She puffed out her chest and looked at him proudly. Suddenly, a warmth flowed through his body, and with it, there was a feeling that both excited him and made him a little uneasy. Seeing Drakar standing in front of him, he never prayed, and for the first time said a silent prayer to the elemental spirits: Please let me make a good impression on this woman.

Two hunters follow the trail of their prey. Durotan consciously relinquished her leadership position because her tracking skills were as good as his. They complimented each other: his eyes were sharper, but she could see more deeply than he did. He wondered what it would be like to fight alongside her. As they walked forward, they carefully observed the ground. They made a big turn along the road. He really wanted to know—

The giant black wolf crouched on the ground, grinning at the corpse of the split-hoofed cow. Hearing footsteps, it spun around. Time froze, and the three trappers looked at each other...... Before the wolf could make a move, Durotan had already rushed forward.

The axe was as light as a feather in his hand. He swung down with an axe and slashed {}. {}. The body of the beast, but the yellowed teeth also sank deep into his arm. There was a sharp pain, and he quickly pulled his arm away. The wound was bleeding and it became extremely difficult to lift the axe, but he did it anyway. The wolf's attention was entirely focused on Durontan, his bright yellow eyes fixed on his face, his mouth open and roaring angrily. Its exhalation is warm and smells of carrion.

The moment before the jaw bit into his face, he heard a war cry. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something, and then Drakka appeared in his field of vision, leaping towards the black wolf with her beautiful spear in hand. The spear stabbed straight in, and the wolf turned its head sharply. In this moment. Durotan raised his axe again. Cutting it down with all his might, the blade of the axe pierced through the wolf's body, and then slashed into the ground, the force was so great that he couldn't pull it out for a while.

He took a step back, gasping for air. Drakar stood beside him. He felt her warmth, her energy, and the desire to hunt as strong as he did. The two stared at the behemoth they had slain—and today, they had unexpectedly encountered a creature that would only take down several experienced orcs. And yet they are alive. Their enemies died in pools of blood. Cut in half by Durontan's axe, Drakar's spear pierced its heart. Durotan found that no one could tell which one had struck it - the thought made him ridiculously happy.

He sat heavily on the ground.

Dracard was beside him, swiftly cleaning his injured arm and washing the blood off it. She anointed him, tied him with a bandage, and made some bitter herbs and added them to the water for him to drink. After a while, his dizziness disappeared.

"Thank you. He said softly.

She nodded, not looking at him. A smile crept up the corner of her mouth.

"Is it that funny that I can't stand up?"

He hadn't intended to use such a harsh tone. She looked up suddenly. Somewhat surprised.

"Nope. You fought very bravely, Durotan. It's rare for someone to take a blow like that without throwing away their weapon. ”

Her words are a narrative of facts, not contrived flattery. He knows. He had a strange sense of satisfaction. "That'...... What are you laughing at?"

She grinned, calmly eye level with him. "I laugh because I know something you don't know. But what...... What now...... I think I can sue you. ”

He felt himself smiling, too. "I'm honored. ”

"Yesterday, I told you that I was not old enough to find a partner. ”

"That's right. ”

"Hmm...... As I say that, I'm almost getting older. ”

"Well," he said, though he didn't quite understand it. "That'...... When will you reach your age?"

Her smile widened. "Today. She said briefly. ...

He looked at her for a long time, then without saying a word, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

Targas had been observing the two orcs for a long time, and at this moment, he walked away in disgust. Their bestial instincts are simply insulting. It's so much better to be a manari. Manari's way of venting has always been violence, not copulation...... Except for those female creatures with wings and tails. He prefers Manari's way. In fact, he wanted to kill the two inferior creatures in heat on the spot, but unfortunately the master's order to "observe" could not have been clearer. If these two things do not return to the clan, it will inevitably arouse doubts; Even though they weren't even as good as ants to him, sometimes, ants can be bad. Kilgardan asked him to observe, report, and not act without permission.

Tagas will definitely obey his master's orders.

Vengeance, Kilgardan mused. Revenge is like the fruit of a tree, it is sweetest only when it is ripe. There were days in the endless years when he wondered if he could still find the betrayed Ereda. But now, with every word Targas utters, his hopes are rising, and his joy is growing.

Tagas's mission was done perfectly. He discovers the so-called "city" created by the once mighty Viren and his poor men; He observed their way of life, how they hunted like the lower creatures who called themselves "orcs", and how they planted grain with their own hands. It was just funny that he saw them trade with the boorish, uncivilized race and get along politely. In the midst of their architecture and what little technology remains, Targas feels a little bit of what it once was...... On the whole, though, Targas felt that Kilgardan would be glad to see his former friend fall into this role.

They now call themselves "draenei" - exiles. They also named the world Draenor.

Kilgardan found Tagas confused - instead of focusing on Veren himself, he asked more questions about the orcs. What is the structure of their society? What traditions do they have? Who are their leaders and how are they chosen? What characteristics of society do they value most, and what qualities do they value most in individuals?

But Targas's job is to report, not judge, so, he dutifully answered. When Kil'Gardan had finally digested all the information—not even the names of the two animals that had been killed and gone into heat—he was finally satisfied...... At least for now.

It had been so long that he could finally get the vengeance that had been promised. Viren and his followers will be punished...... But this punishment will not be a happy death, and it will not be the fate of being torn to shreds by the high-ranking Eredar army. That would be too merciful for them. That's right, Kilgardan wants them to die...... But he wanted them to collapse first. Let them be completely humiliated. Make them as helpless as insects on the soles of their boots, and crush them mercilessly.

Now, he has the perfect plan. (To be continued......)

Chapter 177: The two are together.

Chapter 177: The Two of them are together: