Chapter 11 chapter Ten

When Thrall awoke, he immediately noticed the sound of sirens blowing horns.He immediately lifted the leather mattress and jumped up. The pungent smell of smoke made him immediately understand what happened, and then he heard the terrifying voice that made every citizen of Orgrimmar tremble: "Fire! Fire!" While he was getting dressed, two Kor'kron guards burst into the room.Apparently they had just heard of the fire, as did Thrall. "Great Chief! Your order?" He rushed past them, shouting orders. "Find me a wyvern! All to the pond by the soul hut, except the shaman - wake them all up and take them to the fire! Organize a fire brigade to burn all adjacent buildings Get wet!"

"Obey, Warchief!" One of them continued to follow Thrall, while the other ran to convey the Warchief's order.As soon as Thrall stepped out of the shadow of the fortress, the reins of a wyvern came into his hands.He rolled over and jumped onto the back of the giant beast. The wyvern rose nearly vertically into the sky, and Thrall clung to it, looking down at the site of the fire.The distance is not too far.As severe drought ravages the land, Thrall has ordered the many bonfires that burn day and night in Orgrimmar to be extinguished.Now he realized that there should have been none left.

Several buildings were on fire.A burning smell made Thrall wrinkle his face. He guessed that the restaurant might be on fire, and what he smelled was the smell of burning animal meat.Despite this, three buildings have been burned, and the towering wall of fire has lit up the night sky. In the light of the flames, Thrall saw the crowd hurrying towards him.The shaman waited where the flames were burning as he had been told, while the others poured water on the surrounding buildings to keep them from catching fire. He patted the horse's neck and steered it towards the fire.The flying dragon must have smelled the smoke and felt the danger, but it still trusted Thrall's order and flew towards the source of the fire without flinching.The plume of smoke was thick and black and so hot that for a moment he thought it would burn his clothes or burn the brave dragon.But he was a shaman, and he could tame the flames—if anyone could.

He descended to the ground, jumped off the dragon and let it rise into the air.The great beast flew away at once, glad to be out of danger after fulfilling its rider's orders.As Thrall stepped forward, figures turned toward him, making way for their warchief.However, the other shamans did not move. They stood there motionless, with their eyes closed and their hands raised, communicating with the flame.And Thrall was about to do the same. He imitated them, calmed himself, and stretched out his hands towards the huge flame. Brother Flame...you can do great harm or good to the life you touch.But what you are burning now are other people's dwellings.Your smoke burns our eyes and our breath.I beg you, go back to the place where we have received you with gratitude.Stop hurting our people.

Flame answered.This element is angry and unpredictable, fierce and unruly. No, we don't want to go back to the bondage of campfires, braziers, or fireplaces.We yearn for freedom; we want to sweep the place and devour everything that stands in our way. Thrall was worried and nervous.Never before had a plea from his heart and concern for others been so flatly denied. He made the plea again, this time emphasizing more firmly the damage wrought by the element, which the inhabitants had welcomed into the city. The flame died out reluctantly and sullenly like a sulking child.Sensing that his fellow shamans were also helping, Thrall focused on making a request to the elementals.He was grateful that they weren't overly stressed in the event of an emergency.

The fire has engulfed seven buildings and a large amount of private property before finally subsiding.Luckily there were no direct casualties, though Thrall knew someone had choked on the smoke.he will- "No," he whispered.A spark danced unrelentingly, drifting on the wind to another building, intent on causing more damage.Thrall turned his consciousness toward the erratic spark, sensing that it would refuse to respect Thrall's request. He opened his eyes now, staring at the path that the little spark had traveled.If you keep flying, little spark, you'll do a lot of damage.

I must burn!I must live! We have a place to welcome you to continue to shine.go.No more destroying the homes of my people or taking their lives! For a moment the spark flickered as if to die, but then it burst into life again.Thrall knew what to do.He raised his hand.Forgive me, Brother Flame.I must protect my people from you.I begged, I begged, and now I warn. The spark seemed to twitch, but continued on the dangerous path. Thrall's face was tense, and he squeezed hard with his raised hand. The spark flickered for a moment, then dimmed, and finally fell as a small, faintly glowing ash.Now, it can no longer cause harm to people.

