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When Alexstrasza woke up, she found herself lying in a wooden house. A warm flame was surrounding her, dissipating the coldness on her body. Apart from that, Alexstrasza saw nothing else.

She was still covered with the cloak that had been sewn for her, but the man who made the cloak was missing.

There were footsteps outside, and fireworks blocked her view. Alexstrasza wanted to sit up, but she didn't regain much strength, so she could only turn her head.

As the footsteps approached, the visitor looked at her, smiled and said: "Are you awake? In Frostfire Ridge, being bitten by a rhinoceros lurker is worse than being surrounded by wolves." The other person looked at Alexstrasza.

The wolfskin on his body shook his head, and then his eyes returned to Alexstrasza, with a little more relief in his eyes, "But fortunately you are not alone, and you have a companion who helps you. He has never abandoned him.

you."

An old orc in his seventies? Alexstrasza was a little confused. How long had it been? Memories suddenly flowed like a river, impacting her. The last scene in her mind was Nathanos running towards her...

"Who are you?"

"I am Gaia'an, the wife of Galad and the grandmother of the Frostwolf clan. You are in Vogol. You are safe." Gaia'an walked to the carpet bed and sat down, took out his water totem, and began to pray.

The elements give her healing powers.

The coolness penetrated the whole body of the Life-Binder. She regained her strength, supported her body, and asked: "Where is the person with me? Where is he?"

"He went hunting with my son." Gaia'an said, "He cares about you very much." The old orc added another sentence, seeming to emphasize something.

"There are many people he cares about, and I am just one of them." Red Dragon lowered his head and answered.

"The conflict between you is not like the snow-capped mountains of Frostfire Ridge that persist all year round. The misunderstanding will eventually be resolved, child."

It was also the first time that she was treated as a little girl. Alexstrasza smiled back out of politeness. Gaiaan's words might give her some comfort, but she didn't hold out much hope. When she woke up,

Nathanos probably just asked about her physical condition and would pay more attention to her every move in the future. Alexstrasza could almost imagine that.

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The target of this hunting trip is Gorok, a giant gray-tusked wild boar. It is said that the Frostwolf orcs have been tracking the beast for a long time. Through distant observation, they analyzed the pattern of Gorok's activities. This is a very long process.

It lasted for almost several weeks, and now they were confident that it was time to attack. Nathanos did not expect that the Frostwolf clan could plan a hunt into a war, but no matter what, their patience was incredible.

Durotan repeatedly invited Nathanos to join the hunt. But the Blight One knew very well that the Frostwolf Chief was curious about Azeroth.

Not joining the Iron Horde does not mean that Durotan does not care about the other world. In his free time, he often mentioned Azeroth to Nathanos. Each conversation lasted only a few minutes, and what Nathanos said was also directly related to

focus.

"I have considered joining the Iron Horde. Grommash's messenger said that there is also a tribe in another world, but it is composed of green-skinned orcs and different races. I know an green-skinned orc, Gul'dan, a filthy and depraved man.

guy."

"The curse of demon blood affects the skin color of the orcs, that's all. As for other races, their cooperation with the orcs is like your bond with the frostwolves."

For several hours, they rushed to the designated location, during which no one spoke. The atmosphere became delicate because an outsider joined the hunting team. The other Frostwolf orcs looked at Nathanos very coldly. The reason was because

Someone examined Nokarosh's body. The giant wolf did not die from physical combat or the wrath of the elements, but from some mysterious force.

Frostwolf orcs are wary of strange powers, probably because Gul'dan Durotan once said that Gul'dan's warlocks would release green flames that would burn even stones to ashes.

"If you really want to be recognized by an orc clan, you must prove your worth through real battles. No witchcraft is allowed." Durotan said to Nathanos before setting off.

This group of orcs, composed of the strongest and bravest in the clan, will hunt for Gorok. At this moment, Nathanos and this group of frostwolf orcs are crawling on the high ground on both sides of a canyon, quietly waiting for the arrival of prey.

Nathanos glanced at the people around him. There was a frost wolf beside them, staring at the prey intently, with the same expression and posture as their master. Durotan was on the other side of the high ground, and it was difficult to spot it if you didn't look carefully.

That orc lying in the snow wearing a wolf's skin, and his frost wolf 'Night Chaser', the wither suddenly thought that he had never given his wither dog a name.

Just as he was thinking about giving his pet an identity, Gorok, a gray-tusked wild boar that was almost the same size as Nokarosh, appeared from the other side of the canyon. It looked like a battle-hardened warrior.

A veteran. The fangs in its mouth have been hit many times, and the top part has been broken. Although this is an injury, it makes this beast like a brutal battering ram. Once it hits with enough force, the human body will be damaged.

Every bone will be broken.

The beasts that can be used as food in Frostfire Ridge include, in addition to the clefthoof cattle, the giant gray-tusked boar. The reason why the Frostwolf orcs are willing to take risks is very simple: the meat on Gorok's body is enough to meet the needs of the entire clan.

When all the hunters were in place, the wolves attacked first. More than a dozen Frost Wolves rushed into the canyon along the steep slope, deftly surrounding Gorok, forming an insurmountable wall, and bared their teeth and claws at him.

Gorok did not panic. He stood there looking left and right, roaring, wary of the fast-moving frost wolves, and did not notice the real danger at all.

This battle did not involve horns or war cries. The Frostwolf orcs suddenly stood up at the same time and launched an attack without a sound. The rhythm was fast and orderly - they held spears and hatchets and threw them at Gorok.

.Consume the physical strength of the behemoth through continuous long-range attacks.

Some of the attacks were deflected by Gorok's tough defense, while others penetrated Gorok's body through the gaps in the skin. The beast made a shrill and harsh sound.

The first step of the plan was to provoke the prey, and now it seems that the effect has been achieved. Gorok wanted to break out of the encirclement, and the frost wolves happened to get out of the way. Before he could run far, one foot fell into the snow, and then

The whole body fell down. It finally stood up, and a hole was made in its right front leg by a wooden stake hidden in the snow.
Chapter completed!