Menethil's Power

Chapter 291 The Hope of the Clan (Pretending to Add More)

Thrall stroked the back of Xuege's neck, then turned over and rode on its back, "Let's go." He said to Palka.

As the most respected elder shaman of the clan, Drek'Thar's residence is a huge natural cave in the southernmost part of the village. Thrall and Palka rushed over quickly, and the high-speed running warg left behind on the snow. There are two long traces.

Soon they arrived at the destination, Thrall patted Xuege's neck to let him find Drek'Thar's mount, Old Whisper, and then looked at Palka, "Master Prophet told you to go in alone." Pal Ka said.

Thrall walked into the cave, and the burning fire warmed his whole body. He found that not only the old shaman was here alone, but two strangers.This is very strange, because the Frostwolf clan settled on the snow-capped mountains, and there are very few guests except the snow monster White Bear.

The two new orcs were also looking at Thrall. It could be seen that they were the kind of strong and powerful warriors. Even in such a cold weather, their clothes were very rough, except for the shoulder armor and a few Apart from a piece of armor, there is no extra clothing on the upper body.They were clearly battle-hardened, with scars all over their black-green skin, and one had a broken tusk.

Thrall noticed that their beards and hairs had already shown signs of graying, so they didn't look much younger than Drek'Thar. This also made him a little surprised. After all, there are not many long-lived orcs. Bits are the precious wealth of the clan.

"Mentor, here I come." Thrall said respectfully to Drek'Thar.

The old shaman nodded slightly, his eyes were cloudy, and he obviously lost his vision very early, but this did not affect Drek'Thar too much, instead it enabled him to see some unknown stuff, and thus became a revered prophet.

The old shaman seemed to want to introduce these two visitors to Thrall, but he was interrupted before he could speak, "Ah, you are Thrall, right?" One of the two orcs suddenly said, with a broken fang He stood up, his head almost touching the top of the cave, "To be honest, I'm a little disappointed, you look like a human being, wretched and weak." His brown eyes narrowed, showing contempt of light.

It is very irritating to be underestimated for no reason, Thrall also narrowed his eyes, "Although I was raised by humans, this did not damage my courage and strength as an orc. On the contrary, I learned It has acquired the knowledge of human beings, so it becomes more powerful."

"Strong? It seems that you have learned the ability of human beings to speak big words." The Broken Tooth Orc glanced at Thrall's black warhammer, "Can you swing this warhammer? Or do you just carry it?" Emboldened?" he asked defiantly.

"I have been using it since I was ten years old." Thrall said in a deep voice, he already had some anger, "Hundreds of powerful creatures have died under this war hammer."

"Killing hundreds of pigs is not something to boast about." The Broken Tooth Orc shook his head, "You are far behind your father. You can't do anything big, but you can brag about yourself."

Thrall took a few steps closer to the old orc on the opposite side, "I only found out about my background a month ago, but I never thought of taking advantage of my father's fame, and I will never let him be ashamed." He said growled.

"There is no evidence for what you say, and you have to take actual actions." The Broken Tooth Beastman chuckled, walked out of the cave, stood in the snow, and hooked his fingers at Thrall, "Come on, convince me, let me Know that you are a true orc. To be fair, you may use your warhammer, but I will not use any weapons."

"Brox!" Another orc who had been silent for a long time finally spoke. It was a very thick voice. He called out the name of the Broken Tooth orc, and seemed to want to stop him.

Brox waved his hand casually, "Don't worry, I have my measure." He still looked at Thrall, "Why? Don't you dare? Are you really a despicable slave just like your name?"

The name Thrall means slave in Common.

"The purpose of keeping this name is to let myself remember this shameful past forever." Thrall replied, and he also walked out of the grotto, with angry flames burning in his eyes, "I know you are a powerful warrior, But that doesn't mean you can insult me ​​casually, I accept this fight."

He didn't get too excited to ask the opponent to use weapons. He could feel the aura of Brooks that made him palpitate, the cold aura that remained unchanged in the face of mountains of corpses and seas of blood after many battles.

Brooks just stood there casually, as if his whole body was full of flaws.Thrall put on a fighting stance, roared, and swung the hammer in his hand to launch an attack.

Brox didn't move until Thrall was completely close. He just punched Thrall lightly and broke Thrall's posture. Then he hit his shoulder, and the young orc flew back at a faster speed, hitting heavily fell on the snow.

"The strength and speed are not bad, but the reaction is a bit slow." Brooks commented, his breath turned into mist, and he waved his fist lightly, "Again! Boy!"

Thrall stood up slowly, shaking off the snowflakes stained on his body. He felt very painful, the pain that his body seemed to be falling apart. The old orc named Brox in front of him was simply a humanoid tyrannosaurus, just a humanoid tyrannosaur. With a slight collision, Thrall felt that he had internal injuries.

