“…… Anyway, that's the way it is. ”

After talking about the experience after leaving, Diego raised the bottle and took a big sip - the bottle contained morning dew wine, which was extremely low and not easy to get drunk, this wine was a favorite of mages, they often used it to refresh their minds and promote mana recovery, but many times, in the eyes of the dwarves, this drink was too low in content to even be classified as alcohol.

Diego felt that he needed a clear brain and mouth now to apologize for the trouble he had caused to everyone in his hot-headedness. Not even the most reckless orc would be so impulsive, but it was clear that the companions didn't seem to need his apology.

"Speaking of which, this woman is really pitiful." Masrae lamented sympathetically that the Night Elves had always had conflicted views of her former elven compatriots, admiring her fight against the undead scourge – both during and after her death, and instinctively disgusted by this unnatural "life" on the other.

"So, Diego, did you agree to help her?" The dwarf keenly grasped the point and asked.

"Yes, we can't afford to watch the Undercity fall into the hands of the Dreadlord Varimathas, either from the side of the Alliance or the Horde." Diego replied. In fact, when he promised Sylvanas in the throne hall, he decided that if his companions did not approve of his approach, he would go alone.

"That's right, we don't really like this ally, but we have to do our duty." Nazir? The blood spear said, since the encounter with the old friend of the minotaur who "came back from the dead", the orc's hatred for the Sylvanas has been reduced a lot, and he finally remembered the other party's "ally" identity, he paused for a moment, and continued, "The orcs are what they say. ”

"Even if it's not so reluctant." Beside him, the Minotaur also spoke out in agreement.

"Alright, well, although the Forsaken are just as annoying, they are still a little more pleasing to the eye than the demons, a little bit, let's help them kill the demons first." Brian? Copperbeard nodded helplessly, although he wished that the forsaken and the demons would eat the dog, and it was best to bite to the end, but he also knew that such an ideal situation was impossible to achieve, so he had to choose the lesser of two evils. What's more, as invaders, demons have always been at the top of the list of enemies by the various races of Azeroth.

"What are we supposed to do?" Masrae concluded by saying that as his most loyal old friend, he would never question Diego's decision.

"It's not finalized yet, Sylvanas is now preparing his army, and we may be able to set off with them." Diego replied that, in fact, even Sylvanas herself probably hadn't figured out what to do, and the first thing she had to do now was to gather the men first.

"So, guys, what are we thinking about so much now?" The dwarf grinned, holding up the leather bag containing the Mogaure spirits in his hand and making a gesture to clink glasses, "It's time to celebrate, celebrate that we survived this time!" ”

"To live!" A group of people clinked glasses happily.

Dwarves have always had a knack for skewing any conversation to drinking. But I have to say that after a series of battles, a group of people who are extremely tired really need wine to relieve their fatigue.

More firewood was thrown into the campfire, and the fire grew stronger, and the bright flames scorched everyone around them. As more liquor poured into their stomachs, the atmosphere in the camp became more and more lively, and everyone shouted loudly, boasting about their past heroic deeds and laughing at the misdeeds of their companions.

"Man, twenty years ago, more than one orc fell under my hammer, but today I want to say that you are not like them, you are not as crazy and brutal as them, although you are as ugly as them, but at least you still have reason and can tell the difference!" The dwarf poured a sip of the bitter wine of the fairy juice into it, patting the shoulder of the blood spear, though he could only reach the latter's back. Well, that's how dwarves speak, embarrassingly blunt, simple and brutal honesty.

"Indeed, since Hellroar killed Malones, the orcs who have escaped the curse of demonic blood have regained their sanity! But apparently few people understand this, especially for the league. The blood spear grasped the point of his words very well, in fact, the orcs never minded their appearance, in their eyes, strong is beautiful, weak is ugly.

"There will be more people who will understand this." The dwarf was silent for a moment, then patted the orc on the back again and said. He held up the wine bag, which was already the fourth bag of Immortal Juice Bitters he had killed, and the exotic wine seemed to his taste, "Cheers, for the Orc Awakening!" ”

"Cheers!" The blood spear raised its glass and drank bitterly.

