Blount was delighted with the powerful elemental power in his body. When he heard the master's question, he asked strangely:
"What should I say? By the way, I haven't thanked the master yet."
Blount quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to thank his master for his kindness.
Drek'Thar slapped his forehead, wondering why this kid just didn't understand. With a thought, he decided to anger him.
"Blunt, do you know why I accepted you as my disciple?"
Blunt lowered his head, submissive, and whispered:
"When I was thirteen, I showed extremely high talent. If you don't accept me as your disciple and make me work hard every day without having time to communicate with the elements, I will soon awaken myself and my achievements will surpass yours.
"
Drek'Thar was stunned for a long time before saying: "You know everything."
Blunt winced and nodded.
"What else do you know?" Drek'Thar asked fiercely.
Blunt was so frightened that he took a step back and said in a voice like a mosquito: "The cultivation secrets you gave me when I was twenty were fake. Although I wasted seven years, I should have communicated with the elements when I was twenty. It was you who gave me
My secret blocks the elements, preventing me from becoming a shaman."
"You still practice even though you know it's fake." Drek'Thar asked in surprise.
Blunt said aggrievedly: "I'm afraid!"
"Are you afraid? What do you have to be afraid of?" Drektal couldn't understand: "Then why have you served me for so many years and suffered countless hardships?"
"I'm just used to it." Blunt didn't dare to look into his master's eyes.
Drek'Thar gritted his teeth and asked again: "Do you know why my master deliberately stood on the edge of the cliff?"
Blunt was trembling with fear and his voice trembled: "You gave me a chance to push you down. How dare I? You are the master. If I do this, I will be worse than a pig or a dog."
Drek'Thar was disappointed and a little scared at the same time.
This disciple is not stupid at all, he understands everything, but he is a little too foolish and loyal to be of much use.
Drek'Thar was a little annoyed that after so many years, he didn't understand his disciple at all.
"I'm really blind, you are not a qualified orc at all." Drek'Thar roared angrily.
"What should a qualified orc do?" Blount asked in a low voice.
Drek'Thar said loudly: "A qualified orc should bully his master and destroy his ancestors. He should have no morals and righteousness, kill decisively, and learn how to kill his master immediately, just like what I did when I was young."
Blunt lowered his head and curled up: "I can't do it."
Drek'Thar sighed: "Forget it, you have learned my skills, and I have nothing to miss. Remember what I said as a teacher. From today on, you are Drek'Thar."
"Yes, master."
Blunt obeyed his master's orders and used elemental magic to become Drek'Thar.
Drek'Thar breathed a sigh of relief and jumped from the top of the cliff.
"Master, you can't die." Blount burst into tears, and powerful elements spurted out.
Drek'Thar's legs tightened, and the arms made of elements grabbed his lower body, hanging in mid-air.
Blunt exerted force, and the elemental arm pulled Drek'Thar to the cliff.
"Master, you can't think too hard. Give me some time and I can heal the hidden wounds in your body."
Drek'Thar was so angry that in the original plan, he was supposed to be attacked by his disciples and chose to jump off the cliff to die.
A passage has been prepared in the water pool below, and Drek'Thar will use the power of the elements to feign death and escape.
Blunt was unwilling to kill his master, so Drek'Thar had no choice but to seek his own death.
But I didn't expect to be rescued.
"Let me go. I have decided to die for my master. Don't stop me." Drek'Thar struggled hard.
It's a pity that his current strength is no longer as good as his disciples, and he can't break free.
"Master, you can't die. After I heal your hidden wounds, I will let you do whatever you want."
Drek'Thar's face turned pale with anger, and an unpleasant feeling surged into his heart.
A shrill alarm sounded at the gathering place of the Frostwolf Clan.
Enemy attack.
The master and apprentice looked down from a high position and saw only a few enemies.
A tall Draenei floated in mid-air, shooting arrows of holy light, harvesting the lives of the Frostwolf clan.
Next to the draenei is a night elf, but he has the majesty of a dragon and uses arcane magic to fight.
There were two orcs on the ground, one holding a battle ax and the other using a hammer, smashing the heads of one orc after another.
"That's Doomhammer." Drek'Thar took a breath.
With the Doomhammer in Orgrim's hands, it's clear who the enemy is.
"Master, I want to fight."
Seeing the massacre of his tribe, Blount's eyes were split and he was filled with unknown rage.
Drek'Thar was so anxious that his heart almost jumped out of his chest, and he rolled his eyes: "Apprentice, let me go quickly, let us master and apprentice fight side by side."
Blunt hesitated and let go of his master's restraints.
Drek'Thar was about to jump off the cliff to escape, when Blount shouted:
"Master, let me help you and let us defeat the enemy together."
Blunt grabbed Drek'Thar's arm, and the two of them drilled into the ground. The powerful power of the earth element surged, and an obvious mark rose on the ground.
With the help of the power of the earth element, the master and apprentice arrived at the gathering place of the Frostwolf clan in an instant.
Blunt jumped out of the ground and faced Sal first.
Drek'Thar felt bitter in his heart and hurriedly covered his head and face with a cloth without attracting attention.
Thrall recognized Drek'Thar, and in his world, he tortured the old shaman into a madman.
The "Drek'Thar" in front of him was younger and looked more powerful. Thrall didn't take it to heart and came to kill him with the Doomhammer.
"Drek'Thar, take your life."
Blunt raised his arm, and a burst of elemental power spurted out, and his palm made of lava tightly held Thrall.
Thrall was shocked. He had never seen such a powerful shaman before, and he hurriedly begged:
"Senior, please spare your life. I was wrong. I am willing to surrender and become your slave."
Blunt had no experience in killing enemies and was at a loss, so he let Sal go.
Redcat lowered his waist, sneaked up behind Blount, and struck him with an axe.
Blount's method was born from his heart, and a wall of earth appeared, blocking the tomahawk.
"What's the matter with you?" Blunt turned around, his palms made of lava came out of the ground, and he grabbed Red tightly.
Red hurriedly learned from Thrall, crying and begging:
"Senior, please spare me. I was wrong. I am willing to be your slave."
In the air, Velen and Anachronos were shocked.
Before arriving, the two evaluated Drek'Thar's strength, which was not as good as Thrall's.
Unexpectedly, the "Drek'Thar" in this world is so powerful.
Seeing that they were outmatched, Velen and Anachronos hurriedly flew upwards, away from the fighting range.
Blount lamented and did not pursue him.
He raised his hand, and the powerful water elemental power rolled like two flying dragons, flying over the gathering places on both sides of the bank.
The injured Frostwolf clan, even if they only have one breath left, will recover from all their injuries.
Viren took a breath, while Anachronos' eyes widened.
In the entire history of Draenor, we have never seen such a powerful shaman.
How could "Drek'Thar" be so powerful? Something is wrong.
Viren and Anachronos looked at each other with thoughtful expressions at the same time.