When Sarufar told me about my trip to Razor Ridge, the shaman was also taken aback when she heard Osraj's name. Only then did I know that Osleger's teacher was her friend, and that Oslej was a more gifted shaman, and that he was the best of those students, but Oslej had not returned since he left Orgrimmar, but I didn't expect to hear about him again that he had already died in battle.

So I told how he fought and died. Everyone sighed, but it was a glorious thing to die as an orc, and it was worthy of respect and remembrance that he died fighting for the tribe and for glory.

And when he had finished speaking, the old prophet suddenly pointed to me and said he wanted to show me palmistry.

I have only seen palmistry in Lordaeron, and there are many ways for those soothsayers to give people divination, one of which is to look at hand prints, in their words, everyone's hand prints are different, each texture records the person's past, but also indicates his future, through these textures can see a lot of things he knows and what he does not know. I guess he probably used this method as well, but I can't imagine that orcs actually use this method, and human handprints should be different from orcs.

The old shaman's fingers were very old, his skin was dry and wrinkled, and he had lost his luster from old age. Orcs have larger skeletons, so their fingers are much thicker than ours, and aging has atrophied his muscles, and the thick joints make his hands look ugly, especially the gray nails make me feel that his life probably won't be too long.

I put my hand in his palm, his small eyes narrowed, and the other hand slowly slid along the hand lines on mine. He looked at him for a few moments before slowly raising his eyelids, and everyone looked at him waiting for what he said about me. But he didn't rush to speak, but looked at me with both eyes and observed for a while.

"Isn't our handprint different from yours?" Seeing that he didn't speak, I was the first to break the silence, or I felt embarrassed.

"I'm not looking at your handprints." He spoke. I was a little surprised by his words, so I unconsciously glanced at the female shaman next to me.

"He did give you inspiration." The Prophet went on to ask: "Have you ever felt it?" ”

"I don't know." I said, "But my ability to survive until now and to get out of this situation must have something to do with him." ”

"The shaman's power comes from a fixed source, it can come from the earth, from the fire, from the wind, or from the water, or even from the cosmic void. The stake on the shaman's body is a necessary tool for him to channel these powers, and although you have now returned his totem to his brother, his power is preserved in yours, you know? His eyes were staring at me earnestly.

"To be honest, I don't know." I say. "I thought he would be his ...... The power passed to me, and then I ...... There's going to be a big change or something......" I shrugged.

"He did give you power, or rather, what he gave you...... Methods for generating power. ”

"The Burning Man he summoned is ...... Terrible! I couldn't help but admire, and the words made the female shaman snort.

"That's just one of the shamans...... Skill. The Prophet glanced at her and said, "The ability to communicate with the elements, summon the elements, and harness the elements." It is also the most basic skill of a shaman. ”

"But I ...... No, I don't know how to summon that fire man, I feel like it's ...... It's pretty impressive. The Burning Man did us a great favor. I said.

"As a shaman, the first thing to do is to be peaceful and focused, first to have a heart that is good at discovery, and the elements are everywhere." As he spoke, he pointed his finger at the wine on the table, and with a flick of his finger, the wine in the glass began to boil and float up from the glass.

"Since you've inherited his inspiration, I don't want it to go to waste." He said.

First of all, the word must be followed by a bad thing, I can hear it, but the thought of the "but ......" that follows makes me feel a little unhappy.

He spun his fingers in the air, and the wine that floated in the air gathered into a ball, and he opened his hand, and the ball floated in the palm of his hand. "But you are not a shaman, as for the teachings and spirit of the shaman, I don't expect you to learn and comprehend, I don't know if there are similar people among humans, but you can indeed be the first person to manipulate the elements."

I opened my mouth, but I didn't know what to say. "I hope ...... You can feel them one day and harness the power. He continued.

"How do you feel it?" I asked.

"They're all around you......" he said, holding the ball up in front of me, and suddenly the ball broke down into countless small droplets, and then watched as the droplets became smaller and disappeared into the air altogether.