"How? Man, are you alright? In the midst of the excitement, Diego turned his head and looked with concern at the Minotaur shaman, who looked a little weak.

"It's not bad, Masrae has done me a great favor, there are still some commonalities between the druid's healing spells and the shaman's healing techniques, the two complement each other and the effect is amazing." Dezko looked gratefully at the druid, who was drinking, and said with a smile.

The experience of escaping death was not without its mark on the Minotaur - the long mane was scattered behind his back, the ring on his nose had been lost somewhere, and his eyes were full of exhaustion. But his body was still strong, his muscles were still strong, and Diego knew that suffering had not defeated this brave and tenacious warrior, who was still as determined as a rock, and that within this majestic body was an unyielding soul.

"I thought you ......," Diego whispered, patting the Minotaur on the shoulder, he wanted to say something to the old friend, but he didn't know what to say. He could only pat the minotaur's strong shoulder with all his might, as if this was the only way to express his excitement.

"yes, at that moment, I thought I was going to die." Dezko also said with some emotion, he did not shy away from talking about his "death".

"Anyway, I'm glad you're back," Diego said, rubbing his eyes. He hesitated, but in the end he didn't resist his curiosity, "To be honest, I'm really curious, how did you survive in the sewers at that time?" It's nothing short of a miracle! ”

"That's a miracle indeed!" Dezko agreed, grabbing a handful of sand from the ground with emotion, then letting go of it, quietly watching them slowly slide from his fingers, "It's all from Mother Earth's grace." ”

The noisy camp fell silent, and the friends who were drinking pricked up their ears and listened quietly, and for the first time they had heard the Minotaur tell him about his resurrection from the dead—the reunion of his friends was too short to be heard from the Minotaur's mouth.

"In fact, the moment the rock fell, I thought it was all over." Dezko was completely lost in memory, his voice low and ethereal, as if in a dream, "But just when I thought I was about to die, Mother Earth gave me another choice, to continue to live and become her messenger on earth. ”

"Wow, that's cool!" The orc warrior couldn't hold back his admiration, his eyes full of envy, "I dare say, you must be the first, you know, except for the earth element, she has never bestowed this glory on mortals. ”

"Yes, it's an incomparable honor, especially for a shaman." The Minotaur smiled innocently, but in his heart, there was another unspoken passage, for in this revelation from Mother Earth, she had prophesied an invasion and the Burning Legion was about to re-enter the world. This prophecy weighed on the Minotaur like a heavy rock, and he felt that he should carry the pressure alone, at least until he reported to the Ring of the Earth(1).

"Tell me more about how Serrazane got you out?" Brian? Copperbeard asked curiously. The dwarves born deep underground are not short of knowledge of Mother Earth, but they believe in the Titan sculptor Kazgros and don't treat her as religiously as the Minotaurs - they at least dare to call her by her name.

However, as the mildest of the four elemental monarchs, the followers of Mother Earth, like herself, never felt offended by her being called by her name, and Dezko didn't mind what the dwarf said, he closed his eyes slightly, and continued to tell about his fantasy journey.

"The moment the rock above the sewer fell, the hellhound opened its mouth in terror and let out a terrible wail of despair, and I pulled myself out of the beast's teeth with the last of my strength, and crawled on its soft tongue. The beast's hard skull protected me from being crushed by the rocks, while Mother Earth's shelter protected me from the evil power within it. ”

......Almost everyone couldn't help but gasp, they could imagine how painful it was to break free from the sharp teeth that pierced their bodies, and what kind of patience and strength it took to do so.

"To tell you the truth, I don't envy you at all now, Dezko, Mother Earth's favor to you is not without reason, you are a true warrior, and she chooses people very accurately." The orc said, slamming his fist hard into his chest as he saluted the warrior in front of him, "You're a true hero, worthy of a Rockeverdnord, and I'll be sure to tell people about it when I return to Orgrimmar." ”

"So, what about later?" After sighing, Masrae asked.

