Chapter 20 Chapter Nineteen

Thrall leaned forward and hugged the Talbuk's slender fawn neck.The steed shook its head cheerfully and alertly, ready to carry Thrall wherever he wished.He had come to learn new things, and now that learning had begun, riding an animal he had only seen by chance before was one of them.Mag'har orcs also ride wolves like other orcs, but they cherish the special creature of Talbuk sheep, and only a selected few are allowed to ride them. Agra's Talbuk has a beautiful blue appearance and seems to have a more aggressive personality.And Thrall's end was, as she had said before, "a mount for a novice like you, Goel." It was contempt again, a man who seemed to take great pleasure in the humiliation he'd been given so far.And he already saw Agra as yet another test to be endured for the good of the people.

He loves this Talbuk sheep named Shukesha very much and has no complaints about it.Riding the animal was harder than on the back of a steady wolf, but he was getting used to it. "Nagrand was lucky. It didn't suffer like the rest of Draenor used to," Aggra said, as they stopped by a small, clean pond to draw water. "The rest of the place was broken and crumbling Bad. We're here to learn as much as we can, and assist others to help elements elsewhere. It's never going to be the same again, but at least try to heal." "I wonder if mine could do the same," Thrall said. "You mentioned a place called Throne of the Elements?"

Agra nodded, "When we ask the elementals to respond to our will, we come into contact with the spirits of those elements. Spirits of earth, wind, fire, and water." Now it was Thrall's turn to nod impatiently, "I know. That's what Drek'Thar first taught me." "Oh? That's good. Just to be sure. After all, I don't know how low-end you are." She smiled falsely, and he gritted his teeth. "Gayaan said that the elementals here have their own names." He continued, "In Azeroth, having a name usually means that they are particularly powerful elementals. Are these elementals the same?"

"Good question," she praised, somewhat reluctantly, "these named elementals are called the Wrath of the Elements. They are very powerful elementals, but they are no closer to pure earth than a handful of earth , nor is it any closer to pure water than a drop of water. It's a tricky concept to remember." Thrall sighed, "No matter what you think of me, Agra, you can't think I'm a brainless fool. Your endless humiliation of me will only damage your ability to teach and my ability to learn. Neither of us wants that.” She narrowed her eyes and twitched her nostrils, and Sal knew he was on to something.Her strong jaw clenched tightly. "No, you're not stupid, Gouel. I question your choices, your decisions, but I know you have some brains in your head."

"Then please teach me as a learner. It will go much faster that way and I will be able to go back much sooner. And we both obviously want that." "Yes," she said frankly, "if you can understand what I'm telling you—" "I can," Thrall replied with strained politeness. "—then let's go outside of Nagrand today. I'll take you to see other places in Outland. Take you to see the polluted water elementals and poisoned earth elementals. You can try to fight them Talk to them—or fight them, if they won't answer your call—and see how they feel about you."

"I have also been exposed to corrupted and twisted elements before," Thrall replied with a nod. "That's good. Maybe you'll find similarities in their patients that can help you heal Azeroth." He blinked.When she's neither sarcastic nor derogatory, Agra's voice is husky and sweet.When there was no anger on her face, there was a kind of quiet beauty, which reminded him of Gaiyaan.It's too bad she hated him so steadfastly.He is willing to take her back to Azeroth and use her skills to help the Horde and Azeroth.But as he thought about it, she seemed to remember how much she hated Thrall, and she frowned.

With a gurgling sound in her throat, she yanked the head of the talbuk mount with unnecessary force, turned and headed south. "Come on, Gouel," she said, "we'll ride to the end of the world." "Things are changing," Arch Druid Hamuul Runetotem said.He sat quietly with Kane in a place called Red Stone outside Thunder Bluff.This place with rust-colored stones protruding everywhere is the holy land of the tauren ancestors.He's here whenever Kane needs to calm down. He's been here a lot since Thrall left. "I agree," Cain said. "I'm glad that Garrosh offered to rebuild Orgrimmar immediately after Thrall was gone, instead of launching a massive invasion somewhere. I praised him. Tell him This makes him more like a leader who cares about people's livelihood, rather than an orc who only knows how to chase personal honor." Kane snorted, "Now, I want to know how he solves the money problem."

Orgrimmar was indeed rebuilt, but in a completely different way.All damaged buildings were replaced, but not the original wooden buildings with thatched or skinned roofs.As needed to make Orgrimmar "fireproof", Garrosh demanded that all combustible materials be replaced with metal.It can be said that this choice is not unreasonable. But Cairne felt a shudder as he gazed at the new buildings in Orgrimmar, which were so similar in style to the old Horde.He's never been to Draenor himself, but he's seen drawings of Hellfire Citadel and other structures that the orcs built during the bloodthirsty days of demonization.These savage-looking buildings with jagged spikes made of dark steel have practical value, but they are not humane.Now, they're popping up in the new tribe's capital city, conjuring up not the actual groceries sold there, but grisly instruments of torture.

