Thrall?
Thrall is indeed the son of the former chieftain of the Frostwolf clan. And when he grows up, he becomes the great chieftain of the entire Horde. But he is not even ten years old yet. Who knows him?
Moreover, the name Thrall was given by humans. It's a Common name. Orcs definitely can't know it.
His original name is Go'el. But this name was privately given by his parents. How many people in the Frostwolf clan have heard of it so early?
Right. Thrall's father, the former chieftain of the Frostwolf clan, Durotan!
Jess immediately recited Durotan several times in different pronunciations. This time, the orc finally understood.
"Durotan... Durotan!"
Fortunately, this simple name is similar in Orcish, English, and Chinese. Jess took the opportunity and said: "The son of Durotan is alive!"
"The son of Durotan." The orc was stunned. After a while, he said in a low voice: "Drek'Thar. I understand Drek'Thar."
It turned out that just now the orc just didn't understand that this was a person's name. In his Orcish pronunciation of Drek'Thar, the stress is on "Thar", and it is very obvious. The first part, "Drek", is said very lightly and abbreviated, like some simple prefix. Jess pronounced it completely the other way around. No wonder the other party didn't understand it immediately. Maybe Jess's pronunciation of Drek'Thar has other meanings in Orcish.
Fortunately, it's not something insulting.
"Where is the son of Durotan?" the orc asked.
"The son of Durotan is in Durnholde." Jess said.
He drew a simple outline of the Eastern Continent terrain on the sand with a stick, and then pointed to the approximate location of these two places and said: "Alterac Valley, Durnholde."
"Sanholde..." The orc threw the dagger on the ground and raised his hands, indicating that he wanted to approach but had no malice.
But Jess knew that even without a weapon, this guy could kill him with one punch. What's the use of just throwing away the dagger?
However, in this situation, there is no other choice. After all, he can't cut off his hands.
The orc dragged his injured abdomen and leaned closer to take a look at the simple map Jess drew. He slowly nodded.
The distance between the two was so close that Jess could clearly smell a sulfurous stench of demons on him. Even with the washing of rain, it didn't lessen much. This must be the smell that only orcs who have drunk demon blood will have.
At this time, the orc raised his head and pointed to Jess's stick and said: "Teron'gor."
As Jess had guessed, orcs all know that this stick is something of Teron Gorefiend.
He threw the stick aside, then bent down to pick it up and said in Orcish: "Forest."
Then he pointed to the distant southeast direction of Elwynn. The orc seemed to understand and nodded, then looked at the imp who had just sat up and was constantly coughing.
"Untrustworthy, warlock, demon."
His "untrustworthy" was said in Common, while "warlock" and "demon" were said in Orcish. Jess could understand it all very rarely.
Jess pointed to the bulging veins on his arm and said in Orcish: "Demon, alive."
Then he pointed to his chest and said: "Warlock, alive."
The expression on the orc's face immediately became extremely complicated. After a long time, he sighed and said in Common: "Human, alive."
After saying that, he turned and limped away into the distance until his figure was buried by the rain curtain and tree shadows deep in the forest.
Some orc shamans chose to abandon the orc traditions and the way of shamanism and drink demon blood according to Gul'dan's will and become demon slaves. It's not because they yearn for fel energy and the Burning Legion so much.
They are afraid that if they disobey Gul'dan and his master Kil'jaeden, the clans they belong to will be completely wiped out. This kind of thing has happened more than once or twice on Draenor.
And Jess learned warlock magic also to survive in this world.
The orc understood this meaning, and Jess also heaved a long sigh of relief for having barely saved his life.
Finally, this guy is sent away. As for whether this guy is captured by the lord of Durnholde and becomes a gladiator, or successfully finds the Frostwolf clan, or perhaps freezes to death in the snowstorm of Alterac, it depends on his own fate.
It's more likely that he will be sent back to his hometown by the dwarf patrol on the way in Khaz Modan.
At this time, Saeuno hopped and ran to Jess's side and said: "The monster actually left. Where does the monster want to go?"
"Who cares where he goes. He can go wherever he wants. Anyway, don't come to find me again."
Only when Jess relaxed did he suddenly feel the pain left by the terrifying electric current that had run through his whole body. Gerred still hadn't woken up.
"By the way." He looked at the imp: "You... Do you know any healing magic?"
"Not at all!"
Obviously not, but Saeuno's tone seemed very excited.
"Then, can you help me get my bag back?" Jess pointed in the direction where the orc left and said: "It's over there!"
"Understood!" The imp immediately hopped and rushed out, leaving a trail of sparks from the flames emerging from his eyes.
He collapsed beside Gerred. Lifting his arm, he originally wanted to check his breath to see if he was still alive.
However, seeing his beard under his nose trembling with each breath, and his arm didn't want to move because of the pain from the electric current.
After an unknown amount of time, Jess was lying on his back on the lakeshore, feeling like he was about to fall asleep. Only then did Saeuno finally drag the things back beside him.
Jess was lying on his back, with raindrops constantly hitting his face.
"Thank you, demon. Although you were pretending to be dead there later, but without you before, I would have really died. "
"Ha, thank you. Ha, thank you. What does this mean?" The imp kept repeating "thank you" while hopping back and forth as if he was extremely excited.
Jess really didn't know where he got so much energy. Anyway, he was already exhausted.
But he couldn't fall asleep. If he stayed here, the two lives he had barely won might be casually taken away by monsters like murlocs by the Stillwater Lake.
Jess roared to cheer himself up and sat up by swinging his arms. At this moment, his body didn't hurt as much as before.
He dragged the dwarf up and carried him on his shoulder. This almost made him collapse again.
This guy weighed almost 200 pounds. In his previous life, Jess didn't even expect to be able to lift him at all.
But in Azeroth, he carried large bags. He had carried things of similar weight before. As long as he found that feeling again, step by step...
After walking and resting for an unknown amount of time, Jess felt that his spirit had become numb.
He didn't know how far he had walked or where he was. The heavy rain swallowed everything in his field of vision. He only knew that he just needed to follow the road.
The rain kept falling. Everything he could see, everything he was wearing, and everything he was carrying was soaked through.
At this time, there was a burst of fire ahead.
It was the patrol soldiers of the Lakeshire militia!
"Is there anyone over there?" The militiaman shouted from a distance: "Is anyone injured?"
"Yes! Someone is injured!" Jess shouted with all his strength: "Come and help quickly!"
Several militiamen ran over and helped carry the dwarf. Jess suddenly remembered that the imp was still behind him. His heart pounded with worry when he thought that the militiamen might find him. But when he looked back, the imp had disappeared.
He found that the buckle of his pocket had been undone at some point and the rope was dangling back and forth. It seemed that the imp still remembered that order. As long as there were others present, he had to disappear. That's great.
Jess sat down on the ground and heaved a sigh of relief. Several militiamen helped him up. He watched as Gerred was taken away. His heart tightened. He didn't know if it was a Lightning Bolt or a Chain Lightning. Of course, no matter what it was, he didn't know its power. He had no idea about the power of shaman magic. He didn't know if Gerred could hold on.