Dulong Tan Ogram also got up and bowed deeply. Waylon smiled, and in that smile, durotan felt the strange sadness again.

We’ll see you again, young man. Good night.
The two orcs left soon, and they were escorted to each room and had a good sleep. But durotan had a dream that an old orc was sitting quietly beside him. What did that mean? He couldn’t understand it.
Bring him here, the old orc said to Kashuer’s mother
The oldest shaman of Kashuerzong Mother Frost Wolf clan fell asleep deeply. Her tent was luxurious, second only to the patriarch Garad, which showed her high status in the clan. The thick split-hoofed cowhide blanket ensured that her old bones was protected from the cold, and a granddaughter who loved her waited on her. She cooked and cleaned and set fire to the fire in winter, while Kashuzong’s mother’s duty was to listen to the sound of geomantic fire and vegetation and drink the bitter herbal juice that helped her open her heart to the ancestors’ souls every night. She was taught by the ancestors’ souls of the elemental spirits. Others got water and firewood from trees, which were also indispensable
The old orc was not in her tent, but she knew that he was in her dream, which was enough for her. In the dream, she was young, energetic and healthy, her skin was ruddy and shiny, and her body was full of strong muscles. The old orc was his age when he died, his age when his wisdom reached its peak, and his name was Jue Talkla when he was alive, but now she calls him grandfather, although he has been an elder for many generations.
When you got the news, my grandfather told Kashur, a strong young man in the dream, that she nodded and her black hair fluttered with her.
His Blackstone boy is at Delaney’s. She said they would come safely. I can feel it.
Good. They’re safe. Bring him here.
This is the second time he has said this. Kashur is not sure what he means.
In a few months, when the leaves are falling, he will come to the mountain. She said that I would bring him.
Tarkla shook his head violently, and his brown eyes narrowed angrily. Kashur’s smile was suppressed. In the soul of her ancestors, Tarkla’s grandfather suspected that he was the most impatient one.
No, no, Talkla roared, bring him to us, bring him to the cave of Washugu, and I want to see him with my own eyes.
Kashur took a deep breath. You want me to take him to the ancestral soul?
Didn’t I just finish, you stupid girl? What’s wrong with us shamans now?
He always lectured people like this. Kashur didn’t care. What really shocked her was that he instructed that the ancestors’ souls would meet a child sometime. This was unusual, but it did happen. Usually, the children who were summoned were destined to take the shaman road. She never thought that durotan would go that way. Among clan leaders, there are few shamans. It is difficult to be a qualified leader. Almost no orc can get along well with both sides. Now such an orc is really a great man.
Kashur was silent for a moment. Grandfather growled and gave a stick to the ground. Kashur was startled.
I’ll bring him to Kashur on the day of his coming of age ceremony to promise my ancestors.
That’s right. You finally understand. Talkla said waving a cane at her. If you dare to disappoint me, this cane will hit your head again.
When he said this, he couldn’t hide a smile. Kashur closed his eyes and smiled in his dream. Although Talkla was always aggressive and grumpy, he was very wise, kind and deeply in love with her. She wished she had known him when he was alive, but he had been dead for more than 100 years.
Kashur sighed with her eyes, and she returned to her real body, just like Tarkla died. She was old, her hands and feet were shriveled, her body was sore, her body was weak and her hair was white. She knew that she would soon leave this mortal body for the last time and join the ancestors of the holy mountain. At that time, Drake Tartar would be the Garad Frost Wolf clan, and she had full confidence in him. She was already looking forward to the day when she had become a soul energy.
However, she thinks that she will miss life and give her everything that can’t be simpler, such as chirping birds, warm food and loving touching her granddaughter. The little sunshine gradually seeps in and the birds sing.
Bring him here, grandpa said.
She can learn the fourth chapter.
Last night, at the full moon, the stars shone brightly, and a young man completed his coming-of-age ceremony. This is the first time I witnessed this ceremony. Omurigo, when I was a child, I was due to all the rituals of my people. At that time, the orcs had been far away from these traditions for a long time, and at that moment I stepped on the road of fate, I was caught in a war of total annihilation. Ironically, it saved my people from the Burning Legion and gave them a belief that I could rebuild the system peacefully, which pushed me to keep fighting and kept me away from that level.
But now it’s all over, now we’re in Tal Ogrima, Dulong, now we’re flat, although it’s fragile, and now the shamans have found their ancestors’ way, and now those young men and women who are about to grow up no longer have to go through that bitter war element, and so does the spirit.
Last night, I attended a ceremony that has a long history but has been forgotten for a generation.
Last night, my heart was full of pleasure, and that long-awaited sense of belonging was a happiness that I will never forget in my life.
Durotan looked at Tubu sheep’s heart pounding. It was a strong beast. Its horns didn’t add color to it, and it was even sharper and more dangerous. Dulong Tan had seen more than one soldier being stabbed to death. The character with twelve forks was as quick as a spear.
And now he’s going to hunt it without armor and with a weapon.
Of course, people have chewed their tongues in his ear. An adult Tubu sheep is enough to complete the ceremony. When he was blindfolded and waiting in the tent, people whispered to him. They all fought fiercely, but in this season, the male sheep have fallen into the horn.
In this case, you are allowed to carry a weapon, Garad durotan, but you can hide armor in the wild where no one can find it.
The most shameful thing is that the shaman died long ago according to the blood on your face. It’s no different to kill someone with sheep’s blood.
He didn’t. Maybe some orcs couldn’t resist these temptations, but he would never. Dulong Tan would look for a female sheep. Her horns are sharp at this time. He would carry a weapon and stain his cheeks. He would kill the beast himself, transpiration blood in the cold wind.
Now durotan is falling in the snow at a millionth, and the axe in his hand is getting heavier and heavier every moment. He can’t help shivering when the cold air hits, but he will never back down.