As they continued deep into the Alterac Snow Mountains, Sarlayan had been discussing the future layout with Danmaku.
When Sharlayan returned from the Shadow Realm, it was January 14th year of the Black Gate. Thrall fled, and when Alterac captured Durnholde, it happened to be late February.
The Kingdom of Alterac is located in the northern hemisphere and has a relatively cold climate.
Even though spring has entered, there is still continuous wind and snow in the majestic snow-capped mountains. Every time you encounter a snowstorm, you need to stop moving forward and find a shelter from the wind as soon as possible to rest temporarily.
Not every orc can adapt to the cold climate in the snowy mountains. After escaping from Durnholde, most of these orcs were in ragged clothes.
Although Sarlayan purchased a batch of cotton clothes in nearby Tarren Mill, due to the large number of refugees from Durnholde who fled here, Tarren Mill did not have much inventory for sale, only about 100 sets in total.
The orc warriors under Guyin'er consciously gave up their cotton clothes to their weaker companions, while the others only wore thin linen clothes.
Although the orcs tried their best to support each other, when Sarlayan and his party finally arrived at the door of the Frostwolf clan's retreat, there were still dozens of orcs left behind.
Some died in their sleep due to the severe cold, and some lost contact with the large troops due to the sudden snowstorm and were lost in the snow-capped mountains.
There were also some unlucky ones who were unprepared and were taken away by a combination of punches from the snow monsters that suddenly jumped out and attacked them, dragging their feet back to their lair.
Due to the special care of Guyin'er and Sarlayan, Taresha, who was the weakest, did not encounter any danger. She was wrapped in a thick cotton coat and was always protected in the center of the team.
Finally seeing the two Frostwolf flags planted in the snow, all the orcs, including Guyin'er, breathed a sigh of relief.
The nearly month-long survival journey in the snowy mountains was not an easy one. The orcs, who were already weak due to the demon's blood curse, were suffering from hunger and cold. They desperately wanted to find a place sheltered from the wind and snow to raise a warm bonfire and have a good meal. pause.
"stop!"
"Whoosh!"
Two rough-made feather arrows were suddenly inserted into the snow in front of Guyin'er, which was full of warning.
The "enemy" who didn't know where he was hiding threatened in a low tone: "No matter which clan you come from, the Frostwolves do not welcome any outsiders, and we do not want to get involved in any disputes. Leave! Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless."
"etc!"
Guyin'er raised the swaddling cloth that he had wrapped himself in when he was a child above his head, and loudly said to the Frostwolf warriors who had driven him away: "I am a member of the Frostwolf clan, and these warriors are all my followers!"
"Please let me meet the shaman Drek'Thar. I have information about the Frostwolf Chief Durotan to tell him!"
"Durotan?!"
The Frostwolf warrior hiding in the darkness of the snow was obviously surprised, and he discussed it with his companions beside him.
"I have arranged for a messenger to inform the chief shaman. Boy, I hope you are not just talking nonsense."
The Frostwolf clan, which lives in seclusion in the snowy mountains, does not know that Durotan and Draka have already died.
However, those two people had been missing for many years, and many Frostwolf clan members were already prepared in their hearts. They just stubbornly held on to the last glimmer of hope, hoping that they would come back one day.
Guyin'er didn't want to disclose his identity in such a crowded place, as it would be embarrassing if he wasn't recognized by the Frostwolf clan.
The two aliens, Sarlayan and Talesa, were very conspicuous among the large number of orcs. Luckily for Talessa, once she was wrapped in thick cotton clothes, as long as she did not take the initiative to reveal her identity, the Frostwolf clan could easily not notice her.
Sarlayan was still wearing the adventurer's single clothes commonly used in spring and autumn in the cold snow. Compared with other orcs who were shivering from the cold, there was no sign of discomfort on his expression, which made him stand out from the crowd.
While waiting for the Frostwolf messenger to return, Sarlayan could clearly feel eyes constantly glancing towards him.
"Ha~"
Tracing the direction of the owner of his gaze in reverse direction, Sarlayan smiled meaningfully at the Frostwolf warrior hiding in the snow cave.
"Hiss~"
The Frostwolf warrior, who was covered in animal skins, felt a chill in his back and subconsciously took a breath of cold air.
"He found me?! Who... is this guy?"
