The elements don't look like that.

Not to mention the appearance, Kael'thas didn't even hear a sound.

He followed Drektar to a passage covered in ice and snow, and then watched as Drektar stood on the round platform inside, talking to himself with his eyes closed.

It wasn't until Drektar walked down that Kael'thas didn't find anything.

"It's over?"

He asked the old shaman with some inaccuracy.

"Well, it's over."

Drektar nodded, turning his gaze to Kael'thas:

"The character you possess is recognized by the elements of the whole world, and they don't hate you."

Not only are they not annoying, but the elementals even like Kael'thas - in fact, the elementals like every elf.

Although the High Elves always add unique colors to nature, they do not destroy it, so they are still recognized.

"It's a pity"

Drektar took a closer look at Kael'thas orc form and sighed:

"You have an excellent talent, a talent that far exceeds that of most shamans."

Kael'thas smiled.

"But I'm an elf."

He still felt that the arcane magic of the High Elves was more suitable for him.

"Even if you're not an elf, you can't be a shaman."

Drektar snorted coldly, then walked around him and walked back:

"Shamans value the soul most in addition to talent, and your mind is not destined to become a shaman."

[Didn't you just say that the elements approved of me?] 】

Kael'thas frowned and followed.

Then, Drektar explained, as if he knew his doubts:

"The elements recognize your character, not your qualifications to be a shaman."

"The most important thing to become a shaman is to love the world and to have reverence and faith in the elements of the world."

Unlike other professions, shamans do not control the elements, but rather receive their help through reverence and faith.

Kael'thas had magic at his heart, and he couldn't believe in the elements, so he naturally couldn't get the likes of the elements.

Drektar led Kael'thas towards another snow-covered place, a light mist in the air, and after a few minutes of walking, a camp with many caves and buildings appeared in front of him.

These buildings are orc-specific domes, and in the camp walk some orcs who look at Kael'thas with strange eyes.

[What about Sal?] 】

Kael'thas didn't notice Sal's figure, and couldn't help but look around a few times.

"Come over here."

Drektar walked forward without the slightest reaction.

【？ 】

At this time, Kael'thas felt a strange sensation: Drektar seemed to be blind.

He hadn't studied history carefully, so he didn't know anything about it, and he didn't pay serious attention to it on the battlefield of Okuyama.

Kael'thas glanced cautiously at Drektar, his eyes were bright and healthy, but they didn't show much color.

It's like a statue.

Kael'thas sighed inwardly.

He guessed that Drektar was still on his toes, and that he was using spells to cover up his flaws.

But that's what he's thinking too much

Drektar couldn't see, but his mind was flexible.

"You seem to be a little curious about these eyes."

He admitted in a low voice:

"Yes, I can't see it."

The shaman calmly admits his flaws and explains them:

"But it's not because of you that you're making this disguise."

Drake Tarl paused, and then didn't want to go any further:

"You'll find out later"

He took Kael'thas to settle in a warm hole and prepared food for him.

Kael'thas stayed with the Frostwolf Clan.

On the third day, he finally saw Thrall, but Thrall's condition was very different from what he had thought.

The orc child was now with his people, but they were hostile to Thrall and treated him with some resentment. He was always the last to eat. Even wolves have priority over Sal for food. He slept in the coldest places, with the thinnest cloak, the worst weapons and the hardest work.

When Kael'thas first discovered Thrall, the orc child was filling a garbage pit and was unusually alienated from his people.

"Why is he treated differently than everyone else?"

Kael'thas asked Drektar a question.

"This child is the child of our previous chief, and he has returned to this clan to join us."

Drektar replied to Kael'thas in a very calm tone:

"But he was raised by humans, and he wouldn't even give up that slave-like name, and we don't need such a person to join and become a leader."

His words were quite ruthless, and even made Kael'thas want to go crazy.

But Kael'thas still didn't do it easily, because he didn't know if this history was originally there.

He continued to observe, and only occasionally in the dead of night would Kael'thas quietly walk to the leaky pen and clothe Thrall, who was sleeping on the thatch, before taking it away again in the morning.

