The earth shuddered suddenly, and Durotan opened his eyes violently.

He sat up, his hand instinctively reaching for the one-handed axe he carried with him. Orgrim's preferred weapon is a heavy, wooden-handled metal warhammer, a traditional weapon of the Blackstone clan and a simplified version of the legendary warhammer he will inherit.

The two boys exchanged glances, what was it that made the earth tremble, was it a split-hoof cow with fur that would make a good blanket and meat that would feed the entire clan?

Or is it something more dangerous?

Seriously, what the hell is in the Teroka Belt? This is the first time they've been here......

They jumped at the same time, their little brown eyes glancing into the dark corners of the trees, where the once dense and secluded woods now seemed so menacing.

Boom!

The earth shook again, and Durontan's heart beat faster and faster. If it was a small Splithoof Ox, maybe he would be able to defeat it with Orgrim and share the spoils with the two clans.

He glanced at Orgrim, and sure enough, the latter's eyes flashed with the same excitement.

Boom!

Boom!

Crash......

As the bushes were violently torn apart by two arms as thick as boulders, the two young men gasped at the same time and retreated one after another.

The 'little split-hoofed cow' was even bigger than it could have imagined, with its feet on the ground, its seemingly fat body looking very heavy, and its hand holding a stick that was stronger than the size of an orc. This isn't a split-hoofed cow, it's an ogre!

And, it saw them.

The two boys turned and ran.

Now Durotan didn't know how much he wished they hadn't raced before, his legs hadn't fully recovered, but they were still moving at his command, and the desire to survive gave him strength.

How did they go so far and break into ogre territory?

Durotan imagined that the ogre's master was effortlessly carving a path through the forest like the ogre. It was taller than the ogre, and as soon as it stood in front of the ogre, the ogre was immediately inferior to the ...... Like an orc in front of an ogre.

"Little orc...... Smash it flat!"

The ogre's excited roar burst through the sky and spread far away through the jungle, and countless birds and beasts erupted in terrifying screams and fled in all directions. As for Durotan, the sharp pain in his eardrums made him think he was about to go deaf.

That thing is about to catch up with them!

Durontan's brain panicked and ordered his body to run faster, faster!

But he still couldn't distance himself from the monster, it was so close, and with every wave of his hand, Durotan could even feel the illusion of the ogre's rough fingers touching the muscles behind his back.

Despair grew surging and almost overwhelmed them, followed by endless anger.

They haven't come of age yet! They haven't taken part in the first real hunt, they haven't danced with women around the campfire, they haven't soaked their faces in the blood of the first prey they killed alone!

There's so much they haven't done yet.

It's one thing to die honorably on the battlefield, but now, with such a disparity in strength from this abominable creature, it's a joke and no glory at all!

Bang!

As if the gods sensed his unwillingness, lightning and flames poured down like divine punishment, and in an instant, the monster that had been howling with excitement just now barely had a chance to scream, and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Durotan and Orgrim turned their heads back, their mouths wide open.

Their rescuer didn't make a sound, and a team of a dozen people moved silently, like a blue and white tide, suddenly emerging from the woods.

These humanoids, who also landed on their feet, were very different from orcs in appearance, and their blue skin was more gentle than the brown of the latter, although not easy to hide, as if a glance at it could calm people.

Unlike orcs, these draenei were either armed with one-handed light swords or hunting bows, but their apparent ranger status was questioned by Durotan because of the armor that shone with magical energy that shone all over their bodies.

In the latter's impression, rangers or hunters almost always travel lightly for the sake of flexibility and convenience, as well as to reduce the burden on their mounts. Moreover, even the Blackstone clan, which is keen on forging, cannot create such a fine armor.

Thinking of this, Durotan glanced at Orgrim beside him, and although it was only for a moment, he still clearly caught the disbelief in the other party's eyes.

Soon, the leader of these draenei stepped forward, speaking the unintelligible orc language, while smiling and bowing slowly to Durotan and the two: "I'm Rystaran, Captain of the Termo Guard, and it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

"You, hello, I'm Durotan of the Frostwolf Clan, son of Garrard. Durotan felt his cheeks burn in the face of the greeting of his life-saver, and he felt as if he had been stung by something sharp.

He was indeed grateful for the other party's saving grace, but they had seen two proud young orcs flee in the face of danger!

In a trance, Durotan felt this emotion of shame like an erupting volcano, which made him hate and ......

"Durotan!" Orgrimmar's exclamation suddenly rang out, and Durontan's eyes widened in confusion. At some point, he sent the one-handed axe pinned to his waist into the opponent's chest, piercing through the steel armor.

