, two spare war wolves appeared next to Thrall and Thales, while the pale Taresha was wrapped in a bearskin cloak and was protected by Thales behind her. The business lady held her tightly in her hands.

Holding a dagger, he looked at Thrall worriedly.

As smart as she is, she has roughly guessed the situation her brother will face.

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The Frostwolf clan lives in seclusion in another section of the Alterac Valley. For this huge mountain range, this is a very long journey. Thrall followed the Frostwolf orcs all the way north, and after a night of running, until the

At noon the next day, we arrived at the hermitage of the Frostwolf clan.

Behind Thrall, Taresha's little face was already red from the cold, and Thales saw the orcs greeting them in the distance. There were thousands of them. This made the assassin couldn't help but tighten the hilt of the sword in his hand.

, the cold breath coming from the sword made him calm down. He glanced at Taresha worriedly. After jumping off the wolf, he squeezed Taresha's cold hand and motioned for her to stand behind him.

Thrall walked forward under the leadership of the orcs. He had never seen so many orcs gathered together. Even though they had the same face and body shape as him, Thrall could not feel the connection with each other.

And in the front of these orcs, stood a tall orc warrior wearing a linen robe. He was looking at Thrall with a mixture of scrutiny, sadness and warmth. Beside him, there was an old man.

The orc is wearing a traditional shaman robe, with black cloth strips covering his eyes, and his white hair and beard are flying in the wind.

This should be the leader of this group of Frostwolf orcs.

Thrall stood in front of two orcs. Thousands of people stared at him, with joy, doubt, welcome, and disgust. This made Thrall feel heavy pressure, and he even felt a little at a loss.

"May I have your name?"

Orgrim looked at the young orc in front of him, especially the blue eyes that were rare among orcs. He couldn't help but think of his brother who had passed away for almost 10 years. He suppressed the emotions in his heart.

Fluctuation, he asked in a deep voice in human language:

"Tell me, child, what is your name?"

"I...my name is Sal."

Thrall clenched his fists. The oppression brought by the orcs in front of him was too strong. After all, he was only 12 years old.

"No! Your name is not Sal!"

Orgrim's voice became angry:

"Forget the stupid name humans gave you. From now on, you are no longer their slave. Your name is Go'el! Son of the Frostwolf!"

"Bang"

A short knife was thrown at Thrall's feet by Orgrim, and he pointed at Taresha behind Thrall:

"Go, kill her! Then return to your true race!"

"impossible!"

Thrall roared and took a step back. He clenched his fists and fiercely defended Thales and Taresha. Amidst the roars of thousands of orcs, he roared at Orgrim:

"Don't even think about it! You want to hurt her? Then step over my body!"

This move caused the orcs to make noises. With the silent approval of Drek'Thar, the silent great shaman, and under the cold sunshine of the Alterac Valley, the frostwolf orcs spread out, surrounded the city in a circle, and surrounded Alterac Valley.

Grim, Thrall, Thales and Taresha gathered in the center.

They roared in the orc language, beat their chests, and mocked Thrall for his weakness. Amidst the noise, Orgrim arrogantly took his war hammer from the orcs behind him.

The heavy steel warhammer engraved with the wolf head emblem, the warhammer blessed by the elemental spirit, the hammer of destruction.

"You don't want to kill this defenseless human? Fine!"

Orgrim took a step forward and stared at Thrall:

"Then challenge me. As long as you beat me, you can take her away!"
Chapter completed!