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"Then call the messenger in, if he finishes eating. Durotan said, with a smile in his thick voice. "Tell him we'll be at this strange party of Naozu, but when the time comes, he'd better make us feel like we're not in vain. ”

On that day, the patriarch and shaman of the Frostwolf Clan were almost the first to arrive. Neozu greeted them personally, and Durotan only glanced at him and knew he had come to the right place. Nao Zu was not young in the first place, and in the past few months, he has looked several years old. He had become thinner and weaker, as if he hadn't eaten in a long time. His eyes were full of thought. He put his trembling hands on Durotan's shoulders and thanked him solemnly for coming.

&【♀ωáń【♀【♀ロ巴,⊙.±ns∨b.¤mnbsp; This was definitely not some arrogant power play, and Naozu must have felt some kind of real threat. Durotan nodded in acknowledgment, then walked away to settle his men.

For the next few hours, under the sun fading towards the horizon, Durotan watched as the orcs of each clan walked one by one, towards the flat grassland at the foot of the sacred mountain. It's almost like a Koshhag festival. He watched the bright banners of each clan flutter in the wind, and when he saw the emblem of the Blackstone Clan, Orgrim's clan, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. The two childhood friends had rarely seen each other since they were adults, and the last time they got together was when Orgrim attended the ceremony of Durontan's ascension to patriarchship. Durotan was pleased to see Orgrim following closely behind the Black Hand, just one step away from the mighty patriarch. So to speak, the old friend has now become the deputy of the patriarch. Actually, it's not surprising at all.

Draka followed her fiancé's gaze. Snorted to show satisfaction. She gets along very well with Orgrim. For this, Durotan was very grateful. The two most important people in his life could be friends. He considers himself very lucky.

As Neozu greeted the Black Hand, Orgrim stole a glance at Durotan and winked his eyes. Durontan grinned in response. Naozu's state made him uneasy, but at least, the party gave him and Orgrim a chance to meet. Durotan was still thinking about it, and the Black Hand had turned away impatiently, waving Orgrim to follow. Durotan's smile vanished. If the Black Hand ordered Orgrim to be by his side throughout the assembly, then. Even that little bit of happiness will be deprived.

Drakar grabbed his hand and squeezed it. She knew him too well. She didn't say anything; She didn't have to say anything. Durotan looked at her and smiled.

Again, the thin messenger came with a message that Naozu would not hold a meeting until tomorrow, for there were still many clan representatives to arrive tonight. The Frostwolf Clan's campsite is smaller than most, but it's also much warmer. They brought tents and blankets, while the messengers provided enough meat, fish, and fruit. Now, a piece of tarbu lamb's loin and leg meat is slowly turning on the blazing campfire, and the tantalizing aroma is mouth-watering even as they munch on raw fish. There were eleven of them in all—Durotan, Draka, Drektar, and his eight shamans. Several of them seem very young, but the shaman's skills always grow over time. And once the spirits of the ancestors visited them in their dreams, they were all honored and honored in the same way.

A dark shadow appeared next to the firelight. Durotan stood up. Just in case the visitor has drunk too much and is looking for a smoke. Then the wind changed, and he smelled Orgrim and laughed.

"Welcome, old friend. He shouted, stepping forward and hugging the other. Durotan was tall, but Orgrim was still better than him, just as he was when he was younger. Durotan looked the Blackstone Clan chief's lieutenant up and down, and couldn't help but wonder how he had outdone him in any way before. ...

Orgrim snorted and slapped Durotan on the shoulder. "Yours are small enough, but the smell is much stronger than the others. He said, looking at the barbecue and sniffing approvingly.

"Then come to our fire, tear a piece of mutton, and put aside your responsibilities for a while. Draka said.

"If only I could do that," Ogrim sighed, "but I can't stay long." I would be honored if the Frostwolf Clan's patriarch could accompany me. ”

"Then let's go for a walk. Duron replied.

They left the camp and walked silently for a while, until the campfires became a distant glimmer of light, and no one could see or hear them. Both orcs sniffed the air. Orgrim stood in silence for a moment, while Durotan waited with the patience of a true hunter.

Orgrim finally spoke. "The Black Hand didn't want us to come. He said. "He thinks it's an insult, he feels like Naozu called us like a little pet calling for him......"

"Me and Draka have the same idea. But here we are now, and, we're glad we're here. You've seen Naozu's face, too. One look at him and I knew we were in the right place. ”

Orgrim snorted mockingly. "Yes, that's what I thought. But when I left the camp, the black hand was still there in a tantrum and yelling at the shaman...... He can't see what we see. ”

Durotan couldn't just say bad things about other clan leaders, but it was no secret what most orcs thought about the Black Hand. Of course, he was a powerful orc, in the prime of life, taller and stronger than all the orcs Durotan had ever seen. Of course, he's not stupid. But there was something about his body that made Durontan's hairs stand on end. Durotan decided not to say this.

"Ah, even in the darkness of this, I can see the struggle within you, old friend. Orgrim whispered, "You don't have to speak, I know what you're going to say." The Black Hand is my patriarch. I swear allegiance to Him and will not break my oath. But I ...... There are also doubts. ”

Durotan was a little surprised. "You?"

Orgrim nodded. "I feel like I've been torn in half, Durotan. On one side is loyalty, and on the other side is my heart's word to me...... I hope you'll never have an experience like this. I was his adjutant and I could try to correct him a little, but only a little. He is the leader of the clan and he has the most power...... I can only hope that he will listen to others tomorrow and stop stubbornly clinging to his little self-esteem. ”

Durotan also hoped so. If things were really as bad as Neozu's expression suggested, the last thing he wanted to see was the most powerful clan patriarch looking like a spoiled child.

His gaze fell on something behind Orgrim. As he spoke, pride and sadness rushed through his body. "You now have the hammer of destruction. I...... I don't know about your father's death yet. ”

"He died bravely and heroically. Ogrim said. He hesitated, then added, "Do you remember the day a long, long time ago, when we were chased by ogres and saved by the Draenei?"

"I'll never forget. Durotan said.

"The prophet spoke of the day when I would inherit the hammer of destruction. Ogrim said. "I was so excited, I was just thinking about hunting with it. But after talking to him, I understood for the first time – I mean, really understand – that the day I got the hammer of destruction would also be the day I lost my father. ”

He untied the hammer from behind his back and held it in his hand. He's like a dancer, Durotan thought. The weapon was in his hands, both powerful and elegant. Orgrim moved, crouched, jumped, and waved. The moonlight shone on his stout body. Finally, Orgrim let go of the legendary weapon, breathing profusely and sweating.

"It's a great weapon. Orgrim whispered, "A powerful weapon." A prophetic weapon. The pride of my pedigree. And I'm willing to break it into a thousand pieces with my own hands, if that way can bring back my father. ”

Orgrim didn't say another word, turned and strode over to the campfire in the distance. Durotan didn't follow. He sat there for a long time, looking up at the stars in the sky, and felt deeply in his heart that the world he saw early tomorrow morning would be very different from the one he had known throughout his life. (My "Totem Burning" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdred" and follow, hurry up!) (To be continued......)