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Sharlayan originally planned to leave Valeera and Stellagosa in the Secret Academy of Creation to sit in command, and he took Onyxia to rush to the promotion fortress to fight the fire.

But this will inevitably reduce the team's combat effectiveness and comprehensive ability to deal with problems.

Although Stellagosa and Valeera are not as strong as Onyxia, they each have useful specialties.

As a blue dragon, Stellagosa has a very rich reserve of knowledge. When encountering problems related to spells, Sharlayan often needs to ask Stellagosa for advice.

In the same way, Valeera is the perfect candidate when she needs to sneak into operations and obtain information, and Sharlayan's poor stealth skills are far from enough.

Although there was some concern about whether Durotan and Wilfred could keep the secret of the Secret Academy of Creation, but in the case of insufficient manpower, this could only be arranged temporarily.

Before leaving Maldraxxus, Sharlayan deliberately found Durotan for a private exchange.

"Guil?!"

After hearing his son's name from Sharlayan, Durotan, who had always remained calm on the battlefield, broke his skills in an instant. He was very excited and grabbed Sarlayan's shoulders and asked repeatedly.

"Go'el is still alive? How is he doing now? Where's the Frostwolf clan?"

After breaking through the final bottleneck before level 60, Sharlayan's strength was no worse than Durotan's. With a wave of his arms, he got rid of the emotional Durotan's shackles.

"Don't be so excited, calm down first."

Sharlayan patted Durotan's shoulder in turn and comforted him, "Since I choose to tell you, there will be a beginning and an end, you should sit down and calm down first."

"Huh~"

Durotan, whose face was a little flushed, took a deep breath to adjust his mood.

After confirming that the former Frostwolf chief was emotionally stable, Sharlayan said in an unhurried tone: "Your son is indeed still alive, but his recent condition is not very good."

"After Ni and Draka were assassinated by Gul'dan's spies, a human lord who happened to be on patrol drove those assassins away and rescued the young Go'el."

"This man's name is Edras Blackmoore, the former captain of the Kingdom of Alterac, and now the Lord of Dunholde."

Sharlayan told Durotan the whole story of Blackmoore's adoption of Thrall.

Knowing that his son was raised as a slave and given the humiliating name of "Thrall" which represents a slave, Durotan's expression turned a little ugly.

However, under the circumstances at that time, if Go'el survived, even if the ancestors blessed him, Durotan couldn't ask for more.

Sharlayan didn't care about Durotan's entangled mood, and continued to tell him: "When Blackmoore fell in Alterac, he followed the wind and turned to Lordaeron."

"With the restoration of Alterac, the Hillsbrad Hills have returned to the name of the subjugated Alterac, and Blackmoore, who was canonized as the lord of Durnholde by Lordaeron, will be embarrassed."

Durotan was once the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, and he was taught by the Draenei when he was a teenager. His overall view is far better than those orcs who only know about lok'tar charging.

"Hmm..." After learning about Blackmoore's current situation, Durotan stroked his chin thoughtfully: "That is to say, Durnholde Castle may face the attack of Alterac Kingdom at any time, as a gladiator Goyle may also be involved in the war?"

Sharlayan nodded in agreement: "Once a war breaks out between Dunholde and Alterac, Thrall, who is a gladiator, will most likely be pushed onto the battlefield first."

"Drotan, you also know how much damage the Horde has done to Azeroth."

"Not every Azerothian can be as sensible as I am, and treat the Frostwolf clan that has never participated in an aggressive war from the crazy Horde."

Sarlayan said earnestly: "Once Thrall has participated in the war with the human kingdom, it will be difficult for him to say confidently that he has no intention of becoming an enemy of Azeroth."

"Also, as far as I know, the chieftain of the tribe, Orgrim Doomhammer, wandered around Hillsbrad after he escaped from prison. It is said that he wanted to find the Frostwolf clan with relatively complete combat power, so that the tribe could Re-establish a firm foothold in Azeroth."

Durotan's face suddenly tightened, and his eyes became a little tangled.

"Orgrim... is he still alive?"

