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Thrall simply found an open area.

Set up barriers and light bonfires.

Get ready to tackle the night on the spot.

As a result, just after midnight, Thrall was woken up by howling.

Then he looked around in a daze, and suddenly met a pair of green eyes.

It was a pack of wolves!And it's not a normal-sized pack of wolves.

Of the largest scale.

There are at least dozens of them.

In addition, these wolf species are also very special.

The whole body is snow-white, and its body length reaches three meters.

The blood energy is extremely thick, comparable to that of a middle-level fighter.

I don't know how many times it explodes the common prairie wolf and the forest.

Although Thrall's strength is extraordinary, and the wolves may not be his opponents, fighting fierce beasts is definitely not what a wise man does.

So he fled immediately.

Cast Blink, and walk is the best strategy.

Without Thrall's support, the barrier was quickly breached.

The bonfire was also extinguished by the angry wolves.

Thrall learned a lesson and learned a lesson.

Not daring to live anymore, I found a natural cave to rest.

And the inside of the cave was cold and dark.

Reminds him of bad memories of his time as a slave, and sleeps rather poorly that night.

In the early morning of the next day, Thrall had just been out of breath.

The room leak happened to be raining overnight, and was surrounded by a group of heavily armed men.

Fortunately, these people have green skin and fangs turned out.

It belonged to his fellow orcs.

Seeing this, Thrall's thoughts changed.

Finally understood the deep meaning of Pfister sending himself here:

Not all orcs were captured.

There is also a tribe or clan that survived the disaster and is living in seclusion here.

In addition, although this group of orcs were also sallow and emaciated, and looked malnourished, their energy and energy were by no means comparable to those in the plantation.

There seemed to be light in his eyes.

There is no numbness and decadence.

Seeing this scene, Thrall couldn't help but feel sincere joy.

And the mounts of these people are also extremely amazing.

If it wasn't the white wolf that attacked him last night, what could it be?

Thrall is already very knowledgeable.

But I can't imagine how this group of orcs tamed such a beast.

And this time he has learned to behave.

Knowing to speak the human language is likely to cause dissatisfaction among the orcs.

So he simply pretended to be dumb and didn't say a word.

Of course he didn't show any hostility.

Raise your hands high and let the other party capture him.

Then everyone braved the cold wind and kept moving forward.

Through several trails that Thrall thought was impassable, he stepped into a hidden canyon.

The scene in front of him suddenly opened up.

A large number of relatively rough, but quite life-like dome shacks came into his eyes.

It made Sal's heart tremble violently.

Because although the environment here was far from Karazhan, it gave him a feeling of coming home.

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The wolf cavalry reported Thrall's situation, and soon an old orc wearing a rosary and a kind face rushed over.

The orc elder did not speak.

Just looked at Thrall repeatedly.

After a while, a voice rang in his head: "Who are you, stranger?"

Sal was taken aback when he heard this.

He soon discovered that the Occlumency barrier was intact.

The other party was only transmitting sound, and did not pry into his thoughts, so he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Then he replied in human language: "I am Thrall, a mage."

The orc elder heard his nervousness, so he comforted him through sound transmission: "Relax, just communicate with me with your thoughts."

Perhaps it is due to the kindness brought by the common blood.