Drek'Thar opened his eyes, with a look of horror on his face, and his heartbeat quickened.
A very clear omen, indicating that the reversal of the future will be very difficult.
It's impossible to save your tribe, but it would be nice to save yourself.
A qualified wise man must know how to make choices. If he can give up the lives of his people, he must give up.
"Am I going to die?"
Drek'Thar's heart was frightened, his eyes rolled around, and a cunning look flashed across his face.
Taking out the map, Drek'Thar pointed at Hillsbrad Hills, Blackmoore's territory, and fell into thought.
According to the prophecy, this is his only way to be saved.
"I will die, I must die, but some things must be passed on."
Drek'Thar stood up and came to the cliff beside the river.
A thatched house was built in the dense grass. Drektal stood in front of the house with a slumped belly and said angrily:
"Blunt, come out to me."
An old orc, wearing tattered clothes, pushed open the ajar wooden door, nodded and bowed:
"Master, you call me."
Blunt is Drek'Thar's apprentice, and he apprenticed with him at the age of thirteen.
After serving for seven years, he only slept three hours a day, his food was worse than that of cattle, and he worked more than a thunder-hoofed ox.
When he was twenty years old, Drek'Thar rewarded him with a secret book of elements.
Blunt was grateful, became more respectful to Drek'Thar, and served him more attentively.
The strange thing is that Blount practiced according to the scrolls but was unable to communicate with the elements.
Blunt sincerely asked Drektal for advice. Drektal carefully inspected his body, stroked his beard and said:
"Your qualifications are great, but what's lacking is the cultivation of your state of mind. You need to overcome the test of the elements and sharpen your will, and then the elements will accept you. Don't be impatient."
"How to sharpen your mind?" Blount asked his teacher.
Drek'Thar narrowed his eyes slightly and said seriously:
"The mind is the Tao, and the Tao is in life. Stick to yourself and stick to your original heart. This is the way to cultivate your heart."
Blount then calmed down and served his master with all his heart.
This hard work lasted thirty-seven years.
Blount is fifty-seven years old.
Because of years of hard work, poor rest, and poor food, his health deteriorated and he looked even older than his master.
In these years, Blount was weak physically and mentally unclear. He was unable to serve his master and often made mistakes.
Drek'Thar was disgusted with him, so in the name of sensing the elements, he ordered him to live far away from his people.
No one knew how Blount survived. Looking at his thin and skinny body, Drek'Thar despised him from the bottom of his heart.
"Blunt, how have I treated you all these years?" Drektal asked loudly.
Blount used to show a flattering smile:
"The master's kindness to me is as profound as my parents. His kindness is greater than that of the ancient mountains of Washu. Even if my disciples are shattered to pieces, there is nothing I can repay."
Drek'Thar nodded with satisfaction: "You still know how to be grateful. I just communicated with the soul of the ancestors and saw a clear omen. My time has come."
Blunt was shocked and said with tears streaming down his face:
"Master, why is this happening? There must be a way to solve it."
Drek'Thar lamented:
"I know my body. The elements gave me strength, but it also damaged my health. I have become terminally ill and irreversible."
"Master!" Blunt knelt in front of Drek'Thar, hugged his legs and cried non-stop.
Drek'Thar patted his head and said: "Don't be sad. I have never enjoyed anything in my life. I have already earned enough. Back in Frostfire Ridge, girls from the Frostwolf clan had to be sent to my tent before they got married.
Even Draka...hehehehe!"
Talking about the past events, Drek'Thar's eyes were filled with excitement, and then his expression changed and he said seriously:
"There's just one thing I'm not willing to accept. I, Drektar, have been serving the elements all my life, but I don't have a successor. Seeing that my ability is about to be buried in the ground, I really can't swallow this breath."
Blunt cried: "Master, it's all my fault that my disciple is unfilial and unable to communicate with the power of the elements."
Drek'Thar looked at him kindly:
"Your qualifications far exceed that of my teacher, but your training is also more difficult. In martial arts, this is called a martial arts barrier. In the elemental field, this is called an elemental barrier. It is because the master is not capable enough to teach you. As a teacher, I am willing to devote my life to
The accumulated elemental power will help you break through the elemental barrier and pass on all the elemental power to you."
Blount's body shook violently and he cried like a tearful person: "Master, this is absolutely impossible."
"Master, your time has come. If you have any objections, you must accept my order." Drek'Thar said majestically.
"Master!" Blount was so sad that he couldn't speak.
Drektal stroked his white hair: "Master has no children in his life, and has nothing to cherish, but only his reputation. Blunt, after you inherit the elemental power of your master,
You need to use elemental magic to disguise yourself as a master and continue to serve the people as a master. If you disobey, I will not let you go even if you die for the master."
"Master, you are so kind to me, how can I dare to disobey you?" Blount said with tears in his eyes.
"Let's go, master will help you break through the elemental barrier, and then teach you the method."
Drektal led the way, and Blount followed step by step. The two reached the top of the cliff.
The sky is clear and the breeze is blowing.
Drek'Thar stared at the deep pool below the cliff, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Taking out four magic crystals from his arms, Drek'Thar said seriously:
"Brunt, these four crystals represent the four elements of earth, fire, water and wind. The elements of Draenor are more violent, while the elements of Azeroth are more peaceful. Communication should be the main thing, not slavery."
"I sincerely follow my master's teachings." Blount knelt aside and said respectfully.
Drek'Thar arranged four crystals into a simple magic circle, closed his eyes, and muttered something.
Powerful elemental power gathered, earth, fire, water, and wind formed a whirlpool, and Drek'Thar shouted fiercely:
"open!"
The power of the four elements flew into Blount's body, and his thin body suddenly expanded, his wrinkles stretched out, and his old face instantly became younger.
Drek'Thar was secretly jealous. He had long known that Blunt had great talent and was a rare genius shaman in a century.
For example, Drek'Thar himself cannot use the power of the elements to become younger.
Blount opened his eyes, and his cloudy eyes became bright and clear.
"Master, is everything over?"
Drek'Thar nodded, deliberately stood on the edge of the cliff, pretended to be weak, coughed, and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood:
"Master has exhausted his energy and will not live much longer. I am satisfied to see that you have inherited my elemental power."
Blount felt the power of the elements in his body, seemed to feel something, and said in surprise:
"Master, I have a way to solve the hidden wounds in your body and make you as young as me. Give me some time."
Drek'Thar was stunned.
For many years, Drek'Thar has been trying to solve the hidden wounds in his body. Unfortunately, due to his limited talent, he has not succeeded even after exhausting his efforts.
Unexpectedly, my disciple could solve it easily.
However, the crisis of death is right in front of him, Drek'Thar warned himself that he must not hesitate, there must be a choice.
He looked at the bottom of the cliff, where the clouds were shrouded in mist, and reminded him in a low voice:
"Blunt, don't you have anything to say to your teacher?"