Viren's clear blue eyes looked at Nobalton. "They won't listen to me!" Noubolton objected, "I don't think it's a good idea." ”

The corners of Viren's mouth curled upward. His current expression had made Nobaldon feel as if the prophet knew many things he could not understand. "After you've been through so much, after you've overcome so many difficulties, now, are you really going to give up?"

"They don't care what a broken person says, let alone ask me to teach them. ”

"Maybe the real problem isn't with them. ”

That's exactly what the elementals say, Nobalton thought.

From their previous conversations, Nobordon had learned not to try and speculate on the prophet's thoughts, so he remained silent and waited.

Viren continued, "I can hear the wail in your thoughts: the women of Shattrath. I know the weight of your heart. You wonder if you were acting cowardly in the first place. ”

Noupoton nodded, the surging emotions nearly overwhelming him.

"A part of your heart understands that you have to survive to embrace your greater destiny. Since that day, you have endured countless trials, and you have never given up. That's why I chose you. That's why the elements chose you. Our people call you the Broken. Broken, but I believe you will bring us the greatest hope. ”

Viren reached out and gently pressed Nubalton's shoulder. "Forget about them. Let those wails be calmed. ”

It's true. He is not a coward. A part of him clearly understood this, but with the qiē that happened to him afterwards, he could no longer believe in the idea. Nobalton sighed deeply, and somehow he was so sure that those nightmares were gone and that they would never come to him again after he lay down. He felt the delight of the elementals, as if they ...... Be proud of him.

Viren smiled. "Now, for all of us, go, embrace your destiny. ”

Noubalton returned to the platform. The summoned Draenei talked to each other, completely oblivious to the figure above them.

He raised his staff. The clouds suddenly converged on the clear blue sky. The camp was suddenly shrouded in shadows. The Draenei stopped talking.

Noubolton cried out, his voice echoing through the swamp: "Look at me and listen to me." ”

Heavy rain poured down. Lightning danced between the lights that surrounded the square, shattering the glass. The gathered draenei stared at him in awe.

"You're here to learn. That one day you will be able to harness this power: the power of the shaman. ”

"But shamanism is a custom that only orcs have!" shouted one of his listeners, and the others chimed in.

"Yes. It is a custom that they abandon when they associate with demons. Now, let's embark on the shamanic path that will lead us to a future where no one can kill our women......"

He stopped, trying to steady his voice.

"Or our children. There, the Broken can be with normal people. Recovering a long-forgotten dream of our people: true freedom. ”

People look at each other, trying to find support or resistance in the faces of others. In the end, they seem to come to the same conclusion: they will listen.

"Your journey will begin with this simple phrase......"

Noubolton smiled. The clouds above him swirled, the lightning continued to arc, and the rain was still pouring down.

"Everything in the world has its own spirit. ”

"Huh?" Lin Yue was awakened from his sleep, and in a daze, he remembered that he had a long dream, a strange dream.

He tried hard to recall what had happened in the dream, and slowly Lin Yue remembered what kind of dream he had. The Broken, Nobundon. Akama. Why did this qiē appear in the form of a dream, and what else happened in history that I don't know.

"Everything in the world has its own spirit. Lin Yue muttered to himself and kept repeating this sentence.

Turning his head to see that it was still pitch black outside, and there was still a long time before dawn, Lin Yue decided to continue sleeping and wait for tomorrow to come back and think about this.

The next day, Lin Yue still stayed in Fairy Spirit City, waiting for the Shi brothers to take care of the industry. After wandering around for a day, Lin Yue silently returned to his room and began to cultivate.

After being promoted to the king. He obviously felt that his cultivation speed had slowed down a lot. However, this is just compared to his previous ones, in fact, if his cultivation speed is known to other totem kings, it is estimated that he will buy a piece of tofu and kill himself.

When it comes to the totem king, there are only three stages left in the division of strength, which is commonly known as one, two, and three turns. Lin Yue also consulted those human masters before. Masters, how should the cultivation be carried out in the future? Mingyang only told Lin Yue one sentence: "The king of totems, one turn, two turns to the god, and three turns the soul." ”

After pondering carefully, Lin Yue felt that the totem king should strengthen his ** power. And the second turn should be spiritual power, but the soul of the third turn must be the soul. However, how to cultivate such an ethereal thing as a soul has become a big problem, shaking his head and leaving these complicated questions behind, Lin Yue quickly settled down and began to cultivate.

Generally, after entering the cultivation level, the whole person's spirit will be highly concentrated, but today, I don't know why, Lin Yue has never been able to concentrate his attention. In desperation, he could only fall on the bed in a daze, recalling that he had been in this magical continent for many years because of an accident, and he had been on Earth for much longer than he had been on Earth. And this qiē is like a dream yesterday, so unreal, do you still have a chance to go back? Even if there is, will he really go back, Lin Yue doesn't know.

Thinking of this, Lin Yue gradually felt that his eyelids became heavier, and he fell into a deep sleep on the soft bed.

originally thought that he could sleep well today, but Lin Yue, who was inexplicable, found himself in a dream again.

"I'm already annoyed by the constant harassment. I'm currently working on a very important study, and this delicate magical study will take weeks to prepare. ”

He was forced to wait here for hours before Kel'thugad was allowed to confront the accused, and he was deeply unhappy with the humiliation. The representatives of the group, Duredden and Modena, had always been very hostile to him, but they would never begin an investigation until Antonidas had his approval. Antonidas hasn't expressed any opinion yet, what does that old man want?

Duredden scoffed, "It's the first time I've heard of this 'subtle' magic of yours. ”

"Nonsense, don't listen. Kel'thugad replied coldly.

A voice that was both distant and friendly sounded in his ears. The words were now more and more familiar, so much so that he felt that this was what was in his mind. They are jealous and afraid of you. But thanks to this new course, after all, you are gaining knowledge and power.

A flash of light flickered, and then an angry, gray-haired mage appeared in the hall, with a small wooden box under his arm. "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. You've already made us impatient last time, Kel'thugad!"

"Dear Antonidas, it is a great honor for us to have finally appeared. I thought you were sick. ”

"Old age makes you panic, doesn't it?" Antonidas interrupted him, "you know there's only one way to fix this. ”

If he thinks it's more comfortable to say that, let him be pleased.

Antonidas paused for a moment, then continued, "As for my health, I don't need you to worry about it. I'm just busy elsewhere. ”

"Busy rummaging through my room, looking for evidence of forbidden magic, you should see the results. ”

"That's right, no evidence was found in your room. But on the other hand, you're ......in the warehouse in the Northland," Antonidas glanced at him in disgust.

This self-righteous voyeur is fucking damned. "You don't have the right to ......"

Antonidas tapped the floor with his staff, signaling him to be quiet, then turned to the other mages: "Colleagues, look. He'd turned that building into an evil chamber of filth, and look at what he's gotten into. He opened the small wooden box and tilted it over so that everyone could see the contents.

Inside the box were several rotting rat carcasses, and two were still clumsily messing around the edge of the box, trying in vain to escape. There was a panicked shout, and several mages hurriedly lowered their heads, even the blonde-haired High Elf sitting in the back of the room looked extremely shocked. Although, judging by Prince Kael'thas's age, it was almost impossible for him to be shocked by such a sight anymore.

Kel'thugad turned to the rats and watched them slowly decay from their dying throes to decay completely, and finally remained motionless. Obviously, this time the real yàn failed again. But it doesn't matter, one day he will create an undead creature that is in a stable state. It was only a matter of time before his hard work paid off. (To be continued.) )