Chapter 473: Thrall's Determination

Thrall stood in the shadows of the corridor, looking at the tightly closed door of the room ahead, his heartbeat pounding like a war drum.

In his hand, he held a Lumber Axe, the only weapon he could find that was handy for chopping wood and driving off beasts, and he was quite skilled with it. But at that very moment, as he gazed at the door within arm's reach and felt the oppressive atmosphere in the air, his hands could not stop trembling.

He didn't know when his palms had become drenched with sweat.

You must not be afraid, you must not step back. Pull yourself together, Thrall, do you remember your vow of vengeance?

Thrall still vividly remembered that life-changing night when countless warriors of the Frostwolf Clan fled back to the Horde in panic. The once proud Orc warriors had all turned into terrified refugees, fleeing for their lives.

"What happened?" he had asked loudly at the time.

"We lost, we were defeated by the humans."

"My father?"