"You inherited the inspiration of a genius." The shaman said, "You should feel the glory. ”

I looked at her face, but my eyes were drawn to her tiny fangs. "I'm really ......" I'm organizing the words, "pretty ...... Honored. But...... You can take it if you need it, it's more useful to you than I am. I said.

The female shaman stared at me for two seconds and then smiled, "Hmph, do you think you can give this thing if you want to, and you can take it if you want to?" ”

I looked at the old prophet. The old man smiled too, "I hope you won't let down Osleiger's kindness." ”

"But I want to warn you." The shaman said, "The elements of your world...... It's dangerous, be careful to kill yourself. ”

"What do you mean?" I looked at the old prophet in amazement.

He laughed twice, "In our world, the elements are very peaceful, but in your world those elements are full of resentment, they are all angry, I don't know what is going on, but I want to tame them...... It's not an easy task. ”

I froze for a moment, thinking that it would be better not to tell me.

"About you......" he said, "I want you to keep your heart and be a kind person." ”

I was stunned again, "Are you...... What was found? ”

He squinted at me, "What is inside of you that you should know, right?" ”

I shook my head.

"Maybe it's the sorcerers." He said and looked at the female shaman to the side, "Tell our people that the sorcerers are not trustworthy, and that they will damage the soul of that person when they save someone." ”

"He's having a physical problem?" The female shaman frowned.

"You should have heard of the magic of warlocks, the magic they use is the same as those demons, the dark void is the source of their power, and the more evil this magic is, their healing will definitely come with some price." The old prophet said. "Don't you notice the difference?"

I shook my head, "Not yet." ”

The Prophet's tone was tinged with concern, "Your past is not smooth, and your future is just as rough, I hope you can keep the goodness in your heart, and don't make the wrong choice." ”

His words didn't embarrass me, but made me a little worried. And this worry is not because of the future, but because of the people around me. This sentence will definitely reach the ears of more people, Gianna will know, and Varian will definitely know it. I don't know what will become of Varian when it finally reaches Varian's ears. But I can imagine what it might look like.

"I'm sure he will." Sarufar interrupted the conversation, and Lord Rensack glanced at Sarufar and raised his glass to me, "Warriors like you are always welcome in the Horde. ”

I didn't want to go any further, and King Rensack's conversation diverted everyone's attention, he said that he had seen me a long time ago, and he said that he remembered what I had been like when I first came to Orgrimmar, and that there had not been much opportunity to communicate with me at that time, but my words and actions still made a deep impression on him. I guess it's kind of politeness, and orcs also say polite words. To be honest, I have a very vague impression of the time.

When it comes to their impressions of the Forsaken, it's a topic that people are happy to talk about, but they don't understand why I'm playing for the league now.

It's a bit of a difficult question to answer, and it makes me feel embarrassed, are they waiting for me to act like a traitor? Woking saw my embarrassment, and he took the conversation, "Are you having a hard time?" ”

I nodded, "I don't like Silvanas' way of doing things, and I'm watching those people continue to be mired in war...... I lived in that land, I have seen with my own eyes how stable and peaceful it was, and I know how happy the people there used to be. But with the fall of Arthas, all this changed, to be exact, completely destroyed. I can understand that Sylvanas became the Banshee King because she was blessed by Arthas, and that she longs for revenge, but if it is only because of her hatred that the war is infinitely expanded, and everyone will have to pay for his hatred, then this person's actions are despicable. ”

I looked at King Rensack, but I saw a different understanding in his eyes. "You're against Sylvanas?" He asked.

"There are some things that I don't support her." I say.

"Since you don't support her, why do you want her to complete the task of joining the tribe for her?"

"I didn't fully recognize what kind of person she was when I came here to help her seek help from the tribe, and although I have some opinions about her, in my heart I still want to give her a chance, and I hope she can change. At the time, I had this kind of thought, but then I found out that it is so difficult to change a person's mind, and sometimes it is not that you can change it if you want to, but what she thinks in her heart. But it just so happened ...... This woman's personality is very stubborn! ”