The dim morning light of the Ultrarank Valley sprinkled from the high peaks that were towering into the clouds on the east side of the valley, and penetrated the obstacles of the clouds sowed in the tribal camp of the Frost Wolf clan. The faint smoke of cooking fires rose, and the early orc women were busy preparing breakfast for their husbands and children. More than a dozen snow-white frost wolves unique to the Ultrarank Valley were wandering among the camps and started a new day.

Several teams of orc warriors who were watching the night were handed over to their clansmen who came to change their duty and walked quickly to their camp tents. There was a breakfast prepared by his wife to fill their stomachs, and a large bed paved with soft skins and hardwood to relieve fatigue. The entire camp was so quiet and full of vitality. On this peaceful morning, Thar was hurried to the entrance of the Frost Wolf Clan's camp.

It has been several months since Thrall came to the Frost Wolf clan. After going through a lot of hardships, he encountered orc hero Grum* Hellscream and his War Song clan by chance. Finally, under the guidance of Grum* Hellscream, he came to this Frost Wolf clan that resides in the Ultratown Valley. The Frost Wolf clan is his own clan, and the orcs here are his clan members, and he is the son of Durotan!

The initial encounter was not pleasant. In the human world, Thrall, who had been raised as a slave in the shelter for nineteen years, was out of place with this clan that still maintained the most primitive orc customs. For this reason, he was beaten by the clan and mocked by his clans, and was not recognized and accepted by his clans at all. Thrall was even more ashamed of his identity as the son of Durotan, for fear of shame to his parents. In those days, even the life of a frost wolf was easier and more pleasant than him.

But after several months of getting along, Thrall finally changed this situation with his tenacious perseverance and unique charm, and finally gained the acceptance and recognition of the clan, and gained the respect and trust of the clan! Thrall proved that he was still a noble orc, even though he was once the slave of the Blakemore, and proved that he was a trustworthy partner, even if he was raised and taught by humans!

He, Thal, the son of Durotan, had a shameful name, but it did not damage the noble bloodline in his body.

In the past few months of life of the Frost Wolf clan, apart from recognizing his ancestors and finding his own tribe, the biggest change for Thrall was that he began to contact the shamanic way - the ancient inheritance and power of the orcs, and the one who can communicate with the spirit of heaven and earth and nature. Today is his mentor, his guide Drektal, chose the day for Thrall to accept the test of the shamanic inheritance and the spirit of nature.

If Thrall can succeed today, he will become a respected shaman, he will be able to use the power of the spirit of nature to help his tribe, and he will use his own power to rescue those tribes who are still imprisoned in the shelter! He will rekindle their fighting spirit! He will give them freedom!

Some elderly Drektar was a respected shaman with a high status in the Frost Wolf clan. He was the guide and mentor of Thrall on the shaman road. Drektar's eyes were long blind, but this did not damage his greatness and wisdom. This old shaman who observed the world with his heart was wiser than anyone who had seen so far, and many of his words would benefit the young Thrall for life.

At the entrance of the camp, Drektar's sturdy figure was already waiting for him. After Thrall respectfully bowed to his mentor, he followed the old shaman and walked quickly in the thick snow of the Ultratown Valley. After a while, he led Thrall along an frozen ridge to a place that Thrall had never seen before. Drektar waved his hand, and the snow melted rapidly in front of Thrall's eyes, and a wide round stone platform appeared.

"Stand in the middle, Sal, the son of Durotan," Drektar, wearing a black eyebrow, pointed to a round table and spoke to Sal on the side. His voice was no longer as harsh and trembling as before, but filled with power and majesty that Sal had never seen before. Hearing the words of the instructor, Sal walked up nervously.

"Prepare to meet the test of the spirit of nature." The old shaman said that Thrall's heart suddenly tensed.

But nothing happened. Sar waited quietly but nothing happened. A day passed quickly, the sun had completely set, and the stars began to flash. He began to become impatient, even a little angry, but at this moment, a loud voice rang in his mind:

"Patience is the first trial."

