Chapter 361: Grommash's Thoughts

Vashj had discussed the name issue with him at first, and she wanted to change his name to bear her own mark. But it didn't come to fruition in the end, and even the name Go'el became a name that could only be mentioned by those close to him, and it was rarely mentioned.

After swallowing the discounted meat in his mouth, Thrall narrowed his eyes and said, "I will never change this name. I will keep this name forever to remind me all the time."

Grommash immediately asked, "If you meet Blackmore who gave you this name again, will you kill him?"

Thrall stopped all his movements and thought quietly. When he was young, Blackmore taught him to beat and ridicule him ruthlessly in battle, and the insulting words were everywhere. Theresa suffered all kinds of unfair treatment when she was a child. Every time she mentioned her old master, there was a sad look on her beautiful face. For Thrall, these were scars that were difficult to heal.

"I will," Thrall stared into Grommash's eyes and said in a low voice very firmly: "If there is a creature in this world that must die, it must be the lord of Dunholde, Blackmoore."

Grommash smiled happily, and he finally put his mind at ease: "Okay! Okay! Okay! Since you are determined to kill someone, I will no longer doubt whether my decision is correct."

"First of all, I want to apologize to you. We looked through your backpack and found this thing. Do you know what it is?"

It was a piece of cloth, a very important piece of cloth to Thrall. Thrall took it and spread it carefully in his hands: "This was found by Blackmoore on me when I was a baby. This is the emblem of a clan, the symbol of the Frostwolf Clan."

"So you knew. Then do you know where Blackmoore found you?"

Thrall said without hesitation: "Blackmoore always told me that it was not far from Dunholde."

Hellroar frowned and said: "Why are you so far away from your clan?"

Thrall's eyes suddenly lit up. Could it be that Grommash knew the location of the Frostwolf Clan? He quickly asked: "Do you know their location? I have always wanted to return to my original clan!"

Unfortunately, Grommash's The answer was destined to disappoint him: "I only know that they are in the mountains of Alterac, and I don't know exactly where they are. Alterac is so big, no one would know where they are. We had a good relationship with the Frostwolf Clan, but later they were exiled by Gul'dan. I didn't know what was going on in Draenor at the time. The people of Durotan were quite loyal to the orcs. I couldn't understand why. I still don't understand it now. But this does not hinder our communication. Isn't it?"

"You are right, but I still hope to find the Frostwolf Clan as soon as possible."

Grommash nodded: "We will help you find the Frostwolf Clan, don't worry, how about you stay here for a few days?" "

Okay."

In the next few days, Thrall felt the happiness he had once felt. In these days, Thrall enjoyed a feast with the Warsong Clan, sang their brave war songs and war songs, and often went to Grommash to learn what he knew. Thrall found that the orcs were not the mindless killing machines described in the books, but a noble race. They are masters on the battlefield. Although they will revel in blood mist and bone piles, their culture is rich and detailed. Hell's Roar said that each clan was once independent. Each had its own symbols, customs, and even language. Among them were strong-willed leaders called Shamans, who used natural magic instead of evil, demonic supernatural magic.

Fortunately, Thrall already knew that there was such a professional title as Shaman, otherwise it would have been a joke. But Thrall did not know the difference between Shaman and magic.

"Grommash, do you know the difference between a warlock and a shaman?"

"These two powers sometimes have the same effect. For example, a shaman can summon lightning to kill his enemies, while a spellcaster can use hellfire to burn his opponents. No matter how strong their wills are, their souls cannot escape before these hours of punishment. This is the shortcoming of this power."

Grommash took a sip of water and continued, "The difference is that lightning is a natural phenomenon. You summon it by asking for its help. With hellfire, you make a contract. It requires you to pay a price, and the price is usually not enough. "The past is their own life."

Thrall shook his head and asked, "You said that all shamans have disappeared? Is it because the techniques of sorcery are better?"

Grommash shook his head and said, "The way of the sorcerer is indeed very efficient, but it only looks like that. This kind of power must be paid for, and sometimes it is very deadly. But during the war, the shamans turned to sorcerers in order to win the war, which is why the shamans have almost disappeared. There are still shamans, but there are no longer so many, and the quality is not as high as it was back then."

"Then was it the power of the sorcerers that turned the orcs in the concentration camps into that state?" Thrall asked the question he had been thinking about.

"No one can explain it," Grommash said helplessly, and he wanted to know the answer too, "but it's appeared in each of us, one after another. At first we thought it was some kind of disease, but after a while no one died, or even anything bad happened."

"An orc in the camp thought it had something to do with--" Thrall was suddenly silent.

"Go on! What is it about?"

"The red eyes," Thrall said.

"Ah," Gromm said, and Thrall looked a little sad. "Maybe so. There are some things we fight that a young, blue-eyed man like you can't understand. I hope you never will."

For the first time since Thrall had seen Grommash, the powerful warrior looked short and fragile. In fact. He was very thin. It was his savagery and his battle howl that made him look so scary and powerful. Physically, this charismatic leader was weakening day by day. Even though he had only known Hell’s Roar for a few days, the sight still deeply moved Sal. It seemed that the will and strong personality of this orc chief were the only things that supported him to live. He was flesh, bones and tendons bound together. The scary thing is that this might very well become the scattered orcs in the concentration camps... Can’t find the latest chapter of the book you want to read? Ahem, that’s not a problem. I recommend a public account. There are ladies here to help you find the latest chapters and chat with you! Search for hot online articles or rdww444 on WeChat.