Their so-called "home" was actually a "room" dug into a cave.
It was a vast cave at the foot of the mountain, with "rooms" of various sizes carved into both sides.
These rooms were so makeshift that some were not even square inside. Strictly speaking, the smallest barely qualified as recesses in the wall.
The uneven ground and jagged stone walls spoke everywhere of the place's crude, primitive conditions.
Clearly, the Frostwolf Orcs could live in such an uncomfortable environment.
Or perhaps they simply had no other choice. After all, Alterac Valley was so cold that at night they could only shelter in caves like this to keep warm-just as they had once done in Frostfire Ridge.
Rhode sat there, watching Drek'Thar.
For ages, shamans had served as the spiritual leaders and keepers of tradition in every orc clan. When the orcs grew timid and fearful, the shamans were the whip driving them forward; when they grew hotheaded, the shamans were the reins holding them back.
Yet before the First War broke out, a considerable number of orc shamans had pursued power above all else. Tempted by Gul'dan, they had ultimately abandoned their noble shamanic faith and fallen into becoming fel warlocks who worshipped demons.
It was then that the pillars of faith supporting many orcs had utterly collapsed.
They had become twisted and evil, no longer believing in honor. Even "Lok-tarogar!"-the orc oath passed down for a thousand years-no longer held any sway over them.
Even so, a handful of shamans who still upheld the orcs' ancient traditions had stepped forward, and the primal, simple teachings of shamanism continued to spread of their own accord.
As spiritual leaders of the clans and the Horde, these shamans guided their people through those dark times. They believed that all things possessed