After learning that Thrall had become a shaman, the whole of Durontar boiled. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Long after the birth of Draenor, the Warlock, the orcs lost their elemental response, and the elemental spirits did not approve of what the orcs did and abandoned the orcs.

After many years, in Azeroth, a new orc shaman is finally born!

For orcs, shamans are not only powerful spellcasters, but also guides for entire clans. Shamans are able to communicate with the elements, and under the guidance of the shaman, the life of the orcs is also under the favor of the elements.

The birth of a new shaman means that the orcs have found their way again!

Under the adoring gaze of the orcs, Thrall even had some difficulty suppressing his fluttering feelings.

Drektar soon spotted the bad momentum, and that same evening, he found Sal.

"How does it feel to be a shaman, child?" Drektar pulled Sal to the campfire.

"That's pretty good!" Sal looked excited, "I never imagined that I would have such power. ”

Looking at the excited Thrall, Drektar smiled kindly.

"Yes, the elements do possess indescribable power."

"But—" Drektar's tone changed, "you must be careful with this mighty power!" ”

"Shamans are messengers of the elements, and we pray to them in order to gain their powers."

"So, we can't go against the will of the elements."

Speaking of this, the old shaman took a deep breath.

"When I was still in Draenau, I lost my wife and children."

Hearing Drektar say this, Thrall was a little at a loss, and he didn't know how to comfort the old man.

"You don't have to think about it, it's because of the pain." Drektar shook his head, "I was out hunting, no longer in the tribe, and when I returned, I only saw their corpses. ”

"I prayed to the elements, but there was no answer—I was so angry that I even roared at the wild spirits to command them to resurrect my wife and children."

"Uh......" Thrall thought for a moment, and found that Drektar's choice seemed to be human, "and then what?" And then what happened? ”

"The elements rejected me, they told me that birth, old age, sickness and death are the rules of all things, and that without death there is no new life. They called my demands barbaric and unreasonable, that I insulted the elements and that I insulted the shamans. ”

"So I was punished, and for a long time I didn't get a response from the elemental - and later, in repentance, the element forgave me."

"It took me a long time to understand that the elements are a law, a law - only by obeying this law can the whole world get better and better, especially after Gul'dan led many shamans to become warlocks, I have a deeper understanding."

"Warlock, I've seen this profession - in the gladiatorial arena, he makes me extremely uncomfortable, he's completely different from my people."

"Phew!" Drektar took a sip, Thrall had never seen him so uncivilized, "You know, Gouyle - we had to leave our home in Draenor because of these warlocks, they twisted the will of the world, imprisoned the elemental spirits, and as a result, the earth cracked, the water dried up, the lava erupted, and the wind never stopped!" ”

"According to our orc traditions, we have lived in peace with the elemental spirits for generations, and even the ancestors have become one with the wild spirits, forever sheltering their children and grandchildren."

"It's true in Draenor, and it's the same in this world called Azeroth."

The next day, after learning to use his powers carefully, Thrall began to participate in the hunt, and for the first time he began to use his connection to the elemental spirits to help the clan.

Thrall asks the Earth Spirit to tell him where there are herds nearby, and asks the Wind Spirit to change the direction of the wind so that the smell of the Orcs will not be smelled by the vigilant creatures.

When supplies were dangerously low and their hunting luck was getting worse, Thrall began to ask for the help of the wild spirits.

Sal knew that there were reindeer herds in this area and found gnawed bark and fresh droppings. But for days, the cautious creatures avoided them. They were so hungry that they had no food.

So, Sal closed his eyes and opened his heart.

"To the wild spirits of all life, I ask for your favor. We only want to fill the bellies of our people, and we will not ask for more. I beg you, the soul of the deer—to sacrifice yourself for us. We won't waste any of your gifts, and we will look up to you. Countless lives depend on the devotion of one life. ”

When Sal opened his eyes, he saw a white stag standing a stone's throw away from him. Those who traveled with him didn't seem to see anything. When the stag's gaze met Sal, he lowered his head and left, and Sal found that it had left no traces in the snow.

"Follow me!" Thrall beckoned to the orcs, "I think our harvest has come." ”

His companions immediately followed, and after walking some distance, they found a large, healthy buck lying in the snow. One of its front legs twisted at an unusual angle, and its gentle brown eyes turned in horror. The snowflakes around him were stirred up, and it was clear that the stag could not stand.

Thrall approached it, instinctively sending a message of calm.

The deer fell silent and lowered its head. Thrall touched its neck gently, then quickly twisted the long neck - without any pain.

After standing up, Thrall saw something different in the eyes of the people around him, just like they had when they looked at Drektar.

"We'll take the animal and eat its flesh. We would make tools out of bones and clothes out of leather. In doing these things, we must remember that it gloriously bestows upon us such a gift - not to waste a single thing. ”

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While Thrall had become a true shaman, all the orc chieftains were still going through difficult challenges.

The rain in the Arathi Heights has stopped.

Escaping after the rain became difficult. Orgrim had to work harder on the trails he left behind.

But under the tracking of the hounds, his movable area is getting smaller and smaller.

Orgrim was injured.

At a sudden encounter, he was spotted by a small group of Lordaeron militiamen with hounds - they did not dare to come forward, but they shot him with bows and arrows from a distance for a long time, and although Orgrim dodged nimbly, one of the arrows passed through the gap in his black armor and landed in his right shoulder socket.

Helpless, Orgrim had no choice but to retreat, and strangely, no one caught up.

Next to a stream, Orgrim took off his armor and pulled out his arrow, and as he was cleaning his wounds, a voice suddenly appeared.

"Oh, you're running so fast - but I'm catching up with you, you're not in a good state right now, I think you need a drink!"

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There will be updates in the evening (to be continued.) )