"Yes, and he's also connected to Grom Hellscream of the Warsong clan, and he's attacking the orc shelters to rescue his compatriots, trying to restore the Horde's former 'glory'."

Durotan sighed helplessly: "Glory? Since the tribe was controlled by Gul'dan, how can we have any glory?"

"At the beginning, I advised Orgrim not to contact the natives of Azeroth in an overly violent way. It is best to subtly integrate into Azeroth like the Frostwolf clan. Unfortunately...he didn't take my advice into consideration. Listen in."

"So." Sharlayan looked at Durotan calmly and asked, "Son of Galata, chief of the Frostwolf clan, how do you think I should treat Thrall who is likely to accept Orgrim's values?"

"Prevent the hope of this tribe's resurgence before it happens? Or do you believe that he is different from the hardliner Orgrim and will lead the new tribe to Azeroth?"

Durotan hesitated for a while with a complicated expression: "It stands to reason that I am already a dead person and I am not qualified to make irresponsible remarks on Goel's actions, but..."

"Huh~"

Durotan let out a foul breath: "I can't just watch Go'el being led to a violent struggle by Orgrim."

"If you want to integrate into this brand-new world, it will not work to show toughness blindly. Orgrim has proved this with his own experience."

Durotan closed his eyes, and tightly held the battle ax engraved with the Frostwolf clan emblem in his hand. Sharlayan watched with his own eyes as he poured part of his soul power into the battle axe.

About 5 minutes later, the slightly weak Durotan opened his eyes, and handed the battle ax to Sharlayan.

"Sharlayan, please help me deliver this ax to Goel, everything I want to say is on this."

"The Frostwolf clan is a peace-loving clan. We are not the Blackrock clan who are good at forging, nor are we the Shattered Hand and Warsong clans who are obsessed with war."

"The Frostwolf Clan has survived to this day because of its courage to fight against nature and the shaman philosophy of living in harmony with all things. It is by no means blindly advocating violence."

"If Drek'Thar is still around, he'll help Go'el read my will to stay on the axe."

Durotan sighed lightly: "This is the only help I can give that child. I hope this battle ax can guide him on the right path and become a qualified Frostwolf chieftain."

"Heh~" Sharlayan shook his head and laughed, "You are really good at calling people. If you want me to rescue Thrall from Durnholde and send him to the Frostwolf garrison, just tell me, I thought you were an upright person. It turns out that I can also play with these fancy intestines."

"Haha!" Durotan scratched his head in embarrassment: "If you can lead Go'el and the orcs to the right path and give Azeroth a powerful guardian force, it will not be a loss for you, right?"

Sharlayan smiled wryly and shook his head: "It's easy to say, the cause and effect of the old tribe's perverted behavior is not so easy to eliminate."

"A good friend of mine, the eldest son of King Daelin Proudmoore of Kul Tiras died at the hands of the old tribe, and he still maintains an attitude towards orcs who would rather kill than let go."

"If you let him know that I secretly guide the orc cubs to grow up... I am afraid that sooner or later, there will be a scene of friendship."

Durotan shrugged with a smile: "Then it's none of my business, I believe, with your ability, you will be able to properly handle the differences between different factions in Azeroth."

"You really think highly of me..." Sharlayan said helplessly, "Okay, I'll give it a try, I hope Thrall hasn't been completely distracted by Orgrim."

"Oh, right."

Before getting up to bid farewell to Durotan, Sharlayan suddenly remembered something, and suddenly tapped his palm.

"With the strong anima possessed by your wife, Draka, as long as the civil strife in the promotion fortress ends, Grian should soon lead her to the Shadow Realm."

"You'd better take it easy when you continue to fight in Maldraxxus, and don't wait for her to come, and you will be out of your wits."

Durotan's expression moved, and the original firm eyes became softer.

"Draka... I will accept your good words, I also hope to meet her again in the afterlife."

Sharlayan smiled mysteriously: "There will be such a day... Well, it's time for me to go on. Wish us good luck to each other."

Durotan solemnly hammered his chest with his right hand: "May the ancestors guard your way forward, take care, friend."