On the way to continue deeper into the Alterac Snow Mountain, Sarian has been discussing with the barrage the layout for the future.

Saljan returned from the Shadow Realm in January of Black Gate 14, and when Thrall fled and Alterac took Dunhold, it was late February.

The Kingdom of Alterac is located in the northern hemisphere and has a relatively cold climate.

Even though it is already spring, there is still a lot of wind and snow in the majestic snow-capped mountains, and every time you encounter a snowstorm, you need to stop and find a shelter as soon as possible to rest for a while.

Not every orc can adapt to the cold climate of the snowy mountains, and after escaping from Dunhold, most of these orcs are in rags.

Although Sarayan had purchased a batch of cotton clothes in Tarunmere nearby, because a large number of refugees from Dunhold had fled here, Tarynmere could not sell much stock, a total of about 100 sets.

The orc warriors under Gu Yin'er consciously gave up their cotton clothes to their weaker companions, and the others only wore thin linen clothes.

Although the orcs did their best to support each other, when Saljan and his party finally arrived at the gate of the Frostwolf Clan's hermitage, dozens of orcs were still left behind.

Some died in their sleep under the invasion of the bitter cold, and some lost contact with the large army under the sudden snowstorm and lost themselves in the snowy mountains.

There are also some unlucky eggs who were caught off guard and were taken away by a combination of punches from the snow monsters that suddenly jumped out and sneaked attack, and dragged their feet back to their lair.

Due to the special care of Guyin and Sarean, Taresha, who was the weakest, did not encounter any danger, and she was wrapped in a thick cotton coat and was always protected in the center of the team.

Finally seeing the two frostwolf flags planted in the snow, the orcs, including Gu Yin'er, all breathed a sigh of relief.

The nearly month-long journey to survive in the snowy mountains was not easy, and the orcs, who were already weakened by the curse of demonic blood, were hungry and cold, and desperately wanted to find a place to shelter from the wind and snow and raise a warm bonfire and have a good meal.

"Stop!"

"Whoosh!"

Two crudely made feathered arrows suddenly plunged into the snow in front of Gu Yin'er, full of warning.

The "enemy", who didn't know where to hide, threatened in a suppressed tone: "No matter what clan you come from, the frostwolf does not welcome any outsiders, and we don't want to get involved in any disputes, so let's leave!" Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless. ”

"Wait!"

Gu Yin'er raised the swaddling cloth wrapped in him when he was a child above his head, and said loudly to the frostwolf warriors who had spoken out, "I am a member of the frostwolf clan, and these warriors are my followers!" ”

"Please let me meet the shaman Drektar, I have information about Frostwolf Chief Durotan to tell him!"

"Durotan?!"

The frostwolf warrior hiding in the snow was visibly surprised, and he discussed it with his companion beside him.

"I've arranged for the messenger to inform the Chief Shaman, boy, I hope you're not talking nonsense."

The Frostwolf Clan, who live in seclusion in the snowy mountains, does not yet know that Durotan and Draka are long dead.

However, the two have been missing for many years, and many frostwolf people are already prepared in their hearts, but they stubbornly hold on to the last glimmer of hope, hoping that they will return one day.

Gu Yin'er didn't want to reveal his identity on such a noisy occasion, in case he didn't get the approval of the frost wolf clan, he would be embarrassed.

The two outliers of Sarjan and Taresa are very conspicuous among the large number of orcs, Taresa is okay, as soon as the thick cotton clothes are wrapped, as long as she does not take the initiative to reveal her identity, the frost wolf clan will not notice her easily.

In the cold snow, Salian still wore the adventurer's coat that was commonly used in spring and autumn, and compared to the other orcs who shivered with cold cold, there was no sign of discomfort in his expression, and he simply stood out from the crowd.

As he waited for the Frostwolf Courier to return, Saljan could clearly feel his gaze sweeping toward him.

"Heh~"

Tracking back in the direction of his master, Salaen smiled meaningfully at the frostwolf warrior hiding in the snow cave.

"Hiss~"

The frost wolf warrior wearing animal skins felt a little chill behind him, and subconsciously gasped.

"He found me?! This guy ...... Who the hell is it? ”

The Frostwolf Clan has not been involved in the Horde's war with the Alliance, and as such, they have never seen the High Elves.

