World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

Unlike the training of warriors, there are relatively few courses for shamans. This may be because shamans are an anomaly among spellcasters.

Unlike the mage, who needs to study hard, a large part of the shaman's power comes from the elements, so whether he can lick the favor of the elements is very important.

That is the so-called talent.

In short, it's like being a licking dog.

Shaman school? Dog licking training camp!

And Nergo is even more special. Nergo cannot be added to other attribute elements, let alone licking, even if he is a friend.

On the side of the wind element, another wave of energy surged upwards, and it was impossible to stop it.

This gave him more time. After attending a class every day, he had many hours to do other things.

For example, continue to practice fighting to prevent yourself from becoming handicapped.

Time flies and years fly by.

In the blink of an eye, one year has passed.

Although it is a bit outrageous that time flies and the years fly by after only one year.

But for orcs whose average age is 60, which is considered a long life, one year is indeed long enough.

During this year, Nergo has been working hard for the goal of "qualified shaman", and this goal is getting closer and closer to him. His shamanic spells have amazed all the orcs.

Elder Garlock said more than once that his level was enough to become a war chanter when he returned to the clan.

What else can Nergo say about this?

He is an orc from the Warsong Clan. There are many shamans in the Warsong Clan who specialize in the wind element and use storms and lightning to help the chiefs win the war. They are also the so-called warsingers.

Their fearsome war cries and thundering drums as they march inspire every Warsong Orc in battle.

The clan also got its name.

Thinking of this, Nergo narrowed his eyes and whispered softly: "If I have the chance, I will definitely make a big drum, and I will make it with the skull of the ogre and the skin of the clefthoof cow."

But that’s all for the future.

On this day, as usual, since Garlock did not summon them to study anything, Nergo stayed safely in his room.

Until in the dark moonlight, a ray of light shone through the window onto Nergo's table, reflecting his face.

Thanks to the soft moonlight, Nergo did not need to light a lamp or burn a fire for illumination.

He was holding a notebook in his hand, and he was revising something on it from time to time.

Boom, boom, boom.

"Come in." Nergo arranged his clothes, poured a glass of water, and prepared to hand it to the guests who were about to enter.

"I don't know who would choose to come here at such a late hour." Nergo was a little surprised that there would be visitors coming at this time.

Is it another apprentice?

"Mentor?" Nergo said in surprise when he saw the person coming.

"Yes." After Garlock entered the room, he glanced around the room and nodded, "I hope I didn't disturb your rest."

"Of course not." Nergo put the water in front of Garlock, "I am revising some notes."

"It seems like you're doing pretty well lately."

Nergo smiled and said, "It's not bad, just a bit idle."

He said with some nostalgia: "I still like the days in the clan."

"Free?" Garlock chuckled, "That's just right, I have a task for you here."

"Mission? I remember there is still some food left in our warehouse." Nergo was confused. He has been here for a year. The only thing he knew was that there was no food left in the warehouse. Everyone used their magic to get some food back. .

Why is it that it’s not so long since last time that we’re doing it again?

"That's not it." Garlock patted Nergo on the shoulder. He originally wanted to give Nergo a kind touch on the head, but Nergo was too tall, so he had no choice but to pat Nergo twice on the shoulder, which was enough.

"Why is this kid so tall?" Garlock muttered in his heart. Those who knew he was an orc, but those who didn't knew thought he was an ogre.

"Since your performance this year has been very good, I'm going to reward you." Garlock stroked his beard and said with a smile, "But don't rush to say thank you. This is both a reward and a task. He needs you to find four Pillar of Elements.”

"If you find these four pillars of elements, I will ask the wrath of the elements to perform a ritual for you, which you can understand as a blessing."

"This is a great honor, and I believe you will not let me down."

Nergo nodded, "So where are these four pillars of elements?"

"Elemental Highland." Garlock said, "This is a dangerous place, especially during this time, many elemental creatures have begun to corrupt. You must be careful when looking for the Pillar of Elements."

Nergo nodded and asked doubtfully: "What do you think I have at my current level to win against elemental creatures?"

"50%?" Garlock hesitated for a while.

"You just trust me so much?"

"After all, there are only successes and failures."

"..."

………………

In the early hours of the next morning, when most of the other shamans were still asleep, Nergo got up and started packing his things.

As Garlock told him yesterday, the Elemental Highlands are very dangerous, and he will die there if he is not careful, so preparations must be done well.

In this way, he has been preparing for his action since yesterday.

A sharpened ax - the weapons produced by the Blackstone Clan are always of high quality, and the ax, a weapon that is loved by the orcs, is their top product.

Two bottles of red potion, with the power of magic and life flowing inside - I have to say that the draenei's goods are very impressive to the orcs. It's no wonder that many clans are not averse to trading with the draenei.

In addition, some dry food is also a necessity, especially meat.

Nergo didn't bring a tent or much food, he just stuffed enough food and water for three days in his magic pocket.

There was no need for more. The Elemental Highlands were very dangerous and it was impossible for him to sleep peacefully there. In his expectation, he would concentrate on hunting down every single fallen elemental he saw in these three days.

"Huh, I hope I won't die suddenly." Nergo took a big gulp of wine. It wasn't strong wine, just some Delaney fruit wine, but it also stained his face a little red.

Afterwards, Nergo gently closed his door and left the accommodation quietly without waking anyone, and walked towards the Elemental Highlands in the faint light.

At noon, the sun's rays shined on Nergo's face through the clouds, calling out a gust of cool breeze to refresh himself.

"Bah." Nergo spat, "What's really special about this is that the poor people come out of poor places."

Not to mention that poor mountains and rivers bring out unruly people.

Magma and floods are everywhere, and sand and mud are all over the sky. This poor local environment can be regarded as uncared for in the entire Nagrand.

As for the unruly people.

Do you think the elemental creatures here are cunning enough?