Willem leaned over to his mouth and put his hands out. Seven crystals rushed at him and hit him hard in the palm of his hand. He couldn’t help inhaling. He gathered them together, regardless of their hot heat, and then suddenly pulled them back. Immediately, his mouth disappeared as if there had never been a door there. Willem clung to seven Atama crystals. His brain turned rapidly. He felt that he was on the verge of madness. His thoughts hung in hope and despair for a second, which seemed endless.
Did they do it? Did they escape?
Kilgardan, who was in the leading position of the army, had an excellent view. At the moment when he watched the mountain peak being submerged by his servants, he tasted victory, almost as sweet as Sargeras gave him hunger and thirst. Tagus worked very well. Willem happened to have the crystal, which was just luck. He didn’t have it. His body had already fallen to the ground and was torn to pieces.
But he did have the crystal, and he did get the alarm. Something strange happened. The light rose around the traitor to protect him. What else did he have to meet them? Now it is under the eyelids of Kilgardan. The strange device flashed and disappeared.
He escaped. God damn it, Waylon escaped
A few seconds ago, the Manari legion was full of consternation and disappointment. He connected every thought of them. They didn’t know anything about what it was that took Waylon from Kilgardan. Kilgardan suddenly felt a wave of fear and his master wouldn’t be happy.
What now? Archimonde asked Kilgardan to turn to face his ally.
Find them, Kilgardan growled. It will take a thousand years to find them and destroy them.
My name is Sal, which means slave in human language. There’s a long story behind this name. It’s better to save it for the next time. Thanks to the heroic blood of the elemental spirit, I became the chief of our people’s orcs, and the tribal leader formed by several races. This is also another story. The story I wrote on paper today is about my father’s stories of believing in others and betraying others. The fact is also the story of my people.
None of this has happened. What will we be like now? Even the wise shaman Draktar has given an answer to this question. The road to fate is so complicated that homo sapiens should not indulge in the past and get false satisfaction from it. Even if what happened, our people must bear everything that we choose to bring. Is it shame or glory?
The story is not that the tribe is now loosely organized by orcs, tauren, forgotten trolls, blood elves, but that the earliest tribe first rose. It was born with blood and fire like a baby, and its crying for life marked the death of its enemy.
Such a bloody story end in that endless valley of a verdant continent called Delano.
Drums rumble and beat the heartbeat rhythm, leading young beasts to sleep. Frost Wolf clan durotan falls asleep. The others are lying on the dirty hard floor of the tent with a pile of straw and a thick split-hoofed cowhide blocking the ground. Even so, he can still feel the drums shaking through the earth and soothing his ears. How he wishes to join them in the tent!
It will be another summer before durotan can attend Omurigo, that is, the coming-of-age ceremony. Before that, he still has to put up with other children being stuffed in a big tent and being left aside by the adults, who are sitting around the fire discussing some important things that are suspected to be mysterious.
He sighed and twisted his body in cowhide, which was really unfair.
Orcs have never fought, but they are not good at it. Every clan is very closed, and their own customs and stories are decorated. Of course, there are also some shamans. The dialects of several clans are so different that they can understand each other. When they meet, the orcs speak Mandarin easily. They are almost as strange as those mysterious Delaney people with blue skin. Twice a year, once in spring and once in autumn, the clans will get together to celebrate the day when day and night are equal. Now it is a festival.
Over the past few days, the beasts have come here one after another to celebrate the event. The night before, they gathered in the land they called Nageland Wind, the soul mountain, the Woshugujiao Koshhag Festival, which is held in this holy place every year. No one can tell how long this system has been going on. However, it is nothing new to challenge duels in the festival, but it is really angry that fights have never broken out here. When so many people get together, shamans will persuade the parties to solve the problem and order them to leave the holy place if they fail to do so.
This land is lush and full of vitality, which makes people feel flat. Dulong will wonder whether it is so quiet because the orcs want to level this land, or whether the tranquility of this land gives the orcs a desire for peace. He always thinks about this kind of thing by himself because he has never heard such strange ideas from others.
Durotan sighed, and her mind was spinning rapidly, following the beat of the drums outside. The last night was really perfect, which made durotan unable to calm for a long time. Although the pale lady climbed to the treetop, it didn’t diminish her soul-stirring beauty. As soon as she appeared in the moonlight and snow, she also reflected dazzling light. As soon as she appeared in thousands of orcs, she simultaneously called out the wise and long-term soldiers among them, even the mother, and the children in the strong arms. The mounts of the wolves and orcs also howled correspondingly, which went straight into Dulong, and the bone marrow was as deep as a drum now. Roar to pay tribute to the white celestial body that ruled the night. durotan looked around and saw an orc sea. Their strong brown arms were dyed silver by moonlight. An example was held high to the sky, pointing to the pale lady. The stupid ogre dared to attack it at that time and would fall to the weapons of these Qi Xin joint forces soldiers in an instant.