The threat was over, but Thrall was a little dazed.That's not how shamans deal with the elements.They should respect each other, not threaten, control, and ultimately bring about destruction.Ah, the spirit of fire cannot be extinguished.He is far greater than anything, and no shaman, or even a team of shamans, can touch him.He is immortal like the other elemental spirits.But this little part of him, the fire elemental, scornfully refused to cooperate.This is not an accident but a distressing trend.The elementals acted more and more sullenly in rebellion rather than cooperation.In the end, Thrall had to choose to subdue it completely.Other shamans began to summon rain to wet the city lest another aberrant fire insist on wreaking havoc.

Thrall stood in the rain, letting the water fall on his broad green shoulders and run down his arms, drenching him. My ancestors, what happened? "Well, of course we can do it," Gazlowe said, "I mean, we're goblins, of course we can do it. Do you know what I mean? We built this place in the first place, after all. So no problem, Warchief, we can rebuild these burned areas of Orgrimmar. Don't you worry." Two Kor'kron guards stood a few paces away, huge battleaxes slung over their backs, their mighty hands folded across their chests, silently watching and defending their warchief.Thrall was talking to one of the goblins who helped build Orgrimmar years ago.He is intelligent and shrewd, more serious and less obnoxious than his compatriots.But even so, he's still a goblin, so Thrall knows what's coming.

"Well, that's good. How much is it estimated to cost?" The goblin picked up a small bag he had brought with him, and took out an abacus from it.He tapped his slender and flexible green fingers quickly while muttering, "Counting this factor...the materials consumed are calculated at post-war prices...and of course the increase in labor costs..." He produced a small piece of charcoal and a piece of parchment, and scrawled a series of numbers. "So much?" Thrall asked incredulously, even his face changed suddenly. Gazlowe looked a little uneasy, "Look...let me tell you...you have always had a very good relationship with us, and you are upright and trustworthy in business. Or..."

