"These creatures have some value to us at this time," Gul'dan said. Durotan's body felt unusually heavy, but he focused his attention on Gul'dan. "We'll use them to demonstrate our new magic. ”

He nodded to the first Blackstone shaman in the queue. The shaman bowed, looking a little excited. The orc closed her eyes and focused. The sound of a storm filled Durontan's ears. A strange pattern of purple light appeared at her feet, surrounding her. Above her head, a purple square slowly turned. Then, suddenly, a short, screaming creature appeared at her feet. The creature jumped, its eyes burning red, its small, sharp teeth baring out as if smiling. Durotan heard whispers around him, and some frightened hisses.

The other shamans also summoned purple horrific circles and squares, and clearly visible creatures appeared as if out of thin air. Some looked huge, a shapeless mass of different shades of blue and purple, floating ominously. Those with [no error] W are pretty on the outside, except for their beast-like hooves and bat-like wings. These summoned creatures, large and small, all stood or sat calmly next to the person who summoned them.

"Quite small pets," the distinctive voice came from Grom Hell's roar, sneering, "but what can they do?"

Gul'dan laughed presumptuously, "Be patient, hell roar," he said, almost arrogantly, "it's strength, not weakness." ”

Hell's roaring brow furrowed together, but he remained silent. Durotan thought that he was probably as curious as everyone else. Blackham stood. With a little smile. Looks like a proud father. Only he didn't seem surprised by what was happening here. Durotan realized that Blackhan should already know what these new shamans were capable of, and he knew, and agreed.

A draenei was pushed forward, his hands still tied, and he staggered a few steps, then stood up straight, expressionless. Only his slowly wagging tail made people feel the pressure.

The first shaman stepped forward, waved his hand and chanted in a low voice. The little creature beside her screamed and throbbed, and then the flames of its clawed hands burst into flames and rushed towards the helpless Draenei. At the same time, a ...... Dark Ball ...... formed at the fingertips of the shaman and then rushed towards the captive. The pain made him grunt, and his blue muscles were charred by the little creature's attack, and he fell to his knees in great pain when the black ball hit him.

The shaman whispered something again, and the tormented draenei's muscles burst into flames. Draenei, who had been silent in pain, was now screaming in torment, his cries muffled by something in his throat, but audible. He fell to the ground, twitching and rolling, like a freshly caught fish. In the end he didn't move. The smell of burnt meat fills the air. There was silence for a while. Then Durotan heard voices he never thought he would hear: voices of approval, and cries of joy at the sight of the bound enemy helplessly tortured to death.

Durotan looked at Yi Qiē in fear. Another captive was also killed as a result of the demonstration. This one was whipped with a leather whip by the shaman's good-looking servant. Stand straight in the rain of fire and the engulfment of darkness. The third draenei was brought forward, his magic essence drained by a monster resembling a shape-shifting wolfdog using the tentacles on its back. Durotan felt sick as he watched the sacred land streak of blue blood and ashes of burning limbs, as if bile had rushed to his throat. The land was once so rich, and it is still so, though its profound tranquility has been so rudely desecrated. Here, he used to sing and dance under the moon, once worked on small schemes with his childhood friends, and once met the people he loved deeply. Here, many generations of orcs celebrate their unity, and it is so sacred that any fighting is immediately stopped, and those who fight are ordered to calm down or separated. Durotan was not a shaman, he could not feel the spirit of the land, but that did not prevent him from feeling the pain of the land, just as much as his own. ...

Patriarch Cashur, these are certainly not what you want, he thought. Cheers filled his ears, and the stench of blood and charred flesh stimulated his sense of smell. And the most terrifying thing was that he looked at his compatriots, and even some of his own clansmen, who were mad at the pain and torture of creatures who could not even roar at them.

He felt a faint pain in his hand, and in his confusion he saw Drakar gripped his hand tightly, as if it was about to break his bones.

"Salute to the shaman!" Someone shouted.

"That's not right!" Gul'dan's voice spread through a boisterous cheer, "They are no longer shamans, they are abandoned by the elements - they no longer summon them and beg for help. Look at these people who have power, look at these people who are not afraid to use it. Look at that...... They're warlocks!"

Durontan's hand clasped tightly with his partner's, but he turned his attention to the holy mountain, which, as always, stretched abruptly into the sky, reflecting the sunlight from the side. For a long time, Durotan wondered why the Holy Mountain was not broken, like the heart of a sentient being, conquered in its own shadow by the horrors of what was happening.

