The wind is stronger. Everything in the world......

More words. What the hell is this? This is not the Light's way of doing things. The Light never "speaks": it only warms your whole body. This is a new, unusual thing. A final gust of wind rolled across the platform, knocking Nobalton to the ground.

Everything in the world has its own spirit.

After so many years of pleading, Nobalton finally got an answer, one that was not from the Light......

It's from the wind.

Nobaldon had heard of the orcs making some pact with the elements—earth, wind, fire, and water. Before the orcs carried out this slaughter, his people had seen the power manipulated by the "shamans", but this qiē was foreign to the Draenei.

A few days later, Nobordon returned to the edge of the cliff and listened to the wind whisper to him: he was glad that he was not alone, and he was anxious to know what the wind had promised and that awaited him to discover. Sometimes the wind is calm and smooth, and sometimes it is firm and powerful. But all the while, a thought was always circling in Nobalton's mind, and he couldn't help but suspect that this qiē was only a fantasy of his own out-of-control mind.

On the fifth day, as he sat on the edge of the cliff, he heard a thunderous rumble, but now the sky was cloudless. He opened his eyes and saw a pillar of fire erupt from the edge of the cliff, the flames stretching, and through the swaying dance of the flames, he saw a sly and vague face. When the flames spoke, the voice sounded like a storm of might.

Head to the mountains of Nagrand. At the highest point among the mountains, you will find...... Your real journey to the www.biquge.info of the Pen Fun Pavilion.

Nobunton pondered for a moment, then replied, "If I want to go there, I will have to pass through the camp of my normal compatriots, who will not let me pass through guò." ”

The flames swelled violently, and he could feel the heat burning across his face. Don't doubt the chances you get!

The flames subsided.

Hold your head high and go down bravely, you are no longer alone.

Not far from him, the man who had been observing Nopoton for a long time lowered his head and hid again. Though he didn't hear the elementals like Nobaldon, he saw the flames and saw them dance. If only Noborton could look into the eyes of that observer. No doubt he would find it full of shock.

For the next two days, Nobalton traveled long distances, along the way. There was always wind pushing him behind him and whispering in his ear. He learns that orc shamans had been associated with the elements, but that connection had been all but severed since the orcs had turned to demonic spells. He could have known better. But Wind's words sometimes seemed to be missing a few words, or vague, which made it difficult for him to understand.

On the way, several times he thought he heard footsteps behind him. But every time he turned his head to look for it, the people who followed him, whoever or whatever it was, quickly hid out where he couldn't see them. He wondered, was that an element, or was it just a concoction of his mind?

By the time he finally arrived at the camp of the normal Draenei, the sun had been setting for a long time. The guards had undoubtedly seen him approaching, but the two guards just waited as he walked straight to the fence of the camp.

"What are you doing here?" asked the slightly larger guard.

"I just want to go to the mountains through Guò. ”

Some of the camp members gathered over and stared at Nobun warily.

"We have strict orders. The Breakers are not allowed to enter the camp. You'll have to go somewhere else. ”

"I didn't want to stay in your camp. I just want to pass from here. "Noborton took a step forward.

The slightly larger guard reached out and pushed Nobalton back. "I told you—"

A thunderclap rolled over, and the originally clear sky suddenly became cloudy, and heavy rain poured down suddenly. The breeze that had gently propelled Nobordon forward was now surging and powerful, forcing the two guards back in steps. And the most bizarre thing was that the gales and showers merely circled Nobeldon, moving with his movements, while the two guards were already mired.

Noubolton watched in surprise as it happened. "This is it," he mused. Unconsciously said loudly, "The power of the elements." He smiled.

The camp members ran into the cave and hid. The guard glared at Nobordon in fear. But Nobalton continued slowly with his cane, walking slowly through the camp towards the foot of the mountain, leaving behind him a whole camp of shocked, terrified, and confused people.

The figure that had been following Nobordon was now hiding behind a giant mushroom. But he didn't dare to go any further. After all, he's just an ordinary breaker.

But what Akama saw planted a seed in his heart. Ever since he had woken up from that long slumber, all he could feel was despair and a deep fear of a hopeless future. But what the Shatterer had just done, the elemental power he had seen with his own eyes, stirred up a feeling in Akama's heart that he hadn't tasted in a long time.

He felt hope.

With the hope he had refounded, he turned and ran quickly into the depths of the swamp.

A few hours later. Nobordon wearily climbed to the top of the mountain, and beside him, the vegetation flourished. Whenever his steps slowed down with exhaustion, the wind would push him behind him, and the ground beneath his feet seemed to give him strength. Although the rain was still falling, the raindrops did not fall on him, and when Nobordon was thirsty, the rain gathered around him into a calm spring.

As he approached the top, several inaudible voices rang in his head: one low and resolute, followed by the familiar sound of the wind, and finally the sound of fire with a cacophony of notes. All the voices were mixed together and chaotic, and each one was eager to communicate with him, but eventually the voices merged into a cacophony of noise that made him unable to think. I don't understand you talking together.