Thrall took a sudden breath. The sound rang again.

"I am the spirit of the earth, Sar, the son of Durotan. I am the fertile soil for nurturing fruits and the grass for nurturing creatures. I am the rock and the bones of the world. I am the earth, carrying the vitality of all things. Young orcs petition me!"

"What are you petitioning?" Thrall thought in confusion.

"Knowing what you want is also one of the trials." Thrall felt a strange feeling, as if it was a gentle laugh, which made him panic, but immediately returned to his calmness and taught Drektal. A problem arose in his heart.

"Can you lend me your strength and strength when I need it, for the whole clan and the people we are going to help?"

"Petition!" The answer rang again.

Sal began to pause, and he felt the power rise in his body, just like before, but this was the first time it was not because of bloodthirsty desire. It was so warm and powerful that Sal seemed to feel that he had become the bones of the earth. He could hardly feel the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly, and when the strong fragrance filled his nostrils, he opened his eyes and a huge crack appeared on the ground, and flowers bloomed in every inch of the originally rocky place. This made Sal open his mouth wide in surprise.

"I will help you, for your clan and those you have helped. In fear of me, this force will last forever."

Thrall felt that the power faded, leaving behind his trembling body, shocked by the huge power he had summoned and controlled just now. But before he could recall it, another voice rang in his mind.

"I am the spirit of the wind, Sar, the son of Durotan. I am the breeze that strodes the earth, the air that allows you to breathe freely. I lift up birds, flying insects and dragons, and all the things that dare to shout to challenge me to the heights. Petition!"

Now Thrall knew what to do and asked the same question. This time, the power that filled him was different from the last time: lightness and freedom. Even if he was not allowed to speak, he could not bear the boiling laughter in his heart. He felt the warm wind protecting him, bringing all kinds of fragrance into his nose, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself floating above the ground. Drektal looked like a toy for a child. But Thrall was not afraid. The wind spirit would help him, he petitioned, and it agreed.

Gently, he floated down until he felt his feet step on the hard earth. The wind gently passed by his face and disappeared.

The power filled Thrall again, this time almost in pain. The heat tumbling on his belly, and sweat gushed out from the green skin. He couldn't stop rushing into the snow next to him. The spirit of flame arrived, and he asked for its help again. It answered.

Sar was stunned by the deafening sound above his head, and he looked up. Lightning was dancing dangerously through the night sky. Sar knew that he had ordered it. The flowers that were originally blooming on the cracked earth burned and instantly turned into ashes. This was a dangerous element. Sar felt that this ever-stop flame could make his clan full of vitality forever. Immediately, the flame disappeared, leaving Sar with strength.

Thrall thanked the Spirit of Fire and felt its existence and departure. After so many strange energys took turns to collide in his body, he was very tired, and at the same time he was relieved that only one element was left waiting for him to sense it.

The spirit of water flowed into his body, soothing and cooling the scorching heat left by the spirit of flame. Thrall saw the sea, although he had never seen it before, he opened his heart to explore the unfathomable ocean. Some cold things fell on his skin. He opened his eyes and found that it was snowflakes like goose feathers. He used his mind to turn them into rain, and then gathered them together. The comfortable water spirit in his body was smooth, elegant and powerful, and Thrall said goodbye to it with deep gratitude.

He looked at Drektal, but the old shaman shook his head and said:

"Your trial is not over yet!"

Suddenly, a force hit Thrall, from head to feet, causing him to scream. There is no doubt that the fifth element.

Wild Spirit.

"We are the wild spirits, the essence and soul of all living beings. We are the most powerful, beyond the trembling lands, the rapid winds, the fires of flames, the torrents of water. Say, Thrall, tell us why you think you are worthy of our help?"

Thrall could hardly breathe. He was shocked by the power rushing in his body. He tried hard to open his eyes and saw many white shadows lingering around him. There was a wolf, another goat, an orc, a human, and a deer. He realized that all living things had souls and that it was a hint of despair to control so much power.

But at a speed that he could not imagine, the elves rushed into him. Thrall felt a violent impact in his body, but forced himself to concentrate and give respect to every soul. But this was almost impossible. In the end, Thrall's legs weakened and he knelt down.

A gentle voice rang in the air, and Sar struggled to lift his heavy head like a stone.

They floated around Thrall again, knowing that he had been judged to be qualified. A stag that was both true and illusory leaping around him, Thrall understood that he could not just taste the flesh of his prey, but to feel its soul and thanks for its gift. He felt connected to all orc bloodlines, even the soul of human beings, as noble as Taresa, not as dark and cold as Blackmore. Everything was bright, even if sometimes it was in darkness; all life was connected, and any shaman who did not treat the spirit of the element with the highest awe and interfere with this chain of souls would fail.

Then they disappeared. Thrall completely lost the last bit of strength and fell down. He felt Drektar's hand patting his shoulder and shaking him. The old shaman helped Thrall sit up. Thrall never felt so weak in his life.

"Well done, my child!" said Drektal, his voice trembling with excitement.

"I hope they can accept you... Thrall, you must know. It's been a long time, decades, and decades since the last time the Elemental Spirit accepted an orc shaman! The Spirit of Nature is angry with the warlocks we established the dark contract, and their fallen magic. There are very few shamans, and they are all like my age!"

"The Elemental Spirits have been waiting for a long time for someone worthy of their power; you are the first person to be given such glory in a long time. I thought they would never be with us, but... Thrall, I have never seen a shaman who is stronger than you, and you have only experienced a beginning."

"I...I know those powers feel so powerful, compared to...I'm so small..." Thrall said with difficulty, his voice very light.

"That's what makes you recognized! Durotan and Draka will be proud of you, Sal!" Drektal stretched out his hand and stroked Sal's cheek, saying with a smile on his face.

"Yes, son of Durotan, you will be Durotan's pride!"

A tall figure wearing a heavy bear-skin cloak came behind Thrall and Drektal at some point. His tall and burly muscles were solid and filled with explosive power. A huge war hammer was carried behind him, and he was indescribably domineering. The burly orc nodded to the old shaman Dektal, who bowed respectfully.

"Hellscream said that if I want to save my people and people, I must come here to find my adjutant, an excellent young man. So I came here! My best friend's clan - the Frost Wolf clan!"

"Hello, son of Durotan, young Thal!"

"I'm Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction!"

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"Hog, behind!" Old Tang's roar resounded through Sentinel Ridge in the western wilderness.

Old Tang, who easily used a hideous egg shield to hold several machetes that were slashing sharply, snatched the giant hammer in his hand and threw away a thief behind him. However, he happened to see a thief wearing a red leather mask appearing behind him, and was about to stab the dagger in his hand into the throat of the thief Hogg, who was in a fierce battle.

The zombie who heard Lao Tang reminded him did not turn around, and relied on his agility to squat directly to the left and rolled to avoid the attacker's killing attack. Hogg, who stood up again, made a shrill wolf howl, picked up the flail in his hand and threw it at the waist of the human thief who was intending to attack him just now. Perhaps because he was frightened by Hogg's wolf howl just now, the Defia thief was obviously a little stunned just now. Any small mistake in the battle could be fatal, and a move like him that was stunned in battle was tantamount to self-destruction.

It was this moment of daze that made the Defia thief lose the best opportunity to dodge the zombie Hogg to counterattack, and finally paid the price of his life for his own mistakes. The hammer that Hogg threw up flailed hard on his waist. The barbs on the flail easily pierced the thief's leather armor that had little protection. The power attached to the hammer torn the sneak attacker's waist and ribs into blood.

The seriously injured Defia thief collapsed to the ground due to severe pain. Then the angered Hogg smashed his head with a flail, and the filth mixed with red and white splashed the werewolf. The "God Hogg" who became a little cruel stretched out his bright red tongue and licked the brain and blood that was splattered on the corner of his mouth, and let out a terrifying "hehe" grin that was unique to the zombie, picked up the flail and pounced on the guys wearing the red Defia mask.