There were various celebrations that night. Durotan did not participate in any activities, nor did he allow members of his clan to participate. Drektar sat by their little fire, eating in silence, and he had the guts to ask Durotan the question that Durotan also knew.

"Chief," Drektar said quickly, "will you allow us to learn the way of the Warlock?"

There was silence for a long time, only the crackling of the fire. Finally Durotan spoke.

"Answer me a question first," he said, "do you approve of what was done to the captives today?"

Drektahl looked uncomfortable. "I ...... It would be better for us to attack them in an open battle. He admitted. "But they are our enemies. This has been confirmed. ”

"It's just a confirmation that they fight back when attacked. Durotan retorted, "That's all that confirms. Drektar tried to retort, but Durotan waved him to stop. "I know. This is the will of the souls of the ancestors. But today I saw something I never thought I would see. I saw holy places that had been at peace in our not-so-distant history contaminated by the blood of those who could not even raise their hands to protect themselves. ”

He saw that there were people moving outside the circle. He smelled Orgrim. Durotan continued, "In the shadow of Voshugu, the massacre of the Draenei today is not to protect our land from threats. They slaughtered captives to show off their new ...... Skill. ”

Orgrim coughed lightly, and Durotan asked him to sit up. Everyone in the room knew Orgrim, and everyone knew him and welcomed him to the fire.

"Orgrim," Draka said, gently touching her friend's arm, "the first...... Warlock...... from your clan. What do you think?"

Orgrim stared at the firelight. His thick eyebrows wrinkled together as he sorted his thoughts. "If we are to fight against the Draenei - even if you Frostwolf Clan do not think it is necessary - then we must fight for victory. The elementals have abandoned the shaman. They are fickle and by no means the most reliable allies, unlike a friend. ”

He glanced at Durotan and smiled slightly. Durotan smiled despite the heaviness in his heart.

"These new creatures, these strange strange magic—they seem more reliable and more destructive. ”

"But they feel a little ......," Draka's voice was interrupted. Drektar interjected, "Draka, I know you're worried. Those are definitely not the forces of nature, at least not the forces of nature that we shamans are familiar with. But who's to say that's wrong? Then they have the reason to exist. Fire is fire. It doesn't matter if it's a dance from your fingertips or a blessing from a flame spirit. They burn just as much**. I agree with our guests. Since we are waging war, we are not fighting for defeat!" ...

Drakar still shook his head. Her pretty eyes looked unhappy, and her hand waved as if trying to catch some words.

"It's not just about summoning flames, or weird dark arrows," she said, "I've fought the Draenei before. I've killed the Draenei too. But I've never seen them roll and twitch in such pain, or make any noise from the torment. Those servo warlock stuff seems to be ...... Enjoyed it. ”

"We enjoy the hunt," Durotan noted, saying that he did not like to quarrel with his partner, but as he always did, he needed to see all aspects of things in order to make the most appropriate choice for his clan. And the wolf also enjoyed the feast of steamed meat. ”

"Is it wrong to desire victory?" Orgrim defiantly, his grey eyes narrowed, "Is it wrong to enjoy the joy of victory?"

"As far as hunting goes, in terms of victory, that's right. But I'm talking about torture. ”

Drektar shrugged, "Either those summoned creatures live off it, or only then can they survive." ”

"Do we need that?" Drakar's eyes reflected the fire, and Durotan felt sad, knowing that it was not anger that sparkled, but tears of disappointment. "The Draenei have always had magic superior to ours, even with the help of the elements. "I've always been a shaman. I was born that way. But now I sue you and I will embrace the way of the warlock, if the leaders of our clan allow it. Because I've been working with the elements for so long, I understand what those forces can do for us. I would say, Draca, I'm sorry, but, yes, that's what we have to do to save zài. If we can't summon the power of the elements, then the Delaney will destroy us. ”

Draka sighed and buried her face in her arms. The men were silent at the fire, only the fire crackled. Durotan felt that something was missing, and now that he knew, he could not hear the sounds of nocturnal creatures, birds or insects or other living creatures, their slight sounds that had filled the space before. They had been chased away by what had happened earlier here. He tried not to see it as a bad omen.

"I'll allow the Frostwolf Clan to learn these skills," he said heavily.

Drektar bowed his head in salute, "Thank you, Durontan, you won't regret it." ”

Durotan did not answer. (To be continued......)

Chapter 196: New Spells.

Chapter 196 New Spells: