Chapter 27 Chapter Twenty Six

Thrall was amazed how easy it was to get to the Throne of the Elements, and how close it was to Galadar.Just across Tiange Lake, it is located on a small island at the foot of the mountains.As they drew nearer, Thrall saw a tall formation of moss-covered boulders. "Why are the Fury of the Elements so close?" He asked Agra while running. She sneered back at him, but there was more mischief in her eyes than anger when she answered. "If you are a huge incarnation of elemental power, do you still worry about who will disturb you?" Thrall suddenly laughed, a short, joyful laugh.Agra laughed even harder, "There are members of the Earthen Ring here to ensure that the Fury of the Elements are not disturbed by the trivialities of mortals. Only those who need their wisdom, or sincerely want to help, can talk to them. Of course, this is just a polite way of saying it. The Fury of the Elements can certainly handle their own affairs."

They walked down the lake, their feet on the wet mud. Suddenly, they appeared in front of them. Four huge elemental creatures approached slowly, and they looked a lot like the smaller elemental avatars Thrall had served for so long.They are violent, feral and full of power. Even though the distance is still far away, he can feel their extremely powerful strength.No, such creatures certainly don't have to worry about people coming to bother them. Agra introduced them one by one in a gentle and humble voice, "Godau, the wrath of the earth. Ebrius, the wrath of the water. Isenlatus, the wrath of the fire. And Calradius, the wrath of the air. If you say If there is anything in this land that can help you, Go'el," Agra said softly, sincerely, "that's them. Go ahead, introduce yourself to them, and tell your problem."

For a moment, Thrall seemed to return to the moment when he first met the elements.The spirits of the elements came to him one by one, talking in his thoughts and minds.Now, they may have to do it again under similar circumstances.Which should I start with?He chose Calradios, Airfury, and started walking towards him. He felt the shock of his great strength almost immediately.He staggered forward, the fierce wind nearly knocking him over.But he put his head down against the whirlwind and continued on. To him, the great elemental wrath was like a living cyclone, with strong arms and glowing red eyes.Calradios paid no attention to him at first, and Thrall stood firm in the dust-laden wind, letting it wash over his skin.He closed his eyes and stretched his mind the way he had learned before.

Calradios, Fury of the Air... I have come a long way to seek your help.I come from a land of suffering, but I do not know the cause of the earth's pain.I asked for its assistance and it didn't respond to me.On my visionary trials, I saw that I could not save my land.You can hear the air of Outland shouting - can you help me?Is this illusion real and unalterable? Calradios turned his head, looking down at him with his red eyes, his direct gaze made Thrall feel strong pressure.It said in Thrall's mind. Why should I care about the fate of the air in another land?My own element is still suffering here.The air has the power to think, Goel.I know you are also called Thrall, the son of Durotan and Draka.You are such a powerful shaman that even I can hear your prayers.All I can do for you is think and listen.Analyze what you see on the trial.Otherwise, there is nothing I can do.

Calradios left without further prompting.Thrall felt a wave of disappointment welling up inside him, but suppressed it immediately.There's no point in getting mad at the Wrath of the Elements.If Calradios could help, Thrall believed he would.However, he still felt that there was something wrong with Calradios' words. He glanced back at Agra, then shook his head.The Fury of the Elements was only talking to his mind, so she didn't hear what Calradios had to say.Otherwise he knew she would laugh at his failure. Now, he saw that her resolute face was full of astonishment.He went to the next elemental wrath.

This time it was Ethan Latus, Fury of Fire.As he stepped forward, the heat emanating from the mighty creature forced Thrall to turn his head and shield his face with his arms.How would he approach such a being, that doing so would sear his flesh?The solution came quietly.He ignored the burning pain of the elemental flames, and instead sought inner peace - from the living spirits who were with him.He calmed himself down, soothed his chaotic thoughts, cooled his skin through imagination, and was able to endure the scorching heat of the powerful elemental wrath.He turned to face Ethan Ratus, and opened his eyes...the heat drained.Now that Thrall was able to move on, he knelt before Firewrath and repeated his request to him.

Ethan Latus focused his attention on the orc.Although he had just learned a new skill, at this short distance, Thrall had to close his eyes to resist the terrible heat it radiated.Breathing made his throat dry, but he didn't flinch.He has enough power to talk to this being, and he won't be hurt by it. Your words make me angry, the Fury of Fire said in his mind, my anger because my own flame is suffering here, and you cannot understand how sorry I am for not being able to help you.The flame essence in this land is not enough, how can I talk to the flames burning elsewhere?Shaman, how can I know why they are in pain and torment?That is your land, and you can only observe it.I can feel your passion for achieving your goals, and I give you mine—a passion to do whatever it takes to heal your world.Other than that, there's nothing I can do.

A spark shot down Thrall's throat, entering him as if enveloping his heart.He felt the burning of the spark, anxious and painful.But he knew it wasn't a real flame.He pressed the heart on his chest with one hand, leaned forward and pressed the other hand on it as well. Agra was beside her, and she put her hand on his shoulder, making him feel cool and relieved. "Guyle, did he hurt you?" Thrall shook his head, the pain fading. "No," he said, "no . . . not really." She looked at him inquiringly, then at Ethan Ratus.The great elemental wrath has turned away and ignored Thrall.She fished a bottle of water from her bag, but Sal reached for her arm and shook his head.

"No," he said in a raspy voice, "Ethan Ratus...gives me the fire of fire to do what I need to do." Agora nodded slowly, "You knew it last night, the flames are already burning in your heart. But this is indeed an amazing gift. Very few people can be baptized by the fire of Isenlatus." She didn't say so, but he could tell she didn't get the honor herself.So he felt compelled to add, "I don't think this gift is for myself. It's for the elements of Azeroth, so that I can better help them." "I prayed that way too, to help the fire element here," she said softly, "but he thinks I'm not worthy."

He held her hand tightly, "You are very capable, Agra. It must be because the flame in your heart is already hot enough." She looked up at him in surprise.He had expected her to immediately withdraw her hand and snap back.Agora, however, let him hold her hand, brown and green fingers intertwined.After a while, she squeezed him gently, and then withdrew her hand. "There are two more," she said in a rude voice, regaining control of herself, "you have already received a big gift, and perhaps Godau and Ebrius can be more powerful than Ethan Latus and Caladeus." How busy. Might be able to explain your visions more clearly. I find that sometimes their mystery annoys us rather than enlightens us."

