Chapter 382

"Isn't it?"

The stranger shook his head: "When I stepped into the territory of the Frostwolf Clan, I knew that this was not a legend. I am curious why you said these words. They talked to me about you, young man. You were an outsider to this clan like me not long ago."

Thrall shook his head: "I hope they didn't say anything bad about me."

"They said you are very good." The strange orc grinned at Thrall and continued to eat his food with his head down. The hands exposed under the robe were very strong, the tense muscles were very developed, and the scars on them told of his vicissitudes.

This is a warrior! A battle-hardened warrior!

"Which clan are you from?"

The strange orc put down the spoon that was brought to his mouth and said, "I have no clan now, I am wandering around."

Thrall thought of a possibility: "Were they all killed in the war?"

The strange orc shook his head: "Some were killed, some were captured, and some..."

"What happened to the others?"

The strange orc's voice became very lonely: "Some have died in the depths of their souls... Forget it, let's not talk about this topic anymore."

Thrall rubbed his face, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable standing next to this strange man, and he was a little suspicious of this orc. Thrall patted the dust on his body, smiled at the orc, and walked to Drek'Thar's side.

After checking the distance, the orc who was talking here probably couldn't hear them: "Teacher, who is he? We should monitor him. I feel very uncomfortable around him."

"When you first came here, no one doubted your identity. But now you are the only one in the clan who doubts this stranger, Sal, you still have a lot to learn." The old shaman laughed, and Sal looked very funny as he was dancing around for fear that the strange orc would hear him. Fortunately, the strange orc didn't have any online banking until the old shaman left.

During the dinner time in the evening, Sal's eyes were all on the strange orc. The orc was carrying a huge package in his hand and never put it down or let anyone touch it. Few people passed by him. Some orcs asked him some questions out of curiosity, and he answered them very politely. Until now, the Xiaoxi that Sal got was just that he had been wandering for nearly twenty years, barely surviving every day, and missing the old days every day. Apart from that, he didn't know anything else.

Uso, who was staying beside the strange orc, asked a question at this time: "Have you been to a concentration camp? Thrall told us that all the orcs there have lost their will."

The strange orc nodded: "The situation is the same as Thrall said."

The strange orc suddenly laughed, looked at Thrall and said: "We fought so hard back then, but the result is like this. There is nothing worth fighting for anymore."

"No! There are still many things in this world worth fighting for!" Thrall stood up and roared loudly, "Freedom! Our living space, our glorious tradition..."

The strange orc directly interrupted Thrall's rebuttal: "But you, the Frostwolf Clan, are hiding in the mountains."

"You are hiding everywhere too!"

"So I don't want to help other orcs break free from their shackles and resist the desire to give them food." The strange orc's voice was very calm.

Thrall took a deep breath and looked at the strange orc and said slowly: "We won't stay in the mountains for long. When spring comes, I will join forces with the Warsong Clan Chieftain Grommash. Hell Roar, who has made outstanding military achievements, to sweep through those concentration camps. Together we will inspire those compatriots to stand up against humans. I have been to concentration camps, and the people there have not completely lost their freedom and desire to fight. After getting our help, they will definitely rise up to resist those who distorted their will!"

Thrall looked at Drek'Thar, hoping that Drek'Thar would also express something, but Drek'Thar just touched his wolf and didn't care about what happened here.

"You just mentioned Grommash. Roar of Hell?" The face under the hood said disdainfully, "A poor guy whose body was severely destroyed by the power of demons, letting him fight against humans, haha... You Frostwolves have the right to pursue your own wishes, and so do I. I have seen the capabilities of humans. It is best to avoid them and not conflict with them. The safest way is to hide somewhere they can't find you. You will never achieve your goals in your entire life."

"I was not raised by orcs, so please believe me, humans are definitely not invincible. You said you have seen the capabilities of humans, and you must know their weaknesses. When I met you, I thought you were an excellent warrior, but I didn't expect you to be a timid coward!"

"Thrall!" Drek'Thar finally opened his mouth, but it was to the organization Thrall.

"No, Master Drek'Thar, I cannot remain silent. This man... this fellow came to seek our shelter, to enjoy our food in front of our campfire, and dared to insult the courage of our clan and our people. I cannot tolerate this. I am not a chieftain, so I will not claim that I have that right, but I am now a member of the Frostwolf Clan, and I hope I can be allowed to challenge this stranger in my personal name and make him take back those wild words! I cannot allow our clan to be despised at will!"

Drek'Thar said nothing, but the strange orc stood up, and the strange orc laughed loudly. Thrall saw him standing up for the first time, and he was almost as tall as Thrall. The strange orc took off his cloak for the first time, and Thrall finally saw what was hidden under his cloak. To his surprise, he found that the arrogant stranger was wrapped in black plate armor inlaid with brass. This armor must have been carefully crafted in the past. Although some parts have lost their luster, it is still unforgettable. The metal seems to have become stronger with the passage of time, and the brass inlays have been polished to a gleam.

The orc roared loudly and opened his package. Inside was a golden hammer. The hammer was rarely shining with white light. Thrall clearly recognized that this was the Holy Light. He was very surprised that an orc could use the Holy Light, an energy that only the human church could use? Was he a spy sent by humans?

"Come on! See if you can beat me, little bastard!"

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