Thrall was very happy after solving the hijacking incident and resolving the knot with Ariden. He invited the three of Tailan to visit the embassy. Unexpectedly, Drek'Thar and Jindi, the old and the young, were

We actually got along well with each other.

"Chief Durotan (the father of Thrall) currently lives in the Alterac Mountains. The embassy is fully managed by me and Young Master Go'el." Drektal drank a few more drinks and sat in Jindi's

Under questioning, a lot of secrets within the Frostwolf clan were revealed.

"Lao De, you must be very powerful, right?" Jin Di asked.

"I can communicate with all kinds of life, such as wild beasts, and I can summon blizzards, strong winds or lightning. I can bend giant trees and change the course of rivers."

"Since you are so powerful, why do the Frostwolf clan continue to live in the mountains?" Jin Di puzzled: "Why don't you turn the barren mountains into lush grasslands and increase the number of prey?"

"First, the environment of Alterac Mountain is very close to our hometown in the original world. Living in the mountain is a kind of nostalgia for tradition; second, if I follow what you said, I will violate the most basic relationship with the elemental spirit.

Agreement, they will no longer respond to me." Drektal liked Jindi very much and patiently explained: "We shamans are not as greedy as mages. The reason why we can be recognized by the elements is because I respect them.

With sincere respect for the elemental spirits, I will only ask for modest wishes from them. Only when the trajectory of development is certain to lead to a just, healthy outcome, will I ask for something important."

Jin Di listened carefully and said: "It seems that the power of the mage is obtained by himself, while the power of the shaman is borrowed from nature."

"This is a good metaphor." Drek'Thar nodded with satisfaction: "Elemental spirits have free will and are my companions and friends, not servants. Unfortunately, many of our tribesmen have forgotten this.

Tradition."

Jindi was undoubtedly a good listener and immediately asked: "What do you mean?"

Drek'Thar sighed: "They are those warlocks. They play with shadows and evil energy, abandoning the power of nature. And the leader is Gul'dan, the chief of the Ravager clan!"

When Tailan heard this familiar name, her heart skipped a beat and she naturally tilted her ears to listen attentively.

"Our land died. The vegetation withered, some rivers dried up, and others became filthy. Our tribe, led by Gul'dan, stood against the elemental spirits, and the elements actually began to ally with our enemies against us.

"All this is caused by the warlocks!" Drek'Thar shook his head regretfully and said: "The elemental spirits began to refuse the shaman's requests from then on. The shamans who lost their power panicked and became seriously ill in a hurry.

Most of them turned to doctors randomly and became warlocks, including me."

"Have you ever been a warlock?" Jin Di sighed with emotion: "Warlocks have led you to abandon the way of the elements, causing the elemental spirits to abandon you, so more of you have turned to warlocks. This is really a vicious cycle!"

"As you said, more and more warlocks are destroying the world we live in, and the entire Draenor is heading for death, so we followed Gul'dan to your world. It wasn't until we came here that I found my way back.

He regained peace with the elemental spirits, reestablished contact with them, and regained the way of shamanism." Drek'Thar shook his head and sighed: "Maybe Gul'dan is not a completely evil person, but he is indeed

He has been using evil power. He even joined forces with the devil for a time, which infected the people of the tribe with a desire for killing and war, which further violated the natural way of the shaman. Now many orcs have red eyes.

It was a sign that it had been driven by demonic power."

"I thought it was because orcs love eating pork?"

"Ah?" Drektal was confused: "What does it have to do with pork?"

Jin Di said seriously: "As the saying goes, those who are close to pigs will be red. If you eat too much pork, your eyes will be red!"

Drek'Thar: "...Wait a minute, does this mean that the person who is close to the pig will be red? What about the second half of the sentence?"

Jin Di said carelessly, "The second half of the sentence means that people who are close to me will become brilliant!"

"How come I have a relationship with a pig and then have a relationship with you?" Mai De'an couldn't help complaining: "Are you a relative of the pig?"