He was a little surprised at her disrespect, but he had to agree.Sometimes both the flame and the air are capricious. The illusory flame in his heart has been extinguished, but he can still feel the temperature of the embers.He circled the Throne of the Elements, approached Ebrius and knelt before Waterfury. She turned around immediately.Before Thrall could even say his request in his heart, he felt the water splash gently on his upturned face.He licked his lips, feeling the clearness and sweetness, the clearest water he had ever tasted. Gooyle, I share your pain and confusion.Many people come with concern, but few feel it as deeply as you do.If I were in this world, I would naturally be able to help you. There are many water elements here, both mine and not mine.There is already a burning passion in your heart to help and heal.To restore a badly affected world.I cannot give you such a gift as Ethan Latos.But I will tell you, don't be ashamed of how you feel.The water flow will bring you the balance you seek; it will bring replenishment and restoration.On your quest to save the world, don't be afraid of any feelings, and don't be afraid of the wounds in your heart, because you will heal them eventually. Sal couldn't help but bewildered.I?There is no pain in my heart, great elemental wrath.Except for the heartache that my world suffers.He felt the merciful flick of the water.One faces the burden upon one's shoulders only when one is ready, not before.But I speak to you again, Go'el, son of Durotan, grandson of Galad.When the time comes and you're ready to heal your world, don't be afraid to dive into it. Water trickled down his cheeks.Thrall opened his mouth again to taste the sweet liquid, but found it warm and salty.It's tears.He was weeping openly.And Ebrius let Thrall feel the resonance of the elements with him. He sobs without shame, knowing it feels good and true.The vision of last night had sadly unfolded, and tears were one of the gifts dear Taresa Foxton had given him.Thrall realized that he wanted the world he was born to be intact, even more than freeing his people from prison camps, even more than giving them a place to live and work in peace.Only after that can there be anything else to talk about.Only when Azeroth recovers from this strange and angry wound that made it tremble, tremble and even cry, can the Horde and even the Alliance truly grow.That's why he felt he should come to Outland, that's why he left behind the Horde he loved and created.It's really the only option. He stood up, wiped his eyes with a trembling arm, and turned to the last elemental wrath. Godau is perhaps the most impressive of the Wrath of the Elements, even more spectacular than the fiery Ysenlatus.The Wrath of the Earth was like a living mountain. When Thrall stepped forward, the ground beneath his feet began to tremble. Godau didn't seem to notice Thrall at all, and strode away from him.Thrall ran after him, a pleading thought in his mind.Finally, Godau stopped abruptly, causing Thrall to almost bump into him. He turned heavily and slowly and looked down at Thrall, the orc seemed so small in comparison. What do you want Godau for? I come from a place called Azeroth.The elemental spirits there are in chaos.They express their pain in wildfires, floods and earthquakes. Godau looked down at him, his shining eyes narrowed. Why how painful? I don't know, Wrath of the Elements.I asked them, and their answers were mixed.I just know they are suffering.And none of your fellow Fury of the Elements can help me solve this mystery so I can help the elementals of Azeroth. Godau nodded, as if he was expecting such a reply. Godau wanted to help.But another land is too far away.The land you don't know can't help. Thrall was not surprised by this.The other Wrath of the Elements couldn't help for the same reason: it wasn't their world, they didn't understand it. He suddenly had an idea.Godau, there is a portal before Azeroth and the remaining worlds of Draenor.It was closed to prevent the destruction of Draenor from reaching Minecraft.Now, if I can't stop it, the sickness of my world will spread to yours.Is there really nothing you can do to help me?Helping me may be equivalent to protecting Outland. Godau listened to your story.Godau understood the need for things.However, Godau wants to repeat - Godau has some understanding of this world.The huge creature knelt down, grabbed a handful of dirt, and stuffed it into its mouth in front of Thrall's surprised gaze.By tasting.I can know the origin of this soil and the secrets it holds. Thrall's eyes widened, and he suddenly came to an idea.Is it that simple? He always carried a small portable altar with him - a feather for air, a cup for water, flint and velvet for fire... . . . a small stone represents the earth.Now he fumbled in his pocket with trembling fingers, a mixture of hope and fear.Finally, he withdrew his hand, and there was the small stone in his palm. It's just a small piece of Azeroth's element.Everything else—the flint and velvet, the drinking cup, and the feather—are but