"That's what you told me, these orcs won't hurt Thrall?"

Taresa tightened Tailes' wrist, and she looked nervously at Thrall who was confronting Orgrim. She looked at the fanatical and hideous orcs around her. She raised her head and stared at the assassin fiercely:

"You liar!"

"Shh! Don't talk!"

Tailes wanted to reach out and cover the mouth of the young lady who was afraid of the world. They were surrounded by orcs. Not every orc was as gentle as Thrall. Taresa had been with Thrall for a long time and lost her vigilance against the orcs.

In this situation, as long as an orc is in the blood, Tailes and Taresha will fall into a state of death without corpses. The assassin wished to dig a hole to bury the two of them. He tied Taresha's arms tightly and whispered in her ear:

"This is not a provocation, are you stupid too? This is a test!"

"The orcs are testing Thrall, believe me...he will be fine."

"What you said is true?"

Taresa was very nervous. She watched Thrall pick up a shield and battle axe thrown by the orcs from the ground, and began to confront Orgrim in a gladiatorial manner. She was so nervous that she seemed to be unable to breathe.

Tails did not answer, he looked around with the rigorous gaze of an assassin, and in the end, he had to admit that it would be difficult for him to take Taresa away if the orcs were unwilling to do so, that is, the safety of both of them now fell on Thrall.

He looked at Thrall's figure and prayed silently in his heart:

"Come on!"

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"Bang"

The hammer that Orgrim waved at random hit Thrall hard on the shield raised. As the weapons collided, the young orc felt that his arms were about to break. This was the first time he had truly seen the power of an orc warrior, which was much stronger than the gladiator who could fight the most in Dunhold Castle in his memory.

He took advantage of the power of collision and took a few steps back, then used the gladiators' fighting method to block the shield tightly in front of him, and watched Orgrim's movements through the gaps in movement.

This kind of defense is very disliked by the orcs. Although the Frost Wolf clan has not suffered too much influence from magical diseases, orcs who are born to advocate power rarely use defense tactics in this one-to-one battle. They prefer punches to flesh, weapons collisions, and power confrontations.

Orgrim was moving his wrists. Compared to a few years ago, his size was much thinner. His last failure and his life in the prisoner-of-war camp seriously destroyed his body and made him no longer as powerful as before. But facing the still immature Thrall, Orgrim's advantage was too great.

The old orc moved his shoulders, and roared amid the roar of the frost wolf orcs, swung the hammer and rushed towards Thrall.

"Baby! Fight!"

"Bang"

The warhammer hit the surface of the shield again. This time the huge force overturned Thrall directly on the ground, but he rolled for a few weeks and quickly got up again, lifting the shield in front of him without saying a word. This very cowardly method made the orcs watching boo one after another.

But there was a little more appreciation in Orgrim's eyes.

Although Thrall did not use the traditional orc fighting method, Orgrim had encountered this human tactic more than once on the battlefield, especially when facing the brave human generals, this kind of fighting method with sword and shield is very difficult to crack.

Judging from the judicious unloading power between Sar's steady pace and every collision, Sar is obviously very skilled in this human fighting style, which is enough to prove that Durotan's son also inherited his brave bloodline.

"But that's not enough!"

The solid frozen soil under Orgrim's feet broke through with the support of great force. Among the flying soil, the old orcs bumped towards Thrall like a tiger going down the mountain. Behind Thrall, there was no longer a cold wall, but the orcs surrounding them. The frost wolf orcs pushed Thrall forward, pushing him forward, causing a trace of error in his steady defense.

This flaw was immediately caught by Orgrim. The orc held the warhammer with both hands as he approached Thrall, and from top to bottom, like an iron hammer that hit Sar hard on Thrall's shield.

"Clang"

A dent was directly smashed into the center of the wooden shield. In the collision of this huge force, Thrall's body could no longer stand firm, but he decisively abandoned the shield and supported his bloody left hand on the ground. After Orgrim's powerful and heavy blow, when his arm was difficult to turn, Thrall waved his right hand, and the sharp battle axe brushed across Orgrim's waist, bringing out a trace of blood.

“Wow wow wow wow wow!”

The counterattack scene made the orcs go crazy again, but before Sar could take a breath, Orgrim, who seemed to feel no pain at all, turned around and kicked Sar in the chest, kicking him to the ground.

"Pain is the power of the warrior!"

The old orc smirked and quickly stepped forward. The warhammer in his hand hit the young orc rolling on the ground at an extremely fast frequency. Thrall dodged left and right, but as the attack became more and more smooth, Orgrim's aura became more and more powerful, pressing towards Thrall like a mountain. Until the last blow, the warhammer shining with light fell from the sky. Thrall, who had nowhere to hide, gritted his teeth and smashed the battle axe in his hand at Orgrim, shaking the old soldier's body for a while, and also allowed him to successfully escape from Orgrim's attack circle.

But the panting Thrall had no weapons in his hand.

"then!"