Of course, it was not only Lao Tang and Hogg who were in a state of combat, but other members of the caravan also put in full force to hit the attackers of the Defia Brotherhood head-on.

The high elf magic breaker led the healthy wooden-throated bear monster Sharu to form an attack arrow, constantly interspersing and assaulting the formation of the Difia Brotherhood. In particular, the skillful skill of the magic breaker was once again shown. The double-edged sword was fatal with a cold light move, and almost all the brotherhood members who faced the magic breaker were killed with one blow.

In the past two weeks, the human stalker girl's broken arms have been well conditioned by the "wet man" high elf Arcadia Yus who can do everything. At this moment, this cute stalker girl is following the attack arrow composed of the magic breaker and the bear monster and constantly finishing the attacking arrow. She appears from time to time and will bring a handful of blood every time she appears...

"Great Millhouse invites you to popsicle, idiots!" Millhouse* Mana Storm summoned a powerful blizzard, constantly hitting the densest places on the opponent's crowds. The biting ice caused a painful wail, and the ice power attached to the bodies of these bandits, and the movement ability of the frozen body was greatly reduced. He became a live target for the long-range hunter and spell casting profession.

The two-headed ogre Oggar and the little ghost he summoned kept releasing Shadow Arrows and Fireball Techniques to the attacker, and occasionally recited evil and obscure demonic words and used powerful curses to corrupt the enemy's body; the dog-headed gold teeth also held the "mine shovel" staff to concentrate on guiding Fireball Techniques, bombarding members of the Difia Brotherhood.

The left hand of the troll headhunter Abeta Atale has been reconnected with the double blessing of voodoo and the troll's perverted recovery ability, but it is still a bit inconvenient to move. At this moment, the troll headhunter is accurately throwing javelins and cooperating with the dwarf hunter Karu's copper and iron musket bullets, constantly shooting and killing the brotherhood bandits who rushed forward one by one.

The "versatile" bard guided a string of arcane barrage toward the enemy, and then released a dark word to a guy from a caravan near him, and then released a cold and evil shadow arrow to attack the opponent. This exaggerated man who had always given Lao Tang a frivolous impression even played a one-handed sword in Lao Tang's surprised eyes and played swordsmanship. The key is that the high elves are still playing well, forcing a Difia bandit to complain, and they are all busy.

The human swordsman, who was still a little weak, was also waving his hands sword at the moment, and fought in the forefront of the team with the help of the red-skinned gorilla of the dwarf hunter who was fighting a combined fist. A team of human guards wearing rough armor and holding various messy weapons were surrounded by members of the Difia Brotherhood and barely defended themselves. This team of more than a dozen people was basically injured, and several seriously injured human guards in the middle circle of the defensive formation were being escorted in it with a weak look on their faces.

Even so, these seriously injured guys still gritted their teeth and held muskets or crossbows and poured ammunition and arrows towards the enemy from the gaps in the formation. The night elf Druid and Tina* Moonlight transformed into a dark black night blade leopard as early as the beginning of the battle, lurking all the way and running quickly into the protection of this team of human guards.

At this moment, this beautiful girl, full of wild charm and natural breath, was releasing a healing druid spell to heal several seriously injured human guards. Emerald green natural energy continued to pour into their bodies from the wounded, and the originally hideous wound was gradually healing slowly.

"Aha, try the power of goblin bombs! You bandits dare to attack the great business genius, the future Prince of Trade Carent* Gold Coins? Regret! Go and die!"