tokens.But this one is exactly the element itself it represents. Godau...here's a rock from minecraft.If you can get any information out of it, I beg you, please let me know. Godau stared down.This stone is very small.He bent down and held out his giant hand, and Thrall put the stone into his palm. It's not good enough for Godau, he muttered, but Godau will try.Godau wanted to help. The stone was nothing more than a black speck in his hand, and Thrall watched it disappear into the huge throat.He glanced at Agra, who shrugged and spread her hands, just as puzzled as he was. Godau suddenly growled.The earth should not be like this.wrong.The stone was angry and terrified.Something made it like this! Thrall listened breathlessly. Something, which was true at one time, is now wrong.Once a part of the world, it is now unnatural and dark.Once hurt, now healed - but in the wrong way.It's anger.want to hurt others.For this it hurts the earth.It must be stopped! He stomped his feet violently, and the earth trembled. Is this...something, Thrall thought, in Azeroth? The stone fears its presence.No, not yet.But the stone is afraid.Poor rock.He raised one hand, pointing at Thrall.You hear the scream of the startled stone.All the elements scream.Tremors, waves, fires—these are all elements telling you that they are afraid.You must protect them from harm... or rather, from total destruction! what should I do?please tell me! Godau shook his huge head.Godau didn't know.Perhaps the other shamans could hear Stone's frightened scream, and they might know.But I have to tell you.I've tasted dreads like this before too.I've tasted almost the same fear when the world was about to be torn apart.Fear of being destroyed.torn. Godau turned around and strode away.Thrall stared at his back in shock. "He ate the stone you gave him," Agora said, walking up to Thrall, "can he help?" "Yes," Thrall replied, his voice as thin as a whisper.He cleared his throat, then shook his head. "He told me that the stone was afraid. All the elements were afraid. They knew something terrible was coming. Something that was once good and in harmony with the world was now unnatural. It was hurt, Now burning with the desire to hurt others." He turned to face her, "One last thing. I have to go back to Azeroth. I figured if there was nothing I could do, they wouldn't help me. I had to find out what the elementals were afraid of." ...and do everything in my power to stop it. For that stone expresses the same fear that Draenor felt, when it-" "Just before it was torn," Agra interjected, her eyes widening in terror. "Yes, Goel. Yes! We must not let such a catastrophe happen again!" When the bloodthirst and excitement of defeating Cairne—Cairne Bloodhoof, a legend, one of the greatest since the Horde came to Azeroth—Garrosh was somewhat surprised to find that I have a lot of emotions in my heart. Kane challenged him.Garrosh didn't know what it was all about.Kane accused him of—like attacking a druid somewhere or something.Garrosh didn't know exactly what he was talking about, but by the time Cairne had slapped that humiliating slap and challenged it, things had become irrevocable.It's the same for both of them. The old cow fought bravely.Garrosh would never admit it, but he did worry about surviving the duel.Yet he survived.Garrosh had the blood of the tauren high chieftain on his hands, but he wasn't guilty.It was a fair duel, both fighters knew only one would make it out alive, and it was an honorable fight. But... though not guilty, Garrosh felt sorry.He doesn't dislike Kane, and while the two have clashed many times over political differences, it's because of differences of opinion about what's best for the Horde.Shame, Kane is just too old-fashioned and doesn't know what to do. Dawn was fast approaching when Garrosh's supporters had celebrated wildly.Garrosh found himself back in the arena again.Cairne's body was removed almost immediately, and Garrosh didn't know where it was.He didn't know how the tauren dealt with the dead.Burial, or cremation? There was still blood on the floor of the arena.Garrosh thought someone should clean it up, and he'd get someone to do it tomorrow.As for now, he was worrying that he had forgotten a major event and hadn't cleaned his weapon for so long.Speaking of...where—he looked around but couldn't see his battle axe, so he became more and more anxious. "Are you looking for Gorehowl?" The voice startled Garrosh.He turned to see a Kor'kron guard standing there, offering his prized ax and bowing. "We put it away and keep it in a safe place until you want it." "Thank you," Garrosh said.He felt a little uncomfortable with these elite guards who were always around, even though they were often unnoticed.But he also had to admit that they would always be convenient on such occasions.He was a little angry with himself, and he was so excited that he forgot Gorehowl.Never do this again next time.He waved to the guards, and the Kor'kron bowed again and retreated into the shadows, leaving Garrosh alone with the ax his father had left behind. He