Kilgardan smiled at him, then slowly, calmly turned his attention to Gul'dan. Even in the midst of this tragedy, Neozu felt the faintest relief that he was not as he was now, like a puppy eager to praise Kil-Gardan.

"There's no need to lure you with pretty lies, is there, my new puppet?" Kilgardan said to Gul'dan almost affectionately, "You didn't flinch in the face of the truth. ”

"It's really not necessary, master. I live to wait for your orders. ”

Kilgardan chuckled softly. "If I do stop making up lies, you have to do the same. You live for power. You crave power. Over the past few months, your abilities have grown to the point where they can be put to my disposal. Our relationship is not one of worship and esteem, but of selfishness and convenience of each other. But this relationship means that it is likely to last. ”

Guldan's face flashed with emotion. He didn't seem to know how to react to these words, and Neozu felt a glimmer of joy at the embarrassment of his former apprentice.

"Such as ...... As you wish. Gul'dan finally stammered, and then became a little more confident, "Tell me what you want me to do, I swear I will do it." ”

"You must have sensed that I wanted to destroy the Draenei. As for why I'm doing this, it's not your concern. You just have to know that I want it that way. Now the orcs are doing it, and they're doing it well, but they can do it better, and they should do it better. The strength of a samurai necessarily requires a strong weapon. And, Gul'dan, I intend to give you and your people a weapon that you have not even imagined. It will take some time. You have to learn it first. Then you can teach other orcs. Are you willing and ready?"

Gul'dan's eyes seemed to sparkle. "Let's start the lesson. Glorious and great master, you will see what a good student I will be. ”

Kilgardan laughed out loud.

Durotan was covered in blood, much of his own. What happened?

All qiē went on as usual. They spotted the hunting party, then raided them, attacked, and waited for the shaman to use his magic to attack the draenei.

They didn't do that. Instead, one frostwolf orc after another fell to the Draenei's shining blades and blue-and-white magic. For a moment, Durotan was fighting for survival, and he saw Drektar fighting desperately. Just with his staff and nothing else. What was going on? Why didn't the shamans help? What was Drektar thinking? He wielded his staff no better than a child—why didn't he use magic?

The Delaney seized the opportunity to know why, and the shaman's inaction was an angry fight. Their attacks were fiercer than Durotan had ever seen, and their eyes seemed to sparkle as if they had felt victory for the first time. Blood was dripping from the grass, and Durotan slipped and he fell, and the Delaney, who had attacked him, raised his weapon.

It was at this moment that he would die in a glorious battle. Unless he doesn't think it's a glorious battle. Instinctively, he raised his axe to parry the attack, even though his arm was deeply wounded at the link of the armor and his hand was shaking. He stared into the eyes of the man who was about to kill him. Then, he recognized it as Restaran.

It was at this time. The enthusiastic blue eyes of the captain of the Draenei's guard widened at the recognition of Durontan, and he stopped his attack. Durotan gasped, trying to gather his strength to get up and continue the fight. Restaran whispered something in a language Durotan didn't understand, and then all the Delaney stopped attacking, weapons raised in mid-air.

When Durotan stood up, he realized that only a few of his warriors had survived, and that if the battle lasted for two more moments, the Draenei would have slaughtered their entire rank, while the Draenei had lost only two or three men.

Restaran turned to Durontan, his ugly face showing multiple expressions: sympathy, disgust, regret, determination. "Out of mercy, and out of your respect for our prophet, Durotan, son of Garrad, you and those who are still alive of your clan are forgiven. Heal your wounded and go home. But don't expect such mercy again. We don't owe each other anymore. ”

Durotan swayed, as if too much blood was coming out of a deep wound, and he needed to replenish too much. But when Delaney turned away and eventually disappeared into the horizon, the will sustained him to continue standing. And when they were out of sight, he could no longer let his feet support him, and he fell to his knees. Several ribs were cracked or broken, and every breath he took felt like a knife hurting.

"Durotan!"

It's Draqa. She was also seriously injured, but her voice was loud. Durotan felt a pang of relief all over his body. Thanks to the ancestors, she is still alive. Drektar rushed to Durotan and put his hand on Durontan's chest, moaning as he breathed. The warm current flowed into Durontan, and the pain stopped. He took a deep breath. "At least they told me to go for treatment," Drektar said so lightly that Durontan wasn't sure he heard it.

"Go and treat other people, and then talk about it," Durotan said. Drektar nodded, avoiding the chief's gaze. He and the other shamans were quick to use magic to heal the wounds they could, using ointments and bandages to heal what their magic could not reach. Durotan is still in pain, but not life-threatening, and he is also helping the shamans. When Durotan had done what he could, he stood up and looked around. At least fifteen corpses stiffened in the grass, including Loka, his deputy. Durotan shook his head in disbelief.

