Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 678: 9. Finally found you! Batman... uh, I am

   Chapter 678 9. Finally found you! Batman uh, I mean, Rexxar!

  As Captain of the Frostwolf Clan, or Front Overseer, Captain Galvan undoubtedly knew Varok Saurfang, who was much younger than the legendary orcs.

   He almost grew up listening to the legends of the Saurfang brothers.

   Now he will use force to expel the legendary orcs from the Frostwolf clan's territory, which is completely impossible.

   but had to do it!

   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 is one thing to fight or not to fight, but it is another to dare to fight.

  As the most conservative and traditional clan among the orcs, the Frostwolf Orcs value their own glory more than their lives, so Captain Galvan encouraged his courage at this time, suppressed his fear, and strode towards Saurfang.

   Facing his provocation, a helpless expression appeared on Varok's face.

   He certainly understood Galvan's situation at this time.

  If possible, he would prefer the two of them to sit down and talk, but unfortunately, it is almost impossible to talk to them until they are overwhelmed.

   But when dealing with his compatriots, he didn't want to kill him, and naturally he didn't have to use weapons, so Saurfang moved his fists and was ready to fight.

   But unexpectedly, there was a guy who was one step faster than him.

   "Overseer, here I come!"

  Thrall took a step forward with his battle axe and stood in front of Varok, causing Saurfang to be stunned for a moment, then turned back and glared at the warlock's evil eyes with a strange smile.

  Even if they have taken refuge with the pirates, these warlocks are still a bunch of **** who are afraid that the world will not be in chaos!

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

   "I want to blend in with my people, Overseer, this is what you taught me. The first point of being an orc is that you must not be afraid of fighting."

   "Well, that's true."

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

   Thrall's situation is too special.

   His experience in the first ten years of his life is doomed that he cannot make the conservative and traditional Frostwolf orcs accept him by normal means.

   Rather than grovelling, solve problems the way the Orcs do.

   "Take off your clothes."

  Saurfang glanced at Galvan and told Thrall:

   "You played gladiatorial matches in Blackmoor's castle before, you are not a young child who has never seen blood, remember the fighting method that the human taught you.

  Don’t be reckless.

   Your advantage over other compatriots is your brain. Understand? You have a weapon other than the battle axe, you have a flexible mind that they don't have.

  Use it wisely. "

"Um."

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

   He took the Torbane battle axe in his hand, took a step forward, imitated the posture of other orcs when they were fighting, clenched his fists, and thumped his chest fiercely.

   "Wait! You. Your face."

   Thrall came to fight, making the other Frostwolf orcs who were onlookers noisy together. They were impressed by the courage of this little brat and dared to fight with Captain Galvan.

   Looking at the tenderness on his face, this little brat is afraid that he is not yet an adult. It is estimated that he is not even a hard worker at the bottom of the orc military system.

   This courage is okay.

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

   He is a native warrior of the Frostwolf clan.

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

so similar!

   The big face plate resembles a wise Durotan chief, and those blue eyes resemble a brave Lady Draka.

   "Little brat!"

As Captain    warmed up, he asked in a low voice:

"Who are you!"

   Thrall's answer is very concise.

   He clutched his battle axe, recalling how General Blackmoore had taught him how to fight, as he had fought in the underground gladiatorial arena of Durnholde Castle.

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

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

   "You really are."

Captain Galvan's eyes widened, but Thrall charged him unexpectedly, the young orc benefiting from being well-fed and warmly dressed in Dunhold Castle, making him bigger than he was Older orcs are stronger.

   slammed towards him and swung down an axe in a circle. The force of the collision caused Captain Galvan, who was caught off guard, to take a few steps back before he could stand firm.

   But he was experienced in the end. Seeing that Thrall was about to hit a combo, he put down the handle of the axe and punched Thrall's chin with a quick punch.

   The high-ranking warrior didn't use the power of anger, but the punch was enough to hurt.

   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.

   Amid the exclamations of the surrounding orcs, not only did the furious little brat not retreat, but instead slammed his head into the captain's arms after receiving a punch from the captain.

   This kind of melee entanglement makes the heavy weapons of the two people unable to work well.

   The two orcs gave up their battle axes at about the same time and started punching each other, but Thrall's footsteps were noticeably more agile, an area he excelled at.

  It is different from the wide opening and closing of the warriors on the battlefield. The gladiator training he received is almost always in this close combat mode.

After receiving a few punches from Captain Galvan with his arm, Thrall also responded with a color, hitting the captain's eye socket with a punch, then leaned over to hug his waist, and in a roar, grabbed the captain's entire body from the ground. One fell back and fell to the ground.

   The young orc roared and rode on the captain's waist, punching him in the face with his fists rounded.

  The captain who had more panda eyes was also fired.

  This little brat just slapped his nose on his face because he didn't use all his strength, and wanted to teach him a lesson. The next moment, anger erupted, wrapping around the captain's arms like flames.

   Thrall's heavy punch was easily caught by Captain Galvan, and he was knocked out in the bombardment of a violent punch. He rolled around in the snow for several times, and then it was difficult to get up.

