Cat Princess and Human Knight

Durotan could only watch helplessly as one brave warrior after another ascended the altar, eagerly drinking the powerful gift from the gods.

In the end, he returned to his tent dejectedly, only to find that someone had been waiting for him there for a long time.

The blind Drek'Thar is a hairless cat, a shaman of the Frostfang Clan, and Durotan's strategist and advisor.

Durotan sat down in front of Drek'Thar and said dejectedly.

"I failed. Ner'zhul fought back against my tradition with hope, and I was powerless to refute it."

The Earth Mother Goddess has completely lost faith in the nomadic cats. All the shamans have lost the Mother Goddess's response, and the nomadic cats have fallen into despair.

Therefore, even knowing that the Dark God might have ill intentions, the nomadic cats had no choice but to take a gamble.

In the face of life and death, clinging to tradition is meaningless.

Drek'Thar looked at Durotan with his blind eye, which was covered by a strip of cloth, and spoke slowly.

"Nyorzu is lying."

It wasn't the behavior of the nomadic cats that disappointed the Mother Goddess and caused her to abandon us, but rather some other force that obscured her attention, causing all the shamans to lose their connection with her.

Durotan's dejected expression froze instantly. He looked at the blind advisor and asked earnestly.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Drexel sighed.

"The power of the Dark God has enveloped us, and the Earth Mother is unable to answer the calls of all shamans and openly thwart the plots of Darkclaw and Ner'zhul."

But she had the ability to overcome obstacles and deliver revelation to only one shaman.

Durotan's eyes sharpened.

"You were that shaman?"

Drexel smiled wryly.

"The Mother Goddess's trust fills me with both fear and honor; I have seen a future filled with tragedy in the revelation."

The Earth Mother is looking at us with sorrowful eyes, her gaze telling me that things shouldn't have turned out this way.

The future of the nomadic cats is bleak. I see the extraordinary power of humanity wrapped in the destructive power of the Dark God, like poison wrapped in a sugar shell.

The Dark God will not allow the nomadic cats to be reborn; he is destroying their future.

Durotan stood up.

"I'm going to tell them the truth!"

Drexel shook his head.

"It's no use."

You cannot prove that what I say is true, nor can you prove why all the shamans fail to receive a response from the Mother Goddess, except for me.

Durotan's stiff body began to tremble, his anger growing with Drek'Thar's grief, and he spoke with unwavering resolve.

"The Frostfang Clan will not follow us south!"

I'm going to the scree hills to tell them everything that happened there, and to undo the damage as much as possible!

Drek'Thar looked up at Durotan and spoke slowly.

"You will be seen as a traitor by the nomadic cats, rejected by all the clans, and forever nailed to the pillar of shame."

"Durotan said calmly."

"But this is something I have to do."

Look at them, look at those brave warriors who resolutely drank the green liquid.

They are us.

The nomadic cats had nothing and were not afraid of losing anything more. The only thing they could not lose was their sense of clan honor, otherwise they would truly lose the courage to live.

Ner'zhul and that Darkclaw are trampling on our traditions, trampling on our honor, turning our warriors into mindless cannon fodder, mere tools.

I cannot forgive.

If the nomadic cats are destined to perish, then let them die gloriously, rather than be dragged into the abyss by conspiracies and schemes, causing their warriors to sink into eternal damnation.

I will go to the Shattered Hills to warn them, tell them everything that's happening there, and let them prepare so that the Dark God's plot will fail!

Drek'Thar fell silent. He admired Durotan's courage and knew he was right, but in the face of harsh reality, not everyone had the courage to do the right thing.

Just then, Durotan suddenly turned around, drew his sword, and stabbed at a corner of the tent.

The sharp blade pierced the tent, and the force of the charge propelled Durotan through the fabric, slamming him hard into the eavesdropper.

Durotan grabbed a small gray cat by the throat and pinned it to the ground. In the distance, the bonfire was still blazing with revelry, and Ner'zhul on the altar was still distributing the gifts of the dark god.

The gray cat glared at Durotan and hissed in a low voice.

"I heard you. You're going to inform on us at the Shattered Hills. You shameless traitor."

The High Chieftain is right. You damned bastard, you were never one of us. You and your clan will pay the price for your stupidity.

Black blood trickled from the corner of the gray cat's muttering mouth. Durotan pried open its mouth, but it was too late. The lurking spy had already bitten open the poison sac in its mouth and died from poisoning.

If he had already decided to commit suicide, why would he say such nonsense to Durotan? Or perhaps, these words weren't actually meant for Durotan at all?

Durotan looked up in surprise and saw a dark figure darting away into the distance. It was his companion who was providing cover for Grey Cat on the outer perimeter. He must have heard Grey Cat's last words.

Releasing his grip on the dead gray cat's throat, Durotan stood up. The escaped cat had gone too far for him to catch.

Behind him, through the gap in the tattered tent, stood Drektal, his brow furrowed.

Durotan decisively pulled out a crest from his robes, handed it to Drek'Thar, and gave the order.

"You and all the Frostfang Clan warriors here shall return immediately and move the clan north."

Bearing this emblem of the Northern Icebound Knights, I mount my snow leopard and head towards the frozen wastelands to seek the protection of the Frostwhisper royal family.

Durotan stared bitterly at the family crest, which depicted a crouching two-headed owl atop a cracked ice cross.

Over the years, he has resisted his origins, denied his bloodline, and only wished to be a pure clan cat.

But when faced with life and death, he could only pin his hopes for protecting the clan on his dishonorable origins, which he was unwilling to mention.

Drektal gripped the emblem and asked.

"And what about you?"

"Durotan said in a deep voice."

"I am going to the Shattered Hills to complete the mission entrusted to the Frostfang Clan by the Earth Mother."

"The nobles of the gravel hills will not believe you, and you will be executed as a spy."

"Perhaps, but as a traditional clan cat and a faithful follower of the Earth Mother Goddess, this is something I must do."

right?

As the only shaman to receive revelation from the Earth Mother Goddess, you should be very proud of our clan.

In the endless darkness, Mother Earth chose us; she trusted us, and this trust must not be betrayed.

The nomadic cats may perish, but our honor must not be tarnished; the dark god's conspiracy must be exposed!

"You're right, Durotan, you will become a new legend on the boundless plateau."

Your name may be buried in the long history, unknown to anyone, but your achievements will live on forever and be with us.

May Mother Earth bless you, the greatest chieftain, Durotan.