On the way to continue to go deep into Alterac Snow Mountain, Sharlayan has been discussing the future layout with Danmaku.

When Sharlayan returned from the Shadowlands, it was January 2014 at the Black Gate, when Thrall fled, and when Alterac took Dunholde, it happened to be late February.

The Kingdom of Alterac is located in the northern hemisphere, and the climate is relatively cold.

Even though it has entered spring, there is still continuous wind and snow in the majestic snow-capped mountains. Every time there is a snowstorm, you need to stop moving forward and find a shelter from the wind as soon as possible to rest temporarily.

Not every orc can adapt to the severe cold climate in the snow-capped mountains. After escaping from Durnholde, most of these orcs were dressed in rags.

Although Sarlayan purchased a batch of cotton coats in Taren Mill nearby, because a large number of Dunholde refugees fled here, Taren Mill's inventory for sale is not much, only about 100 sets in total.

The orc warriors under Guyin'er consciously gave up their cotton coats to their weaker companions, and the others only wore thin linen clothes.

Although the orcs tried their best to support each other, when Sharlayan and his party finally arrived at the gate of the Frostwolf clan's hermitage, there were still dozens of orcs left behind.

Some died in their sleep under the attack of severe cold, and some lost contact with the large army under the sudden blizzard and got lost in the snow-capped mountains.

There are also some unlucky ones who were caught off guard by a combination of punches from the snow monster that suddenly jumped out to attack, and dragged them back to their lair.

Thanks to the special care of Guyin'er and Salayan, Taressa, who was the weakest, did not encounter any danger. She was wrapped in a thick cotton coat and was always protected in the middle of the team.

Finally seeing the two Frostwolf flags planted on the snow, all the orcs, including Guyiner, breathed a sigh of relief.

The nearly one-month survival journey in the snowy mountains was not easy. The orcs, who were already weak due to the curse of the devil's blood, were suffering from hunger and cold. pause.

"stop!"

"Whoosh!"

Two rough-made feather arrows suddenly stuck in the snow in front of Guyin'er, full of warning.

The "enemy" who didn't know where to hide threatened in a low voice: "No matter which clan you come from, the Frostwolf doesn't welcome any outsiders, and we don't want to get involved in any disputes. Leave! Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless."

"and many more!"

Guyin'er raised the swaddling cloth that wrapped him in his childhood over his head, and loudly said to the Frostwolf warriors who drove away: "I am a member of the Frostwolf Clan, and these warriors are all my followers!"

"Please let me meet Shaman Drek'Thar, I have information about the Frostwolf Chief Durotan!"

"Drotan?!"

The Frostwolf warrior who was hiding in the dark in the snow clearly showed a voice of surprise, and he chatted with his companion beside him.

"I have arranged for a messenger to inform the chief shaman, boy, I hope you are not talking nonsense."

The Frostwolf clan living in seclusion in the snow-capped mountains did not know that Durotan and Draka had already died.

However, those two people have been missing for many years, and many Frostwolf people are already prepared in their hearts, but stubbornly hold on to the last hope, hoping that they will come back one day.

Gu Yin'er didn't want to disclose his identity in such a noisy place, if he didn't get the approval of the Frostwolf Clan, he would be ashamed.

Sharlayan and Taresa, two different species, were very conspicuous among the large group of orcs. Talesa was fine, once she was wrapped in a thick cotton coat, as long as she didn't take the initiative to reveal her identity, the Frostwolf clan would not notice her easily.

Sharlayan was still wearing the adventurer's singlet that was commonly used in spring and autumn in the cold snow. Compared with other orcs who were shivering from the cold, there was no sign of discomfort from his expression, and he stood out from the crowd.

While waiting for the Frostwolf Messenger to return, Sharlayan could clearly feel that there were eyes constantly sweeping towards him.

"Oh~"

Backtracking to the direction where the owner of the gaze was, Sharlayan smiled meaningfully at the Frostwolf warrior hiding in the snow cave.

"Hiss~"

The Frostwolf warrior covered in animal skins felt a chill running down his back, and subconsciously sucked in a breath of cold air.

"He found me?! This guy... who the **** is it?"

The Frostwolf clan did not take part in the Horde-Alliance War, so they never saw the high elves.

