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Lin Yue continued to wander around the Draenor Continent, full of strange creatures, and Lin Yue also found that killing these creatures his totemic power rose rapidly. He also visited Dulongtan once on the way, but when he learned what ceremony Dulongtan was participating in and could not meet him, Lin Yue continued his journey and continued his adventure.

Along the way, he could often see the hunting team of the orc clan, but he cleverly avoided it, after all, he was an alien race to the orcs, and some misunderstandings would inevitably occur when he encountered them in the wild.

The patriarchs saw the stern faces and turned in their direction to examine them silently. Durotan stood beside Draka, his arms wrapped around her waist in a protective gesture, though he 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 stand with Orgrim. Despite coming from different clans and traditions, Orgrim was Durontan's most trusted man besides his fiancée. But Orgrim must be standing beside the Mafistress Patriarch, who is now looking around at the assembled shamans, and does not hide the annoyance on his face.

"He's not hunting in a long time, this guy. Draka grunted and nodded in the direction of the Black Hand. "I think he just can't wait to have a fight. ”

Durontan sighed, "His wish has almost come true." Look at their faces. ”

"I've never seen Drektar like this, not even when Patriarch Kashur's body was shattered. Draka said.

Durotan did not answer. Just nodded. Continue to observe your surroundings.

Naozu strode into the middle of the crowd. Everyone stepped back and made room for him. He began to circle in a clockwise direction. While muttering something. Then he stopped and raised his hands. Flames burst out from in front of him and leapt into the sky, so gorgeous that even a few people 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, turning into a normal bonfire, only made of magic.

"When darkness comes with night, sit down by the fire. Naozu ordered. "Each clan sits with its own shaman. When the time comes, I will call you to your fore. ”

"You still want to summon us to make an offering to you!" An annoyed voice shouted. "Do we still have to lie meekly at your feet at night?"

Durotan recognized the voice, whether it was the firm tone raised at the Koshhag festival as a child, or the chilling battle cry on the hunting grounds. It's a sound that is unique and unique. He turned his head to look at Grom Hellroar, the young leader of the Warsong Clan, and secretly hoped that his outburst would not delay Naozu's speech too much.

Hellroar stands at the forefront of his clan. He's a little thinner than most orcs, but his height and temperament are just as impressive. The colors of the Warsong Clan are black and red; Even though Grom didn't wear armor, the simple black and red leather coat added a bit of intimidation to him. He crossed his arms and stared at Neozu.

Naozu didn't respond to the provocation of Hell's Roar, only a long sigh. "I know. Many of you feel insulted. Give me a chance to speak. You'll be glad you're here. Your children and grandchildren will be glad you are here. ”

Hell roared, a low growl in his throat. His eyes flashed gloomily, but he didn't say anything more. For a moment, he stood there, and then he shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "Okay, I agree." He sat down, followed by his clan.

Neozu waited until everyone was quiet before speaking.

"The Ancestral Spirits visited me. He said, "That ancestor, I trust her beyond words. She revealed to me a threat, as dangerous as a scorpion lurking under a dense bush. All shamans can testify. I am deeply saddened and outraged that we have been deceived in this way. ”

Duron's heart pounded as he pondered the old shaman's words. What is this mysterious threat, and why is such a dark enemy never discovered?

Naozu sighed, looked at the ground, and trembled. When he spoke, his voice was low and steady, and there seemed to be a slight sadness.

"The enemy I speak of," he said heavily, "is the Draenei. ”

It's chaos.

Durotan's eyes widened in disbelief. He looked around, and made eye contact with Orgrim, seeing the same shock in his old friend's eyes. Draenei? Something must be wrong. Even if the enemy was Goron, he could believe it—maybe they had stumbled upon some secret weapon they wanted to use against their old enemies. But the Draenei? can't ...... When pigs fly.

Their fighting skills are not even as good as those of the orcs. They do hunt, but that's only because they need meat to survive just like the orcs...... However, they were able to face Goron and had assisted the hunting party once or twice. Durotan recalls the day when two orcs fled desperately at the feet of an ogre who had stomped the ground to the ground, and the tall, blue-skinned creatures had come to their rescue.

If they really kept their evil thoughts hidden, as Neozu said, why did they risk saving the two orc boys? This qiē is crazy.

Naozu shouted loudly to silence them, but the noisy crowd didn't care. The Black Hand had already stolen, his thick neck bruised, and Orgrim was trying his best to calm his patriarch. Suddenly, a terrible roar tore through the air, nearly bursting his eardrum and nearly stopping his heart. Is it Grom? Hell Roars. Grom also stood up, his head held high, his mouth wide open, his jaw painted black as if it were about to fall off. There's nothing like the roaring war cry of hell. There was silence, followed by dead silence.

Grom opened his eyes and grinned at Naozu, who had become allies so quickly, and Naozu looked incredulous.

"Let the shaman continue. Hell roared. Although the tone was casual, everyone could hear it clearly in such a complete silence. "About this new ...... Old enemy, I want to know more. ”

Naozu smiled gratefully. "I know this surprised you. I was shocked myself. But the Ancestral Souls don't lie. Those who are superficially kind have been waiting for the right time to attack us for many, many years. They sit in strange buildings made of materials we can't understand, and hide countless secrets that help us......"

"But why?" Durotan couldn't help but blurt out. Countless pairs of eyes looked at him, but he didn't flinch. "Why are they attacking us? If they are hiding so many secrets, what can they get from us? And if this qiē is true, how can we defeat them?"

Naozu looked a little distraught. "These, I don't know. All I know is that the Ancestral Souls are worried. ”

"There are more of us than they are. The Black Hand roared.

"Not so much. Durontan roared back, "Compared to their advanced knowledge, there are more people who are meaningless. They came here on a ship that travels between worlds, Black Hand, do you think they can fall under axes and arrows?"

The black hand's thick eyebrows were twisted together. He opened his mouth to retort......

...... but was interrupted by Naozu. "Their plans, like meat stewed on a fire, have been in the works for decades. Nao Zu said, decisively stopping the quarrel between the two. "Our determination, and our eventual victory, was not achieved overnight. I don't want you to start a war now, I just want you to stay vigilant. I want you to prepare. Go and consult with your shaman on the right course of action. I want you to open your hearts...... Accept a union, a union that will give us victory!"

He opened his arms. "We come from different clans, yes, very different customs and traditions. I am not asking you to abandon your proud history, but to accept the possibility of unity! Each of our clans is already strong, and once united, it will become an unstoppable force. Whether it's the Blackstone Clan, the Warsong Clan, the Thunder King Clan, or the Dragonthroat Clan...... The important thing is that we are brothers of the same race! Aren't we all the ultimate goal of a warm and safe home, a hunt full of joy, a loving companion, and the respect of the souls of our ancestors?

This is true. Durotan looked at his old friend. Orgrim stood behind his patriarch, tall and majestic. When he felt Durontan's eyes fall on him, he met his gaze and nodded. (The novel "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 "qdread" and follow, hurry up!) (To be continued......)