It is unknown if his actions have been discovered or not, but no one has stopped him.

This made Kael'thas even more convinced of his own judgment.

And in order to join this clan, Thrall was far more able to bear indifference and bullying than the average person, after a while

To be precise, if you add the words before Kael'thas came, it took Sal more than a month before he finally couldn't help but break out.

Just as an orc was bullying him, Thrall knocked him down and declared that he was not a slave of the Frostwolf Clan.

Many people saw the scene, and Kael'thas noticed the old shaman's smile.

"I used to wonder how long that would dominate you,"

Drektar walked over and said, Sal looking up at him wearily.

"I'm surprised that you've lasted so long."

The old shaman reached out and took Thrall's shoulder, then laughed.

"Sal, please forgive me for my temptation. We all need to see if you are too arrogant to ask to be one of us, and if you were here to declare your birthright of chiefdom, we would have driven you away long ago - you need to be humble before we recognize you. ”

"But we also don't honor a person who has been a slave for too long. If you don't challenge someone else's offense against you, you're not a real orc. I'm glad to see you both humble and proud, Sal. ”

On this day, Drektar accepted Thrall on behalf of the Frostwolf Clan and decided to pass on the shamanic path to the child.

Kael'thas saw this and this history is on the right track.

Thrall's history after inheriting the shaman is fixed, and he can take the next step to set his own path with the help of his people, save all the orcs held in the shelter, and save them from the exhaustion of blood.

After that, these newborn orcs would leave the continent and cross the ocean to the home of the High Elves, the continent where the Night Elves are now located.

Kael'thas has completed his mission.

But he remained at the moment when the Frostwolf Clan wanted to see Thrall truly inherit the shamanic profession, which was also Drektar's request.

The orc shaman left Kael'thas behind, as if he wanted him to see something.

After another half a month, Kael'thas finally saw what Drektar was hiding.

A group of knights in silver armor arrived at the Frostwolf Clan and exchanged food with them.

This was the first time Kael'thas saw a scene of a paladin and orcs trading peacefully.

"That's why I cover my eyes."

Drektar sighed to Kael'thas:

"No matter what, I can't show weakness in front of humans."

Even if it seems peaceful, if Drektar shows his vulnerability, perhaps the knights may have a different heart.

"But why are you trading together?"

Of course, Kael'thas was most concerned about the relationship between orcs and paladins.

Drektar knew it was a question that had to be answered.

"The answer to this question is also the reason why you were able to enter the Frostwolf Clan."

The orc shaman had a smile on his face, and then replied:

"Years ago, we were discovered by the ruler of Alterac, the young knight."

"We once had a small war, and then after making sure we were harmless, the female knight let us go."

The person Drektar was talking about was Kalia, which made Kael'thas feel a little complicated.

"She said there was a person you told her not to be hostile to orcs, and for that reason she deliberately concealed our presence, and would bring us some food every once in a while."

Drektar's tone was gentle and happy:

"In this world where the Light is used for judgment and sanction, she is the first person I have ever seen to use the Light for peace."

I see, it is for this reason that Kael'thas, who had taught Kalia, had a chance to enter the Frostwolf Clan.

Kael'thas didn't know much about it, but he was both happy and gloomy that the young girl had grown to the point where she is today.

Like, needless to say.

But the gloom is to find that Kalia has grown even more than himself

As a result, Kael'thas didn't reply, and he continued to stay for a while, watching Thrall receive elemental approval.

The young orc was recognized by almost all the elements that had left the orcs after the demon was cursed, but now all returned, and Drektar praised Thrall for having the most powerful shamanic talent in the orc world.

Thrall is like a child of the world, suddenly possessing great power.

Maybe he wasn't strong in his own right, but if Thrall petitioned like an elemental, even Kael'thas wouldn't dare fight him.

It's a strange world that although everyone is working hard, most of those who really reach the apex are not because of their own efforts.

It seems that training cannot become a truly powerful person, and only those who are favored by fate have the opportunity to create great things in the world.

(To be continued)