Another female Frostwolf watched Sharlayan's pointy elf ears curiously.

"What a handsome man, it's a pity that he's too thin and doesn't fit my aesthetics."

Although the female Frostwolf warrior was talking to herself very quietly, Sharlayan still caught her thoughts with her keen hearing, and rolled her eyes angrily.

‘Thank you for your blunt statement. Fortunately, I am not within the hunting range of the orcs. '

Growing up among the beauties of the high elves, Sharlayan's vision has long been raised.

Beauties like Jaina, who are among the most beautiful among humans, can still meet his aesthetics, orcs... Thank you for your sensitivity, Sharlayan asked himself that his taste is not so heavy.

About 3 minutes later, Sharlayan's long elf ears trembled slightly, and he heard the faint sound of stepping on the snow approaching from a distance.

"Two... no, three people, the third person's footsteps are very light, not like walking on snow, but like..."

Sharlayan tapped his forehead in doubt: "Taxue Wuhen?"

Goyil, Nazgrim, and Taretha all heard Sharlayan's undisguised murmurs to himself.

Both Taressa and Guyin looked confused, not knowing what Salayan was talking about.

A strange look flashed in Nazgrim's eyes, and he looked forward to the direction indicated by Sharlayan.

'Could it be...'

Ever since the orc shaman turned to fel under the temptation of Gul'dan, the relationship between the elementals of Draenor and the orcs has gone from bad to worse.

Afterwards, Gul'dan's battle against the elemental aggregate Luxenken in Shadowmoon Valley marked a complete break between the orcs and the elements of Draenor.

Although Nazgorin is only in his 20s, he has been in the army for ten years and has witnessed the decline of shamans and the rise of warlocks.

Nazgrim hadn't seen a shaman since Gul'dan gradually became the shadow warchief of the Horde, but he remembered the scene when he was a child when the shaman of the Blackrock clan called the wind elemental to throw him into the sky for fun.

Two sturdy Frostwolf warriors wearing gray wolf furs appeared before Sharlayan and his party first, and another white-haired old orc with a black cloth over his eyes was actually floating in midair.

'really. '

Sharlayan looked at the blind old orc thoughtfully. His feet seemed to be a little clumsy. He was suspended in mid-air and occasionally dragged on the ground. His whole body was supported by the soft wind element.

Nazgrim looked a little excited: "Shaman! I never thought I could see a real shaman again!"

The blind old shaman looked in Nazgorin's direction: "Heh~ brat, don't be so loud, I'm not deaf old blind man."

The orcs under Guyin'er's command were all agitated to varying degrees, and they hadn't seen a shaman for many years.

The chief of the orc clan is the real leader who leads the clan to survive, while the shaman is the spiritual leader of the clan, with a detached position in the clan, second only to the clan chief.

When Durotan left his clan to seek Orgrim, Drek'Thar had not yet been recognized by the elements of Azeroth.

Originally, the old shaman wanted to wait for Durotan to come back and give him a surprise, but he didn't expect to wait for several years.

Finally hearing the news about Durotan, Drek'Thar just thought about it for a moment before deciding to come to check the situation himself.

Drek'Thar, who had served two generations of Frostwolf chiefs, was blind and not blind. He found a familiar yet unfamiliar breath of life beside Nazgrim who had exclaimed before.

Drek'Thar turned to Gu Yiner's position with a look of surprise on his face: "Son~lightnovelpub.net~ Who are you...? Why can I feel Durotan's breath from you?"

Gu Yiner took a deep breath, holding his own swaddling cloth in both hands, stepping on the snow with difficulty and walking in front of Drek'Thar step by step.

"My dear shaman, Drek'Thar, this is the swaddling cloth that was wrapped around me when I was a baby."

Drek'Thar frowned slightly, as if he had realized something, his old hands trembling slightly on the old and yellowed swaddling cloth.

Not long after, two lines of clear tears flowed from under his eyepatch.

"You can't be wrong, this is the swaddling cloth I wove and gave to Durotan and Draka to wrap the baby, you..."

Suddenly realizing that there were still a lot of melon eaters around him who didn't know the truth, Drek'Thar suddenly stopped talking, barely suppressed his emotions and took a deep breath.

"Son, bring your followers and come with me, we need a quiet place to talk."