"What?!"

Naozu's angry screams caused his apprentice Gul'dan to winch. Durotan didn't even blink.

"I have released the prophet Viren. The Frostwolf Clan Patriarch said calmly.

"My order is to arrest him and the rest of the Draenei!" Naozu's voice grew higher and higher. It's too obvious, it's too easy, what the hell is Durotan thinking? Throw this great opportunity away like a leftover bone! How much information could they have gotten from Viren? How much leverage would they get against the Draenei by holding Viren hostage?

But the thought of how Kilgardan would react overwhelmed the others with endless fear. What would the Great Lord do if he found out that Viren had escaped?When Neozu told him about the plan, the Beauty Supreme looked very satisfied. Proud of his intelligence, Naozu thought victory was within reach, and even offered Kil-Gardan to offer Viren as a gift--what would happen now?, he realized-no-wrong-small-say-3—that he felt more fear of the news of defeat...... And not angry.

"You gave me the task of capturing him, and I did. "But there is no glory in capturing a prisoner who has voluntarily disarmed and walked before you." You said that let's grow as a whole, not in isolation; But this qiē must be built on a glorious one, an inviolable code of conduct, that is to say—"

Durontan's hoarse, deep voice continued, but Naozu was no longer listening. There was a moment, a moment when time seemed to stand still. A lightning consciousness swept through Neozu's mind: perhaps Kil'Gardan wasn't the kind soul he claimed to be. Durotan was preoccupied with explaining what he had done. The shaman's distraction was not noticed in the slightest. But Naozu felt Guldan's gaze. Another wave of fear welled up in his heart: Gul'dan saw the slightest suspicion of his master.

What is right, and how can I best serve my people?

Why didn't Lukan come to me again?

He realized that Durotan had stopped speaking. He blinked. Pull your mind back to reality. The tall and muscular patriarch of the Frostwolf Clan was watching him intently, waiting for his answer.

What should we do about this...... Durotan is well-known among numerous clans. If Nao Zu punishes Durotan, there will definitely be a lot of people who are unhappy for the Frost Wolf Clan, and the entire orc union that Nao Zu has worked so hard to weave, this tightly connected tribe, may have a rift...... But if he let Durotan go like this, it would be tantamount to slapping himself in the face. That would be an insult to his supporters.

He hesitated, his eyes never taking his eyes off Durotan's body. Durotan frowned.

"Master, he was so angry that he couldn't speak. "Gul'dan played the round with ease. Both Durotan and Naozu turned their heads to look at the young shaman. Gul'dan continued: "You. Durotan, son of Garrard. You have violated the direct orders of your spiritual leader. Go back to your tent. The master will then send a letter informing you of the punishment. ”

Durotan glared back at Naozu, making no secret of his dislike for Gul'dan. Nao Zu steadied himself and stood up, and this time, he finally found what he wanted to say.

"Go down, Durotan. You've disappointed me. What's even stricter is that you let down the one who gave us such a favor. Go back to the tent and I'll get back to you soon. ”

Durotan bowed, but did not immediately retreat. "At least. I've brought you one thing. He said, handing over a small package. Naozu took it. His hands trembled uncontrollably. He hoped that both Durotan and Gul'dan would see his trembling as anger rather than fear.

"This is what we have found from the prisoners," Durotan continued, "and our shaman believes that it contains power that will help us fight the Draenei. ”...

He paused, as if waiting for a reply from Naozu. The silence escalated to embarrassment, and he bowed again and left. For a long time, neither master nor apprentice spoke.

Finally Gul'dan spoke. "Master, please forgive me for interjecting just now. I see that you are too angry to speak, and I am afraid that the frostwolf boy will take your anger as hesitation, and speak on your behalf. ”

Naozu looked at him thoughtfully. His words were very sincere, and his expression was very sincere. But—

In the past, Naozu would have told his apprentice about his doubts, after all, he had trained him and trusted him for many years. But now at this moment, despite growing doubts, Neozu knew one thing: he would not let Gul'dan see any of his weaknesses.

"I was really occupied by anger. "If the word glory brings harm to the people, it is not glory." ”

He realized that he was clutching the small package that Durotan had given him. Gul'dan stared at it, his expression almost.

"What did Durotan offer to appease your anger?" Gul'dan asked.

Naozu looked at Gul'dan and deliberately made a high-minded appearance. "Naturally, I'll examine it and share it with Lord Kilgardan. He said coldly. He wanted to see Gul'dan's reaction...... But I'm afraid to see it.

In a moment that was barely captured, anger crossed Guldan's face. But only for a moment. The young orc bowed deeply and said apologetically, "Of course, master. It would be a transgression for me to expect to be involved in such an important matter, and I was just curious, Master, to know if the Frostwolf Patriarch had contributed any value. ”

Nao Zu was relieved. In any case, Gul'dan has served him faithfully for many years and will one day inherit his mantle. I should have been overthinking just now.

"Of course, if I know anything useful, I'll let you know. Nao Zu said, his tone was much softer. "You're my apprentice, anyway, aren't you?"

Guldan's face lit up. "I will serve you at all times, master. He bowed and retreated, looking much more pleased.

Naozu was the only one left in the room. He sat heavily on the fur that made the bed. He placed the packet on his lap and prayed softly to the Ancestral Spirits that if Durotan failed to bring back the leader of the Draenei, at least let him get something useful.

He took a deep breath, opened the small package, and gasped in shock. Lying on the soft fur are two dazzling gemstones. He carefully touched the red piece and couldn't help but take another breath.

Energy, excitement, and an indescribable force flowed through his body. His hands wanted to grip the weapons, and even though he hadn't needed them for years, he longed for the feeling of wielding them. Somehow, he knew that as long as this crystal was on him, his attack would be a hit—what a beautiful gift to the orcs!

He finally put down the red crystal. He took a deep breath to calm his mind and clear his thoughts.

Next is the yellow one.

Naozu held it in his hand. This time, he vaguely knew what awaited him. Once again, he felt the warmth and strength of the crystal. But this time, there was no excitement, no strong desire to fight. When the yellow crystal was in his hand, he felt as if his soul had been cleansed, as clear as a mirror; What I saw in my previous life, compared with the present, is like a thick fog, and I have never touched the essence. He couldn't describe the feeling, as if everything had become pure, clear, and transparent. The feeling was so intense that Naozu realized that such a complete opening of the heart had turned into pain.

He let go of his hand, and the crystal fell back into his lap. The dagger-sharp clarity faded.

Naozu smiled. Even if he couldn't bring Viren to Kil'Gardan, he would at least be able to use these treasures to please the Great Lord. (To be continued......)

Chapter 190: Crystals.

Chapter 190 Crystals,