Noubuton used the last bit of strength to reach the top. A beautiful picture unfolded before him. It's like the Draenei people's homeland, beautiful and serene, with garden-like waterfalls and a bright breath of life.

Please forgive them: they have lost contact with the shaman for a long time. They were angry, confused, and still obsessed with the blow they had suffered.

"Cataclysm," Nobalton murmured into the peaceful landscape. He knelt down by a pool and took a sip of the water, and his body was full of energy again. He felt his heart opened, his mind melted into his surroundings, and his surroundings seemed to become a part of him.

A strong, clear, calm voice responded to him. Yes. Maybe I'm the least affected, but that's generally the case. I had to do everything I could to change myself to be able to sustain the foundation on which my life depended.

"Water. ”

He felt, not heard, approval.

Welcome. In this peaceful place of refuge. The elementals live together peacefully so that you can more easily understand what we are about to say, especially what you have heard along the way, but have not had time to think about us. It takes years for true knowledge to be understood. But if you keep trying, one day you will be able to summon our power...... But remember, you can never command us. If you can respect us, and your request is not selfish, then we will never abandon you.

"Why did you choose me?"

After the cataclysm. We are also mired in chaos and uncertainty. There was a time when we were lost. From you, we feel a similar soul: lost, neglected. It took us a lot of time to recover and reconnect with the world, and at that time, we wanted you to ...... Understand faster.

In Nobundon's opinion, they were undoubtedly very honest. But what about the Light? If he chooses this new path, does it mean that he has abandoned the Light? Is this a step backwards? Is it a test?

It's worth the risk, if ......

"Can I use this power to help my people?"

OK. The elements coexist in harmony with the shaman. Shamans can calm us and bring us together, while we fulfill the requirements that the shaman makes of us. and make them richer. When you finish training, you'll be able to summon elemental power when you need it. As long as we consider your request to be reasonable and fair, we will do our best to fulfill your wishes.

As the water tells him, it takes years to truly understand this. Regardless, Nobalton understood how life worked around him. From a draro to a seemingly insignificant grain of sand, he could feel the ubiquitous energy of life in everything, wherever he was, no matter who was hostile and friendly. Everything in the world is intimately connected by this energy. And, now he could feel as if the energies were a part of him, and he knew that they were.

The elements kept their agreement. They gave him many good qualities. Through guò water, his mind is clear, his mind is calm and patient: for the first time in many years, he no longer feels that his thoughts are obscured by a thick fog. Through guò fire he gained passion, a new appreciation for life, and a desire to overcome all hardships. From the land. He was given determination, a will of steel, and an unshakable determination. And the wind brought him courage and perseverance: he was proud and brave to face the misfortune that had befallen him.

Still, he sensed that he was missing a crucial lesson. It seems that the elementals are hiding something from him, and perhaps it is only because he is not ready to comprehend it.

And also...... Those nightmares still linger. Although things were getting better, every night Nobalton found himself pounding on the gates of Shattrath, and the dying cries of the gates were still ringing in his ears. And when he walked to the fire and watched the restless dead appear, he saw Colleen.

He felt the calming voice of the water element: We feel that your heart is still ...... Full of fierce conflicts.

"Yes," he replied, "the ghosts of those who died in Shattrath still haunt me. Can the elementals help me get rid of them?"

The strife in your heart is not because of the souls of those who died, but because of yourself. You can only figure it out on your own.

"Will this inner strife limit my potential as a shaman?"

A smile radiated from the pool beside him. Of all the elements, water is the kindest. The conflict within you is a reflection of the sky, to the earth beneath your feet, to me, and, above all, to fire. He reflects the eternal struggle of nature to achieve and maintain balance.

Nobalton thought for a moment. "Although I have learned a lot, I guess the true understanding of this world lies in the never-ending path of knowledge. ”

Good...... Very good. It seems that it is time to guide you further, and perhaps, this is the most important thing you need to learn.

"I'm ready. ”

Close your eyes.

Noubolton did so. He felt the earth beneath his feet quickly depart from him, he felt the elementals leave him, and for a brief moment of horror he felt like he was back in Shattrath, abandoned in the darkness.

Then he felt it...... Something. Something very different from the other elements. He seems to be very vast: cold but not hostile. In front of it, Nobordon only felt so small. Then he heard it speak to him in a myriad of voices, the voices of men and women intertwined, merging into a symphonic torrent around him.

Open your eyes.

Noubolton did so. Faced with the infinite darkness in front of him, he once again felt small and insignificant. In that darkness, he saw countless worlds. Some resemble draro, others are huge spheres covered in snow and ice, others are a wilderness, and others are desolate and lifeless.

Noubolton suddenly understood...... It was so simple, but he never thought that there were countless worlds beyond Delaro. His people had traveled to many other worlds before settling in Dralor. But what was incomprehensible to Nobalton was that the power of the elementals could not stretch that far. Each world has its own element, its own elemental power.

There's more. There is another element in this void that seems to bind these worlds together, and its power is too great to describe in words. If only he could summon his powers—but he knew at once that he simply couldn't harness such a grand and mysterious element. Just this glimpse made him pause......

Epiphany. (To be continued.) )