Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 677 8. As long as you are enough Waaagh! everything is negotiable

"Uh"

   A difficult whimper resounded in the cave behind the Frostwolf Fortress, representing a poisoned and unconscious guy regaining his senses. But this old orc with black cloth on his eyes didn't wake up because he was detoxified.

   In fact, he is still suffering from toxins.

   This Ravenholdt's secret toxin also has the effect of destroying the spirit. When it takes effect, it is difficult for the poisoner to restore his mind by himself.

   The moment the old orc woke up, he felt pain everywhere in his body.

   The numbness of the wound was accompanied by a dull pain, which made him unable to resist a burst of overwhelmed responses.

   However, the severe physical pain could not interfere with his excessively awake spirit at this time. The immobile body was like a cage, trapping his awakened soul in it.

  As a legendary shaman, Drek'Thar of the Frostwolf clan immediately realized that something was wrong with his state, as if some kind of strange magic was taking effect on his spiritual level.

   "Be patient, I'm not a doctor or a priest, and I can't get rid of toxins. But I have a special 'treatment' that can make your mind recover before your body.

   I know it hurts.

   But I also know that for a legendary shaman, as long as your spirit recovers, there will naturally be magical elements to relieve your physical pain. "

   An unfamiliar but not unpleasant voice came into the ears of the legendary shaman, causing Drek'Thar to be vigilant in the severe pain, and the old orc gritted his teeth so as not to reveal his weakness in front of strangers.

   He moved his thirsty, chapped lips, calling out almost silently, and the gentle power of running water turned into healing waves tumbling inside him.

   Calms the pain while bringing moisture to his body in desperate need of moisture.

  Black watched the process calmly, watching the old shaman in front of him heal himself in silence.

   At the same time as Drek'Thar called for the flowing water to heal, he also looked around in this cave, and finally got up and went to the corner, where he fetched an old wooden totem that was one-third the height of a human.

   This is the unique casting medium of shamans.

   Don't look at it on the surface, but it's very magical when it works.

  Each totem is made by the shamans, who personally invoke the power of the elements to imbue the totems, so that they can carry and integrate with the power of the elements.

  The more powerful the shaman, the more totems they make. They will infuse different elemental powers into different totems, and activate them when needed.

  The most awesome thing is that totems are different from wands and wands. All of its magical effects are scoped and semi-permanent.

   As long as the shamans can hold on, they and their comrades can permanently obtain the blessing of totem magic. The more advanced the shaman releases, the stronger the totem power.

   And once the power covered by the totem exceeds four, it is enough to double the combat power of a warrior.

   So when you see a shaman has dropped four or five colorful totems and starts to rub lightning bolts at you, no matter what you want to do, you should run away rationally.

   "If I'm not mistaken, this should be a totem specially designed to cure toxins, right? It's a rare high-level totem, and it's an eye-opener today."

  Black observed the wooden totem with a strong orc clan style in his hand, he said something to Drek'Thar, who was a little better, and inserted the half-old totem next to him.

   The old orc still didn't answer.

   But at the moment when the totem was pierced, a beautiful and gentle elemental streamer began to beat and wrap around the surface of the totem. It flashed very rhythmically, with a frequency of about once every five seconds.

  The power was like a gentle wave beating on the old orc and Black next to him, and the pirates could feel the wash of a fresh elemental force.

   It flows within itself, dispelling all possible toxins.

   "What an amazing experience."

  The pirate commented with the knowledge that a master warlock should have:

"More gentle than the scorching holy light, faster than the mysterious Luna magic, and effective faster than the Druid's natural magic, in addition to the extremely high requirements for talent and the unstable effect, the shaman's elemental magic There are indeed merits.

  I seriously suspect that the greenskins were blind at the time. How could this magical power be inferior to the warlock magic that only destroys? "

   "Be careful when you speak, stranger, there is a 'green skin' in your mouth before you."

   With the help of the poison-clearing totem, the old orc finally breathed a sigh of relief. The toxin in his body was still destroying, but it was much better than before.