Blue blood gushed like seawater, soaking his axe and arm. In those blue eyes that shone with a faint brilliance, the endless anger and hatred almost turned into substance.

It turns out that Delaney's blood is so hot......

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Crash!

The wolfskin draped over his body was a gust of wind due to Durontan's lightning-fast sitting speed, which not only almost extinguished the bonfire around him, but also attracted the attention of the night watch elf above.

"Chief Chief, this is the third time you've done this. Lanloth's tone was full of banter, but at the same time, it was faintly helpless, "Even if you don't believe me, there's no need to toss yourself like this, right?"

Durotan frowned, but instead of responding, he raised his hands, his red eyes reflecting the flames staring intently at his palms. Luckily, they are brown......

With a kick of his legs, Lanlos fell lightly from the trunk of a tree several meters high, and slowly walked to the opposite side of the orc and sat down: "Okay, okay, anyway, there is not much time before sunrise, if you can't sleep well, why don't we talk?"

After a group of wolves rushed through the night, they had entered the border of the Teroka Forest in nearly a week or so. During this time, in addition to consolidating his knowledge and alleviating Tyri's illness, Lanloth also asked Drektar for the orc lingua franca.

With the help of arcane, even without the use of secondary soul links, Lanloth has been able to communicate simply in orc language.

And his orc language, which he didn't understand well, was so familiar to Durotan......

"I'm sorry. After a pause, Durotan turned his head, pulled the wolf skin on his body that was a little crooked due to the violent movements, and sincerely apologized to the other party, "Maybe it's because I'm too tired these days, I just can't sleep well, it's not that I don't trust you." ”

This is not a compliment, although everyone tried their best to avoid danger along the way, but after all, the road was treacherous, and it was inevitable that they would be attacked. Due to the infestation of the Shadows, Lanlos didn't strike many times and for a short time, but there was no doubt that Durotan was impressed by his quick and efficient spell attacks.

"Is it because of the fever?" asked Lanros, seemingly casually, as he added firewood to the fire.

Glancing at the other party, the carelessness on that face weakened Du Longtan's vigilance a lot.

"Nope. Chief Frostwolf shook his head, "I don't think it has anything to do with fever. ”

As if thinking of something, Lan Luos's movements suddenly stopped, and a deep and mysterious light was fleeting in his eyes, but it quickly returned to his previous casualness: "Idle is idle anyway, you might as well say it and listen to it." ”

"It's none of your business, stranger. The sense of distance in Durotan's words is very obvious, even if he has known the other person's name for a long time, he still calls the other person 'stranger'.

Although Lanlos gave the orcs help, it has to be said that there are too many coincidences. Absolute trust in such an outsider of unknown origin?hehe, that's stupid......

There was no response, no displeasure in the face, and Lanlos's performance was too flat. What's even more puzzling is that he seems to have listened to the other party's refusal, and continued to work without saying a word.

And this, however, made Durotan feel the inexplicable heat on his cheeks.

The silence lasted for a long time, and just as Durotan was on pins and needles in embarrassment, a thin petite hand grabbed a large piece of fluffy bread and handed it to him.

"Thank you. The other party's action seemed to be silent, but it broke the embarrassment very skillfully, and Durotan took the bread with relief, and then took a very cherished bite.

These days, Durotan has deeply felt the magic of the caster, not only in the brilliant and efficient spell strikes of Lanloth, but also in these soft and delicious 'bricks' that have been pulled out of nowhere?

'You have the power of the primeval titan, but you use it to make ...... Delicious dim sum?'

'Shameful waste!' you...... Woo~'

Inadvertently putting his hand on his fanny pack, Lanlos smiled and blocked the staff of the Dharma Protector that was about to burst out.

Elunis's words were too arrogant, the art of making food was one of the spells that every wandering mage must learn, although it was just simple bread and mineral water, although it was not as delicious as the High Elves to cook artificially, but compared to ordinary farmers, it was slightly better in texture and taste.

Orcs are not good at farming, and they are not only curious about this delicious whole grain snack, but they have also successfully captured its fluffy and sweet taste.

At least Durotan and Drektar were like that, and even Nightfall and the rest of the frostwolves eased tensions with Lanloth for that reason.

This is the charm of food, and for Lanlos, who has lived in the Celestial Empire for so many years, he knows the essence of table communication.

Seeing Durontan's tense nerves gradually relax, the smile on Lanlos's face widened.