Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

The fog cleared....

Nairgo saw himself standing at the very top of Washugou, holding only a wooden staff in his hand.

Above Voshugu, he and the rest of the shamans had solemn faces, as if they were facing some kind of great enemy.

But there was a hint of hesitation and fear in his somewhat rough face.

Voshugu suddenly shattered into pieces, and the Delaney ship inside splashed around like shattered glass. The ancestor's soul dispersed one by one, and Nelgo fell to the ground covered in blood, with only a phantom in front of him, a large crimson demon.

"You failed." A voice sounded in his ears, "How are you going to win in the face of this power?"

"How can an ordinary orc like you save the world? Even Veyron can only wander around like a dog who has lost his family, you are not a player, and you are not the protagonist.

The voice grew louder, and his words made Nairgo more and more irritated, and finally, he yelled: "Enough!

"I will not fail, and the orcs will surely be crowned king in Delano." Nairgo steadfastened his heart and brought him back from his loss.

He calmly watched everything around him, and as his gaze followed, the illusion began to gradually collapse, the sacred mountains, the plains, and even his followers.

A gentle breeze blew on his face, and the world seemed to be reshaped.

On the plains of Nagran, the orcs rode on wolves and rode wildly, and in the castle of the hanging mallet, the ridiculous king of witchcraft bowed his head, and the high red flag was laughed wildly.

Who's that?

Nelgo's soul floated past, only to find that the man was himself.

In the fantasy realm, he pointed at the ogre's ruler Malgook and mocked: "I heard that you also had ambitions to restore the glory of Gauria, but now you can't even save your own life." His Majesty the Fuhrer ~ Can you tell me what the reason is? In

front of the stormy palace of the Hanging Mallet Castle, Malgauk's face was full of shame, but he could only swallow his anger in front of his subjects, and he could not speak for a long time.

Nairgo's face was expressionless, and he said calmly: "It's ridiculous that Er and others claim to be the destiny of heaven, they are not good at training troops externally, and they are not diligent in government affairs at home, how can such a weak country not die?"

Saying that, he didn't look at him, went straight to the high platform in front of the square, and loudly announced: "At this point, the orcs will rule the whole of Nagran."

"That's how it should be." Nairgo whispered to himself: "This is not an illusion, this is the future I deserve." The

scene changed again, this time in a world he had never been to before.

"This is Azeroth?" Nelgo's eyes noticed the golden lion emblem on the city wall, which was the symbol of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

He saw, he saw the iron horses of the tribe marching east and west, and no one could stop the iron horses, he saw that the warriors of the tribe had destroyed Stormwind City and conquered Lordaren, and he laughed at the pious priests who sat on the back of the wolf and watched those pious priests fall to powder.

The sword and axe are sharpened, the iron armor is on the body, and the orc soldiers slaughter innocent civilians on the earth like terrible devils, and they look so terrible when they drink blood.

"That's not right." Nairgo smiled slightly, "You can't fool me, this is not my army." "

I am a conqueror, and I want to rule over a "universal empire" with many people, not their ashes.

"Maybe it's similar, but I'm not the 5th version of Garrush after all, and I allow the brilliance of the tribe to shine on other races." Nelgo's words made this illusion fall apart.

After one illusion after another passed, Nairgo opened his eyes and found that he was no longer in the illusion, and he was not sure for a moment whether he was now in a new illusion or returned to reality.

He looked around, and Garlock was looking at him, looking at him and saying, "You seem to have seen something horrible just now that made you look a little gaffe." "

Horror? Without thinking, Nelgo replied: "Maybe because these illusions are so real, so real that I almost thought it was reality."

"Thankfully, you're still awake." Garlock helped him to sit up, "Are you ready to meet the power of the Elemental Fury?"

"Of course." Although Nairgo was a little dizzy, he was confident that he would not have problems, and after summoning a cold wind to refresh himself, he asked: "When?"

"We'll go now." Garlock shrugged, "Elemental Fury has been waiting for you for a long time.

"Your illusion is long enough." As soon as they met, Caradios said to Nairgo.

"yes, I've spent a long time in it." Nelgo recalled what happened in his fantasy realm, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Recalling that looking at myself in the fantasy world is like reading a novel, and the protagonist is still himself.