Extremely powerful and extremely dangerous, this is Thrall's evaluation of Brox. He has experienced hundreds of battles in the arena, but he has never encountered an enemy with such power. He feels like he was the first Facing an adult mammoth in the arena once, this is a desperate situation that is difficult to resist. However, Thrall's heart suddenly calmed down, and he no longer had any anger. He has already understood one point. In terms of combat power, Brock Si does have the right to insult him,

Thrall had been asked to hold out for half an hour when he faced the Mammoth five years ago, but now he wasn't about to back down.Thrall began to concentrate, feeling the elements around him, and the air flow began to circulate around him.Brox watched with interest not far away, as if he didn't intend to interrupt Thrall's spellcasting.

The ice and snow began to gather, forming a lifelike Frost Wolf in front of Thrall. The huge wave roared, carrying a large amount of ice fog, and rushed towards Brox.

"Interesting trick." Brooks still swung his fist, and the Frost Wolf began to shatter from its head bit by bit before it rushed in front of him. It became a vast expanse of whiteness, blocking everyone's sight.

A whistling sound approached, and Brox subconsciously caught it, but found that it was just an ice puck. At almost the same time, a black warhammer with lightning flashing suddenly hit his head, and Brox subconsciously raised his hand Blocking, but he is unarmed after all, so he cannot completely evade such a close-range attack.

The warhammer came into close contact with Brox's face, and the thunder light exploded. The brief dizziness caused Brox to retreat several steps, and then he lost his standing and fell into the snow.But he quickly stood up, shook his head, not only did not show any displeasure, but laughed out loud.

"Nice shot! Thrall!" This was the first time he officially called Thrall by name. "Use spells as cover to launch a real attack. I admit I didn't foresee your tactics. If we have equal The power of old Brooks is now a corpse!"

Thrall was a little confused, so he didn't understand why the attitude of the old orc warrior in front of him had changed so drastically. Could it be that his IQ was affected by the hammer just now?
Brox turned to look at his companion and Drek'Thar, "I thought he'd end up being another prophet, but I was wrong, he's still a warrior! He applies elemental spells to battle, This is exactly what a true warrior would do, using all available power to win!" said the old orc warrior very excitedly.

"Okay, Brox." Another orc warrior who seemed more stable walked up to Thrall. His body was as tall as Brox's, and the faces of the two were quite similar. "Let me introduce myself, I am Varok Sarfar, the leader of the Thunder King clan, he is my brother Brocks, you must have seen it by now, Brocks was just testing you."

"Test?" Thrall felt a little unbelievable. "We are just meeting for the first time. What are you going to test me for?"

"Because you are Durotan's son, and you possess this hammer, we must determine whether you are entitled to use it."

Thrall didn't understand why these people paid attention to their weapons many times. "This warhammer is a weapon that humans gave me. I have been training with it since I was seven years old," he said.

"It seems that those humans didn't tell you the true origin of this warhammer." King Saurfang looked straight at Thrall, "It is the Doomhammer, the weapon of Orgrim, the last great chief of the tribe. The Doomhammer family has been passed down from generation to generation, and it is not just 'hundreds of powerful creatures' that have fallen under its hammer, but countless enemies that threaten the survival of the orcs."

Doomhammer... Thrall was in shock, until now he really knew this weapon he had used for many years, and at the same time he had great doubts, the human prince named Isaacs came from What kind of intention would give the weapon of the orc warchief to him who was still a child at that time?
"There is an ancient prophecy about this hammer, that the last of Doomhammer's heirs will use it to bring redemption and then destruction to the orcs. Then it will be passed on to those outside the Blackrock clan, and everything will change again , it will also be used for righteous causes again. Now, the first half of the prophecy has been fulfilled. Although Orgrim helped us get rid of the Shadow Council, the Horde is still perishing at his hands. As for the second half of the language... ..." Drek'Thar said leisurely, his cloudy eyes were facing Thrall.

"The current situation of the orcs is not good, perhaps it can be said that it has reached the worst point. A large number of our compatriots are being enslaved by humans, while the free orcs are in a state of disunity. The Frostwolf clan is in Alterac, and our Thunder King Clans survive in the Hinterlands and Arathi Highlands, and Grom's Warsong clan has always been active in the Strait. Humans have never relaxed their siege on us. We must unite to change this situation, so we need A new warchief," added Brox.

Thrall felt that his throat was a little dry, "So you think this person...is me?" He asked with some difficulty.

"Yes, we can be sure now." Saurfang said firmly: "Your performance in the Frostwolf Clan shows that you are still a true orc, and you have also shown that you are not inferior to your father's wisdom And courage, although you are still very immature and need to grow up, but the choice of Doomhammer cannot be wrong, the soul of this weapon has chosen you."

Thrall subconsciously raised the Hammer of Doom. This hammer made of black stone did not reflect light at all, and it was dark even in the sun.

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