The Frostwolf clan has not participated in the war between the Horde and the Alliance, so they have never seen the high elves.
Another female Frostwolf warrior observed Sarlayan's pointed elf ears curiously.
"What a handsome man, but he is too thin and does not suit my taste."
Although the female Frostwolf warrior talked to herself in a low voice, Sarlayan still caught her thoughts with his keen hearing and rolled his eyes angrily.
'Thank you for speaking out. Fortunately, I am not within the hunting range of the orcs. '
Growing up among the beauties of the high elves, Sarlayan's horizons have long been raised very high.
A beauty like Jaina, who is among the most beautiful among humans, can still fit in with his aesthetics. Orcs... Thank you for your gratitude. Sharlayan asked himself that his taste is not that strong.
About three minutes later, Sarlayan's elf long ears twitched slightly, and he heard the faint sound of stepping on the snow approaching from the distance.
"Two... no, three people. The third person's footsteps are very light. It doesn't look like he is walking on snow, but like..."
Sarlayan tapped his forehead in confusion: "Treading the snow without a trace?"
Guyin'er, Nazgrin, and Taresha all heard Sarlayan's undisguised soliloquy.
Taresha and Guyin'er both looked confused, not knowing what Sarlayan was talking about.
A strange look flashed in Nazgrin's eyes, and he headed in the direction indicated by Sarlayan with an expectant look on his face.
'Could it be...'
Ever since the orc shaman turned to fel under Gul'dan's temptation, the relationship between Draenor's elementals and the orcs has gone from bad to worse.
Later, Gul'dan fought against the elemental aggregation Lucanken in Shadowmoon Valley, marking the complete break between the orcs and the elements of Draenor.
Although Nazgrin is only in his 20s, he has been in the army for ten years and has witnessed the decline of shamans and the rise of warlocks.
Since Gul'dan gradually became the shadow warchief of the tribe, Nazgrin has never seen any shaman again, but he still remembers the scene when the shaman of the Blackrock clan called the wind element and threw him into the sky for fun when he was a child.
Two majestic Frostwolf warriors wearing gray wolf skins appeared first in front of Sarlayan and his party, and another white-haired old orc with black cloth over his eyes actually floated in mid-air.
'really. '
Sarlayan looked at the blind old orc thoughtfully. His feet seemed a little clumsy, hanging in mid-air and occasionally dragging on the ground. His whole body was held up by the gentle wind element.
Nazgrin looked a little excited: "Shaman! I didn't expect that I could see a real shaman again!"
The blind old shaman followed his voice in the direction of Nazgrin and said, "Hey, kid, don't be so loud. My ears are not deaf yet, old blind man."
The orcs under Guyin'er were in varying degrees of commotion, and they hadn't seen the shaman for many years.
The chief of the orc clan is the real leader who leads the tribe to survive, while the shaman is the spiritual leader of the clan, with a transcendent status in the clan, second only to the clan chief.
When Durotan left the clan to find Orgrim, Drek'Thar had not yet been recognized by the elements of Azeroth.
Originally, the old shaman wanted to wait until Durotan came back to give him a surprise, but he didn't expect that he would have to wait for several years.
After finally hearing the news about Durotan, Drek'Thar just thought for a moment and decided to come to check the situation in person.
Drek'Thar, who had assisted two generations of Frostwolf chiefs, was blind in both eyes and heart. He discovered a familiar yet unfamiliar aura of life next to Nazgrin who had exclaimed before.
Drektar turned to Guyin'er with a look of surprise on his face: "My child, who...are you? Why can I feel Durotan's aura from you?"
Guyin'er took a deep breath, held his swaddling cloth in both hands, and walked to Drek'Thar step by step on the snow with difficulty.
"Honored Shaman, Drek'Thar, this is the swaddling cloth that was wrapped around me as a baby."
Drektal's brows twitched slightly. He seemed to realize something. His old hands were trembling as he rubbed the old and yellowed swaddling cloth.
Not long after, two lines of clear tears flowed from under his eye patch.
"You can't go wrong. This is the swaddling cloth that I knitted by myself and gave to Durotan and Draka to wrap the child. You..."
Suddenly realizing that there were many melon-eating people around him who didn't know the truth, Drek'Thar suddenly stopped talking and took a deep breath while barely suppressing his emotions.
"Child, bring your followers and follow me. We need a quiet place to talk."