Thales's eyes lit up and quickly threw the sword in his hand towards Thrall. The young orc took it in his hand. Looking at Orgrim who was rushing towards like a bull, the light flashed in Thrall's eyes. At the moment when the two were about to collide, Thrall's left hand grabbed Orgrim's wrist tightly, and the sword in his right hand slapped the old warrior's right arm in a slap.

"Swish"

The cold breath quickly formed a layer of cold mist on Orgrim's wrist, causing his clenched fist to deviate from the direction of his punch. Then the force of his forward rushing, Sar lay on the ground and kicked Orgrim's right leg with his left foot. At this moment, the young orc grabbed the old orc's wrist and used Orgrim's power to smash Orgrim himself on the ground behind him in a way that soared into the air.

"roar!"

Thrall knew very well that it was the time to win, and he would no longer keep his strength. The orcs' talent in his body came from, and the violent power spread throughout his body. He grabbed the heavy warhammer in Orgrim's hand, and clenched his bloody left hand into a fist, hammering wildly against Orgrim's shoulder, forcing him to release his weapon.

The moment when the warhammer was taken, Thrall was surprised to find that the simple-looking warhammer was extremely heavy. He couldn't even swing it with one hand, but seeing Orgrim had already gotten up, Thrall could no longer care about so much. He dragged the warhammer and turned over and rode on Orgrim's chest, held the warhammer with both hands, and smashed it hard towards Orgrim's head.

"Wow"

This scene made all the orcs watching scream, and the orc shaman standing aside stretched out his hands to stop the next tragedy.

But in the end, the elemental power did not appear, because the war hammer that Thrall smashed did not hurt Orgrim, but wiped his head and hit the hard frozen soil.

This made the orcs onlookers breathe a sigh of relief, and Orgrim, who was pressed to the ground by Thrall.

"I won...huh,huh...I won!"

The extremely tired Thrall felt that every bone in his body was hurting. He stood up with difficulty. Under the gaze of the frost wolf orcs, he walked towards Tailes and Taresa step by step. The orcs blocking the eyes of him made way for him.

They recognized him!

Behind Thrall, Orgrim climbed up, he easily grabbed the heavy hammer, looked at Thrall's figure, and fought with a 12-year-old young orc. Orgrim would definitely not use all his strength. In fact, the battle just now was just a warm-up, but he could turn defeat into victory under the attack of the former chief. There was no doubt that Thrall had proved himself in front of his compatriots.

"Guil!"

Orgrim shouted, Sal was stunned for a moment, then turned around, his face stained with blood, while Taresa used a handkerchief to clean up the blood stains for Sal with a heartache.

“You did a great job.”

Orgrim glanced at Taresa next to Saar and whispered: "You made the right choice..."

"What?"

Thrall looked around in confusion. The frost wolf orcs had slowly returned to the gathering ground. Only the elder Orgrim and Draketar were left in the spot. The old shaman who had not spoken had walked forward. He called for the power of the flowing water. The healing light wrapped around Thrall. In Taresa's surprised gaze, the wound on Thrall healed bit by bit.

It was not until this time that the old shaman said in pure human language:

"Kill life, abuse life, destroy life at will, that is the stubborn disease of the old tribe. The Frost Wolf clan has never joined this cruel conquest. Child, Guyle, although you have never grown up in the clan, today you proved that you are the pure son of the Frost Wolf... Durotan and Draka will be proud of you."

"So...so even if I fail, you won't hurt my sister?"

Thrall glanced at Orgrim, who shrugged:

"The moment you accepted the challenge, you already won. Guyel, not every orc dared to fight me. Of course, I am old now, and you took a victory from me."

Thrall looked at the two orcs with kindness, he hesitated for a moment and whispered:

"I...I may not join you, two gentlemen. I have lived with humans since I was a child. I think I may not be able to adapt to it, or to be able to integrate into your clan."

"It's okay, we won't force you to return to the Frost Wolf clan, my child Guyle."

The elder Dashaman Drektal showed a smile on his old face:

"We will give you enough time to know us and finally decide whether to join us, and I can also guarantee that this human lady, Taresa, will become the most honorable guest of the Frost Wolf clan, and can come to see you at any time or leave with you, which is OK, but child!"

The shaman elder's voice became a little deeper:

"Don't you go and see your parents?"

"parents?"

Thrall's eyes were a little confused. He looked back at Taresa. Although the human sister was still a little scared, she still held Thrall's hand tightly, and then nodded to Thrall:

"Go, brother, although you have never mentioned it, I know that you actually want to meet your parents, go ahead and don't worry about me, Tailes will protect me."

Thrall nodded, he looked at Orgrim and Draketar, from the sadness in Orgrim's eyes, Thrall had already felt the unfortunate news, he stood there and took several deep breaths to calm himself down, and then he said to Orgrim and the Shaman Elder:

"I'm ready, take me to see them."

"Well, good boy, come with me."

The old shaman walked forward, Orgrim followed behind him and he whispered to Thrall:

"You can call Drektal Grand Shaman the Elder, who was once your father's most trusted think tank, and his mentor."
Chapter completed!