   "Ha! This is the Frostwolf Clan's 'courageous'! It's really honorable to bully the little one, oh my!"

   Warlock Evil Eye immediately jumped out.

   He was yin and yang, and shouted to Captain Galvan:

"You are three times as old as Guyer, you have killed more people than he has 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, but that's it!

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

   This shout made Captain Galvan a little embarrassed, and it also caused the surrounding Frostwolf orcs to shout loudly. Some people thought that although the evil eye was arrogant, it also made sense.

  Others think that the battle must be divided, and the power of anger can be used.

   But no matter how they discussed, the courage of Thrall, this brat, was at least initially accepted by everyone.

   "Elder Drek'Thar is here!"

   I don't know who shouted from outside the crowd, and the orcs watching on the outside all gave way to let the weak old man supported by two shamans enter here.

   Drek'Thar lost his eyes in an accident at an early age.

   He can't see with his magical eyeballs like Blake, but as a legendary shaman, he doesn't need to see the living world with his eyes either.

   When walking into the battle circle, 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.

   "Guil"

   He said Thrall's orc name, which made Thrall stunned for a moment, and then was pushed behind by Warlock Warlock and said:

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

   Go.

   Confess your identity to him.

  If he accepts you, you are really home. "

   Thrall's breathing was short.

   His face still had the scars he was beaten just now, and his stomach was hurting, but he still tried to straighten his back and strode to Drek'Thar.

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

   "I'm Thrall, and I'm also Go'el, I'm the son of Durotan and Draka, I'm the leftover child of the Frostwolf clan, elder, I'm home today. Today.

   Please accept me with your clan. "

   Thrall's self-destructed identity caused an uproar among the surrounding Frostwolf orcs.

   But the old shaman was not surprised. After all, a "prophet" had already informed him of the news in the cave before.

   But his mood was clearly high.

   That surprise emotion even overwhelmed the pain and weakness on the body, like a fire, making the old shaman's posture suddenly full.

   "Of course, we certainly won't refuse a wanderer's return, child."

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

He says:

   "The Frostwolf clan is your forever home. The elements tell me that there is a sadness in your heart that cannot be wiped away, and you must have had a bad year. 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 to Captain Galvan and other commanders and said:

   "Retrieve all the clansmen sent out, and place the King of Winter that we summoned in the middle of the valley for defense to prevent sneak attacks from humans, and then pack up, clansmen.

   We won't be here too long.

   After I have revealed a terrible conspiracy for you, we will set off again. We'll get out of here and move on to a place where we won't be disturbed.

   Since the war ended a year ago.

   Then let it end forever. "

  Saurfang also went over with him, and discussed with Drek'Thar about migration, but was caught by the evil eye of the warlock.

   The warlock whispered a few words to him, conveying the words for Black.

   Varok Saurfang frowned immediately after hearing this, turned around without a word, and rode his Warg to the depths of Alterac Valley.

  About a day later, Black took his bear and wolf for a walk in the endless snowy valley.

   The three of them seemed to be wandering aimlessly.

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

   But the general direction has been towards the middle of the mountain range, and it did not stop halfway.

  Black sent his smart and brave bird to fly ahead to find the target and guide him. He was sure that something strange would happen in this valley.

   "Last night, within two hours of Old Merry's visit to Steinblade, he encountered an orc assassin trying to assassinate Oridon. I really am a prophet with foresight."

  The smelly 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 he was fleeing, we could just stop him here. I'd like to see what surprise this Duke of Jorazzi has in store for me.

   I would also like to know which rats were included in his sinking ship. "

  “Ow~”

   Big Bear responded with a low growl that couldn't lift his spirits.

  It has no interest at all in what Black said, which is normal, no matter how smart it is, it is just a bear.

   "chirp"

   Just when Blake took off his Lingxian longbow and planned to fill up his stomach by hitting two plump snow rabbits in the ice and snow, the released bird flapped its wings and fell from the sky with a loud cry.

   She landed on Blake's arm, bouncing and chattering, as if she had seen something extraordinary, she looked very excited, and the feathers on her neck burst.

   seems to be frightened.

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

  Blake gently reached out and stroked the bird's feathers, and kept comforting her, and then he activated the covenant of the beasts to see what the bird saw just now.

   As soon as I saw it, the stinky pirate was in high spirits.

   "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! All three of you cheer me up and don't embarrass me in front of Your Excellency Rexxar.

   He is a hunter, and so am I.

   He has three pets and I have three pets.

   He has a bear, I have a bear, he once had a wolf, I have a wolf now, he has a very high eagle that can fly, and I have a wiser bird.

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

  Tsk tsk, how can I be considered a 'youth version' of the wilderness ranger.

   Oh, yes, and this one!

   Something I almost forgot. "

  Blake searched for a while from the bag, and finally took out a wolf tooth pendant that he had obtained a long time ago at the corner of the bag and put it in front of him.

   He flicked the thing proudly and said:

   "It's all about turning on favorability."

   "Let's go, although this ghost place is not Gotham, we can also see Batman!"

   (end of this chapter)

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