At the foot of the sacred mountain appeared an angry crowd of orcs. Durotan sent letters to others he believed in, thus confirming that the shamans of the other clans had also been rejected by the elementals. A particularly horrific report came from the Chewing Bone Clan, whose entire squad was wiped out in the face of the Draenei, and the news didn't become known until a few days later when a shaman who had been hiding in the rear during the battle tried to treat a sick child.

Now the chiefs of the clan and the shamans have come to see Naozu and seek explanations.

Nao Zu came out to salute everyone, waving his hand and asking everyone to be quiet.

"I know why you're here today," he said. Durotan frowned. Neozu was so far away from him that he could only see a small dot, but his voice was so clear and perfect. He knew it wasn't unusual, and that Naozu was able to do so by seeking the wind to carry his word to spread. But if the elementals did reject the shaman, how could it be now? He exchanged glances with Drakar, but both remained silent.

Indeed, the elementals no longer respond to the shaman's requests. Naozu kept talking, but his words were drowned out by angry shouts. He looked down for a moment, and Durotan came closer to look at him. The orc spiritual leader looked weaker than Durotan had ever seen, Durotan thought.

After a while, the noise quieted down. Although the orcs gather out of anger, they need answers more than they vent their anger.

"After discovering these situations, some of you think we did something wrong. But this conclusion is not correct. What we do is to gain a power that we have never seen before. My disciple, the noble Gul'dan, has learned this power. Let him answer your questions. ”

Naozu turned. Leaning heavily on his staff. Step by step to the side. Gul'dan bowed deeply to his teacher. Naozu didn't seem to see it. He stood there, his eyes closed, looking old and frail.

On the contrary, Durotan had never seen Gul'dan so spirited. The orc had a whole new energy, and his demeanor and words carried a strong confidence. "What I am going to tell you may be a little difficult for you to accept, but I have confidence in my people that you are not closed people, especially when faced with ways that can make us better. He said. His voice was clear and loud. "Just as we discovered with amazement and awe that there were other powerful beings besides our ancestral souls and elemental spirits, we also discovered ways to harness magic in addition to ways to work with the elements. A force that is not based on supplication and handouts...... A force that is able to demand to emerge because we are strong enough. A force that we can control when it appears, and we can demand that they obey us, obey our will, and not exist around us in any other way. ”

Gul'dan stopped, and he looked around at the orcs gathered around him, and let the people below slowly accept what he had just said. Durotan glanced at Drektar.

"Is this possible?" Durotan asked his friend.

Drektar shrugged helplessly. He looked completely stunned by Gul'dan's words. "I don't know," he said, "but what I do know is." After the last battle...... Durontan, that shaman is doing what should have been done by the Ancestral Souls!How could the elementals turn us away in that situation?How could the ancestral spirits allow such a thing to happen?" He said. The voice became bitter, and the shock and shame were still on him. Durotan understood that the shaman felt like a warrior confidently picking up an axe only to find that it turned into a puff of green smoke in his hands—an axe given to him by a trusted friend, an axe that was asked to be used for a good cause.

"Yes, yes, I believe you understand me - the value of what the great and beautiful being, the one who brought us under his wing, can offer us. Gul'dan said, nodding his head repeatedly. "I have learned from this powerful being, and so have these noble shamans. ”

He took a few steps back, and a couple of shamans, dressed in the most ornate painted leather armor Durotan had ever seen, stepped forward.

"They're Blackstone Orcs," Draka whispered, her brows furrowed. Durotan also discovered this.

"What they learn," Gul'dan continued, "will be taught to every shaman who is willing to be instructed, and I assure you of that." Now come with me to the open ground where the Kashgar Haq ceremony is held as you can remember, and I will let them show off their awesome skills. ”

For some incomprehensible reason, Durotan suddenly felt unwell, and Draka noticed his sudden discomfort and hugged his arm.

"My partner, what's wrong?" She asked softly, helping him to follow the flow of people to the venue of the Kashgar Haq Festival.

