Panda’s Self-cultivation

As the boat moved closer and closer to Northrend, Thrall became a little uneasy.

He became more and more worried about what his people would think of him. Although he knew his identity from the mouth of an orc slave, after all, he was raised by humans from the bottom up, even most of the concentration camps. The orcs saw their own eyes were strange.

Seemingly aware of Thrall's worry, Rogosh put his hand on his shoulder, and the breeze began to gently blow around Thrall, allowing Thrall to slowly relax.

A flat boat carried a group of four people across the ocean and took them to the Howling Fjord in Northrend while Orgrim was still hiding in Tibet.

In a sheltered natural harbor, the four got off the boat.

"There is our city in front of this port, named Durotar, named after your father. He is a great warrior-but unfortunately, you may not be anymore."

Logosh’s words made Thrall a little strange. He didn’t understand why the wise shaman wanted to deny himself, but out of respect, he did not respond fiercely-as a result, Logosh looked very pleased. And it is certain that Thrall will not be like his father.

After a certain distance, Logosh turned to the left over a hill and came to a plain.

A tall city wall appeared in front, with a prominent guard tower on the wall.

"-Ka!" Logosh excitedly waved his hands to the guard on the guard tower, and the spirit of the wind obeyed his call and blew the flags on both sides of the guard tower.

A steel shield was painted on the red flag. The shield was extremely thorny on all sides, and there was a diamond-shaped trace in the center of the shield—it looked like a hot red stone.

The blue flag is painted with a wolf head, surrounded by wolf teeth and fur, and the background is three crossed spears.

"Did you see those two flags?" Rogosh stretched out his hand. "The red side belongs to the Blackstone clan, and the blue one belongs to our Frostwolf clan. It is under the banner of that side, and we hunt for generations. , Fight, and pursue glory."

At this time, Eitrigg had tears in his eyes—he didn’t know that the Blackfang clan formed by the Black Hand brothers had regained the name of Blackstone under Drek’tal’s (bi) persuasion (po). , This old sword saint never thought that one day he would still see Blackstone's battle flag.

Now, the banner of the Blackstone clan is flying with the Frostwolf, which at least proves that the Blackstone clan has overcome the negative emotions brought by the blood of the devil!

Eitrigg's guess was correct.

At that time, the Blackfang Orc was suddenly kicked out of the Blackstone Tower by the drunk wind, and through the teleportation array came to the vast ice field in the Dragonbone Wilderness.

In order to survive, the unprepared Blackfang Orcs reunited.

On the cold ice field, the Blackfang Orcs hunted together during the day and held a group for warmth at night. They re-experienced the blue strands of the road that the orcs' ancestors experienced in Draenor.

Difficulties and struggles calmed the blood of the violent demons in their bodies, and the Blackfang Orcs recovered their traditions.

Reindeer, snow monster, mammoth...

The united Blackfang Orcs can hunt more and more objects. They hunted while migrating eastward. After they passed through the Grizzly Hills and arrived at Howling Fjord, a year had passed.

The whole year's journey was like a pilgrimage to the Blackfang clan. The countless winds, frosts and sufferings made the Blackhand brothers grow a lot, and finally under the witness of Drek'Thar, they restored the name of Blackstone, Heshuang The werewolves settled together in Howling Fjord.

The gate on the city wall slowly opened, and Rogosh walked in front.

"Thar, welcome home."

Come back home……

Thrall almost burst into tears. He had never dared to expect that he would have a home with a group of free people.

But now, he saw everything he could not imagine before.

There are tall orc buildings everywhere, and even the white snow cannot hide their hideousness, and there are even the corpses of the ancestor dragon hanging on the spikes at the top of a few buildings.

Not far away, many orc women were busy cutting up a huge mammoth corpse. Among them, a female orc complained to the male orc nearby that they were inaccurate and damaged the skin-while the orc male was smirking. Invite her to hunt with herself next time.

Seeing the arrival of a newcomer, a few little frost wolves ran up curiously. Behind them, the adult frost wolves began to cry up to the sky: "Woo-"

The little Frostwolf also started to howl: "Aw, ヾ(≧o≦)〃嗷嗷~" There was a milk cavity in the voice, but it was already a bit fierce.

Several little orcs also ran out of the house and found their little Frostwolf. The man and the wolf began to roll on the ground.

A clinking iron was heard from a large house in the distance, and with a harsh "hiss--" a white smoke came out.

The guard greeted him, stroking his chest and saluting Logosh.

At this time, Eitrigg looked at the little orc, already knelt down in the snow, he kissed the earth reverently, and murmured thanks for everything.

Thrall was so surprised that he couldn't speak. Although this was the first time he saw him, he was already certain in his heart that this is what the orcs should be like!

And Old Fording, who was at the end, was even more emotional.

From the eyes of these little orcs, he only saw purity-eyes are the window of the soul, and the paladin now believes more and more that orcs are not all bastards.

At this moment, an old shaman with black cloth strips over his eyes rushed out of the largest building.

"Guyle, is it you Guyle?" He ran straight to Thrall. "I heard the elements say that Logosh is back. Did Logosh bring you back?"

"This is Drek'tal, my teacher, our acting chief-he is a great shaman."

Thrall had already embraced Drek'tal tightly.

"Like ~www.ltnovel.com~ It's like—Guyle, your body and taste are almost exactly the same as your father."

Thrall did not correct his name any more. After seeing the real orcs, he felt that in front of the tribe, his name should be Guyle.

That night, Thrall ate the food of the orcs for the first time: sea bream sashimi, raw squid feet, grilled mammoth meat, wild deer tendons...

At the dinner table, Drektal sang the old ballad of the orcs in a rare occasion.

Later it became a cantata, and even Eitrigg began to scream and pull his neck.

Everyone was very happy-except for Old Fording.

It's not that he can't see the orcs live well, but that he hasn't eaten at all. After all, the table is full of **** and half-baked food, which is still a bit difficult for humans...

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The custom of orcs, inviting to hunt together is similar to proposing marriage, haha... (to be continued.)