Durotan closed his eyes and stroked the moss on the ground. Shamans say that everything in the world has its life, its power, and its soul. They are very closely related to the spirits of the elements—earth, water, wind, fire, and wild spirits; They say they can feel the life force of the earth, and even the seemingly lifeless boulder has its soul. All Durotan could feel was the cool, wet feeling of moss and earth.

The earth trembled suddenly. He snapped his eyes open.

He sat up, his hand instinctively reaching for the mace he was carrying. Orgrim's preferred weapon is a heavy, wooden-handled metal warhammer, a traditional weapon of the Blackstone clan and a simplified version of the legendary warhammer he will inherit. The two boys exchanged glances. What is it that makes the earth tremble so much? Is it a split-hoof cow, with fur that makes a good blanket and meat that feeds an entire clan? Or is it something more dangerous?

Seriously, what the hell is in the Teroka Forest? They've only been here 3 times before......

They jumped up at the same time, small black eyes glancing into the dark corners of the trees. The woods now seem so treacherous. They look for the source of the noise...... Whatever that thing is......

Boom. The earth shook again. Durotan's heart was beating faster and faster. If it's a small split-hoofed ox, maybe they'll be able to defeat it together and share the spoils with the two clans. He glanced at Orgrim and noticed that his eyes were shining with excitement.

Boom.

Boom.

Crash.

The two young men gasped at the same time and retreated one after another. The sound is closer. Just a few yards away, a tree was shattered before their eyes. The source of the sound. The thing that easily disposed of an old tree. Suddenly appeared in front of them.

It's huge. Holding a stick the size of their man. It's definitely not a split-hoof.

And, it saw them.

It opened its mouth and muttered a few words that it barely understood, but Durotan didn't want to waste time figuring out what it was saying.

Coincidentally, the two boys turned and fled.

Now Durotan doesn't know how much he wishes they hadn't challenged the race before; His leg was not yet fully recovered. Despite this, they still move under his command, and the ** who survives gives him strength.

How had they come so far to the ogre's territory? Where was Goron? Durotan imagined that the ogre's master was unceremoniously clearing a path through the forest like the ogre. It's taller than an ogre. Standing in front of the ogre, the ogre immediately looked like a ...... Like an orc in front of an ogre. It was also much more terrifying than the ogre, its flesh was more like it was made of earth, and its one-eyed was bloodshot, staring at Durotan and Orgrim as it pointed at the ogre's actions.

He and Orgrim were not old enough to be accepted as adults and join the warriors of their clan in hunting ogres, and in the most unusual circumstances, even Goron. They had taken part in hunts that the tribe considered relatively safe, targeting simple prey such as the tabu sheep; But Durotan had always looked forward to the day when he would be allowed to face those terrible creatures and win glory for him and his clan.

But now. He's not so sure. The earth trembled, and the ogre's cries grew clearer.

'Flattened the little orc! I'll smash it!' The ensuing roar nearly burst his eardrum.

That thing was about to catch up with them. His brain panicked and ordered his body to run faster. Damn, run faster!, but he still couldn't get any distance from the monster, it was so close that the huge shadow almost obscured out the little sunlight from between the branches. ...

The trees thinned out, the light brightened, and they were close to the edge of the forest. Durotan ran and ran, and rushed into the open grass, his feet on the soft grass again. Ogrim wasn't far ahead of him. Despair overwhelmed Durotan, and a fury ensued.

They haven't come of age yet! They haven't taken part in the first real hunt, they haven't danced with a woman by the fire, they haven't soaked their faces in the blood of the first prey they killed alone. There's so much they haven't done yet. It's one thing to die honorably on the battlefield, and now that they're so far apart from this abominable creature, it's a joke and no glory at all!

Durotan wanted to scold the ogre before he slapped him into meat sauce. He knew it would waste his precious few seconds, but he couldn't resist the urge anymore, and he turned his head-

His mouth opened in disbelief.

Their deliverers did not make a single sound. They moved silently, like a blue and silver tide, suddenly emerging from the air. Durotan heard the familiar sound of arrows breaking through the air, and after a heartbeat, the ogre's cry turned from anger to pain. Dozens of arrows pierced its huge, pale body, and it stopped its pace and screamed loudly to wipe the annoying arrows off its body.

A clear voice rang out. Although Durotan didn't understand that language, he could also hear the power of those words, and he immediately got goosebumps. Suddenly, the sky was filled with lightning, but it wasn't like any shaman Durotan had ever seen. Blue, white, and silver energies swirled around the ogre, crackling and cloaking around it like a net. The monster let out another roar and fell to the ground. The earth trembled again.

The Draenei stepped off their mounts and walked towards the fallen ogre. They were dressed in some sort of metal armor that reflected the color of magical energy, and Durotan was dazzled by it. He saw the flash of the blade, heard more incantations, and had to close his eyes so as not to be delirious by the sight before him.

Finally, all of them fell silent. Durotan opened his eyes and found that the ogre was dead. Its eyes were still wide open, its tongue sticking out of its open mouth, and its entire body was covered in bright red blood and burnt marks.

It was so quiet that Durotan could even hear himself and Orgrim's stumbling breathing. The two of you, you look at me, I look at you, both stunned by the scene that just happened.

Of course, both of them had seen the Draenei before, but only from a distance. From time to time, the Draenei visited the clans, bringing with them elaborate tools and weapons, stone carvings for decoration, in exchange for heavy animal skins, brightly colored tapestry, and some natural raw materials that the orcs collected from the earth and stone. Every time the Draenei visited, they always aroused a wave of curiosity among the clans, but unfortunately each transaction only lasted a few hours. The blue-skinned, soft-spoken, and strangely striking Draenei don't actively get close to orcs, and the leaders of the clans never invite them to stay. The relationship between the two races is friendly and distant, and everyone seems to want it to be.

At this moment, the leader of this unexpected team strode towards Durotan. From this position, Durotan saw details he had never noticed when he observed the Draenei from afar. (To be continued......)

Chapter 168: Teroka Forest.

Chapter 168 Teroka Forest,