Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

When the dazzling thunder light eliminated the ogre's mage, the ogre's military heart completely collapsed, the infantry who could not break through the front, the cavalry that kept charging, and the thunder that destroyed the world, the ogres completely disregarded their glory and the results of the war, and they all fled desperately.

Watching the ogres escape one after another, the orcs also chased the remnants according to the command of the officers, and in the large pit that no one dared to approach, Nairgo slumped to the ground, panting slightly, and looked at the terrain around him changed by his attack with a smile.

The originally flat grassland was blasted out of a large rift valley like a throat, and the elemental power left by the lightning made the wind element in the surrounding air abundant.

From time to time, there is the roar of thunder and lightning, and the groan of the earth.

"Don't rush to rest yet." The footsteps were getting closer, and Sylvanas' voice was getting clearer.

"Ha, how did I do today?" The corners of Nelgo's mouth showed an arc to Sylvanas, "Is it the three champions?" "

If you don't have to fight first, why change your life against the sky."

"You're doing well." She said with some venomousness: "It's like you can't wait to make me a widow."

He

was a little embarrassed, after all, he was indeed a little reckless, and he turned to Sylvanas, "What are you holding in your hand?"

Sylvanas raised his left hand, "This one?" The heads of the commanders of those ogres.

"What's the use of you holding this thing?" Nairgo looked disgusted, "It's also a waste to be able to fight like this bird."

He said, "Call the soldiers back, don't pursue, take them to rest for a while and march to the Ring of Trials."

"If I guessed correctly, the ogre should have given up the Ring of Trial by this time."

"What about you?" Sylvanas asked.

"Me? I have more important things to leave for a few days. Nairgo said, "I'm going to the Elemental Throne to perfect my spells. "

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"It really makes me happy to see the clarity of Tiange Lake again." A wind peng landed on the elemental throne, "Are you okay?" Mentor.

Garlock sensed Nairgo's arrival early, but he didn't expect Nairgo to be such an image, a very different look from his past.

Looking at Nairgo, who had changed into human form, Garlock gasped, "How many people have you killed?" With his eyesight, he could naturally see that the blood on Nairgo's body came from ogres, but just like that, how many people paid with their lives on these blood clots that had already coagulated?

"I just got involved in a fight, sensei." Nairgo said softly: "If nothing else, the east of the Hanging Mallet Fort belongs to my clan!" "

It's natural, the Ring of Trials is gone, the Throat of the Blade has become Fort Grobler, and Gromash is raiding their strongholds elsewhere, and in this situation, Nelgo can't think of how the ogre can hold his territory without starting a big war, I'm afraid even the excavation team in the rock wall canyon will have to be recalled.

What about digging the Titan artifact? What about my territory?

Garlock praised happily: "Well done, but I don't think you came here just to get a good job."

"You're right." Of course, Nelgo ignored the Three Treasures Hall, and he asked Garlock, "Is the wrath of the elements there?" I came to ask Caladios to infuse me with the power of the storm and to perfect one of my spells.

"Let Him instill strength in you?" Garoque's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "What spell requires such dangerous power?" "

It is indeed very dangerous, elemental power has always been known for its rage, and to infuse this dangerous power, or the power of elemental wrath, into the body, this is a very ... Acts of courage.

Thanks to the fact that the elements of Draenor are relatively peaceful, if you change to Azeroth, you say that you will inject the power of the elemental lord.

Even the most dishable Orakil (Orakir), it will only end up being destroyed by the Elemental Lord, just like the fate of that ancient craftsman.

"In that book of yours."

"I saw the theory of elementalization there, I perfected it, and I managed to release him in the previous war."

Nairgo smiled, "I succeeded, now I'm here for a stronger force."

"You actually confirmed this conjecture?" He was surprised.

This elemental theory was considered whimsical even by his proposer, but now it has become a reality.

"Nope." Garlock began to pac, "Listen to me, kid, at least not yet.

"It has to work." Nelgo's chest rose and fell violently, and he confessed, "My body has already undergone an ascension, but this spell is not so perfect at present, and if it is not completely transformed into an ascender, my body is likely to disintegrate into dust." "

You..." Garlock wanted to say something but closed his mouth, what was useful? Things have already happened, and the most important thing he should do as a mentor is to make up for it first, not reprimand.

