The ceremony was not held in the tribe's towns, and when the three full moons rose in the west, the orcs lit bonfires on the hillsides of the tribe's north, and the flames rose high like dancing souls.

"It's time. Tunak walked into the room and said, his face painted in red and black, his expression serious and solemn.

Marlowe nodded and stood up. His face was also painted by Agna, and the simple and rugged pattern did not make people feel weird, but gave Marlowe a primitive and fierce temperament.

"My brother, are you ready?"

"Of course. Paul replied with a smile.

The rituals of the tribe were originally not allowed to be attended by foreigners, but the chieftain and shaman granted the human request because he was Marlowe's alien brother. In order to participate in this ceremony, Paul deliberately took off his coat to reveal his sturdy body, and then simply smeared some oil paint on his body and face, and then asked for colored leather ropes to tie his arms in Tunakna. This is how the orcs are dressed, and so are Marlowe and Pinak tonight, and Paul decided to do as the locals when he was allowed to attend the ceremony, and he didn't want to cause trouble for his brother in fancy human clothes.

Of course, there is still a difference between his dress and some orcs, an orc warrior like Pinak will put on his most gorgeous animal skin cloak tonight, and Marlowe will also get his own cloak after completing the ceremony, as the son of the chief, he can have such special treatment, not to mention that he has learned the racial talent skill of blood rage, and he can be regarded as a trainee member of the orc warriors.

Paul could not wear anything, not even a small piece, because it was a blatant provocation to the orc warriors, and it would lead to hatred and beating.

Walking out of the door, the door was already full of orcs with torches, and Tunak Warcry was standing in front of the steps of the chief's hall, Marlowe walked over and stood still, his right hand on his chest and heart, and said, "Father, I'm ready." ”

"Okay, then let's follow Shaman Kashmo's arrangement. Tunak nodded and stepped back, ceding his place to the conductor of tonight's ceremony. Kashmo Shaman.

Kashmo Shaman was an old orc, his skin was wrinkled, his back was bent, and he even needed a shamanic staff to share the weight of his body when he walked, but this did not affect his status in the tribe, and the orcs respected him and were very willing to listen to his words and receive his inspiration and guidance.

"Marlo Vivia Warcry, Tunak Warcry child, I want to make sure again, are you really ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready. ”

"Then, let's start the ceremony. Shaman Kashmo jerked up his staff, then slammed it into the ground.

Everyone immediately saw that with Kashmo's feet as the center, a shining rune totem circle began to expand outward, encompassing all the orcs present in the circle and then shrinking inward, like a throbbing heart.

Shaman's Skill - Ancestral Totem!

Marlowe felt a force in his body that began to awaken, and his body began to become hot, this feeling was like using blood rage, but it was not like the desire to kill and destroy like launching blood rage, this power made him feel at peace, like the ancestor in the void appeared beside him, he will protect you, give you hope and peace in life.

"YupapaTanduo!" shouted Shaman Kashmo, raising his staff that glowed red.

The orcs echoed in unison in orc language.

"YupapaTanduo (Ancestors Together)!"

The Kashmo Shaman began to walk out of town, and the orcs followed in a long line with torches. The procession was like a long fire dragon, winding its way towards the campfire to the north. No one in the group spoke, but walked with a determined pace, just like the orcs had endured thousands of years ago when they came to this continent.

Marlowe followed behind Shsimo Shaman, his steps firm and powerful, yet heavy. He had seen the dark history of the orcs, when the demon Sargeras enslaved the orcs with killing and fear in Sattar, and fed on their souls, and then a red-skinned orc named Marta appeared, who led the people to rebel against Sargeras's rule, and then escaped from that hellish place, and then the orcs trekked to this continent with disease and hunger, and established their own city, Orim.

This is the legend of the orcs, the legend of Marta, but now Marta's descendants have fallen into decay and no longer protect the orcs like their ancestors......

Walking up the hills to the north, the Warcry Orcs circled Cashimo and Marlowe around the campfire.

"Flee from the abyss of misery

Our ancestors have given us freedom

In this steppe

The ancestors watered the grass with blood

raised his descendants with flesh and blood

Please forgive this child for being delayed

He has blood in his veins that you gave him

His muscles are filled with the strength you give

Please accept him

Let him go home

......”

Shaman Kashmo stood in front of the campfire and chanted loudly to the north, his voice filled with the most primal power, as if it had pierced the sky into the void.

The orc warriors danced a blessing dance around the campfire, all holding torches high and chanting in unison with the shamans, and the voices of the people converged into a force that shook the soul.

"Please let me go home, Patriarch Marta, I belong to this grassland, I will defend the freedom you have given, I will protect her with the power you have given her!" Marlowe fell to one knee and prayed toward the roaring campfire.

"Blood Moon! This is the Ancestral Revelation!" Shsimo Shaman suddenly fell to his knees.

There was a silvery-white full moon in the sky that was gradually turning red, and the bonfire seemed to be infused with the power of the blood moon and burned even more violently, and the flames danced in the air in a primitive dance, and the sparks splashed in all directions and then rose high into the air and then dissipated.

The fire was so dazzling that even the entire town below the hill was illuminated.

After some time, the bonfire gradually weakened, and the blood moon in the sky returned to a silvery white color. Kashmo Shaman stood up and looked at Marlowe, only to see a red flame mark appear on Marlowe's left chest, and there was a crescent moon wrapped around the ivy next to it, the mark gradually disappeared after a short time, but Kashmo Shaman turned around excitedly and shouted to everyone: "Ancestor Marta has given our chief's son a new name - Durotan!"

Durotan, which means fire of freedom in orc language, is also the name of Marta's flaming blood axe, which Marta used to lead the orcs to freedom, and now, Marlowe has inherited the name, and he will fight for a free and peaceful life for the Warcry tribe and beyond.

Durotan, the unquenchable fire of freedom of the Horde!