Lord of the Clans
Chapter One
Even the beasts were cold on a night such as this, mused Durotan. Absently he
reached out to his wolf companion and scratched Sharptooth behind one of his
white ears. The animal crooned appreciatively and snuggled closer. Wolf and orc
chief stared together at the silent fall of white snow, framed by the rough
oval that was the entrance to Durotan's cave.
Once, Durotan, chieftain of the Frostwolf clan, had known the kiss of balmier
climes. Had swung his ax in the sunlight, narrowing small eyes against the
gleam of sunshine on metal and against the spattering of red human blood. Once,
he had felt a kinship with all of his people, not just those of his clan. Side
by side they had stood, a green tide of death flooding over the hillsides to
engulf the humans. They had feasted at the fires together, laughed their deep,
booming laughs, told the stories of blood and conquest while their children
drowsed by the dying embers, their little minds filled with images of slaughter.
But now the handful of orcs that comprised the Frostwolf clan shivered alone in
their exile in the frigid Alterac Mount ... read full excerpt from: Warcraft #2: Lord of the Clans ebook
