Chapter 2 Prelude to Hunting

"Tazaq."

"Tazaq!"

Tazage listened to the sounds outside the wooden house, rubbed his forehead, climbed up, and put on his shoes.

He strode quickly to the door.

When he opened the door, as he expected, it was Nergo, a friend he had known for four years.

When Nergo saw Tazage opening the door, he was not polite and walked directly into the house. He put his ax aside and sat on the blanket.

"Hey, bro, when are you going to leave?"

Tazzag rubbed his eyes. He was still in a dream just now and seemed a little confused at this moment. "The genius has just dawned, right? You are really diligent."

"It's getting late!" Nergo reluctantly picked up the kettle in the room and filled a large glass of water. "At our age, we don't have many opportunities to prove ourselves."

Tazage took the water glass and drank it down. "I think you simply enjoy the feeling of being praised and being looked at with envy after hunting."

"Of course." Nergo laughed, "Only in this way can I prove my glory."

"What's more." Nergo suddenly lowered his voice and whispered: "Isn't this what we are all for?"

Looking at the winking Nergo, Tazzag couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Yes, our glory is to be envied by others. Wait for me, brother, after I pack up my things, we will set off together."

"Okay, hurry up then." Nergo took out a small piece of Tabu sheep meat from his waist pocket, tore off half of it and handed it to Tazag.

Tazage was not polite. Like Nergo, he had not eaten anything since he woke up early in the morning. He chewed the cooked Tabu mutton. Although there was no good seasoning, Tabu Sheep meat itself is an excellent ingredient.

"Eat slowly, it's still very hot." Nergo took the kettle on the side and poured it into the cup. "Here is cold water."

"I heard...people say...Chief Hellscream...is accurate." Tazage stuttered while eating meat and drinking water.

He didn't say the last words until he finished eating them all, "He is going to let you go to the Throne of the Elements to receive the teachings of the shaman."

Nergo nodded, "This is all expected, isn't it?"

Tazzag did not deny it, but followed his words, "Yes, you are an orc who has been loved by the elements since you were born."

His eyes were full of envy, "I asked other people and they said what you looked like during the baptism."

"The breeze and lightning surrounded you, and you looked like a god."

Nergo almost stopped laughing, "What kind of god am I? I'm still far from it. According to legend, the gods summoned by our ancestors destroyed the ogre's empire."

Tazage waved his hand, "No matter what, you are a destined hero."

"It's not destiny." Nergo pretended to be serious, "It was decided by me."

But that's not it.

If he hadn't trained as a Mag'har shaman, but a blood elf mage or a human hunter, maybe he should have followed the old example of Nathanos and Ronin and watched the sunrise with the Windrunner sisters in his arms. .

How can I give myself Drano to become a tribesman?

"Come on." Tazzag rolled his eyes at him, took out a set of clothes made of clefthoof cow leather from the bed next to him and put it on himself.

Like Nergo, Tazzag is also a very strong orc. Although he is not as good as Nergo, in his previous life, he was still a athlete who could run a horse on his arm.

You can make a small hit by just relying on these muscles to start a live broadcast.

Let's put it this way, among his peers in the clan, Tazzag would have no problem beating two orc boys by himself.

Although there is also a reason for poor coordination between the orcs.

After a while, Tazage was ready to go. He was wearing leather armor with three throwing spears tied to his back, two hatchets in his hands, and a fisherman's hat he got from nowhere on his head.

"You're dressed like this..." Nergo was simply shameless. With this look, he looked like a magician in the game.

"It's really unique."

The corners of Tazage's mouth raised, revealing those two large and pointed fangs, "I'm sure I can charm a lot of girls like this."

Nergo patted him on the shoulder, "I hope you can charm a large number of beast girls, so that our hunting can be easier."

The two orcs clapped their hands, but when Nergo turned his head, Tazzag couldn't help but shake his palms quickly.

Looking at Tazage's appearance, Nergo turned back and said, "I have said before that you should go find a veteran and learn two tricks."

Nergo punched twice, "Just like this."

"Is it just your strength?" Tazage took it as if Nergo was talking nonsense, "It's useless even if I ask the Sword Master to teach me."

"I really don't know what's going on with your strange strength." Tazage muttered in a low voice.

"Okay, don't waste time." Nergo pulled Tazag out of the door and went straight to the animal pen.

That's where hunting teams usually gather, and this time is no exception.

When passing by the gladiatorial arena, Nergo saw that a large group of orcs were gathering there, and from time to time there were cheers and war cries from the orcs.

"Is there anyone dueling today?" Nergo asked casually.

Tazzag glanced at the arena and said, "Yes, the duel between Wolf Cavalry Staple and Sentinel Romu."

Tazage said nonchalantly: "The two of them always quarreled, and Staple always couldn't quarrel with him, so duels between the two of them are common."

"Why don't they go directly to Mak'gora?" Nergo had nothing to say about the temper of these orcs.

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Duel at the slightest disagreement.

You tarnish my honor? Duel!

You want to be my boss? Duel!

You also like that girl? Duel!

In short, the reason for the duel was simply eye-opening for Nergo, and once made Nergo suspect that the small population of orcs was closely related to this custom.

"Mak'gora?" Tazar nodded, "Good idea, I will suggest them to have a Mak'gora when I come back."

"Okay, okay, don't make trouble." Nergo quickly stopped Tazar's dangerous idea, "They are both good fighters. It would be a pity if they died in vain because of some quarrels."

Everyone knows that Mak'gora is a duel to the death.

Before the establishment of Thrall's new tribe, only one of the two orcs who participated in Mak'gora could survive.

Unless your opponent spares your life, of course.

In addition, if you choose to surrender, you will not die, but will be exiled in disgrace.

"Look ahead, we have reached the animal pen." Suddenly, a smell came.

Nergo covered his nose, "What did these wolves eat?"

Tazag also smelled the stench, "I think I should suggest to the chieftain that the next gathering should be held in a different place."

Isn't it?

Since a large number of war wolves in Grommash are kept here, the smell is simply terrible.

If there is something wrong with the food, the smell will stink for three miles.

"Ahem." Beast King Grogolok was a little embarrassed. The smell was indeed unpleasant, but he couldn't cover his nose without caring about his image. "Well... because the weather has been hot recently, and there are a lot of war wolves, so..." After a simple explanation, he jumped on the horse... I mean the wolf.

"Everyone, let's go!"