Chapter 363: First Meeting

The huge black shadow is Onyxia. After Thrall left Grommash and the others, Onyxia immediately flew down.

"Thall, are you leaving?" Onyxia, who had been waiting for many days, was already impatient.

However, Thrall shook his head: "No, I still need to lead those humans away."

Onyxia in human form was very unhappy: "Those humans? No need, you wait for me here!"

Onyxia turned into a dragon again and flew towards the direction of the human settlement. Thrall hurried over, but when he got there, Onyxia had already resolved the battle.

Because there were many unknown dangers in the forest, these humans did not enter the forest. Onyxia launched an air raid, and the human camp was full of fire. The sudden appearance of the dragon made it impossible for the humans to stop it, and they fled in all directions. Onyxia dealt with their camp and looked at Thrall proudly.

Thrall had a bitter face, and things became more troublesome. He was originally just looking for orcs... But things turned out like this, and he had no choice. He couldn't afford to offend Onyxia, so he could only jump on Onyxia's back and take one step at a time.

The fact was the same as Thrall thought. The survivors who escaped back to the human kingdom told their experiences one after another. This time, the human kingdom mobilized more troops. The original mission was to search the mountains for traces of orcs, but unexpectedly, a big black dragon appeared and hurt people wantonly. It must be destroyed!

Fortunately, Grommash's tribe had already migrated to other directions when Onyxia raided the human settlements. Humans were destined to be disappointed again. And with the arrival of the first snow, all human search activities were forced to stop.

The same was true for Thrall. The first snow was like a super university, and the Kingdom of Alterac directly issued a law prohibiting entry into the mountains in winter.

The orcs, who were stronger than them, also stopped looking for the Frostwolf Clan, and set up camp somewhere, waiting quietly.

Days passed one by one, and it had been nearly a week. Thrall led a hundred orc warriors and continued to advance deep into the Alterac Mountains. The supplies from Grommash had been eaten up long ago. A hundred people were not a small amount of food. Moreover, it was winter and food was scarce. It didn't take long for him to finish his own food reserves. If Onyxia hadn't sent supplies every now and then at night, they would have starved. Now Thrall was living frugally every day. The only thing he could get directly was water. Mountain spring water and snowmelt water were all drinkable. At least water was not a problem.

Of course, the most fatal thing in the search was not food supply, but blizzards. Thrall encountered a storm more than once and had to dig a hole in the snow to hide. Every time, they had to work hard to dig a way out.

Today, it was Sal who led a team to search again. The weather today was not good, and the harsh environment began to ring its cold bell. Unfortunately, it was snowing heavily that day. Sal's steps became slower and slower. He stopped to rest several times and could hardly stand up again. What was frustrating was that he had set more than ten traps, but he didn't catch anything. Even rabbits and squirrels stupidly stepped into his traps. But even so, Sal and the others couldn't go, because it was snowing, and the only way to know that there were creatures nearby was the claw or hoof prints that appeared from time to time in the snow. If you were not careful, you would lose track of them. From time to time at night, the horns of wild wolves could be heard.

Snowflakes came and went, the blue sky showed its face, gradually darkened, and then dark clouds covered it, bringing more snowflakes. Thrall began to doubt. After searching for so many days, are the Frostwolves really in the mountains of Alterac? Thrall didn't even know if he was looking in the right direction, or if he could meet the Frostwolves. However, a group had three days, and as long as the time was not up, he had to walk step by step, strong and stubborn, determined to find his people.

The bad weather often made Thrall unhappy. He often thought of the misfortunes of his childhood. Whenever the misfortunes of his childhood appeared before his eyes, Thrall would always think of the good life later. With the comparison, he would cherish it more.

On a cold night, Thrall and several other orc warriors set up a tent and huddled together to keep each other warm. Thrall was just wrapped in the middle. He was also the first to rest at night.

The dreams at night are also very interesting. Sometimes I dream about Grommash and the soldiers who went to the drinking camp with him; living and training with my mother who has a sharp tongue but a soft heart on Kozan Island; the love of Taresha Jaina for me; and even the tribesmen and parents whom I have never met...

"Oh no!"

The next morning, a soldier's shouting woke up Thrall. Thrall looked at him, and the orc said anxiously: "He has a fever! He needs immediate treatment!"

An orc on the outside was frostbitten, but Thrall's team did not bring herbs to treat fever.

"Contact the camp immediately."

"Yes!" Another orc soldier contacted the camp, but it would take several days for the camp to deliver food, and Onyxia was even farther away. She had just delivered a wave of food to the camp, and the earliest she could come back would be two days later.

Looking at his sick comrade, Thrall made a prompt decision: "Carry him on your back, let's go!"

The soldier who found his comrade carried him on his back without saying a word, and Thrall led the way in front. Now they had to find a shortcut back, find herbs, or find the Frostwolf Clan...

From day to night, the warriors' condition became worse, and Thrall became anxious, and his five senses became more sensitive. Thrall immediately felt the sound from the front. It was a group of huge white wolves, almost as white as the snow around him. They stood in a row on the hillside in front of him, waiting quietly. Thrall immediately took a fighting stance. At this time, three figures appeared behind the wolves. First of all, it can be seen that these three figures are not human. They are covered with thick animal skins, which makes people feel very warm. One of them walked forward, and Thrall saw their faces under the animal skin. They are orcs! They are orcs! Did they find the Frostwolf Clan? Thrall's mind was immediately excited.

"We need help!" Saul said in fluent orc language, "Our comrade is sick and in danger. We need help!"

Seeing no response, Saul suddenly thought of the symbol of the Shuanglang clan and raised the cloth. Saul immediately heard the sound of someone inhaling...