He frowned and said, "According to your meaning, then you must ascend, but the power between ordinary wind elements and elemental fury is very different, and if you don't prepare something for you, it will be difficult for you to hold on to it in your current situation."

"Go bold! I believe I can hold on. Nairgo said a little impatiently.

"You believe in a hammer, you believe." Garlock immediately reprimanded: "I understand your heart to chase power, but this matter is too dangerous, at least you should inform me in advance, instead of being as reckless as you are now."

Garlock touched his beard and pondered for a moment before speaking, "In this way, you rest on the Elemental Throne for a few days, and I'll think of something for you." "

Hmm." Nairgo nodded and said yes.

He was reckless, but not stupid, and since Garlock seemed to have a safer way, he was in a hurry.

But it was five days and nights, and each day he could feel a small part of his body begin to be eroded by the wind element, and when Nelgo was determined to go to Garlock to explain the situation, Garlock finally found him again.

He now finally understood why someone had come to measure his body earlier, and why he had waited so many days.

"What you need is a trial of illusions." Garlock rubbed his shoulders, "This is how I thought of a way for you to accept the power of the elements and not be driven crazy by this destructive force, he can stabilize your heart and make your soul power stronger, so that you can better manipulate the elemental power during the ascension and not fall into it." Garlock

led Nelgo out the door, where six orc shamans had been waiting for a long time, carrying all kinds of things, one with robes, one with herbs, one in drumming, one in prayer, and the other two in tending to his body to prevent him from falling into illusions.

Nairgo looked at these shamans a little at a loss, they were too enthusiastic, and the enthusiasm made Nairgo a little unbearable.

"You relax." Garlock looked at him with a smile and said, "Illusion trials are not something that every shaman can enjoy, and you may only experience this one in your life.

"They're so enthusiastic, I feel like I'm like a fragile glass doll." Nairgo muttered.

Finally stayed up until the evening, which is the best time for the ritual that Garlock said, maybe in the evening the moon can bring him some magical powers? Whatever about him, the tradition is like this, the law of the ancestors cannot be abolished.

Torches lit, and an orc shaman said to him, "Brother Nelgo, please take off your armor." "

I understand," said Nairgo, who stripped off his wounded armor in front of the shamans and replaced it with a plain, almost colorless robe.

"This is our new life, and in the trials we will say goodbye to the past and embrace the future."

Nairgo even saw a hint of devotion on the shaman's face.

Nairgo wanted to refute something, but closed his mouth again, "I should need more politeness." He thought to himself.

"During the ceremony, a string of prayer beads to keep your sanity needs to be prepared." He raised his hand and wanted to take off the rosary around his neck and hand it to him.

Konelgo immediately took out a rosary from the package, "The teacher told me that I was ready. The

rosary surprised the shamans that the miserable white beads were actually made from the bones of an ogre.

As a warlike war song orc, it makes sense for him to wear a rosary made of ogre bones around his neck, right?

Nairgo asked, "Is that okay?"

The shamans looked at each other for a moment and nodded, "Of course, we'll attach magic to it next, remembering to stay awake in the illusion."

"Everything is false, don't indulge in it and don't go astray."

Nairgo hung the rosary around his neck and gently stroked it with his fingers, "Stay sane?" He muttered.

"Next is the oil paint." They said, dipped their fingers in some oil paint from the small oil paint jar on the ground and began to apply it to his face, which was a wonderful feeling, and Nelgo could feel the cold oil paint on his face.

"The blue oil paint goes well with you." He smiled and said, "How about changing to the white one next?" "

Very good." Nelgo didn't care what color they put on his face, even if they put a feather in his long hair to make him look like a Native American.

"What do you think?" The shaman took out a small mirror, "Don't be so serious, take it easy." "

I feel pretty good." Nairgo looked at himself like the wild man inside with a slight smile on his face, probably because of this styling problem, and the oil paint on his face made him look like those cannibals in the past life story.

"It's good." The shamans took him to the central island of Lake Tiange, where the four elemental wraths were watching him.

The shamans were the same, and there were many apprentices around to watch, as if the Elemental Throne was resting today, and everyone was waiting to see him.

Under their gaze, Nelgo drank the bottle of special potion and lay on the soft animal skin, dizzy for a while, and his soul had left his body.

The trial begins.