He wrote down a second number, less than the first, but almost the same.Thrall showed the parchment to Eitrigg, who whistled softly. "We need more supplies," Thrall said finally, and he got up to leave without another word.The Kor'kron guards followed him silently.Gazlowe watched his back. "I guess that means consent. He agrees, doesn't he?" he asked Eitrigg.The old orc nodded, squinting his eyes to watch Thrall's figure get smaller and smaller, until finally he disappeared outside the gate of Grommash Fortress. Although Thrall's appearance is well known in Orgrimmar, the citizens are always polite not to disturb their warchief.And the Kor'kron guards following him like shadows fueled that attitude.If Thrall wants to walk the streets of his capital, well, so be it.So now Thrall walked the ash-covered streets, the still-stinking air smelt of burning.He needs to move now, needs to think.His guards knew him well enough to follow him as he went about. What Gazlowe came up with was an astronomical figure.But no matter how expensive it is, you have to do it.Orgrimmar is the capital of the Horde, no dilapidated ones are allowed.Unfortunately, the disaster once again underscored the two big things that occupied Thrall's mind, waking and sleeping: Why on earth were the elementals so restless?How on earth could he best lead this postwar tribe? He had made the right decision when he spoke to Eitrigg.Thrall knew he had to go to the homeland of his people—to Nagrand, where shamanic traditions had been practiced and understood for so long that their origins were unknown.Grandmother Gaiaan was wise and still has a sharp mind.She, and the shamans she trained with her own hands, might know the answers he couldn't find in Azeroth.Thrall didn't even know how to answer the question.The more he thought about it, the more he felt the calling of his soul to do the right thing, the absolutely right thing.The shamans of Outland know how to help a broken world, and they can help Azeroth's tormented elementals as well. Thrall also knew he wasn't self-indulgent in search of his own inner peace.His people are going through hardships.Even grassy Mulgore is beginning to feel the effects of the barrens' drought spreading westward.Last night's fire certainly demonstrated the urgency of the situation.Maybe the next fire will level Algrig or Thunder Bluff; maybe the next storm will wipe out Theramore, along with Jaina Proudmoore.Something must be done before more lives or means of survival are lost. And that, Thrall realized, would be the best way for him to serve the Horde.He knew he was unique—a warrior and a shaman who knew both the human and orc worlds.No one can replace him.Because no one else has the same experience and skills. But when he is no longer the leader of the tribe, the tribe cannot be paralyzed.One day Thrall's time will pass, as will everything else.He will step into the ranks of the ancestors.For a moment he thought about what Eitrigg had said.Think about children and partners.A man of courage, strength, and great mind, as Draka was to his father, Durotan.He didn't meet his parents, but he heard their stories.They are a good couple, loving and supporting each other through that darkest moment, even sacrificing their lives together to protect Thrall.Walking on the streets of the tribal capital, Thrall realized that, as Eitrigg said, he really longed for such a strong partner to share adversity and joy together, and longed for another child in the two-person world, a good son or a good son. daughter. But he has neither spouse nor children.Maybe that's okay for now—no family with a broken heart when he leaves.Only the Horde needs to learn to function without him.Perhaps now it could do without him.At least for a while.Enough for him to go to Nagrand to find out what happened to the elementals, and put an end to the anomaly that caused so much damage. He closed his eyes for a moment.Leaving the tribe he created in the hands of others is like entrusting the care of a beloved child.What if something goes wrong?But something has gone wrong, and badly.Someone has to come out and temporarily lead the tribe.He nodded firmly, feeling that his soul and heart had stabilized a bit.Yes, this is the right choice.It was no longer a question of whether he should go, nor even when--there had to be a move as soon as possible.The only question is who to entrust this beloved "child" to? His first thought was Kane, his first friend in Kalimdor.Kane agrees with him on many issues.He rules wisely and wisely over his people.But both Thrall and Kane themselves know that some people think that Kane is stuck in the past and cannot keep up with the times.If even Kane's own city was as restless as the Grimtotem, there would be riots and rumors if Kane appointed the old tauren to lead the Horde.No, Cairne certainly has his place, but not as leader of the Horde.An orc would be more appropriate.An orc already known and loved by the people. Sal sighed deeply.The perfect choice was gone - young Saurfang, young and charismatic, wise beyond his years, the brightest star of the Horde warriors, but the Lich King killed him.And his father, although not completely broken by the pain of losing his son, is also deeply despaired by recent events.Besides, he was as old as Cairne, and so was Eitrigg, whom Thrall had no doubts about.Thrall knew he had only one choice left, so he made a sour face. Only one person can handle this task.There was only one man who was young and active, known and loved by the people, and a warrior without peer.Only one man can unite the different factions of the Horde in such a short period of time, making their spirits rise and proud. A perfect spiritual leader. The sadness on Thrall's face deepened.Yes, Garrosh was a great and beloved fighter, but he was also reckless and impulsive.Thrall is about to hand him supreme power.At this moment, a word appeared in his mind, usurping power, but he didn't believe that such a thing would really happen.Garrosh's ego was as big as his legend, and he needed something to satisfy.Thrall realized now that he had inadvertently fueled his ego.When Thrall knew that Garrosh despised his father, he felt anxious, wanting to let Grom Hellscream's son know of his father's exploits.It's possible he's glorifying Grom too much, though, and in that case Garrosh's arrogance could be at least partly due to Thrall.He failed to save Grom's life, and he hopes to inspire and guide Grom's son. Also, Eitrigg would stay to watch over Garrosh, an old friend who would help Thrall if he asked Cairne.Thrall won't be gone for long.With Eitrigg and Cairne at his side, let Garrosh sit in Grommash Hold for now.If the