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New Gromte Harbor (name of Menethil Harbor orcs).

"Remember, the orcs value honor and advocate bravery, but as a chief, the most important thing is wisdom! When you are dazzled by anger, it is the beginning of the decline and fall of you and your people!"

Drek'Thar is teaching the young Thrall how to deal with the internal conflicts of the Frostwolf clan and teaching him the principles of coexistence with other clans.

"But, teacher." Thrall raised his head with a slight dissatisfaction on his face. Not long after he was rescued from the arena by the teacher, he learned the truth about his parents. Pain and confusion surrounded him, and led the Frostwolf clan. , Also followed.

Thrall recalled that the teacher told his parents the anger of being killed by Gul'dan. There was hot anger flowing under the green skin. The elemental power of the water element gently stroked Thrall's rough skin to calm him down.

Thrall said: "If we don't have power, we still can't protect ourselves. I think Orgrim is more like a real orc!"

"He has also been weak! But the appropriate retreat is for the future of the entire tribe!" Drektal did not want to talk about the previous orc wars, which was a sad song of misery, pain and death.

Suddenly, in the palm of Thrall's hand, the water element used to practice shaman power began to get irritable. They condensed into droplets of water and jumped in Thrall's palm!

"Elemental riots! How could it be possible?!" Although Thrall had just been in contact with the Shaman's Way, he knew what the scene in front of him represented!

"Come out with me!" Drektal immediately lifted the curtain of the camp, eyes with worry and anxiety.

At this time, the camp was also in a mess, and countless orcs were running, but they didn't know where to escape!

"Look, look, look at the water! Ancestors...!"

The tent where the chief was located was on a small hill on the side of the port, and the two took a breath: "Elemental Spirit, can you hear our prayers? Why do we bring new suffering?"

They saw that the sky was dark and heavy, and then a large cloud of dark clouds rolled in from the west, with boundless tides and wind waves, pressing the gradually rising Gromte Harbor into the water!

"Teacher, what should we do?" Thrall was not the wise and brave warchief at this time, nor was he the shaman of the Ring of Earth who later saved the world. The orcs did not have the harsh environment that Thrall had experienced before. It is quite immature after the journey of drifting and drifting.

Drek'Thar frowned, just thinking a little, putting away his weakness and pity, the ought to survive, passed down from the harsh environment of Draenor, has already gained the upper hand!

"Withdraw! Let's go to a higher place!"

Thrall didn't understand. As the new chieftain of the Frostwolf clan, his responsibility is to bring the tribe's survival and prosperity. He asked: "But mentor, there are many others..."

"You are the chief, you can't save everyone, you must be cruel, because more followers, because of your hesitation, died!" Drektal said, for a moment, he looked more sad than Thrall. But this moment was hidden by him.

"Blow the horn, let all the people try their best to escape!" Drek'Thar's voice was indifferent, because only in this way can Thrall's weakness in his heart be eliminated.

Thrall didn't want to give up his tribe, he struggled and said: "Maybe, our shaman group can..."

"No!" Drektal said. "The Shaman group is the future of our Frostwolf clan, and this disaster is far beyond their ability to deal with."

After all, they have not looked back. This is the orc. In the long years of Draenor, in order to deal with the dangerous environment and terrible predators, the orcs have long learned to sacrifice, even if it is with most of the tribe, to save Few hope!

The Frostwolf clan gave up a large amount of supplies and many people stored in the harbor. They hid on the high slope, and on the hill surrounded by water, watching the turbulent currents from low to high, rolling past them, And rush to the orc camp and the city to the east!

"The orcs are over!" Drek'Thar knew that in front of this wild current, the orcs were powerless. The home they had built for decades was destroyed in this flood!

The torrential rain lasted for seven days.

It wasn't until the entire wetland was completely reduced to a swamp that the storm gradually ceased, but the fertile fields and crops they worked so hard to cultivate and plant were already immersed in the saline-alkali seawater and completely lost their vitality!

The strong vitality of the orcs was undoubtedly revealed in the face of the disaster. Many strong orcs climbed up from the mud, but the wet ground with blisters quickly swallowed the lives of many orcs.

"Thrall, you must calm down. As a chief, you should not think about why this happened, nor do you blame yourself and impulsively to save people!" Drektal looked at Thrall who wanted to rescue the tribe. Said with an anxious look on his face.

Thrall was taught to grow up by humans and had not experienced Taresa's death. Thrall's heart was softer and kind.

He couldn't help but watch those clansmen who still had a hint of breath struggling to die in the water. He asked, "Teacher, what should I do?"

"You have to think about the living. For us orcs, the dead are already worthless bones. Search for supplies and check the number of people!" Drektal said so, but there was endless sadness on his face, and An iron-blooded order was issued!

"We don't have enough medicine and food. Those who are seriously injured or missing can only look at themselves, Thrall, you must use your limited resources on the most critical cutting edge!"

Thrall knew that the teacher was talking about experienced teachings, but he couldn't wait any longer, "Shaman group, use earth magic, at least, let those living people have a way to escape!"

......

This torrential rain even affected the Orc Novice Village as far away as Dun Mod.

After the college entrance examination was over, they woke up, and the once mission area had become a vast ocean. The beast monsters they had faced had all become ooze monsters, water elemental monsters, and swamp hybrid monsters.

Of course, for the players, the joy is greater than the surprise.

The transformation of monsters and venues, as well as the casualties of orc tribes, have indeed led to the loss or failure of a large number of player missions, and past experience and strategies have lost their effectiveness.

But crises, crises, many players even think that they are the main missions, which have come; behind this natural disaster, there must be a main story with huge profits~~

They guessed it right, but the beginning of the plot was thousands of miles away, and the orc tribe's subsequent impact due to this natural disaster has not yet fermented.

The players worked hard to rescue, but they found that the orcs who were refugees per capita were not enough to even give out rewards!

However, the reward of prestige ~www.ltnovel.com~ still allows them to continue to work hard, they guessed that the time has not come.

After the wind and rain, the orcs suffered heavy losses. Their farmland was flooded and the villages turned into silt. Even the newly constructed orc city was eroded by the storm, and there was not a single intact building left.

With the help of players who have drowned dozens of times without dying, and the active self-help of each clan, the orcs gradually eased their breath.

But after the catastrophe, there is a resource that the orcs are extremely short of, and that is food!

If there is no support, they will not be able to resist for long, and all races know the consequences of hungry orcs.

The disaster-stricken orcs sent envoys to various forces in the Eastern Kingdom.

The food production area of ​​Lordaeron is still under the control of the undead, and the Scarlet Crusade is even more impossible to provide supplies to the orcs;

The Ashira Highlands in Stromgarde, a wilderness full of bandit operations, is also unable to provide sufficient food production areas;

Gilneas is still hiding behind the high wall, living a happy life of seclusion; while the high elves, they have not yet filled the scars of death, plus the threat of magic addiction, it is obvious that they cannot provide enough help!

Only in a "peaceful" atmosphere of Stormwind Kingdom, the suppression of the banditry in the Irvine Forest, the recovery of the Western Wilderness, and the farms along the line of the Zhishui Lake in the Red Ridge Mountains.

These are all the highest-quality grain-producing areas, coupled with the hard-working people of Stormwind, and the kingdom has sufficient storage, only then can there be enough energy to fight internally and fight for the right to speak.

Drek'tal came to Stormwind City with concerns about the prospects of the orc race, hoping to get the support of the kingdom! He did not expect that the kingdom that once fought together was the scene in front of him...