Orcs are a bunch of rude and straightforward guys, and they don't have any bad intentions............ At least not in the orc tribes that are hundreds of miles around here.

Originally, the gathering of the patriarchs was as usual, complaining loudly and angrily scolding the black hearts of the human race, and being bullied and abused by those damn adventurers, mercenaries, and even children in the human villages and towns. The harvest of hard work has been pushed very low by human beings, and the slightest complaint will even be violently beaten, and dare to be angry but dare not speak. ...... In the past, there were orcs who couldn't help but resist and were brutally killed by humans, and a few broken warriors who could fight immediately gathered a large group of drunkards, gravediggers, and outlaw adventurers into the gravel wasteland, if it wasn't for the Norman shaman who appeared in time and paid enough price to persuade the humans, the tribe of the orcs who were killed was almost wiped out.

So from that time on, the Norman shaman strictly ordered not to provoke ruthless humans, and was not allowed to set foot in human villages and towns except to sell ore or buy necessary food items.

The Norman shaman felt uncomfortable, but what could he do alone? Orcs are too weak, and humans are too strong. Even if he, as a shaman, is the most powerful orc around, he can only withstand the most ordinary human low-level fighting spirit warrior, if two come, unless he stands under the totem pole, he will only have to escape. In this embarrassing situation, if you don't want to be slaughtered, what can you do but be patient?

Fortunately, the child of the Bata tribe will be able to feel the spirit of nature, and as long as he teaches him the art of shamanism, they will soon have two shamans, and the dilemma will be eased somewhat.

After listening to the complaints of the patriarchs, Norman suddenly said something surprisingly joyful: "I have seen a young man who can feel the spirit of nature, and I will teach him the art of shamanism." If nothing else, we'll soon have a new shaman!"

More than a dozen patriarchs stirred, "Venerable Norman Shaman, what you said is true, who is that young man?"

"Great, we can have one more powerful clan to take on the oppression of humanity, who is he?"

"We have too few shamans, and if every tribe had a shaman, damn humans wouldn't dare to oppress us so wantonly. ”

The patriarchs were excited, shouting and shouting. With a smile, Norman looked at Bata with a look of expectation and apprehension: "Bata, that kid came with you, right?"

"Yes, Venerable Norman Shaman. ”

"Let him in, and let's all get to know our new shaman in the future. ”

It turned out that the young man was from the Bata tribe! Not to mention how jealous the patriarchs were, this weakest tribe was about to prosper.

Soon, Baroque followed Bata into the tent. The tent wasn't huge, and a group of tall and strong orcs looked very crowded inside. He even saw a big orc man, half a head taller than Bata, who was two meters tall, so much so that he stood out from the crowd when he sit.

"Dear Norman Shaman, may the spirit of nature bless you!" Baroque saluted calmly, and then said to the group of patriarchs: "I am Baroque, my patriarch is Bata, it is a pleasure to meet the most powerful warriors of our Gravel Wasteland, and may the spirit of nature always protect your patriarchs." ”

After all, the soul of two lives, and whether it is on earth or before this body, the character is silent and indifferent. So Baroque didn't have the slightest nervousness or apprehension, the only thing was just curiosity about the fierce bodies of the orcs!

If it was a boy from his own clan, he would have been speechless in fright when he saw the wise shaman and so many patriarchs, but the young man named Baroque in front of him was so calm, and the orcs immediately liked this bold boy. They all smiled in what they thought were gentle (most of them were actually very hideous), walked over and patted Baroque on the shoulder, and praised a few words, which was the orc's way of showing kindness.

Baroque responded one by one, with just the right amount of respect, remembering the appearance and name of each patriarch, it was not much difficulty for him to deal with a group of rude orcs. The Norman shaman had a smile on his lips as he watched the Baroque and orc patriarchs talk. First of all, this child is not stupid, and he is very smart and has a calm personality. At that meeting a few days ago, I also saw that he had already communicated with the spirit of nature in ignorance...... He was even approved by the Spirit of Nature, otherwise he wouldn't have behaved so surprisingly, perhaps with something to do with the totem poles of their clan.

Norman had long studied the Baroque totem pole, a remnant of a shaman's sacrifice in the past, much better than his own. It's a pity that his totem pole communicates with the spirit of earth nature, and maintains the power of the first-level demonic beast Shaluo Python. The totem pole in the Baroque tribe is a water system, as if it is maintained in the form of a wolf-shaped monster, and Norman does not recognize it. After all...... There are several kinds of wolf monsters in the water system, and there are almost no water monsters here in the gravel wasteland, and Norman has never seen a few in his life, so he is naturally lonely and unheard.

