Chapter 4 Another Name for Shaman Is Prophet

"Are you okay?" Several orcs came to help Nergo up.

"I'm fine, just a little tired. Go see if they can get up." Nergo pointed at the unlucky orcs who were knocked away by the cleft-hoofed bull.

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

But it still made him excited.

Although other orcs said that he was a child favored by the elements, he had not released a real spell until today.

"Could this be a cheat?"

Nergo pondered in his heart, maybe his destiny - is it right to call it this? It is to make him like Thrall, expel demons, and create an elemental tribe.

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

But this is also a supernatural power after all, right?

And as long as he chats with the elements more and communicates with them, and pays attention not to be brainwashed by others, the elements are actually not bad.

"Nergo, five are dead, and four are seriously injured!" Tazag shouted, pulling Nergo out of his thoughts.

"You just saved me." Tazag pointed to the cleft-hoofed bull whose face had been struck and exclaimed: "Just a wave of your hand, a flash of lightning appeared out of thin air, you are a real shaman."

"It's a pity for those good guys." He looked regretful, but hunting always involves bloodshed.

Today it was them, tomorrow it could be someone else.

If you often walk by the river, you will get your shoes wet.

The meaning of their bloodshed itself is to prevent more orcs from bleeding, rather than leaving them here in vain.

All I can say is that they will get a glorious funeral in the end.

"Go back with two people to find the Beast King, let them carry it away, and the rest of you and I will bury their bodies." Nergo was silent for a while. In the years of the Warsong Clan, he has become accustomed to abandoning cowardice and doubt.

Only very rarely did he have the weak idea of ​​fear.

Although some people died, they also died gloriously.

As the boss in the Iron Docks said, "Blood and glory, Zogsh. This is the creed of the orcs."

No one can ensure that they or others will not bleed. The only thing that can be ensured is to give them glory and prevent others from dying.

Weakness will only bring weakness and shame.

"Did you really hunt the cleft-hoofed bull?" Grogolock was surprised. Although he had heard Nergo's bold words before, he didn't take it seriously before, just thinking that Nergo was bragging.

Boasting is nothing big, he also boasted, and even boasted that he could kill a hundred ogres in a row.

But what he didn't expect was.

Everyone in the conference was bragging, why did you take it seriously? And you even achieved it, it's outrageous!

Grogolock's face was a little complicated when he thought of this. He pulled the wolf rider next to him and said to him: "Can our war wolves take this big guy away?"

"I'm afraid it will be difficult." The wolf rider looked helpless, "It's too big. It may be the largest cleft-hoofed bull I have ever seen."

What else can Grogolock say? If I had known earlier, I would have brought a team of hard laborers when I came?

"Go back and find a team of hard laborers. They must be strong." After Grogolock said this, a wolf rider left and headed straight for Grommash.

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Gromash Hellscream, this is a relatively thin orc with brown skin and long hair. In addition to an iron armor plate on the right shoulder and an arm armor on his left hand, the only thing on his body that can be called armor is the belt on his body.

Nergo carefully looked at the legendary orc chieftain who was crowned as the "Lord of Iron Will".

He is not very old, about 20 years old? But no one, whether Nergo or the other Warsong orcs, dared to look down on him. You know, he was highly expected by the previous chief since he was a child. He could handle any challenge in the clan very well.

After he succeeded to the throne, he also expanded a lot, making the living space of the Highmaul Ogres smaller and smaller.

The Heart of the Giant is worthy of its name.

"Was that Clefthoof killed by your spell?" he said softly.

After the laborers arrived, they took a long time to carry him back to Grommashar. Obviously, they no longer needed to hunt other prey.

Moreover, because of their performance in hunting Clefthoof, Chief Hellscream specially summoned him, which is why he is here now.

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

Although he didn't dare to use the lightning with extremely high consumption like before, it was no problem to condense a small lightning ball with wind elements.

"Well, it seems that we can't delay your going to the Throne of Elements any longer." Grommash stared at Nergo. This was not the first time he had seen him. He had already noticed and contacted Nergo when he showed the potential of a shaman.

"I will become an excellent shaman." Nergo did not hesitate, nor did he say that he only wanted to stay in the clan.

In his opinion, if he could not gain enough power before Gul'dan and the demons' conspiracy was implemented, then his crossing was really unnecessary.

After all, he was unlucky before you crossed over, and he was still unlucky after crossing over.

Then what's the point of you traveling through time or not? Why bother twice.

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Just stay in Ceris, so as not to suffer here.

"I look forward to your return after completing your studies." Grommash picked up a bag of wine, "Would you like to drink some?"

"You can try." Nergo took the bag of wine handed by Grommash and took a big sip, but he didn't expect that the wine tasted so hot.

"Cough cough cough." Nergo's cough made Grommash grin.

"First time drinking?"

Nelgo shook his head. "I drank a little before, but not this much."

"Orcs drink strong liquor." Grommash took a sip of the wine and wiped his mouth. "Have you heard of the ogre mages?"

"I have heard of them." Nelgo was quite familiar with those fat guys. "Those arcane fat guys are dangerous."

"Of course." Grommash snorted. "Their mages can use spells to blow up a mountain in one go."

"And they have a lot of such mages."

Nelgo vowed, "So what? Never be weak. This is what you have been teaching us."

"You don't have to remind me." Grommash reorganized his thoughts. "I'm not saying this because I'm afraid of them, but to say..."

"The shaman told me that you are very talented in communicating with 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 Throne of Elements that will help me get rid of those annoying fat guys once and for all." Grommash seemed to think of someone, which made him a little angry.

Red eyes, a sign of the orcs' violent talent.

"Their empire was solved by shamans hundreds of years ago." Nergo, with a ruddy face, smiled and said, "I believe I will awaken their ancient fear of the elements."

"Maybe in twenty years, I can proudly tell Garrosh that there is no place for ogres in the whole Nagrand?"

Twenty years? That's right, by then, let alone ogres, the world was blown up by the Burning Legion and warlocks, and the orcs and ogres in Nagrand could only make up a village.

Nergo said a little drunkenly, "Maybe at that time you should call yourself King Grommash, the King of Nagrand."

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

"Go back and pack your things, and leave tomorrow." Grommash waved his hand, signaling Nergo to leave.

"I don't like bragging boys." Just as Nergal was about to walk out the door, Grommash's voice reached his ears. He stopped and turned back with a confident smile, "Another name for Shaman is Prophet."