He would take the bodies of these fallen men back to their land on a stretcher. They will light a fire, their bodies will be cremated, and their ashes will be scattered into the air to be absorbed by water and earth. Their souls will go to Voshugu, and shamans will talk to them about deep and important things.

Something terrible happened, and it was time for him to find out what was going on.

It was in the wasteland that a sudden anger overwhelmed him. Durotan had a voice in his heart that kept whispering in his head, ignoring what the Ancestral Spirits had told him, that this attack on the Draenei was a serious mistake. He turned to Drektar. A low roar startled the orc, who was sitting in a gulp of water, to his feet.

"It's a massacre!" Durotan shouted. Trembling with rage. "Fifteen of our brethren have died before us! And I don't see you or anyone else fighting with your spells!"

For a moment, Drektar couldn't speak. Every frostwolf orc watched the conflict, and the grass fell silent. Then, Drektahl said weakly, "The elements -- they didn't respond this time." ”

Durotan narrowed his eyes, still clinging to Drektar's light leather jacket, and he confronted the wide-eyed but silent shaman, "Really?

The shaman nodded. Someone said in a trembling voice, "It's true." Great chieftain. I made requests to them one by one. They say...... They say it's against balance, and they don't allow us to use their power anymore. ”

Durotan's shock was interrupted by an exasperated hiss. He turned to see Drakar's face furious. "It's not just a sign! it's a shout, a war cry, blaming us for doing wrong!"

Slowly, Durotan tried to understand the significance of what had happened, and he nodded. If it weren't for Restaran's mercy, he and every member of the remaining combat party would have been lying on the ground, their bodies already cold. The elementals refused to help, and they reproached the shaman for what he asked.

Durotan took a deep breath and shook his head. It's as if I want to shake off those dark thoughts in my head. "Let's do our best to get the wounded back to their homes. And then...... Then I will write a letter. If my fear is the truth - that it was not just the shaman of the frostwolf who was attacked by the elementals back to the Draenei - then we must question Neozu. ”

After sitting on the ground and resting for a long time, Durotan stood up. And at this time. In the distance, a figure appeared on the horizon, and quickly approached. This figure was none other than Lin Yue, who first went to the Draenei to learn about their conflict with the orcs. Then the team chasing the Prophet of Velun failed, and they had to look around for Durotan, the only one they knew on the orc's side and had a good relationship.

Just now, Lin Yue ran into Restland and learned that they had clashed with the orcs again, or with Durotan, who had been a guest in the city-state of Draenei. Lin Yue experienced deep regret and faint anger from Restland's tone.

"How about you!" Durotan saw the appearance of the person who had come and stood up from the ground.

"Long time no see, Durotan. Lin Yue said.

"What are you doing here?" asked Durotan.

"Wait, you're hurt, let me help you heal. After Lin Yue finished speaking, a white totem flame rose on his body, and the Holy Light Technique fell on Du Longtan's body, and the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon, Durotan felt that he had regained his combat power after playing.

"What kind of spell is this, so magical. Durotan and the frostwolf orcs behind him were stunned.

"Come with me, there's something I want to talk to you about. Lin Yue took Durotan aside alone.

Durotan turned his head to look at the orcs in the distance and asked, "Tell me, what do you want to know?"

"The power I used just now is the Light. But I'm not a Draenei, and I'm not one of them. I already know about the conflict between you and them, and I want to know now, who started this war?" Lin Yue asked in a low voice.

Durotan pondered for a moment, perhaps wondering whether to tell Lin Yue some secrets of their orc clan.

"The shaman leader of our orc clan, Naozu. Durotan uttered the name.

Lin Yue was also shocked, in his memory, in history, such a thing as Nao Zu, or maybe the history written by Medivin did not match the real Lin Yue was puzzled, but now was not the time to think about this.

"What's next for you?"

"I don't know, go back to the tribe first, there are a lot of things to deal with. Durotan said.

"Well, go ahead, you take this, if there is a very urgent or difficult problem. Crush him and I'll help you. After Lin Yue finished speaking, he gave Dulongtan a crystal wrapped in metal. It's the brains of goblins, and there's never been one in the world of Draenor.

Durotan put away the crystal closely, nodded at Lin Yue, and turned to walk towards the orc troops waiting for him in the distance. And Lin Yue, without the slightest lingering, also turned around and left here. He still has a lot of things to do, and he knows that he should not meddle in this matter, after all, it will affect the course of history. He wasn't strong enough to do that, but there were many things that made him curious. This curiosity drove him to prepare to find out the truth in his own way. (To be continued......)