The bald goblin profiteer kept taking out black goblin grenades and bombs from the engineering bag at his waist, and turned to the crowd of the bandits of the Defia Brotherhood. Their bombs were so angry that they were yelling proudly and arrogantly in the duck's voice. With the guards of the little girl Serena, Blood Feather and "Soy Sauce Dragon" Cromi, he was so surprised that he became a "grenadier". Has the always stingy profiteer spent a lot of money this time? The explosion has not stopped since the beginning of the battle. If this group of bandits did not retreat, the addicted bald goblins might have lost all the inventory in the engineering bag.

The battle came quickly and went quickly. After leaving behind a broken or miserable body, the group of Defia Brotherhood bandits with a hundred or ten people retreated in a panic and fled in a panic towards the northwest. If Old Tang did not flee, which direction would be Yuexi Town, the base camp of the Defia Brotherhood, and the Death Mine.

After the battle, the short hunter also fired a few flares around the caravan to see if there were any fish that had escaped the net and the thieves lurking beside the side to attempt to attack. After a moment, everyone who did not find any danger left behind was relieved.

"Hog! Gold teeth! Come and help me clean up the spoils! This time I lost a lot! Why did I get angry just now and threw so many bombs and grenades? Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!..." As soon as the crisis ended, the goblin businessman rushed to the corpses all over the ground, regardless of the smell and disgust caused by the broken limbs and arms on the ground. From time to time, he took out a few wallets, either holding the gold coins he had plundered and smiling, or holding the shriveled wallet to scold these guys as poor people... Old Tang couldn't laugh or cry.

Old Tang pursed his lips and secretly scolded the profiteer for being embarrassed and looked so stingy. He did not look like a big businessman at all, and even made great money. Flipping the body was obviously something that players in later generations would do. Hearing footsteps from behind, Old Tang turned around and looked at him. He saw a tall human wearing a set of Stormwind City Guards's standard plate armor holding a sword that was exactly as wide as the human swordsman Hua Xi Lev, walking towards him in the company of the swordsman.

"Good, this is Lieutenant Greesh (Note 1), my former comrade-in-arms, and now the garrison officer of Sentinel Ridge." The two came to Lao Tang, and the swordsman took the initiative to introduce the identity of the strong human man next to Lao Tang with a strong and strong aura of resolute and iron.

"Gree, this tauren is the captain of our guard team, a powerful warrior. He killed at least two dozen jungle trolls and three troll tyrants alone in the jungle of Stranglethorn Valley! If it weren't for him that day, you probably wouldn't have seen me now." Then the human swordsman patted his old comrades' back and introduced him to Lao Tang.

"Hello, Taurus! Thank you for your righteous actions! My young men and I owe you a favor. Uh, but I really never thought that I would fight with ogres, werewolves, trolls and kobolds for one day. Uh, in short, thank you for your rescue!" This human lieutenant, who performed well in the battle just now, smiled on his resolute face and took the initiative to extend his hand to Old Tang.

Although the black hair and sighing stubble were neglected to take care of it, it looked a little scattered. The silver-white plate armor and the heavy sword in their hands were well maintained, and it looked like it was wiping and maintaining it frequently. The tall body was straight, and every move was full of rigorous and tough military aura. I didn't care about the corpses on the ground, and the iron-blooded aura of the veteran was fully revealed.

After traveling through time, Lao Tang was sleeping in the military camp and fighting on the battlefield, and always had a good impression of these iron-blooded veterans. Seeing the lieutenant named Greesh, he stretched out his hand, Lao Tang quickly opened his big hand and said in a common language:

"Hello, Lieutenant. Life is always full of surprises, right? No one dares to say who is the eternal enemy! As for helping you fight back the enemy, you're just a little help."

"My name is Good*Titan Power*Horror Totem, I'm glad to know you."

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Note 1: The name is made up... I really didn't go online to see who is the head of Sentinel Ridge. Forgive me for being a tribe!

The registration for provincial civil servants started today. I looked at the job information for a while~~ I only started to write in the evening, so the update was slow~~~~

We will arrive in Stormwind City soon~~This chapter is considered to be a fast-forward direct. The situation of the caravan before and the reasons for this battle will be briefly described in the next chapter.
Chapter completed!