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Seriously, when it comes to the word shaman, Mochi wants to refuse at first.

Because there has always been such a legend among the Shamans of Azeroth—

The son of Durotan, the founder of the new tribe, the third Great Chief, the leader of the Ring of the Earth, the cosmic shaman Thrall, who can always fall to the ground and fake his death at critical moments, sucks up the luck of all his peers, so the shaman profession can never be strong.

On the eve of each version, some people say that the next version of the shaman will definitely rise, but the reality is that the "rise of the shaman" has always been a legend, and many people have said this legend, but no one has really seen it.

If there was another choice, Mochi would definitely not choose the Shaman profession. But his physical and magical talents determined that he had no better choice.

So he had to follow the troll named "Gizley".

Gizli, like other female trolls, has a particularly beautiful body. And in terms of figure, the troll girl can be said to be the best of all races, but in the face of that blue complexion, many perverts can only refuse.

Dressed in traditional troll attire and a hand-dyed skirt cut into a blue pattern, Gizli walked with the hem of the skirt swaying with her slender waist. Red hair tied up in a strand on top of the head, this is also the traditional hairstyle of trolls, not ugly, but also far from the aesthetics of other races.

According to her own introduction, she is a shamanic professional trainer from the Evil Tooth tribe of Hinterland, who came to Silvermoon City to promote the way of shamanism.

"Come on, come in." Gizli said, lifting the tent curtains.

Gizley's tent was set up on the lawn next to the elder walkway, and several passing Silvermoon City residents cast dissatisfied glances at the tent. Of course, what made them really unhappy was the trolls themselves, as there had been protracted wars between the High Elves (the forerunners of the Blood Elves) and the trolls throughout history. Prejudice against trolls is deeply ingrained in the culture of blood elves, and even today, when trolls and blood elves belong to the same tribe, there are still a small number of blood elves who still have prejudices against trolls.

Mochi walked into the tent with two undead companions.

In addition to hay and cowhides to keep warm and damp, the tent also contains some ritual items such as painted masks, animal skulls, and small wood carvings.

"Why don't you just stay in a hotel, it's so much more convenient than here." Linda asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Because it brings me closer to Mother Earth and makes it easier for me to feel the elemental forces in nature." As he spoke, Gizli lit a bundle of hay and waved it, letting the smoke envelop each of them (except Akarin) as a purification of them.

"Now let us be honest with each other, stranger, and take off your cloak." With that, Gizley sat down on a cowhide cushion with his legs bent.

Mochi hesitated for a moment, but finally complied.

"Surprising." Seeing Mochi's true face, Gizley couldn't help but open her fat lips, "I've heard of this kind of thing before—fish-man shamans sheltered by nature spirits, but this is the first time I've encountered them myself. ”

Sheltered by the spirit of nature. This statement puzzled Mochi. The concept of a spirit of nature is not like the power of magic or the power of the Light, which is more abstract and Mochi knows less about this power.

"I see doubt in your eyes. I understand that this is difficult to understand, including myself as a learning process. But I'll do my best to clear your doubts. "But, first of all, you should be glad that I'm not part of the Darkspear tribe, and I don't have that much aversion to fishmen. ”

Moqi had read the history of the Darkspear tribe, and those tall Darkspear trolls were almost wiped out by the fishmen. This has always made Mochi wonder, what are the secrets of this fish-man army described by the Darkspear Trolls as formidable? However, this kind of problem is not something that can be figured out by fantasy, and it is better to focus on the present.

Gizley reached out and placed a hand on Mochi's forehead, "I can feel the blessing of the beast spirits in you, and the bonds of the elemental spirits with you, ah, and courage and wisdom, yes, you are very gifted......"

"Putting your hand on your forehead doesn't just feel your body temperature, how do you see so many things?" Without Anvena by her side, Moqi's fish-man language is naturally incomprehensible to others, and Gizley is no exception.

Gizley filled his tobacco, lit his long pipe, and took a deep puff, "Don't worry, my fish-man friend, let's take our time and tell you everything I know." ”

"Everything in the world has its life, its strength, its soul."

As he spoke, Gizley took a puff of smoke at Mochi, who choked on tears while the shaman laughed happily. Moqi was sure that this thing was deliberate, and was thinking of a way to save face, but Linda on the side shouted-

"It's a wolf!"

Mochi looked at it, and the smoke that came out of Gizley's mouth formed the image of a wolf after touching Mozzie's body.

"The spirits of all spirits and the elements—earth, water, wind, fire, and wild spirits...... The connection is very close. A shaman, on the other hand, is a person who feels the power and soul of all spirits, and as a messenger who communicates with all spirits, we can feel the life force contained in the earth, and even a lifeless stone has its soul. ”

As he spoke, Gizley threw a red stone into Mochi's hand.

Mochi looked at it and saw that the stone was an ordinary agate stone, and there was nothing special about it. Mooch held it in the palm of his hand, trying to feel the kind of life force that Gizley had said, but Moch felt nothing related to life other than the cold, hard touch.

Gizli smiled and withdrew the red stone from Mochi's hand, "Don't be in a hurry, don't be frustrated. I believe that one day, you will be able to communicate with the stones. Now the stone tells me that it wants to return to Mother Earth. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she casually threw the stone outside the tent.

Mo Qi suddenly felt that this man was a god, and he began to waver about whether he had the talent to become a shaman.

Mochi took out a few coins from his money bag and wanted to get rid of the guy so he could get back to the hotel and rest early.

Who knows, after receiving the money, Gizley refused to let Moqi go, "I really didn't misunderstand you." Not only do you have the potential to communicate with all souls, but you also understand my heart. I can't wait to start training you, yes, what are we waiting for? Let's get started now! ”

In this way, Mochi began his shamanic path.