Durotan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's still a matter of human war. We are in a bad situation. But don't worry, I will handle these things well."

He stroked Draka's face.

At this time, the door curtain was lifted up violently, and the cold wind and frost blew in. Orgrim's rough face suddenly appeared at the door, and said in a rough voice: "Durontan! Oh? I wasn't the time to come?"

He looked at Durotan with draca with joking and enviousness in his eyes.

Draka is the Frost Wolf clan and the number one beauty. He, Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction, was also attracted to her, but unfortunately the beauty is devoted to Durotan.

Durotan stood up, patted the little face of Draka's son in his arms, and walked out facing Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction.

The close friends walked out of the camp tent and looked around the camp.

This is a heartbreaking situation.

There are broken tents everywhere because of hurricanes, but what makes people sadder than this is that nine out of ten rooms are empty.

There were also faint crying sounds in many places.

For orcs who advocate force, crying is a shame.

But the young orc who lost his father and brother could no longer help it.

Weapons are broken, supplies are scarce, limbs are broken, and cries are everywhere.

The dignified Frost Wolf clan has withered so much at this time.

Durotan's eyes were moist.

As a powerful Draenor Frost Fire Ridge Orc, how could he have seen such a devastated Frost Wolf clan?

Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction had a blue face, his red eyes staring at Durotan, and said in a muffled voice: "Chief, what are you going to do?"

Durotan clenched his fists, and above his strong arms, blue veins like earthworms swelled up, and he said in a deep voice: "Report the loss."

Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction sighed and said, "Last night, we took the order of the damn black hand to replace the Warhammer clan and blocked between Rosa and Ryan. But we became the biggest victims of the human race's destructive hurricane magic. When the hurricane came, although you took the tribe to retreat and escape in time, you still disappeared 5,000 brothers and their frost wolf! We only have more than 2,000 people left."

"5000!" As if shocked by this number, Durotan curled his lips bitterly: "No wonder I woke up today and couldn't hear the roar of Frost Wolf."

Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction sighed: "It's a miracle that you can survive. This time we were raided by the human hurricane array. Not only our Frost Wolf clan, but also the Blood Ring clan and the Broken Hand clan were also extremely damaged. But we were the first to be hit and died the most. Now it's winter, it's snowing here, it's much colder than the Dnora continent, and the tribesmen are injured and sick, and they are freezing and hungry. What should we do?"

But Durotan seemed to have not heard the complaints from his friends and was wandering outside the sky.

"Do you still remember?" He stared at the direction of the sea, as if he could see the hometown continent opposite the sea, with bright eyes and said with a bright look: "Do you still remember the Draenor Frost Fire Ridge?"

Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction was also aroused by his friends, and he grinned and said, "How could he forget?"

"We are covered in the cold and fur to keep warm and tamed the giant frost wolf." Durotan said with great enthusiasm: "These frost wolf accompanied us to send deadly howls to the enemy in battle after battle. We are loyal to our allies and make the enemy frightened. We lead the people to live in the most harsh land, but proudly maintain independence. Our Frost wolf clan rejected the call of the Iron Tribe to unify the orcs, but chose to pay attention to our own survival. We have crushed other people's plans again and again."

"Yes," Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction said in a dream: "We join forces and are invincible. What a pity."

He grinned helplessly: "We can't stand alone, but we still can't resist Gul'dan's orders, and were forced to come to this continent and fight with foreign races."

"This war cannot continue like this." Durotan looked around the withered tribal camp: "We only have more than 2,000 people left, so we can't fight anymore. If we fight again, we will destroy the clan."

"Roar! I see the Black Hand clan and the Broken Hand clan, and I have evil thoughts about us!" Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction roared, and the Hammer of Destruction in his hand swung: "They had bad intentions this morning and sent scouts to observe the reality of our clan. If the human race had not been strong and approaching the tribe camp, they might have sent troops to annex!"

"Now they dare not," Durotan said as usual: "But it will be hard to say in the future. Between orc tribes, the prevalence of the weak is common. Our Frost Wolf clan suffered the greatest losses in yesterday's battle, so of course they must have malice."

"The most urgent task is to find supplies and maintain the survival of the tribe." Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction looked up at the sky with concern. In the iron-green clouds in the sky, large pieces of snow were sprinkling with wool and trowels. The cold wind blew, and the camp was covered with snow, and the cold bone marrow was frozen.

He muttered, "If this continues, the tribe will be over."

"But now that the human army is approaching, we have no place to plunder and have used up all the materials in stock, what else can we do?" Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction said to himself: "I have found the quarantine officer, but the quarantine warehouse at this time has long been emptied. Even if we have glory value, we cannot exchange it."

"I have a way!" Durotan touched his head, which was still painful. Yesterday he was caught in a hurricane. The pain of the impact made him grin: "I know there is a place that has supplies."

"Where?" Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction showed a fierce light on his face.

"Warhammer Clan" Durotan smiled and said, "The honor list has been at the top of the list for a long time, and I know that the chief Lin Qing has exchanged the materials in the military warehouse on a large scale. 8, 90% of the materials were exchanged by him."

"Warhammer Clan?" Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction curled his lips: "It's the one who has poor combat power but has relied on various means to win the first place? To be honest, I don't really like them."

"They can suppress Gul'dan and the Black Hand clan and always dominate the top position, which itself shows their strength." Durotan insisted: "Recently swept Luoyin City, Lin Qing, with the strength of one clan, almost swept Luoyin City one city and six towns, all of which. If it weren't for Ryan, Medivh and Morning Star. Luoyin's three families joined forces and used the devastating hurricane magic, Lin Qing might have been the master of Luoyin City at this time."

"Whatever you do," Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction said helplessly: "But we have nothing now, what can we exchange for?"

"Of course you can change it!" A crisp and gentle voice sounded behind the two of them.
Chapter completed!