Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

After this day, Nairgo seemed to return to a peaceful school life, and he continued his studies with the other shamans, lightning shields, making totems, and more efficient lightning chains, simple spells that were already handy for him.

But shaman's lessons were never just about spell casting, and Nairgo spent some time hunting a Tabu sheep in the back mountain as a gift to a shaman from the Blackstone clan to ask him to build a high-quality axe, his previous weapon had worn out from the battle the previous days, and he could not continue to use it.

It can be seen that this black stone shaman is happy, after all, this represents Nelgo's recognition of his forging skills.

Dangdang.

The heavy forging hammer waved in his hand, a drop of sweat dripping from his forehead, and Nelgo watched his forging process intently.

It's just that I didn't understand anything.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll steal my studies?" Nairgo couldn't help but ask him, as if the blackstone orc didn't care at all about the way his clan forged flowed.

"Huh?" he grinned, "It's just some simple forging now, and my clan's unique skills are useless."

Immediately afterwards, he said: "As for the current process, you can watch it."

"Forget it.

Nairgo left in amusement, giving him time to perform his unique skills.

Wokush - The name of this blackstone shaman, although he did not have the outrageous speed of forging enough weapons for an army in one night like their chief's black hand, but it was still easy to give Nelgo a man-made axe.

After a while, the knocking in the room ended, and as the door opened, a puff of heat and black smoke wafted out of it.

"Ahem. Nelgo summoned a gust of wind to blow away the heat, and saw Wokush come out of it with a black axe with a purple glow.

"Oh, the axe you want. Wokush gave the heavy axe to Nelgo, the quality of the weapon was good, he could see at a glance, and the material was chosen from the Blackstone mine, a rare metal found only in Gorlond, and only blacksmiths from the Blackstone clan could quench and forge them.

"That's nice. Nelgo tried to swing the axe, yes, it was very convenient, but what surprised him even more was that after picking up this axe, he actually felt that his body was more robust, and the brilliance on the weapon gradually entered his body from the weapon, and this magic made him feel that his body seemed much stronger.

This was Nairgo's

first reaction, he even felt that he had no hallucinations last night, this year blacksmith helped build weapons and attached enchantment business? Nairgo's

expression was a little dull, this sluggishness made Wakush feel funny, he could actually make such an interesting expression?"

The smile on Wokush's face became more and more obvious, "Attaching the Black Stone Seal to a weapon can perfectly enhance the user's body.

Then he added, "I won't charge you extra money for this spell, just as your reward for inviting me to eat Tabu sheep." Saying that, he licked his lips and seemed to fall into a memory, "That Tabu sheep did really well."

"Just because of this?" Nairgo couldn't help but say, "If a Tabu sheep can be exchanged for an enchantment, I will catch sheep for you every day in the future." "

Go and go. Wokush waved his hand in disgust, "This time it is a demon that is attached to you by the hand, and next time you will have to pay extra."

"No problem. Nelgo used the enchanted weapon for the first time, only to feel that this axe was at least ten times better than his previous weapon, he took out the gold from the package and handed it to Wokush, believing that using this weapon to practice combat skills with other orcs would definitely improve his melee combat level significantly.

But his practice plan would have to drag on for a while, because Garlock was now teaching them a whole new course.

"Hiss. Nairgo, who had just walked out of the wooden house, returned to the room and put on an extra robe, and after the fallen elements of the elemental heights were basically cleared, the elements here gradually returned to normal, and the weather inevitably began to get a little cooler.

In World of Warcraft, there are many factors that affect the weather, but the most common reason is the elemental problem.

For example, in the original plot, after Guldan attacked the Elemental Throne, the weather in the entire Draenor was like a disease, with a sharp increase in temperature in an iceberg and sudden floods in a perennially dry place.

Although the previous elemental throne was not so outrageous, it was basically a cool day, a hot day, and the temperature completely depended on the mood of the elemental creatures in the elemental highlands next door.

It was cool today, and Garlock didn't know if it was because of this that he didn't take the shamans outside to practice communication elements and combat training.

He called everyone into a large room, which Nairgo used to call the home of souls.

Just like the shamanic building in Warcraft, this soul destination is usually where Garok teaches them cultural lessons.

"It's a cultural class again. After entering, Garlock was holding a book in front of him to say something, and a group of students were sitting quietly on blankets below, and after Nelgo entered the house, they looked at this side as if they had agreed.

"Am I seem to be late?" he hesitated.

Garlock looked up at him and said, "Not yet, you came just right, find a place to sit casually."

After Nairgo found a place where no one was sitting down, he also looked at the other shamans around him, what were they holding?

"The Language of the

Delaney" "Are you going to speak Delaney today?" Although Nairgo was a little strange, it was not a bad thing to learn more, and he listened carefully to Garlock speaking on stage.

"Take it easy, kids. Garlock said, "Today we are going to talk about the language of those blue-skinned neighbors, they are Delaney, what do you know about

the Delaney?" "Weak!" said an orc with tattoos all over his body and a tattoo on his face: "I have heard the elders of the clan tell their stories, the story of the weak Delaney." "

Weakness

Nairgo realized that many of his own people shared this idea, as could be seen from the harmony of other shamans.

But there were also orcs who disagreed with him, Amukwa, and the Shadow Moon Orc retorted: "Not really, I have seen the Delaney in the Shadow Moon Valley, they are not only not weak, but like us, they have a high respect for the gods, which can be seen from their huge temple city. For

a while, with Amukwa's rebuttal, the orc shamans spoke out their opinions.

One said that the Delaney people were proud and brave.

Another said that Delaney was weak and could only survive in the city.

All the time there was a lot of debate in the classroom, and the mess became a pot of porridge.

"Stop. Garlock stopped their increasingly dangerous argument, and he and the shamans said, "You all have your own opinions about whether the Delaney are brave or not, but that's not what I'm saying. "

Could it be their cargo?" said one orc as if jokingly.

"That's right, it's their cargo. Garlock nodded immediately, and he and the students said, "I believe you have all seen in your own clan that every once in a while a caravan of the Delaney people will come to your clan to do business, exchanging their goods for our furs and the like.

Watching the students nod one by one, Garlock continued: "The importance of this trade is undoubted to us, many times our trade partners are only the Delaney people, and as shamans, many times we need to communicate with them, and then the importance of the Delaney language is self-evident."

Speaking of this, he picked up a scroll and drew an abstract creature, "starting with knowing their gods." "