rumors were true and Garrosh had a shadowy hand in Ashenvale, Thrall knew Cairne would stop him before the orcs could do it again.There aren't many places where Garrosh can really hurt the Horde, and Thrall has to admit that there are too many places where Garrosh can be a boost. with their leader gone.They worry and fear.Garrosh could remind them that they were a proud and valiant, unconquerable people, so the Horde could be happy and content until Thrall returned with the answers to the problems around him.If the earth is appeased, everything will be better.And if the earth and the elements are ignored, the battle cannot be won gloriously, and disaster will surely follow. Garrosh stood in front of Thrall and saluted. "I have been ordered, Warchief. Is there anything I can do for the Horde?" "Indeed, I have called you here to ask you to do one thing. Come with me." When Garrosh entered, Thrall was sitting on his throne, surrounded by four tall and menacing Kor'kron guards.He had deliberately sent one of them to keep the young orc waiting at the door, and didn't let him in until he lost patience.Now Thrall stood up slowly, skillfully grasping the situation, reaching out to him warmly and friendly but condescendingly.Before Thrall could promote him, Garrosh needed to figure out his place. He nodded to the Kor'kron guards, who saluted and stayed where they were.Thrall led Garrosh to a private area of ​​Grommash Hold so that they could talk without fear of being overheard. "You know I'm both a warrior and a shaman," Thrall said as he walked. "certainly." "You've seen enough evidence that the elementals are being severely affected. The strange waves you got back from Northrend. And the fires in Orgrimmar." "Yes, I know these things. But how can I change them?" "You can't. But I can." Garrosh narrowed his eyes. "Then why didn't you do that, Warchief?" "I can't do it as warchief, Garrosh. It's a shaman's job. And you're right on point - why didn't I do that? The answer is, to do that would mean I need to leave Orgrimmar. Also leave Azeroth." Garrosh looked worried. "Leaving Azeroth? I don't understand." "I'm going to Nagrand. The shamans there know how to deal with the tormented elements, and there are places where greenery still exists. Maybe I can figure out why... and use this knowledge to soothe our restless here element." Garrosh grinned, his teeth bared. "My homeland," he said, "I'd love to go back and see it again. Talk to the Matron Mother before she leaves us to join the Patriarchs. She was the one who healed us all when the rash was rife.( Annotation: see)" "She is a treasure to us," Thrall agreed, "and I will seek her wisdom." "You'll be back soon?" "I—don't know," Thrall said frankly, "it might take a while to learn what I have to master. I'm sure I won't be away for long, but it might take weeks—even months .” "But—the Horde! We need a warchief!" "I'm here for the Horde," Thrall said. "Don't worry, Garrosh. I didn't abandon it. I went where I had to go, and did what I had to do. We're all for the Horde." Serve. Even the warchief—perhaps especially the warchief. And I'm well aware that you serve the Horde loyally." "Yes, Warchief. It was you who made me understand that my father was a man to be proud of, because he was willing to serve others. Serve the Horde." Garrosh said solemnly, with an unmistakable expression on the face. "I have only recently become a member of the tribe. But despite this, I know that I will give my life for it like a father." "You have faced and mocked death yourself," Thrall admitted. "You have slain countless minions of death. You have done more service to this new tribe than many elders. And remember: I Not to rush away, even for a short stay, without appointing someone who can take care of it." The young orc's eyes widened excitedly, "You—you want me to be the great chief?" "No. But I order you to lead the Horde for me until I return." Thrall had never expected to see Garrosh speechless, but now the brown orc was dumbfounded for a moment. "I know how to fight, yes," he said. "Tactics, how to raise an army—I know all that. Let me serve the Horde that way. Give me an enemy to face and defeat, and you'll see how I Proudly continue to serve the Horde. But I don't understand politics and...ruling. I'd rather carry a sword than a paper." "I see," Thrall said, amused by the realization that he was encouraging the normally cocky Garrosh. "But you're not without wise advisors. I'll let Eitrigg and Cairne guide and advise you. Politics can be learned. What about your devotion to the Horde?" He shook his head. Political sensitivity is far more important. And that, Garrosh Hellscream, is all you have." Garrosh still seemed uncharacteristically hesitant, but finally he said, "If you believe I'm up to it, trust me. I'll do whatever it takes to bring glory to the Horde!" "Glory is not what is needed now," Thrall said, "even if you don't consider the additional achievements, there are too many challenges for you. The Horde's honor has been established, all you need is to maintain it. And your father Again, put its needs above your own. I went to Nagrand as a shaman and not as a Warchief of the Horde. As such I will order the Kor'kron Guardians to protect you as well as mine. Use them well —and Kane and Eitrigg." He paused, then curled his lips playfully, "Will you go into battle unarmed?" Garrosh looked at him in bewilderment, then suddenly changed the subject for some reason. "That's a stupid question, Warchief, and you know the answer." "Oh, I know. I just want to make sure you understand what powerful weapons you have in your hands," Thrall said. "My advisors are my weapons when I strive to be the best for the Horde. They can see To where I hadn't noticed, to suggest options I didn't know about. Only a fool would be ashamed to follow advice. And I'm sure you're not a fool." Garrosh laughed, a little relieved to know Thrall's intentions.He said with some conceit again: "I'm not a fool, War Chief. If you thought so, you wouldn't have asked me to come here." "Indeed. So, Garrosh, will you lead the Horde until I return? Take it when Eitrigg and Cairne suggest it?" Little Hellscream took a deep breath, "I do aspire to lead the Horde to the best of my ability. Yes, I would say yes a thousand times, my warchief. I will lead it with all my might, and with you Consult with the proposed advisors. I know you have bestowed upon me a great honor, and I will strive to live up to it." "That's a deal," Thrall said. "For the Horde!" "For the Horde!" Ancestors, Thrall watched Garrosh stride away with pride and joy in his chest, and he couldn't help thinking, I pray I did the right thing.