Chapter 367: Frostwolf’s Identity

The day of the outbreak finally came.

“Hey! Slave!”

That night, Thrall was burying the garbage in a big pit, and a young male beastman shouted at him.

Thrall heard the insulting words he hated the most, but he still said to him patiently: “My name is Thrall!”

The male beastman shrugged his shoulders in a funny way and continued to mock: “Slave, Thrall means the same thing. My wolf is sick and her feces have stained her mat. You go clean it up!”

“Go clean it up yourself!” Thrall’s displeasure was now clearly felt. “I am not your servant. I am still a guest of the Frostwolf Clan!”

"Wow? Is this true?" The male beastman laughed loudly, "With a name like a slave? How ridiculous, human! Borrow this!"

The male beastman found a big blanket from somewhere and threw it directly. Sal, who didn't have time to dodge, was directly covered. The cold and sticky substance stuck to his face, and Sal smelled a foul smell of feces.

The string called reason in Sal's heart broke directly, and something in his heart woke up. Uncontrollable anger swept across his vision like a flood, and Sal roared angrily. He tore the blanket into pieces with both hands and clenched his fists. Stamping the ground rhythmically and angrily, just like he had been trained, Thrall used all the techniques he said he had learned. The only difference was that there was almost no one in the tribe who pointed out which techniques to use for him. There was only a small circle of orcs who suddenly became quiet and watched the noise.

The male orc didn't seem to realize what kind of crisis he was in and continued to raise his chin provocatively: "I said, get rid of him! Slave!"

Thrall roared and swung his fist. The male orc couldn't block Thrall's attack at all. Thrall's fist directly knocked out several of his teeth. Thrall was extremely angry: "I am no one's slave!"

It has been many years since entering Kozan Island. No one has insulted him like this for many years. When I was in Dunholde, I had to endure the insults of others. I thought my endurance was extraordinary. It seems that I overestimated myself. I haven't been insulted for so many years, and suddenly there was such an insult, and my mentality collapsed.

Thrall threw the male orc into a snow pile nearby. Feeling the coldness in the air, Thrall gradually regained his composure. Thrall suddenly felt very disappointed with himself. His actions ruined the chance to be with them. Thrall was very frustrated. Thrall simply sat on the snow pile and quietly felt the cold snow. This time he completely failed. He did not belong here. Drek'Thar

suddenly appeared behind Thrall: "From the very beginning, I was wondering how long you could hold on. I didn't expect you to hold on for so long. I'm surprised."

Thrall stood up and looked at Drek'Thar. The old thrall's face did not have the unhappiness of the previous few days. Thrall bowed and said, "I'm sorry, I've offended you and your people. I will leave."

Drek'Thar shook his head and continued to look at Thrall and said slowly, "You won't do that. My first test is to see if you are too arrogant. You are the child of Durotan, and the position of chieftain will definitely be yours in the future. But if you use your bloodline to declare your innate right to be the chieftain, it will be unfair to others. You didn't grow up in the Frostwolf Clan since you were a child, and the people in the clan don't understand you. What kind of person is he? If we announce it rashly, there will be a huge backlash within the clan. Therefore, we set up such a test. If you can't bear it, we would have driven you away long ago - and then let our wolves confirm that you are far away. The content is that you need to remain humble before we acknowledge you. "

Saul understood the real purpose of making him live in the most remote place, eat the worst food, and do the most tiring work these days. It seems that his performance at that time should have passed.

Drek'Thar nodded at Thrall and said, "But we will not respect a man who is always humble. This is your second test. The orc who wanted to provoke you just now is named Uso. His mission is to provoke you and offend you. If you don't fight back, you are not worthy of being a real orc. So, your performance has passed two tests. I am happy to meet a humble and brave Thrall."

A smile appeared on Thrall's face. There is always a way out!

Drek'Thar put his hand on Thrall's shoulder: "Thall, have you thought about the meaning of the Way of the Thrall these days?"

Thrall nodded: "These things are like friends helping each other."

Drek'Thar smiled: "Thall, remember two important qualities - humility and pride. For a young man who is about to embark on the path of the Thrall, these two qualities are extremely important." Hearing

Drek'Thar's words, he was immediately overjoyed. Drek'Thar signaled Thrall to follow him. Thrall quickly followed the old Thrall into the cave. Drek'Thar decided to formally teach Thrall the Way of the Thrall. At the same time, this also meant that the Frostwolf Clan officially accepted Thrall.

Although the remaining winter was long and hard, the warmth in Thrall's heart dispelled the biting cold. After being officially accepted as a compatriot by the Frostwolf Clan, he received a courtesy that he had never received even in the Warsong Clan. The people of the Frostwolf Clan really treated him as a family member. They began to hunt together, and the house was moved to a warmer gathering area. The same was true for the hundreds of orc warriors he brought with him. Thrall and his orcs and the orcs of the Frostwolf Clan could listen to Drek'Thar's teachings together. At night, they gathered happily around the campfire, gathering noisily without any discrimination, singing songs, and telling stories of past glory.

Drek'Thar would give Thrall some tips later, after all, Thrall was not young anymore, and he needed to spend more time to let him understand the knowledge of the thrashman. Sometimes Drek'Thar would also mention the story of Thrall's heroic father Durotan, but Thrall had a vague feeling that this old thrashman who knew everything was deliberately avoiding something. Thrall, who had caused adverse effects by talking too much in the past few times, did not ask this time, because as he said to Drek'Thar, the thrashman and those things were friends, and friends only needed to help each other and trust each other. He now believed in Drek'Thar from the bottom of his heart, and he knew that when the old thrashman felt that he needed to know, the old thrashman would tell him everything.

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