Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 678 9. I finally found you! Batman Uh, I mean, Rexxar!

As a captain of the Frostwolf Clan, or Warlord of the Front, Captain Garvan undoubtedly knew Va Locke Saurfang, who was much younger than the Legendary Orc.

He had practically grown up listening to the legends of the Saurfang Brothers.

Right now he wants to use force to expel the legendary orcs from the territory of the Frostwolf clan, which is completely impossible.

But I have to do it again!

Now that Elder Drek'Thar was assassinated by despicable humans, Galvan, as the most capable warrior in the clan, must support the morale of the Frostwolf clan.

This is the tradition of the orcs.

It's one thing to be able to fight well, but it's another thing to dare to fight.

As the most conservative and traditional clan among the orcs, the Frostwolf orcs regard their own glory as more important than their lives, so Captain Garvan mustered up the courage in his heart, suppressed his fear, and strode towards Saurfang.

Faced with his provocation, a look of resignation crossed Locke's face.

Of course he understood Galvan's situation at this time.

If possible, he hoped that the two of them could sit down and talk, but unfortunately, it was almost impossible to talk before they were defeated.

But to deal with his compatriots, it is not necessary to use deadly hands, so naturally there is no need to use weapons, so Saurfang moved his fists, ready to step forward to fight.

But unexpectedly, there was a guy who was one step ahead of him.

"Overseer, I'm coming!"

Thrall took a step forward with his battle ax and stood in front of Va Locke, making Saurfang stunned for a moment, then turned his head and glared fiercely at the Warlock's evil eyes who were smiling strangely.

Even if they took refuge with the pirates, these warlocks are still a bunch of bastards who are afraid of chaos!

The Overseer was about to speak when he heard Thrall whisper again:

"I want to blend in with my people, Warlord, this is what you taught me. The first point of becoming an orc is never to be afraid of fighting."

"Well, it's true."

Saurfang nodded, then thought again, this is indeed an opportunity.

Sal's situation is too special.

His experience of more than ten years before his life was doomed that he would not be able to get the conservative and traditional Frostwolf orcs to accept him with normal methods.

Rather than groveling, solve problems the orc way.

"Take off your clothes."

Saurfang glanced at Galvan, and told Thrall:

"You fought a gladiatorial match in Braike Moore's castle before, you are not a chick who has never seen blood, remember the fighting method taught by that human.

Don't be reckless.

Your advantage over other compatriots is brains. Get it? You have one weapon in addition to the tomahawk, and you have a quick mind that they don't.

Use it wisely. "

"Ok."

Thrall took a deep breath, took off the thick and heavy cloak on his body, and threw the coat aside, wearing a close-fitting linen gown.

Holding the Thorbane battle ax in his hand, he took a step forward, imitating the fighting posture of other orcs, clenched his fists, and beat his chest hard.

"Wait! You. Your face."

Thrall came running to fight, causing other onlookers of the Frostwolf orcs to make a noise. They were impressed by the bravery of this brat, who dared to fight Captain Garvan.

Judging by the immaturity on his face, this kid is probably not yet an adult, probably not even a hard worker at the bottom of the orc military system.

This kind of courage can do it.

But when Captain Galfan, who was full of fighting spirit, saw the face that Thrall revealed after taking off his fur hat, he suddenly fell into a strange sluggishness.

He was a native warrior of the Frostwolf clan.

He was very familiar with the previous generation of chieftain Durotan and his wife Dellaka, and Thrall's face reminded him of those two leaders who had passed away.

so similar!

The big face is like the wise chief Durotan, and those blue eyes are like the brave lady Dellaka.

"Little brat!"

While warming up, Captain Galvan asked in a low voice:

"Who are you!"

Sal's answer was very succinct.

He clutched his tomahawk, remembering how General Bo Laike Moore had taught him to fight, as he had fought in the underground arena at Dunholde Castle.

He lowered his body, observed the tall orc in front of him, and said:

"I'm just a kid who wants to go home."

"You really are."