   He clutched the wound on his chest, got up with difficulty, leaned against the stone wall on the edge of the blanket, and said to Black in the Orcish language:

   "Elemental power is an excellent power for healing and support, but its effect is too dependent on the level of communication between the shaman himself and the elements, and is not good at frontal combat.

   After the Horde was formed, after they drank the blood of demons, when they decided to cleanse the whole of Draenor, what they needed was not healing or assistance.

   In that case, the power of the elements is infinitely better than the way of the sorcerer, which only causes destruction.

   After all, it takes a few years to train a shaman, and to become a warlock only needs to sign a contract with fel.

   Are you human?

  Why are you in our territory? "

   "I'll correct you both, Mr. Drektal."

  Black sat on the stone next to him, holding a flame totem in his hand for research. While observing the element symbols on the totem, he said academically:

   "First, the way of the elements is not bad at frontal combat, your shamans on Draenor are weaker than fighting just because the four elements you once believed in were too weak.

   It's not your fault, it's the world's fault.

   This is something I think you've come to realize after seven years of seclusion on Azeroth. After all, you've had more than one big snowstorm in the Alterac Mountains over the past seven years

If a power like    were to be judged as 'not good at fighting', then 90% of spellcasters in this world would commit suicide in shame.

   You already know how powerful the elements are in our world.

  Your understanding of shamanism should also keep pace with the times. "

  The pirate stopped, he "looked" at the old orc, with red blindfolds on his eyes, the old orc also looked at him, and the old orcs had black blindfolds on his eyes.

   This scene is really like two blind people communicating their illnesses in the dark.

   If the flame totem in Black's hand is replaced by a huqin, this scene should be more joyful.

   But the two who talked to each other didn't feel anything wrong.

   Black continued:

   "Second, it's true that I'm a human, but I'm not in 'your' territory. Drek'Thar of the Frostwolf Clan, I hope you can view this issue rationally.

  You are a group of invaders, even though the Frostwolf clan has never joined the old tribe's war against the Eastern Continent, you have chosen to self-exile after crossing the Dark Portal.

   But that still doesn't change the fact that you are one of the invaders.

  This is not your territory.

  This is the territory of the human kingdom.

  You are just a bunch of 'uninvited' bastards.

  You have lived in seclusion here for seven years, but that doesn’t mean that this land really belongs to you.

   Now, my countrymen are coming to reclaim this place, and they are going to drive you out of their land, and I don't think there is anything wrong with that.

   What do you say?

  A legendary shaman who pursues peace and wisdom. "

  The old orc fell silent.

   After a few seconds, he sighed and said:

   "You're right, human.

   But many people can see this problem, we just can't figure out a way, we sent messengers to try to communicate with the official kingdom of Alterac.

  Even if it is a lease

   We just want a quiet life.

   You also said that we have never joined the old tribe's war against you in the past, not even when Ultram took his soldiers from Alterac Valley to attack Lordaeron.

   We avoided them.

   But this proposal for peace was met with an assassination.”

   "That's the problem, old orc."

  Black raised his legs, sat on the stone and spread his hands and said:

   "I can tell you responsibly that the messengers you sent have never seen the face of the future king of Alterac, and the letters you wrote by yourself have never reached the desk of the top of the alliance.

  This assassination was not arranged by Oredon Perenold, do you understand what I mean?

  Someone is preventing you from seeking peace.

   Of course, even if they hadn't stopped, at this point, it's just been a year since the end of the Orc War, and Lothar was seriously injured by the attack, there is absolutely no peace between you and us.

  Your yearning for a peaceful life undermines your proper judgment, Drek'Thar.

   And that's what I'm here for, in the traditional culture of your orcs, there has always been a tradition of revering prophets. You call powerful psychics and shamans prophets, even though they have no ability to predict the future.

   But I am different.

  I am a true prophet.

  I am here to talk to you, just to guide you on the right path for the future of the Frostwolf clan. Your hope is not in this cold and barren place.

   Your future is in the South, where you first set foot in this world.

   Your future is in your world, not in this land that does not welcome you. "

   "You mean the 'orthodox tribe' of the Burning Steppes?"

