My patriarch Drake Tardow shocked durotan. Shaman’s voice was shaking. My patriarch Naiozu said that the mother of Zhenkashur confirmed his words.

Another Frostwolf shaman nodded and durotan stared at them. There is only one person left in Dulong, the mother world of Kashuer clan, who can be trusted. That is the wise old orc. He remembered that day he felt the cool air in that wonderful cave, and every part of every organization listened and observed, while Kashuer’s mother was talking to someone he couldn’t see but knew it was talking to.
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Mother Kashuer said that Delaney people are our enemies. He said that he could hardly believe his ears.
Drake tal nodded.
Now it’s time for clan leaders to listen to their shaman’s words, just like durotan. Nai Ozu said, we will continue at dusk, when the clan leaders will tell me what you think. These are things that you all know and believe. Ask them what they see.
The crowd gradually dispersed, and the members of Frostwolf clan slowly walked back to the camp, carefully changing their eyes and returning to the camp. They sat in circles and everyone turned their attention to Draktar.
Delaney is by no means our friend. He speaks slowly and carefully about my clan leader. I know that you, the Blackstone clan’s destruction hammer, stayed at their roof. I know that you think highly of them. I know that they seem to have saved your life that day, but let me ask you something. You really don’t feel anything wrong.
Durotan recalled that the ogre roared and waved his big stick. He recalled that the Delaney people saved him now. Ogram was so present that they didn’t come home when dusk was coming. It happened that this thought made him uncomfortable for a while.
It’s not too harsh for him to frown, but
You’re frowning, my clan leader. Then can I take it that your naive faith in them has been shaken?
Durotan didn’t answer or look at his chief shaman. He was staring at the ground. He didn’t want to do this, but he still tried to stop doubt from climbing into his heart like the cold fingers of fog and frost in the morning
In memory, he once again talked to Lesterland. We have changed a lot in the past 200 years, he said.
Yes, Lestland replied, we have watched the orcs become more and more advanced in strength, skill and talent, and you have left a deep impression on us.
He felt a pain again, as if the compliment was a carefully packaged insult, as if the Delaney people thought they were superior, although their skin was weird, their blue legs were no different from those of Tubu sheep, and their tails were shiny, and their blue hoofs were not as long as those of orcs.
Go ahead, chief. What do you think of?
Dulong spoke rudely about the Delaney just in time, about Lesterland’s almost arrogant remarks, and about the prophet Willem. He asked us a lot of questions and it was definitely not just small talk. He really seemed to want to know about the orcs.
Of course he wants to know about us, Draktal said. That’s a great opportunity. They’ve been planning to attack us since they came into this world. So it’s a great coincidence to find two innocent children, durotan, who need everything.
Ancestor’s soul won’t lie to them, especially at this important time. Dulong confessed. Now, recalling what happened that day and night, the suspicious place of Willem’s behavior is becoming more and more obvious. But does Ogram Dulong Tan feel that such strong letters are all false? Is Willem really good at camouflage to that extent?
Durotan bowed his head.
Some of me still doubt my friends, he said quietly, but I won’t put a race in danger because of my personal thoughts. Nero Zu didn’t ask us to fight every day. He asked us to train, observe, be prepared and be more United. I will do this. Frostwolf clan has saved the future of orcs.
He looked at every worried face in turn, some were friends and some like Draktar Dellacqua were loved ones.
Frost Wolf clan will prepare for war Chapter
How easily fear can be turned into hatred? Yes, it’s a natural response that can protect me. We ignore the differences that everyone has in common. My skin is green, and you are pink, and I have fangs. You have long ears, and my skin is smooth, and you are covered with fur, and I breathe. You are not. We are obsessed with this kind of thing, so the Burning Legion will never be defeated. Then I will never unite with Jaina Proudmoore or fight side by side with elves. Then my people will not be able to live today, let alone be forgotten and allied with the tauren.
That’s how we treated Delaney people. Our skin was reddish brown and they were blue. We had long feet and they had hooves and tails. We used to live in a closed house, but our life was short, and no one could tell how long Delaney people lived.
Nobody cares about their polite and frank attitude towards us. Nobody cares about them. We used to teach us to share everything we asked for. None of these things mattered because we heard the ancestors’ voices and saw how different they really were.
Every day I pray for wisdom and let me guide my people. In that prayer, I also pray that I will never be confused by those critical differences.
Almost every clan was trained when the children were six years old, but in the past, although the training was very serious, it was also very easy. In the past, weapons were used to hunt, not to fight against intelligent creatures with the same weapons, skills and technological advantages. In the past, many hunters could easily catch their prey, while young beasts used to spend a lot of time playing and simply enjoying their youth.
That scene is gone no more.
Nero Zu joined forces with a race to get a response letter. The wolves came and went to deliver the message. The wolves were exhausted. One day, a clever guy proposed to train the blood eagle to deliver the letter. It was a real effort to implement this plan, but gradually durotan became used to seeing red birds flying to other people in the Draktar clan. He appreciated the idea. The war plan was implemented smoothly. They needed everyone’s hands.
Spears, bows, arrows and axes are very effective for animals, but they need other weapons and equipment to deal with Delaney people. Armor is important. In the past, blacksmiths and leatherworkers were all committed to making armor against sharp claws and fangs. Now they must make armor against swords and swords. There were only a handful of people who used to know forging technology. Now every blacksmith master is teaching dozens of raw hammers to hit the quenching hiss day and night in the blacksmith’s shop. Several people waved miners’ hoes to dig weapons and armor from the ground. The necessary materials used to be hunted when needed, but now they have become daily workers.
The children who are preparing to be trained in a row are really very young to the teacher durotan. He thinks of the scene where his father taught him axe and spear. What would his father think when he saw that these hands had never been armed and were almost crushed by shiny plate armor?
Dellacqua touched him on the back. Today, when they met, they made a courtesy greeting, because he didn’t want to wave a little during the war training, but she always saw through his mind when talking.