Then a feast was given to dozens of animals, which had been slaughtered and air-dried into bacon earlier this season. The bonfire was lit, and the warm fire, silvery white moonlight and wonderful fusion together, and the drum sounded until now.
He was lying on the split hoof cowhide like other children. durotan sneered at the word child discontentedly. After eating and drinking enough, the shamans were ordered to go to bed. This is also a unified rule. After the first banquet, every clan shaman will leave and climb to watch them entertain the holy mountain. Woshugu went into the cave to receive the teachings of the ancestors of the elemental spirit.
That is to say, from a distance, Woshugu is as spectacular as other irregular and rough peaks. Woshugu has a perfectly shaped peak as sharp as a spear point. It looks like a huge crystal embedded in the ground. Its outline is so fresh. Let’s talk about it. It fell from the sky hundreds of years ago. durotan thinks these stories may be true. After all, this mountain is so bizarre.
Although Woshugu was very interesting, durotan always felt that it was unfair for the shamans to stay there for a Koshag Festival. Poor shamans, he wanted to miss the fun, but then again, so did the children.
During the day, they hunt and play games to relive the heroic deeds of their ancestors. Every clan has its own stories. Besides durotan’s big stories since he was a child, he also heard more exciting stories.
These activities are all interesting, and durotan had a good time, but he still can’t help wondering what the adults are talking about when the children are sleeping peacefully in the tent.
He couldn’t help it any longer. Dulong quietly sat up and listened to the sound that no one was awakened. After a long minute, he got up and crept towards his mouth.
It’s not easy in a dark tent. Children, big and small, lie sprawled in the tent. One wrong step may wake them up. His heart is full of courage and his excitement is pounding. durotan carefully crosses the big foot from the vague shape, and every step is as elegant as a long-legged swamp bird
When durotan finally reached the curtain, it seemed like a generation had passed, where he tried to breathe steadily and reached out.
Met a tall, smooth-skinned body in front of him, and he immediately retracted his hand and hissed in surprise.
What are you doing? durotan whispered.
What are you doing? The other orc retaliated by suddenly laughing at durotan. They both sound so stupid.
You are the same. durotan’s answer is still very light. The large group next to them is still asleep. Are we discussing or doing it?
Judging from the faint figure in front of him, the other orc is a tall man. Maybe Dulong is about the same age. He hasn’t heard the accent of that man. It seems that that man is definitely not the Frostwolf clan. It’s really bold to sneak into the tent without permission and don’t join the clan orcs.
The other orc hesitated and thought about the same thing. Well, he finally said let’s do it.
In the darkness, durotan reached out his hand and touched the curtain again, and the hide grabbed its edge. Two young orcs pulled the curtain and walked into the frosty night.
Durotan turned to look at his companion. The orc was stronger and a little taller than him. durotan was the tallest among his peers in his clan. He really didn’t like others being taller than him. It was a little disturbing. He made trouble and his allies turned to look at him. durotan felt that the other side was measuring his weight. The other side nodded obviously with satisfaction.
They didn’t venture to talk. Dulong pointed to a big tree near the tent. When they walked towards it in silence for a while, they walked to the ground and asked an adult to turn around at that moment. Fortunately, they were not found that the moonlight reflected in the snow was so bright. durotan felt like he was exposed to the sun, and the snow on their feet must creak as loud as an ogre’s roar. Finally, they reached the tree and sat behind it. durotan took a long breath and formed a bunch of white fog in the air conditioning. Another orc turned to him and grinned.
I am Ogram Telka, the Blackstone clan. The young man whispered proudly.
Durotan was attracted by him. Although the name of Destroyer is not clan leader, it is well-known and respected.
I am Dulong Tan Garad durotan of Frostwolf clan, and now it is Ogram’s turn to be attracted. Sitting next to him is a clan heir, and he nodded approvingly.
Then for a while, the two of them just sat and reveled in their gorgeous courage. durotan felt the thick fur cloak wet, and a burst of air conditioning came. He quickly got up. He pointed to the place where adults gathered. Ogram nodded. They stretched out their heads from behind the tree and looked carefully and listened carefully. Now they must be able to hear the long-awaited secret. The conversation rumbled with the bonfire.
Shamans had a fever this winter, but they were very busy. Dulong Tan’s father, Garad, said that he reached out and caressed the big white wolf who was dozing by the fire. The wolf’s white fur showed that it was a frost, and one wolf whispered to show pleasure. One child had just been cured and the other was ill again.
I can’t wait for spring, another man said. He got up and added a piece of firewood to the fire. Animals have been having a hard time finding our holiday preparation time, and it was hard to find a few split-hoofed cows.
Karajia made such delicious bone soup, but refused to tell us what herbs she put in it. The third one said that she was staring at a woman who was nursing a baby. That woman was probably Karajia, and she giggled.