Drektar shook his head at Sal, who was puzzled, and the old shaman said, "Your trial is not over yet. ”

Sal recalled the elements he had just come into contact with, fire, earth, wind, and water. What else hasn't been touched?, Sal didn't ask his own questions, and continued to close his eyes to find the unfinished trial in the mouth of the old shaman.

Not long after he closed his eyes, Thrall screamed loudly, and a force washed over Thrall's head to the soles of his feet. Is there a fifth element?

Right off Sal got the answer. This power belongs to the spirit of the wild.

Thrall listened carefully to the voices of these wild spirits he had never heard of. We are the spirits of the wild, the essence and soul of all living beings. We are the mightiest, beyond the trembling lands, swift winds, fiery fires, torrential waters. Young Sal, tell us why you think you deserve our help.

For a moment, Sal felt that it was difficult to breathe, and there was more than one power of the Wild Spirit, there were wild wolves, goats, moose, and other creatures that Sal had never seen before. All kinds of forces stir in Thrall's body, and Thrall wants to capture one, but Thrall finds that each power here has its own soul and can hardly be tamed by Thrall. Thrall tried to concentrate his attention, revering each soul with the same reverence for the elemental spirits, even though the sheer number of them made him despair.

Suddenly, Sal went limped and fell to the ground. There was so much power that it was hard for him to get used to. Sal's body felt like a mountain and it was hard to move.

After a while, some visible transparent creatures floated around Thrall, and listening to their soft voices, he knew that he had been judged to be qualified. A real and illusory stag was jubilant around him, and Sal knew that he could not only see the creatures in their form, but also feel their souls and thank them for their gifts. He felt for a moment that he was connected to all the orc bloodlines of the entire clan. The souls of even the most inconspicuous creatures can be as pure as the sky, and their souls are now clearly visible, and Thrall believes that all life can shine with a dazzling light, even in the midst of endless darkness. The power of the shaman is not only connected to the elemental spirits, but also to these beasts, and any shaman who does not treat the wild spirits with the highest reverence and intervene in this chain of souls will fail.

The spirits danced some kind of special dance beside Sal, and then disappeared here, Sal felt relaxed and sat up again, the old shaman walked behind Sal and patted Sal on the shoulder gently, but Sal felt too tired, it was not easy to sit up, and it was really impossible to stand up.

Since Thrall couldn't stand up, the old shaman simply sat down next to Thrall and waited for him to recover.

"Well done, my boy," Drektar said, his voice trembling with excitement. "When you sit down, I wish they would accept you. Thrall, you don't know, it's been a long time, decades have passed since the last time the Spirit of the Beast accepted a shaman. They are extremely angry that some of our shamans have become Warlocks of the Dark Pact and are using corrupt magic. So much so that the current shaman is my age. The spirits of the wild have waited a long time for someone worthy of their strength, and you are the first in years to be given such glory. Once, I thought they would never be with us, but your arrival has changed all this, Sal, I have never met a more gifted shaman than you, and today is only the first day of your elemental communication!

"Hah...... Ha...... Whew......" Sal gasped and said intermittently, "each of these forces is extremely powerful, compared to them I am a flat boat in the sea, I have no strength at all, I can only look up to them......"

"It's because you look up that they recognize you. The power of nature is endless, and a person who does not fear nature will not be recognized by nature. Sal, Durotan and Draka will be proud of you. Come, give me your hand, and we'll go back to rest. ”

Sal shook his head: "Teacher, I still want to stay here for a while, I want to feel it again." ”

"Good!"

The old shaman was very happy with Thrall's efforts, and shook his head with a smile, shook his head, and returned to the Frostwolf Clan on crutches to accept the guidance of the elements.

Thrall has been feeling the power of the elements for several days, and now that Thrall has become a companion with the earth, water, wind, fire, and wild spirits, Thrall can not only call them in the place of meditation, but also communicate with the elements as long as this element exists. Sal feels a lot stronger and more confident than ever.

Now he learns from Drektar about the special "summoning", as the old shaman calls it.

"The sorcerer calls it a spell," he told Thrall, "but we—the shamans—just call it 'summoning.'" We plead, and the power that is with us answers. Or not answer, everything is as they wish. ”

"And did they ever refuse?" asked Sal, confused.

The old shaman suddenly fell silent, and it took a long time to spit out two syllables: "Yes." ”

"When, why?" Sal immediately asked, and then immediately added, "If you don't want to talk about these things, don't tell me." ”

Drektar shook his head and said, "You are a shaman now, albeit a rookie. But it is good for you to know our taboos. It's also a cautionary tale. Their refusal was due to me, and I am ashamed that I have asked for something perverse more than once. For the first time, I asked the flood to destroy an enemy camp. I was angry and bitter because they had destroyed so many of our compatriots. But there were many wounded in the camp, even women and children, and the Water Spirit was reluctant to do that. ”

"But floods happen so often that many lives die. ”

"But that's all in accordance with the will of the water spirit, and that's a natural disaster. I don't know what they need and what they plan. They're certainly not going to tell me. That time, it was against the will of the Water Spirits, so there would be no flood that would drown thousands of humans who the Water Spirits thought were innocent. Later, when the anger subsided, I realized that the water spirit was right. ”