Captain Garvan's eyes widened, but Thrall charged him unexpectedly. This young orc benefited from eating and warming up in Durnholde Castle, making him smaller than this Older orcs are stronger.

He rushed over suddenly, and swung the ax in a circle. The force of the collision made Captain Garvan, who was caught off guard, take a few steps back before he could stand still.

But he was very experienced. Seeing that Thrall was going to strike repeatedly, he lowered the handle of the ax and hit Thrall on the chin with an incomparably swift punch.

The high-level fighter didn't use the power of anger, but this punch was painful enough.

Thrall felt that his teeth were shaking, but he was not defeated by the pain. He had combat experience and knew what was most important at this time.

Amidst the exclamations of the surrounding orcs, not only did the berserk cub not retreat, but he lowered his head and slammed into the captain's arms after receiving the captain's punch.

This kind of melee entanglement prevented the heavy weapons of both of them from being effective.

The two orcs dropped their axes at almost the same time and began to fight each other with both fists, but Thrall's footwork was noticeably more nimble, which was his area of ​​expertise.

Unlike the fighters who opened and closed on the battlefield, almost all the gladiator training he received was in this close combat mode.

After taking a few punches from Captain Galvan with his arm, Thrall returned the punch and hit the captain's eye socket, then leaned over and hugged his waist, and with a roar, grabbed the captain from the ground One fell on his back and fell to the ground.

Roaring, the young orc rode on the captain's waist, and punched him in the face with rounded fists.

The captain with extra panda eyes was also beaten up.

This little brat pushed his nose and face like this without using all his strength, and wanted to teach him a lesson. The next moment, anger erupted, wrapping around the captain's arms like flames.

The heavy punch Thrall slammed was easily caught by Captain Garfan, and he was sent flying under the violent punch. He rolled several times in the snow in embarrassment before getting up with difficulty.

"Ha! This is the 'bravery' of the Frostwolf Clan! It's such an honor to bully a little boy, oh my!"

The warlock's evil eye jumped out immediately.

He was very angry, and shouted to Captain Galfan:

"You are three times Goel's age, you have killed more people than he has ever seen, and you have to use the power of anger to deal with such a brat. Although I am a humble warlock, I am blind in one eye, but today It was an eye-opener.

The Frostwolf Clan, that's all!

Everyone can see clearly that our Goyle is the winner! "

The yell made Captain Galvan a little embarrassed, and it also made the surrounding Frostwolf orcs yell loudly. Some people thought that although Xieyan's words were preposterous, they made sense.

Others believe that the battle is a battle, and that the power of anger is at work.

But no matter how they discussed, Thrall's courage was at least initially accepted by everyone.

"Elder Drek'Thar is here!"

Someone shouted from outside the crowd, and the orcs who were watching from the outside gave way one after another, allowing the weak elder supported by two shamans to enter.

Drek'Thar lost his eyes in an accident in his early years.

He can't see with magic eyes like Bu Laike, but as a legendary shaman, he doesn't need eyes to see the living world either.

Walking into the battle ring, the weak shaman quickly sensed Thrall's presence, and the elemental wind whispered in his ear, outlining Thrall's face and his blue eyes for him.

This made Drek'Thar excited almost immediately.

"Guyle"

He said Thrall's orc name, which stunned Thrall for a moment, before being pushed behind him by Warlord Va Locke, saying:

"This is Elder Drek'Thar, your father's friend and mentor, and the person your parents trust the most. You can entrust your life to him, and he will never let you down.

go.

Tell him who you are.

If he accepts you, you really have come home. "

Sal's breath became short of breath.

The scars from the beating just now remained on his face, and his stomach ached, but he still tried his best to straighten his back, and strode towards Drek'Thar.

He said to the old orc who was "looking" at him:

"I am Thrall, and I am also Go'el. I am the son of Durotan and Dellaka. I am the leftover child of the Frostwolf clan. Elder, I have returned home today...today.

Please accept me with you and the clan. "

Thrall's self-disclosure of his identity caused an uproar among the surrounding Frostwolf orcs.

