Trekking through a blizzard is not an easy task. By the time Thrall stumbled to the shaman's quarters, he was bruised and could look less embarrassed thanks to the orc's skin color.

Still, as he sat down by the fire with his teeth bared, the old shaman, who was extremely hearing, frowned and asked his little assistant to bring him ointment. Because of the elemental disorder, he can't even use simple healing spells now. But the medicine has been prepared for a long time, after all, you can't bother the elemental spirit with any kind of injury.

Sal thanked him and explained the matter while applying the medicine. Emphasis was placed on Dining's sentence. Drektar shook his head.

"The Elemental Spirits can't go wrong with their decisions, and we'll know why when the time is right." He paused slightly, "...... Even if we may not like that reason. ”

Sal was a little puzzled by the sadness he was displaying, but he didn't ask. It would be rude to provoke an elder to be sad, not to mention that Dineh had not told him such a story.

He was politely silent for a moment, leaving Drektar a sentimental moment. And only then continue the conversation.

"I'll persuade him. I believe that Dineen is not lacking in reverence for elemental spirits, but is simply in a hurry to fulfill his responsibilities, so he resists all extraneous branches. At this point, Thrall noticed the change in the old orc's expression and couldn't help but be surprised, "Do you know what he wants to do, Drektar?" ”

He vaguely remembered what the shaman said when the two were arguing that day, and it seemed that he had mentioned something about it.

Drektar nodded slightly, and said heavily, "He wants to change the fate of the whole world." ”

Sal's eyes widened in surprise. This was not an easy task, and he had the impression that those who wanted to do so would have at least the power of a king or the strength of a hero. And Dineh's ...... Well, he's more similar to the latter.

But in this way, he understood why Dinen was so anxious. For him, this is not a wild statement, but a real and breathless responsibility.

"So, is this a good thing or a bad thing?" He asked.

"No one knows the answer." Drektar replied, "But I think the elemental spirits must have chosen him for a reason. ”

"But he doesn't even have that power right now." Thrall said worriedly, not trying to hide his expectations, he knew that Drektar could hear a deeper meaning.

The old shaman sighed helplessly. Thrall was closer to the two humans who had reached out to him in danger than to his still strangers. Although he had been honest about his hatred of Blackmore, he was wary of the race but had a relatively peaceful attitude. It's good not to fall into hatred, of course, but a good leader should be steadfast in his own people's interests, not in an ambiguous position.

But on the other hand, maybe he will become a bridge between the two communities. Drektar relieved himself in his heart, and then said, "Okay, I can teach him some shamanic techniques for controlling the elements. At least he had to learn not to harm the people around him. ”

With regret for the pot of soup that had been blown up, Sal nodded happily.

However, this teaching cannot be carried out immediately, and Thrall has personally demonstrated the power of the blizzard, and even he is dizzy, and Drektar is unlikely to go out. It won't take at least a day or two for the elemental rebellion to subside. At that time, the old shaman will also be able to suppress the elemental activities when Dinin accidentally loses control.

Armed with the herb bag that Little Paca had prepared, Sal rushed into the snow once more.

The wind quickly erased all traces of his arrival, and by the time he finally found his home, he was already frozen. Fortunately, Albert had prepared early, and Sal was relieved by the two large bowls of steaming broth. He relayed Drektar's words to his companions, and then watched Dinen nervously with the paladin.

The parties were unexpectedly calm. Dining, who was already able to sit cross-legged, just quietly hummed in understanding, and then thanked Sal for his efforts. But Thrall was a little skeptical that he was still irritable about the fact that an orc was going to teach him. There was no trace on his face alone, but Dinen rested in place for a while, then leaned against the wall and tried to stand up.

The other two watched in horror as he staggered. Warriors are the group with the best control over themselves, and Dinen could have stood still and let Albert go even when he was seriously injured, but now he is clumsy like a child who has just learned to walk, stumbling step by step. The uneven ground in the cave adds to the difficulty.

Sure enough, within two steps, Dineh's body tilted and threw himself forward. But before Albert, who had been prepared, jumped up to help, a gust of wind that appeared out of thin air blew violently, knocking him to the ground, and then suddenly disappeared, leaving Dinen lying on his back on the ground, looking loveless.

Sal couldn't help but smile and shook his head. Albert sighed helplessly. But when Dinen got up again, they didn't say a word of dissuasion, but took out the shaman's herbal pack and began to boil the medicine.

The herbs selected by Drektar are all used to replenish the spiritual power of shaman apprentices who have just stepped into the path of the elements, and he has not had an apprentice for a long time, so the raw materials are not very much, but it should be enough to support them for the past few days. If he is a qualified spellcaster, he can return to normal through daily eating and drinking, but Dinen and his mental power are not at all compatible, and he can only recover quickly through this more effective way.

"It seems... It doesn't seem like what I imagined. Dineen said with a subtle look on his face as he took the bowl.

It's not that he can't drink it, but he just remembered that the alchemists of the alliance are used to adding some juice that does not affect the effect to the potions they sell to improve the taste, after all, it is not uncommon for someone to commit suicide because they drink a strange-tasting potion. And fruit-flavored potions can always make people forget how weird the ingredients inside are.

