Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

"Are you all right?" a few orcs came over and picked up Nelgo.

"I'm fine, just a little tired, you guys go and see if they can get up." Nelgo said, pointing to the unlucky orcs who had been knocked away by split-hoofed oxen.

Just now, after releasing that lightning, he felt weak and exhausted.

But it still excites him.

Although the other orcs said that he was a child with elemental care, it was only today that he unleashed spells in the true sense.

"Could it be that this is the plug-in?"

mused Nairgo in his heart, not knowing his own destiny—is it right?

Although the elements are not the best in the power system of Warcraft, they are even very low.

But after all, this is also a supernatural ability, isn't it

, and as long as he usually chats with the elements, communicates, and pays attention not to be brainwashed,

the elements are actually not bad.

"Nairgo, five dead, and four seriously wounded!" shouted Tazag, pulling Nairgo out of his thoughts.

"You just saved me. Tazag pointed to the split-hoofed ox whose face had been split and exclaimed: "Just with a wave of his hand, a bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air, you are a real shaman."

"It's a pity for those great guys." He looked sorry, but hunting, there will always be bloodshed.

Today it is them, tomorrow it may be someone else.

Often walk by the river, where there are not wet shoes.

The meaning of their bloodshed itself is to stop bleeding more orcs, not to let them grieve here in vain.

It can only be said that in the end they will receive a glorious funeral.

"Go two people and go back to the Beast King, let them carry it away, and the rest and I bury their bodies. Nairgo was silent for a while, he had become accustomed to leaving behind cowardice and doubts in the Battle Song Clan over the years.

Only on rare occasions did he have the weak thought of fear.

Although some people died, they also had a glorious battle death.

As the boss in Steel Dock said, "Blood and glory, Zogsh." This is the credo of the orcs. "

No one can guarantee that they or the rest of the people will not shed blood, the only thing that can be guaranteed is to give them glory and so that others will not die because of it.

Weakness only brings weakness and shame.

"Did you really hunt the split-hoofed oxen?" Grogolok looked surprised, although he had heard Nergo's bold words before, but he had not taken it seriously before, only Nergo's blowing.

It's no big deal, he also blows, and even blows that he can kill a hundred ogres in a row.

But what he didn't expect was.

Grogolok thought that this was a little complicated, and he pulled the wolf cavalry on the side and said to him: "Can our wolf warrior take this big fellow."

"I'm afraid it's a little difficult. The wolf cavalry looked helpless, "It's too big, probably the largest split-hoofed ox I've ever seen." "

What else can Grogolok say, saying that he had brought a team of hard laborers when he knew I was coming?"

Grogolok said, and a wolf cavalry had already left and went straight for Gromashil.

..................

Gromash Hell roared, this is a relatively thin orc, brown skin, long hair with a shawl, except for an iron piece of armor on the right shoulder and the arm armor on his left hand, the only thing that can be called armor is the belt on his body.

Nairgo looked closely at the legendary orc chief who was dubbed the "Lord of the Iron Will".

But neither Nairgo nor the rest of the warsong orcs dared to underestimate him, knowing that he had been expected to be a chief since he was a child, and he could solve any challenge in the clan very well.

After his succession, it was also greatly expanded, making the living space of the ogre of the Hanging Castle smaller and smaller.

The heart of a giant, worthy of its name.

"That split-hoofed ox was killed by your spell?" he said softly.

After the hard labor arrived, it took them half a day to carry him back to Gromashl, and it was clear that they no longer needed to hunt the rest of their prey.

And, because of their performance when hunting the split-hoofed oxen, the Hell Roaring Chief specially summoned him, which is why he is here now.

"It's not a spell, but it's really killed by the power of the elements. Nairgo nodded, and the surrounding wind elements turned into a small ball of lightning condensed into a small ball and appeared in his palm.

Although he did not dare to use lightning with extremely high consumption like before, it was still no problem to condense a small lightning ball with the wind element.

"Well, then it seems that the matter of letting you go to the Elemental Throne can no longer be delayed. Gromash stared at Nairgo, it wasn't the first time he had seen him, he had already noticed and touched him when Nairgo showed potential for a possible shaman.

"I will be a good shaman. Nairgo didn't hesitate or say anything he just wanted to stay in the clan.

In his opinion, if he could not obtain enough strength before the conspiracy between Guldan and the demon was carried out, then his crossing was really unnecessary.

After all, people are unlucky before you wear it, and they are still unlucky after crossing.

So what's the use of whether you can wear it or not? It takes two times.

Honestly put Seris to stay, save and suffer.

"I'm looking forward to your return. Gromash picked up a bag of wine, "Would you like to drink some?"

Nelgo took the wine bag that Gromash handed him and took a sip, but he did not expect that the wine would taste so hot.

"Ahem. Nelgo's cough made Gromash grin.

"First time drinking?"

Nairgo shook his head, "I've drunk a little before, but not so exaggerated."

"Orcs are meant to drink spirits. Gromash took a sip of wine and wiped his mouth, "Have you heard of the ogre's mage?"

Nairgo was quite familiar with those fat people, "Those arcane fat people are dangerous."

"Of course. Gromash snorted, "Their mages can blast a mountain at once using spells.

"And this kind of mage they have a bunch.

Nairgo vowed, "So what, never be weak, that's what you've been teaching us all along.

"I don't need you to remind me. Gromash reorganized his thoughts, "I don't say this because I'm starting to fear them, but because I want to say..."

"The shaman told me that you are very talented at communicating the elements, they think you will become the most powerful shaman in the clan, I have high hopes for you, I hope you can learn some spells in the Elemental Throne that will allow me to solve those annoying fat people once and for all." Gromash seemed to remember someone, which made him a little angry.

The eyes were red, a harbinger of the orc's furious talent.

"Their empire has been solved by shamans once hundreds of years ago. Nairgo, who had a somewhat rosy face, smiled and said, "I believe that I will awaken their ancient fear of the elements."

"Maybe twenty years from now I can proudly say to Garrush that there is no place for ogres in the whole of Nagran?"

Nairgo said a little drunk: "Maybe then you should call yourself King Gromash, King of Nagran." Gromash

stared into Nairgo's eyes, and Nelgo was staring at him, the only difference was that Gromash was digging into his mind, while Nelgo just looked at him quietly, as if waiting for him to speak first.

"Go back and pack your things and leave tomorrow." Gromash waved his hand and motioned for Nairgo to leave.

"I don't like silly boys who only brag. Just as Nairgo was about to walk out the door, Gromash's voice reached his ears, and he stopped and turned back with a confident smile, "Another name for the shaman is Prophet. "