Chapter 31: Contact with the Draenei

After going through the most difficult task, all that was needed next was to return to the clan to report.

In a cave.

"It's going to rain." Nergo muttered as he looked at the weather outside.

Although there was no sign yet, the elemental spirit would not lie to him. The water and wind elements outside were too abundant, which was often a precursor to a thunderstorm.

Rumble...

Just as he thought, the clouds began to gather, and the black clouds brought down thunder with great momentum.

Along with the thunder, raindrops also fell.

The surrounding wind elements surged even more, but the sound coming from his mind not only failed to confuse his thinking and make him feel irritated, but instead gave him a sense of tranquility and peace.

The negative emotions such as depression and anger that originally existed in his heart seemed to be swept away.

Purification, yes, it felt like being purified.

Nergo roared, put down his previously held heart, and released all his emotions.

Then he gasped for air.

"Huh, much more comfortable."

Nergo peeled off the black wolf's skin and made a simple piece of clothing to put on himself.

Although in fact, it was just a simple cloak made by washing off the blood stains.

Not to mention, the wolf meat tastes good, and the cloak is not bad either.

Behind a boulder, Nergo bit its meat, sprinkled the seasoning prepared in his pocket, and grinned: "This is the balance of nature."

Because of his desire for honor, he chose to hunt wild beasts.

At the same time, he might be hunted by wild beasts because of his honor.

This is the balance that shamans often talk about.

As time changed, the pale lady gradually ascended to the sky, and the dark night made the surroundings extremely peaceful.

There were no blind beasts, nor ferocious enemies.

There were only thunder and raindrops falling on the ground.

Sitting next to the fire made by lightning, Nergo wrapped the wolf skin a little tighter.

If nothing unexpected happened, he should sleep here tonight, and the wolf skin would be his quilt.

Just as Nergo was about to close his eyes, he suddenly heard footsteps not far from the cave.

His ears moved, and his hand reached for the axe beside him.

In the rain, a group of blue-gray Draenei were moving fast. Judging from the only thunder elephant in their team and the goods on it, they should be a caravan.

The leading Draenei held an elephant stick and urged the members of the team to speed up, "Naru bless, there is a cave ahead, we can rest in it for a while."

Because Nergo's hearing was not bad, and he was also an orc who had learned the Draenei language, he naturally heard the voices of the Draenei not far away.

"It doesn't look threatening." Nergo's fingers holding the axe loosened slightly. Generally speaking, the Draenei are still a very kind race.

For hundreds of years, they have maintained a harmonious relationship with the orcs.

"Everyone, work harder and don't fall behind!"

"Thanks to the Holy Light, we didn't lose a single person."

The leading Draenei glanced back and counted them one by one. There were exactly 9 Draenei plus an Elekk, and no one was left behind.

"There's a fire there!"

Sure enough, when they got closer to the cave, some Draenei saw the warm fire in the cave.

"Is anyone there?" The leading Draenei said in a stuttering orcish language: "We are a Draenei caravan, hoping to take shelter here."

At the same time, he also told the accompanying caravan members to be ready for battle at any time.

Because among the natives of Draenor, only the orcs are the most friendly to the Draenei. If the people here are not orcs but ogres or sabertooth tigers, then a fierce battle is inevitable.

"There is only one orc inside." Nergo said, "You'd better come in quickly."

Nergo spoke fluent Draenei, and the other party obviously didn't expect an orc to speak such fluent Draenei.

They were stunned for a moment, and then the Draenei smiled and said to his companions, "Huh, that's great, and he knows our language, looks like a shaman?"

The group walked into the cave one after another. Fortunately, the cave was big enough to accommodate the entry of the thunder elephant.

The not-so-big thunder elephant was tied aside. At the same time, some of the Draenei unloaded the goods, some cleaned up a piece of open space, and some Draenei were responsible for making a fire and preparing to eat something.

"Hello."

Nergo looked up and saw that it was the leading Draenei.

Like other Draenei, he has tentacles on his chin and blue-gray skin. Since he is a male Draenei, he has no hair like most male Draenei, as well as a thick and smooth tail and sheep legs that are different from orcs. The reason for this description is that their legs are not straight, but bent backwards, and the forked hooves look like sheep legs.

"My name is Thordoan." The Draenei said.

"I am Nergo." Nergo simply said his name.

"Are you a shaman from the Dragonmaw Clan?" Thordoan was surprised, "Sorry, I don't mean anything else, but I didn't expect you to come so far."

Nergo shook his head, "I am a shaman, but not from the Dragonmaw Clan."

Then he smiled again, "Many people think I am a Dragonmaw orc after hearing my name, which is not surprising."

"What about you? Are you merchants from Shattrath?" Nergo was a little curious. Of course, if possible, Nergo would like to exchange some small things with them.

For example, their exquisitely handcrafted tools and weapons and knowledge from aliens.

"Do you know Shattrath?" Thordoan was even more surprised. Shattrath, the capital of the Draenei, has always been covered by illusions. It is a place that the orcs have never set foot in for hundreds of years.

"Of course, our ancestors once visited there, but it was called Goria at that time." Nergo laughed.

"Yes, the former capital of the ogres, and we had some... conflicts with them for this." Thordoan finally chose to use the word conflict to describe the battle at that time. After all, the offensive of the ogres was not very deadly in the eyes of these alien Draenei.

"I still remember that day. I was still a child at that time. My father was the garrison officer responsible for defending the city at that time." Thordoan said with some sighs.

"..."

Nergo was speechless. He knew that the Draenei lived a long life, but their appearance was too deceptive. He thought he was a young man in his 20s, but he said he was over 100 years old. In his previous life, he would have been a legendary figure.

Perhaps knowing what he was thinking, Sodoan smiled slightly, "Almost all of us Draenei remember the day we first arrived in Draenor."