ps: If you want to hear more of your voices, and want to receive more of your Jianyì, search for the WeChat public account "qdread" now and follow it, and give more support to "Totem Burning"! "Another visit, master?" He said, bowing deeply, offering food and a steaming drink. Recently, under the Jianyi of Lukan, Naozu began drinking a medicinal liquor made with special herbs. Lucan assured him that the drink would keep his consciousness and spirit open to the spirits of the ancestors. At first, Nao Zu thought it was terrible to drink, but he didn't say a word. Now, he enjoys a cup first thing in the morning and three more times a day. He took the cup, took a sip, and nodded to Gul'dan.

"Not bad...... And I know something important. Listen, Gul'dan. From the moment orcs appeared in the world, shamanism existed. Shamanism coexists with orcs, and shamans walk with their ancestors and collaborate with the elements. ”

Guldan's expression was a little confused. "Yes, of course ......"

Naozu couldn't hold back his smile. Of course, these are always true. But, there's more we don't know. The soul of the ancestors can see it, but the living cannot see it. Lukan told me that she had been communicating with those who were wise and erudite, who possessed knowledge that even the souls of our ancestors had not set foot in, and who now came to us to help us. Lucan said that there was a special succumb that he had decided to give the orcs his protection. Soon...... Soon he will show up to me!"

Guldan's eyes sparkled. "So...... Can I witness this too, Master?"

Naozu smiled, "You are a powerful shaman. Gul'dan. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have chosen you as an apprentice. Yes, I think so. As long as he recognizes your value, he recognizes my value. ”

Gul'dan humbly bowed his head. "I hope so. He said. "I am truly honored to serve you. This will be the most glorious moment for the orcs. We are really lucky to be alive at this moment. ”

The Blackstone clan asked to strike first, and the black hand personally played the striker. There were some voices of annoyance and discontent among the masses, but the Blackstone clan was world-renowned for their high hunting skills. The proximity of their home to Tymore, a small, relatively isolated city of the Draenei, made them a natural first choice. They were rationed with the best armor. Swords, iron arrowheads, and many more weapons to use against the Draenei.

Orgrim rode at the patriarch's side, the hammer of destruction behind his back. Wrapped from head to toe in breathless plate armor, his skin was abrasively ground against metal. The wolf under his crotch didn't seem to like his heavy armor either, and turned around several times to bite Orgrim's leg as if it were some kind of bug that bothered him. They walked through the soft pastures, and the wolves seemed tired, their pink tongues sticking out, gasping incessantly.

Orgrim muttered a few words. Waging war against their sinister new foe sounds easy. But when all of them, including Orgrim himself, got up. When applauding this decision, no one thought about merely preparing for war. How difficult it would be. If they wanted their mounts to carry the already thick and bony orcs and a suit of armor, they would have to raise larger wolves.

The weapons in their hands have been opened. They attacked the ogres several times, and came to the conclusion that despite their clumsy movements and stupid minds, the Draenei were nothing more than the agile and intelligent Draenei. But fighting the ogre is still closer to dealing with a new enemy than hunting the Tabu sheep. At the beginning. They even lost some of their companions - they held a ceremonial cremation ceremony for the deceased to commemorate these glorious sacrifices. They were very unfamiliar with the brand-new weapons in their hands, and the heavy armor slowed down their movements, but each attack was smoother than the last. In their final attack, they faced not only two ogres, but also a Goron, which not only had the ferocious brute force of the ogre, but also the intelligence that the ogre did not have, making it even more difficult. After the two brave Blackstone warriors fell, Orgrim wielded his Hammer of Prophecy and delivered the final blow to a roaring Goron. ...

The Black Hand stood beside him, sweating and panting, and his face was covered in blood, both his own blood and the blood of the monster they had just killed. He wiped his face with his chainmail glove, licked the blood from his hands, and snorted.

"Two ogres, and their masters. He muttered, reaching out and patting Orgrim on the shoulder. "The Draenei will be powerless in the face of our power!"

Orgrim stood in the sun sweating, the bright sunlight shining on the armor and sparkling like it almost dazzled his eyes. He silently agreed with the patriarch's words. His vein was filled with a thirst for blood. He believed in Naozu and the shamans of his own clan. Also, he had spoken to Durotan, and the two had come to an agreement: although the Draenei had rescued them and hospied them warmly that day a long time ago, the blue-skinned ones did look a little strange. The Ancestral Soul has never meant missing the way, and it definitely won't this time.

However, as he rode beside his patriarch towards their destination, the location of a small Draenei hunting party reported by the scouts, doubts rose in Orgrim's mind. The Draenei look very strange, so what's the matter? When they first came into this world, they must have thought the orcs were strange. Do they deserve to die just because they're aliens?Did the Draenei ever do a hand on the orcs once?Did they even insult them?Yet now, eighteen heavily armed Blackstone warriors were on their way to slaughter a group of unthreatening Draenei, and the few blueskins were just hunting for their people. Somehow, the image of the Draenei girl who had smiled shyly at them popped into Orgrim's mind. Could it be her parents among the people who died on this land on this dazzling sunny day?

"Ogrim, what are you slipping on!" The black hand's hoarse voice came, startling Orgrim. "What are you thinking, my lieutenant?"

An orphan's face, Orgrim thought to himself. He whispered, "I wonder what color Draenei's blood will be?"

The black hand threw up his head and laughed, startling a flock of crows, and the shrill rattling and panicked flapping of wings came and went.

"Ha, I'm sure I'll make you look good!" Hakuto, still laughing.

Orgrim's jaw tightened, and he didn't say a word. Ancestors don't lie, he thought sternly. A child is always innocent, but if her parents want to be against us, they deserve it.

They found the team without much effort, and they didn't even bother to hide their whereabouts. According to the scouts, the hunting party of eleven people, six men and five women, was tracking a herd of split-hoof cattle. These huge, hairy beasts are very powerful and difficult to kill, but they are not as warlike as the tarbu flock; By the time the orcs saw the hunting party, they had managed to surround a calf. The bull roared and plowed, pointing its horn at the attacker, but it was clear who would win and who would lose.

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