After Thrall left, Kane left Thunder Bluff for Orgrimmar, in order to more conveniently assist the new leader Thrall handed over to him.Cairne appointed his son Baine to govern their people in his absence.Bane was as good a fighter as his father, with a cool head.Even when his father is not around, he can carry the heavy responsibility without difficulty. As time passed, Kane found that his advice was not very popular, and in fact was often ignored.When he saw the menacing buildings rising, Kane realized that this was no longer his place.He had asked to see Garrosh, explained his return to Thunder Bluff, and was surprised by Garrosh's reaction.

He had expected the other person to feel relaxed or indifferent.Instead, Garrosh got up and walked towards him. "We fought side by side, in Northrend," Garrosh said. "Yes," Kane agreed. "And I also know that you disagree with many of my decisions." Kane stared at him for a moment. "You are right, Garrosh. But I think my disapproval of you affects my ability to assist you." "I... Thrall gave me the Horde because he believed in me. He is a symbol of the Horde, and so are you. I don't mean to offend you, but I have to make my own decisions. And I will. I will do what I believe is best for the splendor and glory of the Horde...what is best for its general condition."

Cairne liked these words, and he was willing to believe that they were spoken from the heart of Garrosh.But he probably knew the orc himself better than Garrosh did.Kane knew Grom, and the countless hot-headed young men who had seen them turn violent and often end badly.He didn't want Garrosh to follow in his footsteps, or worse, have the entire Horde suffer. But it was pointless for him to stay.Garrosh only does what he wants.If he wants advice from Kane, he will also find a way to find an excuse so that he can stick to his schedule without losing his pride.And Kane will let him keep that pride. He bowed politely, and Garrosh bowed even lower in return, and Cairne bid him farewell and returned to Thunder Bluff.The Kor'kron guards escorted him out.Cairne had always assumed that these elite bodyguards, who always stood by the warchief's side but often went unnoticed, were absolutely loyal to Thrall; indeed, Thrall had restored order.Yet while their unquestionable loyalty is unquestionable, it seems to be directed not at one individual, but at any leader of the tribe.Cairne had listened for any whispered protests or complaints about the new direction of the Horde, at least what was happening within Orgrimmar, but he found nothing.Even if there were any whispers or mutterings, it was echoing and approving of the "glory age attitude" since Garrosh implemented the New Deal. "I haven't seen a rebuilt Orgrimmar, and I don't want to see one," Hamuul Runetotem muttered, shaking Cain's back to bring him back to the topic at hand. "But, old friend, I suppose you didn't ask me to come here to comment on architectural style." Kane laughed. "Maybe that's the reason, but you're right. I wanted to ask how your negotiations with the Kaldorei acquaintances in the Cenarion Circle are going." During the banquet celebrating the triumph of the soldiers, Cain proposed to restore bilateral relations with the night elves through a common bond with the Cenarion Circle.Garrosh was in a rage, and Thrall had to do what he could to calm him down.The final official resolution is, no resolution. However, Thrall secretly allowed Hamuul to play cheaply for the benefit of the Horde.And over the past few months, Hamuul has been sending secret letters, couriers, and even representatives. "Considering all the factors, it's surprisingly smooth," Hamuul replied. "It took some time to wait for the Kaldorei to reply at first. They were very angry." "So do we." "I explained it to them, and luckily some of them considered me a friend and were willing to take my word for it. Slow, Kane. Slower than I'd like to see, slower than I thought necessary. It's going to be slow, but things will work out. I don't want to force them, but the Kaldorei seem to be willing to meet with us to discuss." "This news makes Lao Niu very happy," Kane exclaimed exuberantly. "Amidst the provocative growls, there are still people willing to listen to the whispers of reason. This makes me very happy." "It's easier to hear in Moonglade," Hamuul said, and Cain nodded. "When and where will this meeting be held?" Kane asked. "Ashen Valley. After a few more days of correspondence, I think it's almost done." "Ashenvale? Why not just in Moonglade?" "Remulos takes no part in such affairs," answered Hamuul.Remulos was one of the offspring of the demigod Cenarius, who taught Malfurion Stormrage the ways of the druids.He was a mighty and handsome creature, half night elf, half stag, with beard and hair made of moss; his hands were not flesh but wooden claws covered with leaves.He oversees the serenity and tranquility of Moonglade, a place of peace. "He cannot prevent us from discussing at will, but without his blessing, we cannot bring such a potentially explosive issue to Moonglade for debate. However, Remulos has indicated that if things go well, he will allow the next meeting to take place in Moonglade. woodland." "That would be best," Kane said. "I still think the place in Ashenvale is too unstable. I think you will attend in person." "I will. I will co-chair the meeting with an archdruid of equal standing on the Kaldorei side." "Take some of my best fighters with you," Kane urged. "No." Hamuul shook his head firmly. "I will not allow anyone to take up arms under the pretext that I intend to do so myself. Only fangs and claws are allowed, the natural weapons we all have in beast form. The archdruid on the other side agrees with this .The sword is not for those who come in peace." "Well," Kane replied, stroking his beard, "you're right, although I'd rather be otherwise. However, I don't want to see anyone do anything while you're in bear form, old friend .They can't win." Hamuul laughed. "Hopefully not. I'll be careful, Kane. There's more than my life at stake in the outcome of this party. We both know there's a risk, but we think it's worth it .” Kane nodded, stretched out his arm and pointed to the holy place in front of him. "I don't want to have to come here to talk to you afterwards." Hamuul threw back his head and laughed.