He shook his head. "I don't know," he replied in an equally soft voice, "I just ...... I just feel like something terrible is about to happen. ”

Draka muttered, "I've been feeling this way for a long time. ”

Durotan struggled to hold his head up, he was responsible for the prosperity of his clan's people, and his position with Naozu, or now Gul'dan, seemed to be precarious. Durotan was well aware that it was now easier for the two shamans to distrust him or his clan than before. For the clear and definite purpose of clan union, any deviation or detachment from the Frostwolf Clan would lead to the extinction of the Frost Wolf Clan. Durotan didn't want things to turn out the way they were, but there wasn't much he could oppose. For his part, he doesn't care, but he can't let his clan suffer.

At this time, his blood veins quickened, his heart beat faster, and his body trembled with an ominous premonition. He quickly prayed to the spirits of the patriarchs that they would continue to guide his people with their wisdom.

They came to the river valley where the Kashgar festival had been celebrated for generations. Durotan felt a slight relaxation as his feet stepped on this sacred land. He remembered the past, and he smiled as memories washed over his mind. He remembered that fateful night, when he and Orgrim decided to eavesdrop on the grown-ups' conversations in defiance of tradition—and how disappointed they were when they heard those boring conversations. Now he knew that he and Orgrim weren't the first to be so bold, even though they thought they were at the time, and certainly wouldn't be the last. He remembered the first time he saw the orc who would be his lifelong companion, the scene of him hunting in the lush grass, the scene of dancing around the fire to the sound of the drum that vibrated his blood, and the scene of singing the praises of the moon. As long as his people still have these, he's okay if he wants.

He looked at the place that used to be used for dancing, and set up a small tent. He wondered what it was for.

He and Draka stopped a few yards away from the tent, thinking it was part of the display. The sun shone as more and more orcs gathered. Durotan noticed that most of the people who came today were chiefs and shamans from various clans, so the place was not as crowded as it was during the previous festivals.

After waiting for everyone to arrive, Gul'dan strode straight to the tent. Shamans trained in mystical magic followed him, their steps carried with confidence and pride. Gul'dan stopped in front of the tent and summoned several Blackstone warriors to come up and stand by.

At this time, as the wind changed, Durontan's smell made his eyes widen.

Delaney......

The whispers around him told him that he wasn't the only one who smelled the scent. At this time, Gul'dan nodded to the warriors on standby. The fighters entered the tent for a short while.

Eight draenei, with their hands tightly tied, were brought out of the tent.

Their faces were swollen from beatings, their mouths were stuffed with rags, and their blood was stained with their blue skin and the only clothes they had left. Durotan stared at them.

"When the Blackstone Clan fought with the magic I was about to share with you, the victory became so light that they could even capture a few captives. Gul'dan said proudly. "These captives will help me demonstrate the abilities of my new magic. ”

Durotan was filled with righteous indignation, it was one thing to kill an armed enemy in battle, and quite another to slaughter helpless captives. He opened his mouth, but he felt a hand on his arm, preventing him from speaking. He glanced at the gray eyes of Orgrim Hammer with exasperation.

"You know this qiē. Duron hissed, saying what he said only his old friends could hear.

"Be quiet," Orgrim whispered, looking around to see if anyone had noticed them. No one paid attention to them, and everyone's attention was focused on Gul'dan and the Draenei captives. "Yes, I know. I was there when they were arrested. That's the way it is, Durotan. ”

"Orcs weren't like that before," Durotan responded.

"Now it is. Ogrim said. "It's sad but necessary. I don't think we're going to get used to it. Our goal is to kill the Draenei, not torture them. ”

Durotan stared at his old friend. Orgrim looked at him for a moment, then looked away. Durotan felt that his irritation must have weakened. At least Orgrim understands how cruel it can be, although he supports it. Besides, what else could Orgrim do? He was just Blackhan's deputy, and he was at Blackhan's orders. He swore allegiance to the chieftains who supported him. And Durontan, who has a responsibility to others and cannot escape, for the first time in his life, Durontan wants him to be just an ordinary member of a clan.

He looked into his partner's eyes, she stared first at Durotan and then at Orgrim. Then he saw sadness and submissiveness crawl up her face, and she bowed her head. (To be continued......)