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The friendship between these two adventurous—well, troublesome—young men was once opposed by many here. But without Orgrim, Durotan wouldn't be who he is - and he knew from the bottom of his heart that Orgrim felt the same way for him.

However, the Draenei ?......

"Can I speak?"

It's Drektar. Durotan turned around in surprise. Drektar seemed to be asking not only about his patriarch, but also about the shaman who had been their mentor to all of them. Naozu looked at Durotan. Durotan nodded.

"My patriarch," Drektar said. To Durotan's shock, the shaman's voice was shaking. "My patriarch, Neozu is telling the truth. Grandma Cashur confirmed his words. ”

The shaman of the other Frostwolf clan nodded. Durotan glared at them. If there was only one person left in the world that Durotan could trust, it would be this wise old orc. He remembered that day he had stood in that wonderful cavern, feeling the cool air currents that seemed like wind but not wind, listening and observing with every tissue and part of his body, and that Mother Cashur was beside him, speaking to someone whom he could not see, but who knew that it was in it......

"Lady Cashur says the Draenei are our enemies?" He said, barely believing his ears.

Drektar nodded.

"It's time for the clan leaders to listen to their shamans...... Just like Durotan. "Nao Zu Dao. "We continued at dusk. When the time comes. The patriarchs want to tell me what you think. These. It's someone you all know and trust. Ask them what they see. ”

The crowd gradually dispersed. The members of the Frostwolf Clan slowly walked back to the camp, cautiously exchanging glances along the way. Back in the camp, they sat in a circle, and everyone turned their attention to Drektar.

"The Draenei are not our friends. He spoke slowly, cautiously. "My patriarch...... I know that you and the Hammer of Destruction of the Blackstone Clan have stayed under their roof. I know you speak highly of them. I know they seem to have saved your life that day. But let me ask...... You really don't feel that something is wrong?"

Durotan remembered the awe-inspiring ogre, roaring and waving his stick. He recalled. How did the Draenei appear out of thin air to rescue him and Orgrim...... It appeared so and so timely...... As twilight approached, they did not return home...... So it happened...... This made him uncomfortable for a while.

He frowned. It's too harsh to think like that...... But......

"You're frowning, my patriarch. So, can I assume that your naïve trust in them has begun to waver?"

Durotan did not answer, nor did he look at his chief shaman. He just stared at the ground. He didn't want that, but still couldn't stop doubt from creeping into his heart. Like the cold fingers of the morning frost......

In his memory, he spoke to Restland again. "For two hundred years. We've changed a lot," he said.

"Yes," replied Restland, "we have watched the orcs improve in strength, skill, and aptitude all this time. We are very impressed by you. ”

He felt pain again. It's as if that compliment is a well-wrapped insult. It's as if the Draenei think they're superior...... Despite their eerie blue skin, legs identical to those of Tabu sheep, long tails and shiny blue hooves, they don't have the normal feet of orcs at all......

"Say, Patriarch, what do you remember?"

Durotan spoke in a rough voice about the Draenei's just right presence, and spoke of Restland's almost arrogant rhetoric. "And ...... And Viren, their prophet. He asked a lot of questions about us, and it was definitely not just small talk. He looked like he really wanted to know about the orcs. ”

"Of course he wants to get to know us," Drektar said, "and that's the perfect time! they've been plotting to attack us since they came into this world. Well, find two, forgive me, Durontan, two naïve and naïve little children, and name the one they need...... What a coincidence!"

The Ancestral Spirits would not lie to them, especially when things were so important. Durotan understood. Now, recalling the events of that day and night, the suspiciousness of Viren's behavior is becoming more and more obvious. But, but ...... Could it be that the intense trust that Orgrim and Durotan felt was fake?

Durotan bowed his head.

"Part of me is still skeptical, friends. "But I'm not going to put the whole race at risk because of my own thoughts." Naozu did not ask us to go to war tomorrow...... He just asks us to train, to watch, to be ready, and, to be more united. I will do it, for the sake of the Frostwolf Clan, for the sake of the future of the Orcs. ”

He looked at each worried face in turn. Some are just friends, while others, like Drektar and Dracca, are close friends, with lovers.

"The Frostwolf Clan will prepare for war. ”

The party dispersed, and the only thing left in the place where countless orcs had just been crowded was Naozu and his student Gul'dan.

"Dear teacher, you seem to be hiding something from us?" Gul'dan noticed that Neozu was unusual.

"Worthy of his student, can you see it so quickly?" said Naozu inexplicably.

"What's his?"

"That's right, I'm not your teacher, my name is Gugar. Naozu said.

"Who the hell are you, where has Neozu gone?" asked Gul'dan in surprise.

"You don't have to care about this, you just need to know that the time has come to satisfy your ambitions and **. "Neozu, who Gugal pretended to teach, used the methods taught by Kilgardan to evoke the darkness in Gul'dan's heart.

"I feel an infinite amount of power calling me, so what can I do, Mr. Naozu!" Guldan's last Naozu shouted with a special weight, which was meaningful.

"Let's go down first, and soon, you'll know. Gugar sent Gul'dan away, then turned around and walked into the darkness behind him.

Training began. It is the tradition of almost every clan that the training begins when the children are six years old, but in the past, the training was easy, albeit strict. Once upon a time, weapons were meant to hunt, not against intelligent beings with the same weapons, skills, and technological superiority. Once upon a time, many hunters could take their prey lightly, and the young orcs learned at their own pace, had plenty of time to play, and even simply enjoyed their youth.

That sight, no more.

Naozu's plea to unite the entire race was answered. Messengers come and go from clan to clan carrying news, and the wolves run exhausted. One day, a certain clever guy asked yì to train the Blood Eagle to deliver letters. It took time and effort to carry out the plan, but over time, Durotan had become accustomed to seeing the blood-red birds flying towards Drektar and the rest of the clan. He appreciated the idea, and for the smooth implementation of the war plan, they needed every manpower.

Spears, bows, arrows, and axes are effective against animals, but they need other weapons and equipment to deal with the Draenei. Armor is essential, and once blacksmiths and tanners worked to create armor against claws and fangs, they must now create armor to resist swords. In the past, there were only a handful of people who knew the art of blacksmithing, but now each master blacksmith teaches dozens of students at the same time. The sound of hammers and the sizzle of quenching resounded in the blacksmith's shop day and night. Countless people spent their days wielding miners' hoes, digging out the earth with the materials necessary to make weapons and armor. Hunting, which used to be done only when needed, is now a daily job, as they need to dry their food for stockpiling and peel off their fur to make armor.

The children who stood in a row ready to be trained were really unusually young in the eyes of Durotan, who was one of the teachers. He remembered the scene where his father taught him to use an axe and a spear. What would the father think if he saw these children with weapons that no one had ever used before, almost crushed by shiny plate armor? (The novel "Totem Burning" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also 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......)