was looking at the tomahawk in his hand, and the blood on the ground where Kane had fallen, when he heard a voice behind him.It was an orc - but not his guards. "This is a great loss for the Horde, and I know you know it too." Garrosh looked back to see Eitrigg sitting in the stands.What is that old orc doing here?He could not remember seeing Eitrigg during the duel, but he must have been there.Garrosh found he didn't remember much of the duel; no wonder he didn't notice who was watching.He had no time for distraction. He wanted to argue a few words with the other party, but found himself extremely tired. "I know. But I have no choice. He challenged me." "A lot of people saw the challenge. I don't doubt it. But didn't you notice how fast he fell?" A tinge of unease welled up in Garrosh's heart. "I don't remember very well. It happened... quickly and violently." Eitrigg nodded.He moved slowly, and Garrosh knew his joints were tormenting him from time to time.Eitrigg got up and walked slowly down the arena steps, saying, "That's right. So how many hits did you take? How many hits did Kane take? A lot. And he just took one hit and then fell." "That was a nice blow," Garrosh replied, hearing anger in his own voice.Is that so?That hit right in the chest.isn't it?Bloodthirsty rage blurs everything— "No," said Eitrigg dryly, "the wound was long but not too deep. But he didn't even defend himself when you delivered the killing blow." Now Eitrigg was at his side , "Don't you think it's weird? Of course I do. And I'm not the only one who has observed this. Cairne died so fast, Garrosh, although you didn't notice, others did. Like me, still There was Vol'jin who came to me not so long ago. Others wonder how such a fine warrior should be brought down with such a light blow." Garrosh was growing increasingly angry. "Speak!" he growled, "what on earth are you trying to say? Are you trying to say that I didn't win the duel fairly? I'm lying by letting him give me these wounds?" "No, I don't think you would fight dishonorably. But I believe someone did." Eitrigg pointed a bony finger at Gorehowl. "You have been blessed by a shaman, and your blade has been anointed with holy oil." "It's the same with Kaine. Everyone who fights to the death is the same," Garrosh said. "It's part of the fight. It's not disgraceful!" He began to raise his voice, but a strange feeling grew in his heart Emotions.This is—afraid? "Look at the color of this oil," said Eitrigg. "It's dark and thick. No—in the name of the ancestors, don't touch it!" Much of the blade of the ax that took Kane Bloodhoof's life was covered in dried blood.But there was a spot along the edge where Garrosh could see a viscous black substance adhering to it, not at all like the shiny golden ointment usually smeared on weapons. "Who blessed Gorehowl, Garrosh? Hellscream? Who blessed the ax that killed Cairn Bloodhoof? There was anger in Eitrigg's voice, but it wasn't directed at Garrosh of." Garrosh felt a sickness in his stomach. "Magatha? Runetotem," he said, his voice sounding like a hoarse whisper. "It wasn't your combat skills that killed your opponent. It was the poison of an evil schemer who used you as a pawn to root out those who dissent. Do you know what happened at Thunder Bluff? Just as you were publicly Time to celebrate." Garrosh didn't want to hear it.He stared at the axe, Eitrigg continued. "The Grimtotem killers have taken over Thunder Bluff, Bloodhoof Village and other tauren strongholds. The mentors, powerful shamans, druids and warriors - all dead. Innocent tauren killed in their sleep. Baine Bloodhoof is missing, or dead. A peaceful city is spilled with blood, all because you were too proud to notice what was happening right before your eyes." Garrosh had been listening with growing terror, and now he roared. "Enough! Shut up, old man!" They stood there looking at each other. Then Garrosh exploded. "She took my honour," he said softly, "she took my quarry. Now I shall never know, that I shall win against Cairne in a fair duel. Eitrigg, you must Believe me!" For the first time since tonight, sympathy shone in the old orc's eyes. "I trust you, Garrosh. No one can question your glory in battle. If Cairne died knowing what happened, I'm sure he knew you were right. But know that the seeds of doubt were sown tonight .They doubt the fairness of your duel—and all whisper it in private. Not all of them are as reasonable as Cairne Bloodhoof and I." Garrosh stared again at the blood and poison-covered weapon in his hand.Magatha stole his honor and the respect of his beloved tribe.She used him, and she used Gorehowl.It was the weapon his father had used, but it had been smeared with poison. It was the weapon of a coward, a weapon of dishonor.It is an affront to the shamanism that Magatha has committed such deceit.And Eitrigg actually told him that someone believed he had volunteered for it? No!As for Vol'jin and other whisperers, he will let them know what he really thinks of them.He closed his eyes, gripped the handle of Gorehowl's ax, still in his own rage.