"Good job." "I've seen you perform in one of the illusions, and to be honest I'm surprised that in that moment you would stick to the path of a shaman," Kaladios said.

Nairgo's face was calm, "I am a shaman, I believe that all things have spirits, and my power and glory come largely from the elements. "

Shamanism may not be the best, or maybe not the best for orcs, but he is definitely the least disastrous for orcs.

Whether it is evil energy, holy light, or death, these forces are too terrifying for orcs.

"I have to remind you that I heard Garlock say that spell of yours." He said, "My power is not like that of ordinary wind elements, and the changes you bring about by receiving my power are likely to be permanent.

"Would you still like to?" The best result is that you will become an elemental creature.

"Of course." Nairgo did not hesitate, "Who can say whether it is my intention to become an elemental creature?"

"Well, that's the end of the small talk." Caradios asked one last time: "Are you ready?"

"I'm ready." Nairgo nodded, then closed his eyes and prepared for the coming power.

Soon, he felt a more violent and powerful force than the storm element pouring into his body, and Nelgo's body began to boil rapidly, and these wind elements changed his body under the effect of rising.

It's painful, but it's also powerful, and thanks to his previous experience in trials, Nairgo is able to stabilize his mind from fainting in this intense pain, and he has enough reason to manipulate the power of the elements.

For a while, Nairgo only felt that the skin from his heart to the outside was gradually replaced or strengthened by the wind element.

Nairgo gritted his teeth, and he felt his eyes begin to change as well, "It's a sublimation." With

this belief, Nairgo transformed himself by ascending while supporting the infusion of power from Caladios.

"The power of thunder and lightning will be mine!"

Introducing lightning to strengthen itself, whether in the novel of a past life or the reality of this life, is an extremely painful process.

With the absorption of the power of the wind element, vibrations and harsh sounds began to occur in the surrounding air, and the electric light emitted from his body ploughed the surrounding land, and the stones and dirt blown up by the wind also swirled around him.

Then, the excessive wind element also caused thunder in the sky, and lightning fell, and the entire creatures of the elemental throne could feel the howling wind, lightning and thunder.

This huge thunder made even the shamans in the distance cover their ears tightly, otherwise only their ears would be deaf.

The wind was fierce, the clouds were shrouded, countless lightning bolts poured down from the sky, and those thunders were also constantly exploding, and their targets were all the orcs who were laughing wildly in the wind.

Nelgo waved his big hand, held a thunderbolt, grabbed him to his chest, the explosive lightning flowed in his body, the lightning energy was strengthening the body and bones of the orc, and at the same time tearing his skin and flesh and blood, in this great pain, mortals could not see his current situation, and could only judge whether he was still there or by the painful screams of the orcs under the lightning.

"Quick! Healing potions! Watching

Nairgo's flesh and blood begin to explode gradually, Garlock realized that it was not good, and he quickly took the potion from his apprentice and prepared to give it to Nairgo.

But the storm was so fierce that even the water of Tiange Lake was blown into the sky by this wind, how could he approach?

As the potion bottle in his hand was blown away, Garlock could not do anything about it, and he sat cross-legged, trying to communicate with the elemental spirits and help Nairgo as best he could.

It's not just that his method really worked or what, and then, the thunder is gone, and the storm recedes.

As if he had successfully crossed the calamity, Nairgo successfully transformed himself into a brand new creature, a creature composed of the wind element except for a few organs and flesh and blood.

The black hair, blue eyes, and elemental humanoid body did not look the same as before, but the entwined clouds on his body, the slight lightning that appeared between his breaths, and the whirlwind of the protective body fully explained his difference.

The flesh and blood body is no longer there, and the new elemental body will accompany him for the rest of his life.

As soon as he raised his hand, there was a lightning response.

As soon as he breathed, the wind was raging.

The furious wind elemental energy flowed around Nairgo's body, and he had changed from an orc to an elemental creature that could be reshaped in the world with time even if he died.

"I succeeded, my ascension succeeded!" Feeling the power in his body, Nairgo was excited, just a thought, Nairgo soared into the air and rode the wind.

"Mentor, I succeeded, I realized your theory! I have the power of thunder, no, no, I am thunder! He

was delighted to see the shamans looking at him with shocked eyes, "Thank you for your help, Caladios, and my mentor." "