"Patriarchs, please let me talk to this child. Moraga will treat you well, the orcs of the Gravel Wasteland are brothers, and we must watch over each other. Norman finally said, "Eviction."

The patriarch of the Lizard tribe, Moraga, was the tallest and most sturdy orc, who was the first to salute the shaman, and then led the chiefs out of the tent, soon leaving only Baroque and Norman. None of them spoke, just looked at each other, and Baroque was as calm as ever, waiting for the shaman to ask.

"What is a totem?" they were silent for a long time, and Norman suddenly asked.

Baroque was stunned, lowered his head and thought for a moment, and replied: "It is worship, it is faith, for orcs, it is both the spirit of nature and the soul of ancestors. ”

Norman was taken aback, and the answer was almost entirely correct. The essence of the shamanic art of the orcs is to communicate with the power of the elements, worship the souls of ancestors, let their souls be friendly with the elemental power of nature, and be recognized by the power of the elements, so as to use that power, and the two are equal. Just like human beings cultivating magic or fighting spirit, they are also using and communicating the power of the elements. The spirit of nature, another name is the power of the elements!

"Baroque, have you ever learned the art of shamanism?" Norman asked, this is too unbelievable, if the answer is really Baroque's own understanding, then this child's talent is so terrible that it is almost impossible to appear among orcs, the old shaman is cautious. But there is some anticipation, hoping to hear the best answer.

Shaking his head, Baroque replied, "No, I never learned shamanism. After a pause, he said, "There is a totem pole in our clan, and the Norman shaman should know it." I've gotten something from that totem pole in the last few days, but I don't know what it is, I'm confused. Want to get answers from you. ”

"Can you see the totem of light and shadow?"

"Yes, and more than that. In recent days, every night, a wolf-shaped light and shadow would run around the totem pole, and then turn into a huge wolf head at the top and leap into my chest, and at that time I felt as if my whole body was frozen, and I quickly fainted. But when I woke up the next morning, I didn't feel any discomfort, but I was very comfortable, and there was a magical power swimming in my body, and sometimes I had the illusion that I had become a wolf. ”

"Born Shaman, lover of nature's spirits!...... Orc Light," Norman murmured, sitting a little sluggish, unresponsive for a long time.

Baroque couldn't hear his words clearly, and couldn't help but ask: "I want to learn shamanic art and understand the mystery of the spirit of nature, can you relieve me of my confusion and be my teacher?"

"No one, at least within a few thousand miles of the Gravel Wasteland, no one can be your teacher. I can be your guide and lead you to the shamanic path, but your future cannot be predicted and you need to explore it yourself. Norman's voice was a little choppy, forcing himself to calm his surging emotions.

First of all, he admonished with a very solemn expression: "Baroque, don't tell anyone about your everything, not even your closest people. Abandon any possibility of leakage, because if you let the humans know, it will bring disaster to you, and even to all the orcs in the Gravel Wasteland. ”

Baroque was startled, thinking that the old shaman was lying, but saw that he looked solemn...... Even hideous, hurriedly nodded in agreement. How much can understand Norman's emotions...... After all, the appearance of a powerful shaman among the orcs is not a good thing for humans, and they are definitely willing to strangle it in advance.

"You stay here for three days, and I can only tell you the basics of shamanic art, not to guide you forward. Norman continued: "Orcs don't know magic, although in the distant places beyond the gravel wasteland, there is a legend that there are orc races that can cultivate fighting qi, they call it [beast battle qi], but I just listen to human adventurers talk about it, and I don't know if it's true or not, our orcs are still shamanic at all." In the future, you should, and must go out, to find those more powerful orc tribes, or even clans. If there are powerful shamanic sacrifices there, you should learn from them. ”

Baroque was a little frustrated, he always felt that the old guy was lying to him. First he said a bunch of flattering and boastful good things, and then just to send him away.

The Normans are too old to see the Baroque's disapproval. He shouted sternly, "Don't think I'm lying to you, you can disbelieve me, but you must not tell you who you are a natural shaman." You wouldn't know that there may not be a single born shaman among a million orcs. Your appeal alone can gather countless orcs at once, but if you don't have the power to protect yourself, you will be easily killed by the powerful among the human race. ”

"Venerable Norman Shaman, I sincerely obey you and will not tell anyone until I have the power to protect myself. The old orc became excited again, and Baroque was afraid that the protruding veins on his head would burst, so he hurriedly said.

Norman was a little relieved, "You can stay here from today onwards, and I will teach you everything I can." ”

The Baroques were finally about to begin to learn the long-awaited shamanic technique, when the noise outside the tent interrupted them again. Many orcs cheered and roared outside, and an orc rushed in directly.

"Norman Shaman, we have discovered a new mine, and the ore is rich in ......!"