But the old shaman didn't have any surprises. After all, a "prophet" had already informed him of the news in the cave before.

But his spirits were clearly running high.

The emotion of surprise even overwhelmed the pain and weakness in the body, like a fire, making the old shaman's posture full all of a sudden.

"Of course, we certainly wouldn't refuse a wanderer's return home, son."

The old orc held Thrall's hand, and Thrall could feel the excitement of the elder in front of him, his fingers were trembling.

He said:

"The Frostwolf Clan is your eternal home. Elemental told me that there is a sadness in your heart that cannot be wiped away. You must have had a terrible time these years. Come on, child, come on.

Talk to me, I want to hear your story. "

Before taking Thrall back to the cave, the old shaman turned his head and said to Captain Garvan and other commanders:

"Withdraw all the clansmen who have been sent out, and place the King of Winter we summoned in the middle of the valley for defense to prevent human sneak attacks, and then pack up, clansmen.

We won't be here for long.

After I reveal to you a terrible conspiracy, we will set out again. We will leave here and go to a place where we will not be disturbed and continue to live.

Since the war ended a year ago.

Then let it end forever. "

Saurfang also went there to discuss the migration issue with Drek'Thar, but was held back by the wicked warlock.

The warlock whispered something to him, relaying words for Laike.

Va Locke Saurfang frowned immediately after hearing this, turned around and rode his own warg without saying a word, and rushed to the depths of Alterac Valley.

——

Almost a day later, Bu Laike took his bears and wolves for a walk in the endless valley snow field.

The three of them seemed to be wandering aimlessly.

From time to time, he would go to explore the surrounding woods or valleys.

But the general direction has always been to move towards the middle of the mountain range, and it didn't stop halfway.

Bu Laike sent his smart and brave bird to fly in front of him to find the target and guide him. He was sure that he would encounter some strange things in this valley.

"Last night, just two hours after old Meri passed Steinbrad, he encountered an orc assassin trying to assassinate Auriden. I really am a prophet with foresight."

The stinky pirate rode behind the ghost wolf, and proudly said to the big bear who was following him:

"The assassin was chased away by old Merry.

But judging from the direction of his escape, we can just stop him here. I'd like to see what surprise this Duke of Cholazy can give me.

I also want to know what kind of rats he has included in that wrecked ship that is about to sink. "

"Aww~"

Big Bear's response to this was a low growl that couldn't lift his spirits.

It has no interest in what Bo Laike said, which is normal, no matter how smart it is, it is just a bear.

"chirp"

Just when Bu Laike took down his longbow and planned to beat two fat snow rabbits to fill his stomach in the ice and snow, the little bird that was released flapped its wings and fell from the sky with a loud cry.

She landed on Bo Laike's arm, bouncing and chirping, as if she saw something incredible, she was very excited, and the feathers on her neck burst out.

As if frightened.

"Don't panic, don't panic, I'm here, poor baby."

Bu Laike gently stroked the bird's feathers, and comforted her continuously, and then activated the beast covenant to see what the bird saw just now.

As a result, as soon as I saw it, the stinky pirate became energetic.

"Ah, I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, but I didn't expect to meet him in this ghost place! This is fate! You three cheer me up, don't embarrass me in front of Your Excellency Rexxar

He's a hunter, and I'm a hunter too.

He has three pets and so do I.

He had a bear, and I had a bear, and he had a wolf, and I have a wolf now, and he had an eagle that flew high, and I had a bird that was smarter.

I have what he has, and I have what he doesn't have.

Tsk tsk, how can I be regarded as a 'youth version' wilderness ranger.

Oh yes, and this!

Almost forgot something. "

Laike fumbled through the luggage for a while, and finally took out a wolf tooth pendant that he had obtained a long time ago at the bottom of the box in the corner of the luggage, and looked at it in front of his eyes.

He flicked the thing proudly and said:

"It depends on opening the favorability."

"Walk, walk, although this ghost place is not Gotham, we can also see Batman!"

(end of this chapter)