Chapter 369: Under the approval of the Frostwolves

Although the demonic forces on Kozan Island are not dangerous, Thrall clearly knows the terrifying power of demonic forces.

The orc shaman's inference is more accurate than Richard's, after all, they have experienced it personally.

Then it can be almost concluded that his fellow countrymen in the concentration camp have been invaded by demons. Not just the brothers in the concentration camp. He immediately recalled the bright blood-red eyes of Hellroar and his increasingly emaciated body. But Grommash. The difference between Hellroar and the orcs in the concentration camp is that his body is still his own. Thrall knew that there was a force within Grommash called will, which prevented him from succumbing to either the bloodlust or the deadly laziness that Thrall had seen in the camps. Grommash. Hellroar must have faced the demons every day, constantly resisting them. Thinking of this, Thrall couldn't help but feel the strength of Grommash's will, and his admiration for the chieftain grew stronger.

"Do you remember the weak beastmen you saw when you went to the concentration camp?"

Sal nodded, and the old shaman continued, "They are the biggest victims of the demonic power. I believe that the laziness you saw in the camp is a sense of emptiness, which is what our people feel when the demonic power is used up. Without that external energy, they feel weak and empty, and the worst is that they don't even know Why do they feel this way, let alone contemplate the reasons. They are like an empty cup, Saul, that was once filled with poison. Now they are starving to be filled with something positive. The nourishment they need is the ancestral path, shamanism, a reconnection to the simple pure force of natural forces and laws that will fill them up again, satisfy their deadly hunger. This, and only this, will allow They woke up from their trance and regained the honor and courage from our ancestors. "

Thar listened to the old shaman's words with full attention. The old shaman smiled as he spoke: "Your parents knew about the dark pact. They knew that the bloodthirstiness of the tribe was caused by unimaginable supernatural power. The demons and Gul'dan stole the courage of our people and twisted it according to their own wishes. Durotan knew this, so His clan was exiled. He accepted it, but when you were born, he knew he could no longer remain silent. He hopes to bring a better world for you, Thrall. You are his son and heir. You will be the next chief. "

If this sentence was told to Thrall when he first came to the Frostwolf Clan, he would be very happy, but now Thrall thinks more about how to free his compatriots from suffering. Thrall, who had received a good military education on Kozan Island and had seen the elite legions of the Human Kingdom through videos, had spent so many days in the Frostwolf Clan and clearly felt that the Frostwolf Clan alone could not stir up waves in the Human Kingdom. If they wanted to succeed, they had to rely on the strength of all their compatriots, not only Orgrim, not only Grommash, but also countless compatriots in countless concentration camps.

"Do you know Orgrim?"

Thrall nodded, and the old thar continued, "Your parents were killed when they went to see Orgrim, but objectively speaking, he was wise and brave, and an outstanding leader of our people."

"So is Orgrim dead?" Thrall was more concerned about Orgrim's intelligence. Unfortunately, Drek'Thar did not give him a satisfactory answer.

"No one knows where he is, even his weapons have become yours. It is said that he was a captive, and no one knows what happened afterwards. But many people think he is a legend, and when the time is right, he will come back to liberate everyone."

"Teacher, what do you think about this?" Thrall stared at Drek'Thar.

Drek'Thar just smiled and said at last: "I have told you enough, you should go back and rest, and tomorrow you will have your first enlightenment, if that is the case. You must be prepared."

"Yes, teacher..."

Thrall stood up and bowed respectfully, even though the old thrash couldn't see anything.

"Xue Ge, we are leaving."

Feeling that Thrall's figure gradually disappeared in the night, Drek'Thar called his partner Sharp Ear and said something to him, and Sharp Ear quietly ran away.

Thrall found it hard to calm down after returning to his residence. He was about to officially embark on the path of a shaman. The task assigned to him by his mother was about to be half completed. His own value would be truly demonstrated, and the satisfaction of being needed filled his body. In addition to this, Thrall was also a little nervous. He imagined what his enlightenment would be like. Drek'thar told him nothing. He really wanted to know what he should expect.

When the first rays of sunlight in the early morning shone into Thrall's residence, Thrall got up. He had not slept at all last night. As soon as she reached the door, Thrall found that everyone in the Frostwolf Clan had already gotten up. Everyone had gathered at her residence, at the door, without knowing when.

Thrall opened his mouth to speak, but Drek'thar raised his hand to stop him. "You are not allowed to speak until I allow you to. Leave now, go to the mountains alone. Snow Song must stay. You must not eat, but think hard about the path you are about to embark on. After the sun sets, return to me, and the ceremony will begin immediately."

Sal immediately turned around and left. His partner Snow Song seemed to know what was waiting for him and did not follow. She turned around and began to howl. The other wolves joined in, and the wild, inspiring chorus accompanied Sal's steps, walking alone towards his meditation.

The day passed faster than he had imagined. His heart was full of questions. This day Sal immersed himself completely in nature, marveled at the changes in the sky, and the orange sun in the winter sky began to move towards the horizon. He returned when the last rays of the setting sun still lingered on the Frostwolf Clan's camp.

Drek'Thar was waiting for him. Thrall found that Sharp's ear was nowhere to be found, which was different from usual, but the other wolves were also gone. Thrall guessed that this might be part of the ritual. He came to the old orc, and the elder motioned for him to follow him.

Old Thrall led Thrall to an icy ridge, a place Thrall had never been to before. Drek'Thar said to him, "This is a place for meditation. You will communicate with the elemental spirits here. Sit there."

There was a round platform not far ahead. Thrall sat on it, closed his eyes, and waited patiently for the elemental spirits. While Saul was waiting for the elemental spirit, Richard had already started his all-out attack on the element.

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