Another female frostwolf warrior observed Sarajan's pointed elven ears curiously.

"Such a handsome man, but it's a pity that he is too thin and weak, which does not meet my aesthetics."

Although the female frostwolf warrior whispered to herself, Sarjan caught her broken thoughts with her keen hearing, and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

'Thank you for your outspokenness, I'm not out of the orc hunting range. ’

Growing up in the pile of high elf beauties, Sarren's vision has long been raised high.

A beauty like Gianna, who is top-notch among humans, can still match his aesthetics, orcs...... Thanks to Bumin, Salian asked himself that the taste was not so heavy.

After about 3 minutes, Sarren's elven ears twitched slightly, and he heard a faint sound of snow stepping on the snow approaching from a distance.

"Two ...... No, three people, the third person has very light steps, not like walking on snow, but like ......"

Salian tapped his forehead suspiciously: "Treading snow without a trace?" ”

Guyir, Nazgorin, and Taresa all heard Sarjan's undisguised self-talk.

Taresa and Guyin were confused, not knowing what Sarren was talking about.

Nazgorin's eyes flashed with a strange look, and he looked in the direction that Salian had instructed.

'Is it ......'

Ever since the orc shaman was tempted by Gul'dan to turn to evil powers, the relationship between the elements of Draenor and the orcs has deteriorated.

Later, there was a disturbance of Gul'dan fighting the elemental aggregate Luxenken in the Valley of the Shadowmoon, marking a complete break between the orcs and the Draenor elemental.

Although he is only in his 20s, Nazgorin has been in the military for ten years and has witnessed the decline of shamans and the rise of warlocks.

Nazgorin hadn't seen a single shaman since Gul'dan had become the Shadow Grand Chief of the Tribe, but he remembered when he was a kid when the Blackstone Clan's shaman called out to the wind elemental to throw him into the sky.

Two frostwolf warriors dressed in gray wolf skins and with majestic physiques appeared in front of Sarjan and his party first, and another white-haired old orc with black cloth on his eyes actually floated in mid-air.

Sure enough. ’

Saljan looked thoughtfully at the blind old orc, his feet seemed to be a little inflexible, suspended in mid-air and occasionally dragged to the ground, his body held up by the soft wind elemental.

Nazgorin's expression was a little excited: "Shaman! I didn't expect to see a real shaman again! ”

The blind old shaman followed the direction of Nazgorin: "Heh~ little cub, don't be so loud, old blind man, my ears are not deaf. ”

The orcs under Gu Yin'er's command were all in varying degrees of commotion, and they hadn't seen a shaman in many years.

The chief of the orc clan is the leader of the real power who leads the people to survive, while the shaman is the spiritual leader of the clan, and has a transcendent position within the clan, second only to the clan chief.

When Durotan left the clan to find Orgrim, Drektar had not yet been recognized by the Azeroth element.

Originally, the old shaman wanted to wait for Durotan to surprise him when he returned, but he didn't expect that this would be several years.

Finally hearing about Durotan, Drektar only thought about it for a moment before deciding to come and check on the situation himself.

Complementing two generations of Frostwolf Chieftain, Drektar was blind and blind, and he found a familiar and unfamiliar breath of life beside Nazgorin, who had exclaimed before.

With a look of surprise on his face, Drektar turned to Gu Yin'er's location: "Child, you ...... Who is it? Why can I feel Durotan's breath from you? ”

Gu Yin'er took a deep breath, held his swaddling cloth in both hands, and walked to Drektar step by step through the snow.

"Honorable Shaman, Drektar, this is the swaddling cloth I wrapped around when I was a baby."

Drektar's brow twitched slightly, he seemed to realize something, and his old hands trembled a little as he rubbed against the old and yellowed swaddling cloth.

Not long after, two lines of tears flowed from under his blindfold.

"You can't go wrong, this is the swaddling cloth I knitted with my own hands and given to Durotan and Drakar to wrap their children, you ......"

Suddenly realizing that there were still many melon-eating people around him who didn't know the truth, Drektar suddenly stopped talking, barely suppressed his emotions and took a deep breath.

"Kid, bring your followers with me, we need a quiet place to talk."