Three days later, Drek'Thar woke up from his coma.
After all this suffering, even the orc's physique couldn't bear it. His body exuded a stench, and maggots had grown out of many wounds.
The collar around his neck shone with light, preventing him from using shamanic magic.
Drek'Thar struggled to get up, but couldn't.
The groom came to take care of the horses and kicked Drek'Thar into the horse manure in disgust.
Drek'Thar was weak. Due to the severe fever, his thoughts gradually became blurred and he became drowsy.
Tamis learned that Drek'Thar had woken up and came over slowly.
Tamis was a good person and originally had a compassionate heart, but when he thought of this man abandoning his people and running away, he suddenly showed disgust.
"The Lord has told me to write down all the elemental magic you have mastered. If you are sincere enough, you can come out of the stable and have a good meal."
The pen and paper were placed in front of Drek'Thar.
At this moment, his mind was groggy and he was unbearably hungry. He just wanted to have a good meal and had no time to think about anything else.
Grabbing a pen and paper, Drek'Thar wrote down the elemental magic he had mastered.
Tamis picked it up, took a look at it, and said dissatisfied:
"That's it, you orc is dishonest. You must be hiding something. Hmm, just wait to be punished."
Tamis told the groom: "Give him the rest of your food and the rotten ones. Just don't let him die."
In the living room, a man in black robes sat opposite Blackmoore, with a three-edged sword hanging on his waist.
Blackmoore and the man in black robe had a good conversation, and Tamis walked in and presented the elemental magic written by Drek'Thar.
The man in black robe took it and took a look at it, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and said disdainfully:
"Drek'Thar's qualifications are average. It's good to be able to understand these things. He didn't hide anything."
Blackmoore asked with a smile: "Delanor's shamanic magic has been passed down for thousands of years, but it seems to be poorly developed!"
The man in black robe said unhurriedly: "Elemental magic focuses on talent and lacks spell-casting skills, because all shamans like to hide their secrets and there is no unified inheritance system."
"I see, then what's the difference between shaman magic and mage magic?" Blackmore asked again.
The man in black robe explained: "Shaman magic focuses on communicating with elements, or being enslaved by elements, and may also enslave weak elements. Mage magic focuses on spell-casting skills, as well as the understanding and research of magic laws. Shaman magic is more
It's simple and crude, but in the long run, the wizard's magic has more potential."
Blackmoore gasped: "That's it, trying to defeat the mage with shaman magic is not feasible!"
The man in black robe nodded:
"Azeroth has heaven-defying mages like Guardian Medivh, but shamans can't do it, no matter how good their qualifications are, because the magic of mages is by no means the achievement of one person, but a collection of magicians from all ages.
Experience is accumulated bit by bit. The magic of shamans is not shared and can only be explored by one person. No matter how strong an individual's ability is, he cannot compare with the elite group that has existed for thousands of years."
Blackmore shook his head and sighed: "This is really disappointing!"
The man in black robe smiled slightly and said: "It's actually not difficult. As long as you fuse the two, you can achieve unexpected results."
"Please give me some advice." Blackmore said quickly.
The man in black robe said solemnly: "Integrate the violent side of shaman magic with the delicate casting skills of mage magic, and combine the elements of enslavement with the search for elemental laws. If a person has both shaman and mage professions, then it will be worse than
Both are strong, and it is not impossible to defeat Medivh."
Blackmore's eyes lit up, and then he sighed: "Unfortunately, both shaman magic and mage magic require extremely high talents."
"Talent is a lie." The man in black robe raised his voice fiercely: "I originally thought that the talent was great, but in fact it is just that I accept it faster than others. They use talent to divide people into three, six or nine grades, and divide them into different groups.
, in the end, even I believed it. A closed group, stuck in its own way, seriously hindered development."
Blackmore's eyes tightened slightly, and he clapped his hands and said: "Well said, this is the nature of the world. You and I have the same interests. How about we make friends with Babai and become brothers with different surnames?"
The man in black robe was silent for a long time: "We are not only of different surnames, but also of different races. Can you accept that?"
Blackmore was stunned: "What is your race?"
"Undead creature." The man in black robe opened his cloak, revealing a skull with fangs.
The Palace of Lordaeron.
King Terenas yawned and sat at the dining table. The palace waiter had already brought breakfast.
When the king saw that there was only one egg in the breakfast, he suddenly looked unhappy and asked:
"There used to be three eggs, but today there is only one. As the king of Lordaeron, can't I eat eggs even if I want to?"
The palace supervisor whispered: "Back to the king, these eggs are now fifty gold coins each. I traveled all over the city of Lordaeron and only bought five. The remaining four will be used for lunch and dinner."
"What, fifty gold coins for one egg? Do you think I'm an old fool?"
King Terenas was furious, pointed at the palace director's nose and cursed:
"You think I don't know the prices? One silver coin can buy a big basket of eggs. Tell me honestly, have all the money been embezzled by you? How many accomplices do you have?"
The palace supervisor said without being humble or arrogant: "Your Majesty, one silver coin per basket of eggs, that was last year. Now all the chickens in the Kingdom of Lordaeron have been captured by the Knights of the Silver Hand, saying they want the orcs to eat meat, but there is no
If you get a chicken, how can you get eggs? The Knight of the Silver Hand can catch chickens, but he can't get eggs."
King Terenas was stunned and speechless. He looked at the eggs in his breakfast and said reluctantly:
"Letting the orcs eat meat is more important than anything else. No one can die without eggs. Take these eggs and give them to the orcs."
Someone took the eggs, and the palace manager laughed and said:
"Your Majesty the King, you care about the orcs, but it's a pity that the orcs don't know how to be grateful. Just the day before yesterday, the orcs from the Brill shelter escaped, rushed into Lordaeron, and went directly to the palace, shouting that they would eat you. If
If the soldiers did not use their lives, the consequences would be disastrous."
King Terenas asked hurriedly: "How come I don't know about this? What happened to the orcs who made trouble?"
"They were all wiped out by the soldiers," the palace supervisor said.
King Terenas frowned: "How can you do this? The orcs are kind and kind. If we didn't do a bad job and didn't let them have enough to eat, we wouldn't get up and cause trouble."
The palace manager's expression was tangled and he didn't know what to say.
King Terenas coldly ordered: "Capture all the villains who killed the orcs, execute them on the spot, and hang their heads at the city gate. Anyone who is an enemy of the orcs will die."
The palace manager was horrified and quickly knelt down and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, you must not do this. They are not villains, but brave warriors who are not afraid of sacrifice to protect Lordaeron. If they are executed, it will chill the soldiers."
Heart, if the orcs attack again, who will protect you? Who will protect Lordaeron."
King Terenas slammed the table and said fiercely: "If I am eaten by the orcs, it will be my life. I can't blame anyone."