"Mother Earth used her power to mend my broken body, and of course, the dying lava dog provided enough flesh essence to do a good thing." Dezko said. In the understanding of shamans, the Mother Earth is also in charge of death and rebirth, drawing vitality from the apoptotic life and giving birth to new sprouts of life, which is the way of reincarnation of the earth.

"But that lava dog has been pollut......ed and modified by evil powers," Diego interjected worriedly. This chaotic power from the Twisted Void is difficult to remove once it is contaminated.

"Don't underestimate the greatness of a god, Mother Earth is not ignorant of evil powers, knowing that the Burning Legion invaded Azeroth 10,000 years ago." Dezko said proudly, "Purifying the invasion of evil energy is not too difficult for Mother Earth. ”

"Wow, that's a ......" This time, even the dwarves couldn't help but admire, "Tell me, what has changed in you?" You know, not everyone's body can be transformed by the gods, and this is simply an incomparable gift. ”

"That's true." The Minotaur shaman replied, spreading his broad palms—Diego noticed that all the sand he had been holding in his hands had slid to the ground—and pressed to the ground, and under the horrified gaze of the crowd, the puddle of sand moved slowly, flowing and turning on the ground like a stream of water, flexible and unpredictable. Sometimes they depict the sun, sometimes they transform into the shape of an eagle, or a wolf and a kodo, and finally, they converge upwards and pile themselves up into a rock emblem representing Mother Earth.

Dezko picked the emblem from the ground and handed it to Diego: "Pinch and look." ”

The hunter pinched it hard, and he was surprised to find that the egg-sized emblem of loose sand was now as hard as a real rock, without any deformation at all. He was stunned to pass the emblem to the others, and then reaped the same surprise on their faces as he did himself.

"My relationship with the earth has become even closer, and I can borrow the power of dust, earth, rocks, and mountains in any realm ruled by Mother Earth." The Minotaur grinned, his face full of smug expressions of "Come and envy me", but his companions didn't let him get his way.

"It's amazing, but how did you get caught by the pharmacists?" Masrae asked playfully.

"Well, my body had to go into a dormant state in order to adjust to the sudden increase in strength, and in fact, I don't even know how someone dug it out from under the rock." Dezko said a little embarrassed, "When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I saw was Nazaire's ugly face. ”

"Hey, buddy!" Blood Spear shouted discontentedly from the side. Even though the orcs didn't mind what they looked like, such a slap in the face still made him a little annoyed.

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Praise be to Mother Earth!" Diego held up the bottle and suggested, "For everything she did to Dezko!" ”

"Praise be to Mother Earth!" His suggestion was met with an enthusiastic response, and the partners raised their wines in their hands and drank them heavily.

They made a loud noise and drank until they were drunk and unconscious. That night, they drank all the wine in Diego's demon bag. You know, it was the largest hotel in Orgrimmar, a tenth of the cellar stock of Broken Fangs, and when I bought it, I was very happy to the orc boss Gryshka, and before leaving, I gave them a large oak wine glass with the tavern badge, but unfortunately I don't know where I lost it in the previous battle.

It was late at night.

As no one added firewood, the campfire burned out, and the surroundings became dark, and the camp was filled with the deafening snoring of adventurers, who lay on the ground like that, not at all afraid that someone would sneak up on them. Because in the darkness at the edge of the camp, a yellow leopard was lurking in the shadows, watching everything around him vigilantly.

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Note (1): The Ring of the Earth, also known as the Council of Clay, is a pan-Azeroth-world shamanic organization, whose members are all respected shamans, but not limited to a certain faction or race, and even intelligent races from other worlds, such as Nobordon the Breaker from the Outlands - of course, this happened after the Burning Expedition. The main goal of the Ring of Earth is to keep the elemental spirits at peace by communicating with them and stabilizing their emotions in order to prevent them from causing havoc in Azeroth. In a way, the Ring of the Earth also serves as an elemental spokesperson, conveying the thoughts or requests of the elemental spirits to the people of Azeroth.