Chapter 262

After learning that Sal had become a shaman, the whole durotal was boiling.

As early as Delano, after the warlock was born, the orcs lost the response of the elements. The spirit of the elements did not recognize the orcs' actions and abandoned the orcs.

After many years, in Azeroth, a new Orc Shaman is finally born!

For orcs, shamans are not only powerful casters, but also guides of the whole clan. Shaman can communicate elements, and under the guidance of Shaman, ORC life is also under the care of elements.

The birth of the new shaman means that the orcs have found their way again!

In the eyes of the orcs, Sal could not even restrain his feeling of floating.

Draktar soon discovered the bad momentum, and that night he found sal.

"How does it feel to be a shaman, boy?" Draktar pulls Sal to the campfire.

"That's pretty good!" Sal was so excited. "I never imagined that I could have such a strong power."

Looking at the excited Sal, draktar smiles kindly.

"Yes, the elements do have an indescribable power."

"But -" draktar's tone changed, "you must use this power with caution!"

"Shamans are the messengers of the elements. We pray to the elements to gain the power of the elements."

"So we can't go against the will of the elements."

Speaking of this, the old shaman took a deep breath.

"When I was in Delano, I lost my wife and children."

Sal was at a loss when draktar said this. He didn't know how to comfort the old man.

"You don't have to think about it. It's because of illness." Draktar shook his head. "I was out hunting, not among the tribes, and when I came back, I only saw their bodies."

"I prayed to the elements, but I didn't get a response - I was so angry that I even growled at the wild spirits to order them to give birth to my wife and children."

"Er..." Sal put himself in his shoes and found that Drexel's choice seemed human, "and then? And then what happened? "

"The elements rejected me. They told me that birth, aging, disease and death are the rules of all things. Without death, there is no rebirth. They said that my demands were barbaric and unreasonable, that I insulted the elements and the shaman. "

"So I was punished, and for a long time I didn't get a response from the element - and then in confession, the element forgave me."

"It took me a long time to understand that the element is a law, a law - only by abiding by this law can the whole world get better and better. Especially after Guldan led many shamans into warlocks, I had a deeper understanding."

"Warlock, I've seen this profession - in the arena, he makes me extremely uncomfortable. He's totally different from my people."

"Pooh!" Draktar spat, Thrall had never seen him so uncivilized. "You know, guyl - we had to leave our home in Delano because of these warlocks, they twisted the will of the world, imprisoned the spirit of the elements, and as a result, the earth cracked, the water dried up, the lava erupted, the wind never stopped!"

"According to our Orc tradition, we have lived peacefully with the spirit of the elements for generations, and even our ancestors have been integrated with the spirit of the wild to protect their descendants forever."

"It's the same in Delano, in this world called Azeroth."

The next day, after learning to use his power cautiously, Sal began to engage in hunting, the first time he had begun to use his connection with the elemental spirit to help the clan.

Thrall asked the spirit of the earth to tell him where there were herds nearby, and asked the spirit of the wind to change the direction of the wind so that the smell of orcs would not be detected by wary creatures.

When supplies were dangerously low and their hunting fortunes were getting worse, Sal began to ask for help from the wild spirits.

Sal knew there were herds of reindeer in the area and found gnawed bark and fresh dung. But for days on end, the cautious creatures eluded them. They were hungry and had no food at all.

The door closed, and sal opened his eyes.

"I ask for your gift, O wild spirit, to all life. We only want to fill the people's stomachs, and never ask for more. For the sake of your soul, I beg you. We will not waste any of your gifts, we will respect you. Countless lives depend on the dedication of one life. "

When Sal opened his eyes, he saw a White Stag standing close to him. His companions seemed to see nothing. When the Buck's eyes met Sal, he lowered his head and left. Sal found that he had left no trace on the snow.

"Come with me!" Thrall beckoned to the orcs. "I think we've got something."His companions immediately followed, and after a distance, they found a large, healthy buck lying in the snow. One of its front legs is twisted at an unusual angle, and its soft brown eyes turn in horror. The snow around him was stirred, and it was clear that the stag could not stand.

Sal approached it, instinctively sending a message of calm.

The deer calmed down and lowered its head. Sal gently touched his neck and quickly broke it - without any pain.

When he got up, Sal saw something different in the eyes of the people around him, just as they did when they looked at draktar.

"We'll take the animal and enjoy its flesh and blood. We'll make tools out of bones and clothes out of leather. In doing these things, we must bear in mind that it has given us such a gift with honor - no waste of a cent. "

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While thrall became a real shaman, all the orc's great chiefs were still facing tough challenges.

The rain stopped in the arahi highlands.

The escape after the rain was really hard. Ogrem had to do more to deal with his own traces.

But with the hounds tracking, his range of motion is getting smaller and smaller.

Ogrem was hurt.

In a sudden encounter, a small group of Lordaeron militiamen with hounds found him - although the militia did not dare to go forward, they shot him for a long time with their bows and arrows. Although ogreem dodged nimbly from left to right, an arrow passed through the gap in his black armor and hit his right shoulder socket.

However, ogreem could only retreat. Strangely, no one caught up.

By the side of a stream, ogrim took off his armor and pulled out the arrow. While he was cleaning the wound, a voice suddenly appeared.

"Oh, you're running so fast - but I'm still catching up with you. You're not in a good condition now. I think you need a drink!"

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