered the stage of war readiness.

It is the tradition of almost every clan to train children when they are six years old, but in the past, training was easy, albeit serious. After all, at that time, weapons were meant to hunt, not against intelligent beings with the same weapons and skills, as well as technological superiority. At that time, young orcs studied at their own pace, had a lot of time to play and have fun, and even simply enjoyed their youthful time.

This kind of sight is no more.

Spears, bows, and axes are effective against animals, but to deal with the Draenei, they also need other weapons and equipment. The Blackstone clan did not hesitate to pass on their own blacksmithing skills to other orcs, and every day the sounds of orc blacksmiths beating and quenching could be heard in various gathering places, and countless people spent their days wielding miners' hoes to dig through the earth for the materials necessary to make weapons and equipment.

Large and small mines appeared on the originally verdant land, and the thick black smoke darkened the sky of the major clans, and the atmosphere of murderous and cruel war became more and more intense.

"The clock is ticking. Roulkan whispered like a whisper.

"I know, but we can't leave our people unprepared to go to war. Naozu was helpless, "I haven't stopped investigating the Delaney recently, and their strength is far superior to ours. ”

Roulkan snorted unhappily, then smiled. Nao Zu looked at her, but a flash of doubt flashed in his heart.

Is it an illusion? This smile seems to be squeezed out.

"We have trained the army as best we can and as fast as we can. He quickly added that he didn't want to make his most important partner in life angry.

Rorkan didn't say a word, as if to say, this is not enough, far from enough.

"Perhaps, maybe you can help us. Naozu found himself looking a little nervous and incoherent.

"I've told you everything I know. Rorkan frowned, then seemed to think of something, and laughed happily, "However, there is another way, the great being, the existence that mortals do not know. ”

"But......" As soon as Naozu showed surprise, Roulkan's words suddenly changed, "You can't meet him yet, you're not qualified to ...... yet"

"But, please......" Neozu realized that he was praying, but he couldn't care so much about it, "Please, if we are to protect our next generation from the Draenei's machinations and harm, we must get more direct help!"

What he didn't say was that he was already enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention of all clans and all orcs. What he didn't say was that the untouchable power she spoke of had sparked a great longing in his heart......

But, more importantly, Roulkan had already injected too much fear of the Draenei in his mind, bit by bit, and now she suddenly refused his request, which made him extremely uneasy.

After a short silence, Rorkan sighed softly: "Maybe you're right. ”

"I would ask him to talk to you, after all, he cares deeply about our race, always. ”

Neozu nodded, happy at her words, and then he blinked and woke up, an irrepressible smile that never left the corner of his mouth.