  The old orc hesitated for a moment, then said:

   "Red Blackhand did send messengers, but I don't trust the future he painted."

   "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. Are you a prophet, or am I a prophet? Since I have made a prophecy, you can just follow it. Will it do any harm to the Frostwolf clan?"

  Black stood up, threw the Searing Totem aside, and said to the old orc with his hips on his back:

   "The Son of the Frostwolf and the Legendary Overseer are on their way, you can listen to them, and you can judge the identity of the wandering Frostwolf who is about to join you.

   You are awake now, and you can decide where you go and where you stay.

   And if I guess correctly, after the assassination of you, those behind the scenes will also execute the assassination of the high-level human beings, and I have even guessed who the executors are.

   I will bring him and he will tell you the truth.

  Reid said that the orcs under his leadership will no longer succumb to any intrigues that try to take advantage of you, you orcs will only fight for yourself and your clan.

  I think what he said makes sense.

   So, wait and see. "

After   , the pirate turned and jumped into the shadows. Before leaving, he turned to the old orc shaman who was trying to get up and said:

   "Of course, if you finally decide to stay and fight for this land that was never yours, I have no regrets. When you are defeated and you have nowhere to go, my fleet will open its doors to you.

   Do it bravely, it doesn't matter if you lose the battle.

   At worst, you can still be a pirate.

  This profession has no threshold, and it is convenient to plug and play. In short, our "Azeroth Scum League" always welcomes you invaders. "

   After leaving these words like an invitation and a mockery, Black disappeared into the darkness of the cave, and the gesture of his departure made the old orc palpitate.

   Even though he was in an unprecedented weakness, the power of the elements protected the cave. In a place full of elements, he could not perceive any aura after the disappearance of this human being.

   If he was going to assassinate

   himself and the commanders of the Frostwolf clan died silently long ago.

   Perhaps, this is a warning?

   "Son of the Frostwolf."

But the old orc then thought of the "prophecy" left by the human. He savored the name, and a trace of apprehension and anticipation flashed on his face. go.

   He had heard the noise from outside.

   At this time, outside the Frostwolf Fortress, a group of Frostwolf warriors and wolf cavalry led by Captain Galvan were surrounding the "guests" in front of them with bad eyes.

   "You are not welcome here!"

   In the ice and snow, Lieutenant Galvan, who was bare-chested and carrying a battle axe, roared:

"leave!"

   "Shut up! Little brat!"

   Varok Saurfang stood in the siege with arms folded, facing the hostile Frostwolf orcs, the legendary warrior did not even touch his battle axe.

   He scolded the group of compatriots in front of him:

   "You have no part to speak here! Let Drek'Thar come out! I'm here on behalf of the Kor'kron clan and Warchief Red, and I have something to say to him."

   "The Frostwolf won't listen to you **** who succumb to the blood of demons!"

  Captain Galvan was enraged.

   He roared and strode forward with his battle axe. Varok sneered and moved his fist. He's a standard orc, and he knows how to deal with these angry guys.

   You have to "convince" them physically before you can teach them psychologically.

   But behind him, the cunning Evil Eye whispered to the young man beside Thrall:

   "You want your clansmen to accept you? I'll teach you the quickest way, Gu'er, we orcs admire warriors the most, as long as you are powerful and strong enough, they will respect you in the same way that they respect warriors.

   And once you've earned respect, it's easy for you to want to integrate into your clan.

   Go. "

  Evil Eye urged behind Thrall with the cunning of a fun orc.

   "Take your axe and knock over the big green man. Don't be afraid, fight bravely, and even if you can't win, you have to be bloody.

  You have to learn to be an orc, right?

  You have to take the first step, you can't just let Warlord Saurfang do it for you, right?

  You are the son of the Frostwolf!

   Your parents are watching you from the sky!

   They want you to return to the clan.

   What better way than to show your courage in front of your tribe? Go ahead, put your wits aside, it's time for your powers to come into play.

  I will support you in secret, come on!

hurry up! Have some fun with them.

  You look-ahead little brat. "

   (end of this chapter)