Chapter 364 Life

Story "That emblem? You, report to the Shaman immediately, and come with me to meet them."

The orc team on the snow made a prompt decision and split into two. One orc rode back on a white wolf, and the other two came to Thrall with a pack of wolves.

"We have no ill intentions." The two orcs raised their hands to indicate that they had no weapons. One confirmed the injuries of the orcs on Thrall's side, and the other looked at the clan emblem in Thrall's hand.

"Is this yours?" he asked.

Thrall nodded.

The orc patted the warg beside him and said, "The code of our clan requires us to help those who need help. Orc friend, follow me."

Thrall and his companions rode the white wolf and turned left and right and were soon brought to the camp. The camp was full of wolf totems. Thrall had a vague feeling that this might be the Frostwolf Clan.

Before he could think about it, the warrior who brought them led Thrall and his companions to a tent with several beds and several orc children. Thrall put the warrior with fever on the tent. After a while, the orc doctor came in, and several children followed the doctor and ran around. Thrall and his companions stood in front of the tent curtain to block the wind for them.

After about half a day, a voice came from inside.

"I think he's awake!"

A child with a very sharp voice came to Thrall and looked at him with a very curious look. Thrall looked at the orc child very kindly. In Grommash's place, there were almost no children. First, there were very few children who came to this world through the Dark Portal. Second, after the defeat, children who were not as fast as adult soldiers were arrested and sent to concentration camps.

"Hello, thank you." Thrall expressed his gratitude to the child in a very gentle tone. The child ran away very happily. Thrall and the others walked to the bedside. The feverish warrior had now recovered.

"Fortunately, he was sent to them in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

"Thank you again." For the first time, Sal carefully looked at the old orc who treated them. The orc's face was full of wrinkles, his cheeks drooped, his teeth were very yellow, and most of them had fallen out. His eyes were a strange white, and no pupils could be seen in his eyes. The old orc's body was hunched, and he was not even as tall as the child who had just treated him, but in this old appearance there was no sign of mental aging.

"Well, now this young man can survive. Our glorious power generation requires us to help those in need, but this is a winter with food shortage. We will not help if it is not necessary. One less mouth to feed means one more life." Sar

was silent. He knew all too well about the food shortage in winter. Even though Sar had Onyxia's transportation, he had to be careful to save money. Without any external help, their lives were even more difficult.

The old orc continued to introduce himself: "My name is Drek'Thar, a shaman of the Frostwolf Clan, and I am the defender of this place."

When Thrall heard the words "Frostwolf Clan", a burst of surprise and excitement ran through his body. He looked at Drek'Thar and found that the old man was changing the position of his fingers.

"Young man, when you heard about the Frostwolf Clan, your mental state changed significantly. Can you tell me why?"

Thrall was a little surprised. How could those eyes, which obviously couldn't see anything, feel the changes in his heart?

"Are you surprised? Although I can't see with my eyes, I can communicate with the elements in this world. Answer my question, young man."

Is this the power of the shaman? Father once said that the most suitable person for him is a Thrall. Now there is a real Thrall in front of him. Thrall said to the Thrall with great respect: "My name is Thrall."

"Thall?" Drek'Thar spat, "There is no such word in Orcish. Is it the language of humans? Huh, the conquered?"

"Yes." Thrall continued, "This word means a slave, but now I am no longer one. I keep this name to remind myself of my past shortcomings. Now, I have escaped from the shackles and am eager to find my true history."

"Then why did our wolf pack find you here?"

"That's a long story."

"Haha, I have a lot of time."

Old Thrall sat down with Thrall and began to tell him stories, from how he was adopted by Blackmore and raised to adulthood, to his unhappy past, to how he was later adopted by someone else and had a fairly normal childhood, the love of Theresa Valeera, the friendship of Jaina, the misfortune of the orcs in the concentration camp, and how he met Grommash. Thrall explained that the warriors around him were taken in by the people who adopted him, and later they left that place together. As for his own history, Thrall pushed it onto Grommash.

"Grommash told me that I belong to the Frostwolf clan. He knew it from a piece of cloth in my swaddling clothes. The cloth is here, you see..." As soon as Thrall opened his mouth, he realized that he had said something wrong. The old Thrall in front of him could not see it.

Thrall hoped that the Thrall would not be angry, but the old Thrall stretched out his hand calmly: "Give it to me."

Thrall breathed a sigh of relief and quickly handed him the cloth.

Drek'Thar held the cloth in both hands, placed it on his chest, and muttered something. Thrall did not understand, but he could guess that he should be sensing the content on it.

After a while, the old shaman nodded and said, "When our soldiers came back to report, I guessed that you might be a descendant of our clan. Now it turns out that what I thought is the same. The emblem on this piece of cloth is indeed the appearance of the Frostwolf clan. I also know this piece of cloth. It was sewed for you by your mother... Alas, we all thought you were dead."

"How do you know all this..." Although Thrall knew his own life experience, he still pretended to be very surprised and asked hurriedly, "Do you know my mother? What about my father? Who am I?"

Drek'Thar raised his head and seemed to be looking at Thrall and said word by word: "You are the only son of our former chief Durotan and his fighting partner and partner Draka."

While they were talking, the children who had just served as medical assistants brought in food. The food was stewed meat soup and some cooked potatoes. Thrall pretended to be shocked when he heard about his life experience and mechanically took the bowl full of food. The old shaman was also hungry, and ate the meat without saying a word. Sal sat there quietly, and the only sounds in the tent were the breathing and the wind from outside