Chapter 381 Strange Man

"You said it was the first time, so what else?"

The old shaman's face was full of sorrow: "I don't know if you think I am just an old man who can only guide the clan spiritually."

Thrall shook his head and said: "No one is born old, everyone is a wise person."

The old shaman smiled: "How I wish I could stay young, but this is impossible. When I was your age, my blood was boiling in my body. Although I am blind, I also have a family and children who love me. But, they are all dead."

Thrall looked at Drek'Thar. The old shaman's words meant that his wife and children did not die of natural causes: "Did they die in the war?"

"It was not such an honorable thing. They were just sick, and all my pleas to the elements were in vain. This made me heartbroken."

Even now, his voice was still heavy and sad, and this matter could not be let go in his heart for a long time: "I asked the elves to return the lives they took away. They were angry with me, and refused my summons for many years. Because of my arrogance to ask for the resurrection of my loved ones, many people in our clan suffered because I could not summon the elemental spirits to help them. When I saw the consequences and mistakes brought about by my stupidity, I asked the elemental spirits to forgive me. They agreed."

"But it's natural for you to want your loved ones to be resurrected. The elemental spirits will understand, right?"

Drek'Thar sighed, "They do understand. They sympathize with my situation and understand the motivation of my request, but they don't understand the way and content of my request, which makes them feel offended. Therefore, this leads to the relationship between the Frostwolf Shaman and the elemental spirits, which indirectly causes the number of Shamans to continue to decrease."

Drek'Thar's expression became very serious: "Thar, a person's life is very short. You must feel the pain of losing your loved ones. You must know that the elemental spirits act according to their own laws. You must respect them. The will of nature will not change according to personal will. "

Thal nodded. From Drek'Thar, Thral understood that the punishment given by nature would not only punish himself, but also those around him. However, Thral had no complaints about the consequences caused by Drek'Thar. Thral compared himself and would do the same thing if he encountered that situation.

"Awoo~" Xue Ge was coquettishly beside Sal. Sal stroked her fur and suddenly thought of a question, "Where is Sharp Ear?"

"I don't know." Drek'Thar gave Sal an unexpected answer, "She is my partner, but not my slave. She can come and go as she pleases. She has her own freedom."

As if to reassure Sal, Xue Ge rubbed her head back and forth on Sal's knees. Sal gently stroked her head. Old Sal was not in a good mood. Sal bowed and left with Xue Ge.

The days passed unknowingly. Richard also returned to Quel'Thalas, and the influence he brought gradually became apparent. Thrall felt the elemental restlessness and vibration when communicating with them in recent days, but as a novice, Thrall could not figure out what the elemental's abnormal behavior meant. Later, the elemental returned to peace, and Thrall stopped thinking about it.

Thrall now spends most of his time learning with Drek'Thar, and sometimes he goes out hunting with a team. He uses his newly established connection with the elementals to help the clan: asking the spirit of the earth to tell them where there are beasts nearby, and asking the spirit of the wind to change the wind direction so that their scent will not be smelled by vigilant creatures. Only once did he ask for help from the spirit of the wild, when supplies were dangerously low and their hunting luck was getting worse.

But when he first arrived at the Frostwolf Clan, Drek'Thar had told him about the pact they had made with the goats. Now winter had not yet passed, and food was becoming scarce. Several old goats had also sacrificed their lives as they had in the original pact, but this was far from enough. The remaining goats were all young rams or young ewes. Thrall and his men had to find a new source of food, but it was hard to find anything in winter. Thrall finally begged the spirit of the wild, and the spirit pointed him to a herd of deer. Finally, after his request, Thrall got a few deer that had voluntarily sacrificed themselves. When Thrall and his companions returned to the Frostwolf Clan, he was surprised to find that there was a guest in the Frostwolf Clan. A visitor appeared in the middle of winter? "

The orc was a big man. The stranger's cloak wrapped him tightly. Thrall could not judge his weight and size. He curled up by the fire, and did not seem to feel the warmth of the fire. Sharp Ear, who had not been seen before, also came back. Thrall found that Xue Ge and Sharp Ear were playing happily.

Thrall jumped lightly to Drek'Thar and asked in a low voice: "Who is this man?"

"A wanderer, we don't know him. Sharp Ear found him in his junior year and brought him back."

"Oh, that's it. "This is not much different from the way Thrall came to the Frostwolf Clan.

Thrall looked at the orc and uttered an "eh" sound involuntarily. The stranger held a bowl of stew in his big hands, and showed polite concern to other people in the clan.

"You received him much more cordially than you received me." Thrall said with some dissatisfaction.

Drek'Thar smiled. "He just came to ask for shelter for a few days, and then continued on his way. He didn't bring a torn piece of Frostwolf swaddling cloth to beg to be accepted by the clan. And he came in the spring, when there was enough food to share, instead of coming here in early winter. "

Thrall looked at Drek'Thar helplessly. He had just brought back so much venison, and now he was going to share some of it? But Thrall still walked up to the side of the stranger, forced out a seemingly happy smile and asked the stranger: "Hello, stranger, how long have you been traveling outside?"

The orc looked at him from the shadow under his turban. His gray eyes were sharp, although the answer was very polite, even a little flattering.

"I don't even have time to recall what you look like, young man. I'm sorry to say, I thought the Frostwolf Clan was just a legend, used by Gul'dan's followers to threaten other orcs."

Thrall puffed out his chest, loyalty to the clan surged in Thrall's heart. "We were wrongly exiled, and we have proved our worth by surviving in this harsh place. "Really? "

The strange man laughed hoarsely a few times.

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