Jin Di explained: "The famous saying goes like this: Those who are close to pigs are red and those who are close to demons are black; those who are close to sparks are brilliant!"

"There is no such thing as the last sentence!!!" Med'an and Drek'Thar shouted in unison.

"I haven't said anything about those who are close to demons!" Jin Di said: "Look at me, since I became a warlock, I have been close to demons all day long, so when my eyesight goes dark, I go blind!"

"Bah!" Drek'Thar said unhappily: "How dare you play word games under my nose? Forget it, just play it, I can't see it even close to you anyway!"

"Okay, let's continue talking about eye color." Jindi pointed at Sal and asked: "He has blue eyes!"

"That's right, Young Master Guyir was born after his tribe was infected with the blood of demons."

"This demon's blood has such a strong influence, I really want to make some for experiments." Jin Di is not afraid of tigers as a newborn, and his mind is filled with his own magic research. The two of them actually discussed the functions and ingredients of demon's blood.

Had some discussion.

The old man and the young man were having a good chat, but Med'an didn't want to continue to be involved in the "academic discussion" between the two. He asked Sal: "Is there any task you want to entrust to us?"

"I would like to ask you to accompany me to find the way of shamanism." Thrall said sincerely: "From the perspective of our orc culture, this is an invitation full of friendship and honor."

"Go'el is the most outstanding shaman apprentice in recent years, not only in the Frostwolf clan, but also in the entire tribe." Drek'Thar added: "We are going to prepare an illusion for Go'el.

Trial, this requires a lot of resources and a lot of manpower."

Tailan knew that the orcs had always been generous, so he nodded quickly and said: "We are happy to help."

But Tyran still underestimated the complexity of this task. The Illusion Trial is one of the most important rituals in the traditional orc culture, with many steps and extremely cumbersome procedures. Even though the three mercenaries simply helped with the chores, they were still exhausted.

Sweat profusely.

It seems that this is not the first time Drek'Thar has presided over this trial. He is orderly directing the preparations and paying attention to the progress of all parties.

"Tailan, go and collect the herbs necessary for the ceremony. Here is the medicine list!"

"Young orc boy, go see how the drum band is practicing over there. Tell Captain Gunn and his six men not to be lazy!"

"Little mage, you go find the best tailor in the city to measure yourself and sew two sets of robes to be worn in the ceremony!"

"Lao De, why are you wearing two sets?" Jin Di was very curious, and she was the only one to ask the question.

"Of course it's because..." Drektar's face turned red, he cleared his throat and said, "My robe is very old and it's time to change it."

"It turns out that it's just for personal gain!" Jin Di recited the Flame Impact spell with dissatisfaction, "Let me help you get rid of your old robe! You're welcome!"

Drek'Thar reacted quickly enough. He felt the burning sensation and hurriedly chanted: "Gentle water spirit, please listen to my request and help me extinguish the flames on my body!"

The Frostwolf orcs who were busy making preparations were dumbfounded. The great shaman, who was more powerful than anyone in the clan, actually had a fierce fight with a dwarf girl, while the young master was still laughing.

"Old man, you actually fight back and bully the small!"

"In our orc culture, those who can breathe fire should not be called children, but terrorists!"

"You old scoundrel who takes kickbacks!"

"You little stinky little girl!"

It took Sal a long time to stop laughing and stepped forward to dissuade him: "Old man, isn't this great? You actually made friends."

Friend? Not far away, Med'an, who was supervising the drum group's practice stance, heard this word and felt a sense of intimacy. He, a half-orc who was discriminated against by both sides, was now busy between orcs, humans and dwarves.

Stop, I seem to have a lot of friends.

"Saar's words remind me of the sentence in "Selected Poems of Gul'dan" - 'Don't worry about the road without friends'!" Med'an smiled and stepped forward to ask Saar: "The second half of the sentence

What is it?"

Jin Di responded quickly: "A scholar will die for his confidant!"
Chapter completed!