…… But if someone can't hold back and wants a second cup, just change it to juice, and don't take out the killer ingredients easily.

As for the tribes......

- The warriors of the tribe are fearless! Our will is as strong as steel! Improving the taste? Concealing ingredients? That's what a cowardly alliance would do! Yes, we just love the bitter, spicy, sour, earthy smell and the snotty and ashy taste! The brain-like color and golon-like smell don't bother at all!

…… Dineen was really curious about how the parents of the tribe coaxed their children to take medicine. At least in this regard, he admits that the tribe is a hard-working man.

But now the decoction in his hand is normal in all aspects, including the taste is just pure bitterness. Since the decoction made by the soil method was not as bad as he imagined, could it be that the tribe also regarded drinking medicine as a way to sharpen their will? Or is it that since the Alchemists of the Forsaken joined, even the Blood Elves, who have always paid attention to the quality of life, have not been able to balance the tribe's soaring madness index?

Even after all these years, I still don't understand what the guys on the other side are thinking. Di Ning complained about his old opponent calmly, while drinking the potion in his hand. He closed his eyes for a moment, then stood up again.

***

The blizzard's pause was as abrupt as it came. When the frostwolf orcs opened the curtains, they were greeted no longer by the winds that could blow people to their feet, but by the clear skies that summer should have. The older men stood in the doorway, squinting at the warm sunlight that poured over them, while the children ran out of the cave with cheers and pounced on the snow in the square. The frostwolf camp, which had been silent for many days, was once again filled with a lively atmosphere.

At the same time, Drektar also came as promised. Seeing this, Albert happily got up to say goodbye, and Sal wanted to leave with him, but was stopped by Dinein.

"You stay, man." He cupped his forehead, enduring the pain that was still intense, "It's only a matter of time anyway." You're going to get down the road. ”

Sal didn't realize what he meant at first. He slowed down for a moment before his eyes widened in shock.

"You mean I'm ......"

"There is a talent for being a shaman, yes." Dinen turned to the old orc across the fire, "You've seen that too, haven't you?" ”

Drektar nodded slightly.

"Elemental used to talk to me. You do have that talent, Sal. ”

It was nothing short of a bonus. It is important to know that shamans have much rarer talents than warriors, and because of their indispensable abilities and responsibilities, they are also highly respected by their clansmen. For a moment, Sal was speechless. Still pushed by Albert with a smile, he walked to the fire and sat down, the expression on his face still dizzy.

"Say, shaman. Let's listen. After Albert walked out of the cave, Dinen said to Drektar without looking up, "But for the sake of your new apprentice, I suggest you start from scratch." ”

The old shaman glared at him, and although those eyes could not see anything, they still had a hair-making deterrent power: "I don't need you to teach me how to lecture. ”

"Anyway, it's not for me." Dinen responded coldly.

Quickly realizing that he was also a shield, Sal smiled bitterly and played a circle between them: "Don't you have a headache, Dining?" Then take a break. Drektar, could you please start from scratch? I really don't have any foundation for this. ”

For the son of an old friend, Drektar naturally won't be too harsh. Since Dinen was silent, he snorted and did not argue any more, but slowly talked about the ancient knowledge that had been passed down from generation to generation.

At first, Thrall watched Dineen's reaction, wondering if it would be useful for his condition, but soon he was completely immersed in it. What Drektahl had said, he had heard a little intermittently in Dineen's story, but more of it he hadn't even thought about. A magical power attracted him tightly, as if a pair of hands polished his eyes, gave him new vision, and let him see a new world.

Thrall was hungry for knowledge, listening, thinking, asking questions, and sometimes Drektar couldn't keep up with his leaping mind. He was at ease in this new world, even more comfortable and pleasant than when he wielded his weapon. And when the flames spoke to him, Thrall felt more joy than even a hundred victories.

It was only then that Dineh, who had been silent, laughed softly.

"Looks like your shamanic initiation is going to take place with the rite of passage, man." He commented.

Thrall was almost taken aback by him. A large part of it was because he had completely forgotten that Dineen existed. During this time, the latter was so quiet that even his breathing became long and slight. And this is all in order not to disturb the enthusiasm that Sal is bursting out.

"He still has a lot to learn." Drektar disagreed.

Thrall shook his head, "Drektar is right, I still have a long way to go. Now I just hope that you have found something useful. ”

"It's a pity, but it's not." Dinen replied, "Since you've heard so much, you should know what makes my situation special?" ”

Thrall pondered for a moment, then hesitated, "You mean you didn't make a request to the elemental spirits?" ”

"Yes." Dinen agreed, "When shamans harness the elements, they will be the first to ask the elemental spirits to summon them to guide them. Therefore, such forces are usually controllable and subside when the purpose is achieved. ”

"But for me there is no such step. It's more like a mage's arcane in comparison, with the beginning and the end, the way and the effect up to me. It's chaotic, but it's also free. ”

He glanced at the half-shaman in front of him and spread out his hands with a smile.

"—I, the spirit of the elements."