Like the Crazy Wind Clan, the Desolate Clan and the Fang Clan, the hordes Clan, the hordes are all staged one after another in every corner of the Drano Continent. In the north of the Drano Continent, a tribe called the Claw Clan is about to bear, which is completely beyond their imagination.

At the edge of the Broken Ridge Plain, among several stone towers made of gravel, logs, animal skins and flags bound to its surface, formed a primitive and revealing hall. A shaman was staring at the totem pendant in his hand, and a frost wolf skin was completely worn on him. The wolf head was worn like a helmet, and his claws were hanging down from his shoulders. Although the old shaman looked far less powerful than the young fellow tribes around him, the mottled blood on the surface of the iron claws on his right hand still proved that he still retained the courage and cruelty of the past.

Unlike those tribes that chose the power of shadow under the devil's intrigue, Rift Claw has always adhered to the ancient shaman heritage. Although the clan is much smaller than the clans such as Storm Raiders and Chewing Bones, those tribes who are proficient in shamanism have always been the cornerstone of Drano's ancient culture and one of Orgrim's most trusted allies at the time.

"The demon's minions... will follow the expedition to return to Draenor, and death... and destruction... may come at any time!"

Looking at the totem ornament suddenly burned into charcoal by the bursting flame tongue, the old shaman immediately showed uncontrollable fear in his eyes, and the trembling voice quickly spread the uneasy mood to the entire hall.

Just as all kinds of noises were spitting out from the mouths of the surrounding orcs, an extremely burly orc stood up and strode to the shaman and said dissatisfiedly: "Even if those weak and timid humans won for a moment by conspiracy, they would only delay their conquest by us. Sooner or later, we will kill their warriors, burn their homes, and swallow and chew their babies and wives with their howlings and screams!"

The desolation of the Draenor continent and the lack of food made them regard all creatures that do not belong to their own race as food. This has nothing to do with justice or evil, but just the primitive and bloody habits of the tribe clan.

"That rich continent is just our hunting ground, food, weapons and slaves, and everything is so sufficient to grab when needed."

"A superior life will definitely corrode all your courage. Do they still have the courage to chase and take revenge?"

"Old Chief, have you lost your courage? If the shaman can only make people escape cowardly, then it is better to choose the power of the shadow!"

Although the old shaman has a high reputation and status in the Claw Clan, the orc warrior's words still survived the recognition of most tribesmen. The old orcs were immersed in the glory of the past and could not extricate themselves. The warriors who were too old to accept the old shaman's remarks, and even questioned the shaman's way that the clan had always insisted on. Although the doubt was soon overwhelmed by a lot of rebukes, the opposition to his remarks became increasingly greater. Looking at the excited and angry tribe members in front of him, the old shaman could only swallow the escape proposal that he had originally been about to say, and sighed helplessly...

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Just as the orcs of the Claw Clan made their own remarks, shouting loudly about how fragile humans are. When they dominated by them, the bonfire in the middle of the hall instantly turned blue. The originally warm fire now brought only cold. This was not purely the chill caused by the low temperature, but as gloomy as deep in the tomb. There was even a layer of frost on the wooden beams and corner stones in the hall. The shrill smile that sounded out of thin air made the cold seep into the heart more and more.

The orcs of the Claw Clan, who were already excited, were immediately angry when the cold cold penetrated into their bodies. They stood up and roared loudly after dying. A little orange-red light was also emitted from the old shaman along with the war songs. However, this did not dispel the abnormality in the hall. A series of yin winds replaced frost from the gaps between the rocks. The holes in the animal skins continued to pour into it. The rotten aura mixed in it made some mold spots and ulcers that represented the highest level of the body spread around.

"Okava! What's wrong with you, Okava..."

There was no violent energy fluctuation at all, nor any traces of external erosion. A cleft-clawed orc warrior felt a dizzy feeling just as soon as he took a step. Not only did his eyes gradually become blurred, but the sound from his ears became lighter. He could barely hear his companion's shout and fell into darkness and silence. After falling heavily on the ground, his whole body immediately fell into violent pulling out, and his breathing frequency became more and more rapid.

The sound of the hoarse breathing sound lasted for less than two seconds and stopped. The increasingly stiff and cold limbs and body stopped trembling. The heart beating in his chest had stopped forever.

"Damn, damn, damn! I..."

The curse of the other two orc warriors in wolf-skin just came out, and their heads suddenly exploded. Although they were covered by the wolf-headed helmet, blood still splashed out with their brains. The explosive blood marks made the originally only staying in the strange environment become weird and ferocious.

The originally noisy hall suddenly calmed down in front of these three sudden deaths. Even the whimpering sound of the whimpering wind could be heard clearly. The old shaman's previous words appeared again at this moment, but the feeling in his heart was completely different...

"The cold evil, the Claw Clan will never be afraid, will never shrink, and will never compromise. Pay the price for your evil behavior!"

After the old shaman slowly said such words, the storm whip totem composed of spiritual light appeared around him, and dazzling lights intersected in the air, and enveloped the entire air like ripples. Under the tearing of the power of thunder, the shadow crack from the sub-space, and a human figure that seemed to be completely made of painted black shadow substance appeared above the hall of the Crack Clan.

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