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Thrall actually lowered his guard.

Open your heart and try to communicate with it.

It was really easy to find that what the other party said was true, and he was able to express what he thought.

It has to be said that the spells of the orcs are also quite unique.

Thrall has nothing to say to anyone.

As soon as the other party asked, he would tell the whole story from childhood to adulthood.

And told the other party his lofty ideals.

The orc elder was quite satisfied with Thrall's attitude and life experience, and immediately said: "Very good, Thrall. I am Drek'Thar, the leader of this camp, and welcome to join the Frostwolf clan. Let's go! Since you are determined to change the orcs Destiny, you must follow me to meet that person!"

After finishing speaking, he waved to Sal, took the lead, and led him to the inside of the camp.

Along the way, Thrall took a quick look at the flowers.

I saw a lot of animal husbandry and breeding facilities.

And family-based small handicraft workshops.

However, none of the agricultural or commercial activities were seen.

Overall, social development is relatively primitive.

It belongs to the primitive nomadic civilization that its mentor Pfister said.

And Thrall walked all the way, except for the guards at various points.

Most of the people I saw were elderly men and women or young children.

Rarely will there be labor in the prime of life.

Sal was surprised.

And this question, he quickly figured out the answer.

When the two of them reached the back of the town, they heard battle roars coming one after another.

Obviously, the tribe's new force is there.

Continue on until you reach an open field.

The roar reached its peak and resounded through the sky.

Thousands of young men and women lined up and practiced.

Accumulation of blood energy, like a cloud like a dragon.

In the practical class, Saar saw local elite soldiers from various countries.

Of course, there is still a big gap with the elite of the Stormwind Knights.

And Drek'Thar is the leader here.

Logically speaking, it should be monopolistic and say what it says.But the reality is not the case.

Many instructors looked at him at the same level.

It seems that the military and politics are completely separated here.

Drek'Thar himself has an extraordinary respect for the instructor commander.

Although Thrall was isolated, unable to hear what the two were saying.

However, from the attitude displayed by Drek'Thar, it is not difficult to see that he put himself in a subordinate position.

And the leader of the instructors does not know why he can enjoy this honor.

Although the born man was tall and powerful, he had an empty air, and his blood was far inferior to most of the people present.

And he seemed to be seriously injured or suffering from a serious illness.

Although he was younger than Drek'Thar, his complexion couldn't be compared with him.

Thrall also knew the truth that people should not be judged by their appearance.

But still feel puzzled.

After all, a person who is suffering from injuries like this is really not suitable for taking charge of the overall situation.

But he quickly tasted the power.

Maybe it was about Sal, the leader of the instructors looked at him now.

Salton suddenly felt a strong domineering, blowing towards his face.

Immediately deduce that the opponent is a hero.

In my heart, there is no intention of underestimating it.

But the leader of the instructors knew about Thrall's intentions, but he didn't call him to meet him immediately.

Keep busy with what you are doing.

It wasn't until he finished correcting the movements of several recruits that he waved his hand to let Thrall go.

Seeing this scene, Thrall was full of awe and curiosity, and strode towards it.

Unexpectedly, his hot face was covered with a cold butt.

The leader of the instructor directly put on a cold face, and said in human language: "Boy, you have come to the wrong place. My tribe does not welcome you, a trash with no work and no honor!"

When Sal heard this, he couldn't help being furious: "Nonsense, I'm not that kind of person!"

The smile in the eyes of the leader of the instructors flashed away.

He casually picked up a hunting knife full of saw blades from a nearby weapon rack, and handed it to Thrall.

And shouted at him: "Then prove it to me..."

He was waiting to say anything else.

But at this moment, he was shocked and stopped talking.

Because of the leader of the instructors, he suddenly found a little light behind Thrall.