Chapter 11 Give Me a Task!

Unlike the training of warriors, the shaman has relatively few courses. This may be because the shaman is an outlier among spellcasters.

Unlike mages, who need to study hard, a shaman's power comes largely from the elements, so whether or not they can get the favor of the elements is crucial.

That is the so-called talent.

In short, it is to be a bootlicker.

Shaman school? Bootlicker training camp!

And Nergo is even more special. Nergo of other attributes cannot be added as friends, let alone bootlickers.

As for the wind element, another wave of free energy surged up, and it was unstoppable.

This gave him more time. After taking a class every day, he had many hours to do other things.

For example, continue to practice combat to prevent himself from losing his touch.

Time flies, and the years pass by.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

Although it is a bit outrageous to use the words time flies and the years pass by in just one year.

But for orcs who can live to an average age of 60, which is considered long-lived, a year is indeed long enough.

During this year, Nergo has been working hard for the goal of "qualified shaman", and this goal is getting closer and closer to him. His shamanic spells have amazed all the orcs.

Elder Garlock has said more than once that he is good enough to become a war chanter when he returns to the clan.

What else can Nergo say about this?

He is an orc of the Warsong Clan. There are many shamans in the Warsong Clan who specialize in wind elements and use storms and lightning to help the chief win the war. They are the so-called war chanters.

Their terrible war roars and thunderous war drums during the march inspire every Warsong orc in the battle.

The clan got its name from this.

Thinking of this, Nergo narrowed his eyes and whispered: "If I have the chance, I will definitely make a big drum, made of the skull of an ogre and the skin of a cleft-hoofed cow."

But that's all for the future.

That day, as usual, since Garlock did not call them to learn anything, Nergo stayed in his house safely.

Until in the dark moonlight, a ray of light shone through the window onto Nergo's desk, reflecting his face.

Fortunately, with this soft moonlight, Nergo did not need to light a lamp or a flame for lighting.

He held a notebook in his hand, and occasionally revised something on it.

Dong Dong Dong.

"Come in." Nergo tidied his clothes, poured a glass of water, and prepared to hand it to the guest who was about to come in.

"I don't know who would choose to come so late." Nergo was a little surprised that there would be visitors at this time.

Is it another apprentice?

"Teacher?" Nergo said in surprise after seeing the visitor clearly.

"Yeah." Garlock walked into the house, glanced around the room, and nodded, "I hope I didn't disturb your rest."

"Of course not." Nergo put the water in front of Garlock, "I'm revising some notes."

"It seems that you have been doing well recently."

Nergo smiled, "It's okay, just a little idle."

He said with some nostalgia: "I still like the days in the clan in the past."

"Idle?" Garlock laughed, "That's perfect, I have a task for you."

"Task? I remember there is still surplus food in our warehouse." Nergo was puzzled. He has been here for a year. The only thing he knows is that there is no surplus food in the warehouse, and everyone uses their own skills to get some food back.

How come it's not long since the last time, and we have to go again?

"Not this." Garlock patted Nergo's shoulder. He wanted to give him a kind pat on the head, but Nergo was too tall, so he had no choice but to pat his shoulder twice to get the meaning.

"Why is this guy so tall?" Garlock wondered in his heart. Those who knew this was an orc, and those who didn't thought it was an ogre.

"Since you have performed very well this year, I am going to reward you." Garlock stroked his beard and said with a smile: "But don't thank me in a hurry. This is both a reward and a task. He needs you to find four elemental pillars."

"If you find these four elemental pillars, I will ask the Wrath of Elements to perform a ceremony for you. You can understand it as a blessing."

"This is a supreme honor, and I believe you will not let me down."

Nelgo nodded, "Then where are these four elemental pillars?"

"Elemental Highlands." Garlock said, "This is a dangerous place, especially during this period, many elemental creatures have begun to fall, you must be careful when looking for elemental pillars."

Nelgo nodded, and at the same time puzzled: "What do you think my current level is. What are the chances of winning against elemental creatures?"

"50%?" Garlock hesitated for a while.

"Do you trust me so much?"

"After all, there are only success and failure."

"..."

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In the early morning of the next day, when most of the other shamans were still asleep, Nergo got up and started to pack his things.

Just as Garlock told him yesterday, the elemental highlands are very dangerous, and he will die in it if he is not careful, so preparations must be made.

In this way, he has been preparing for his actions since yesterday.

A sharpened axe - the quality of weapons produced by the Blackrock Clan has always been very good, and axes, weapons that orcs like, are their flagship products.

Two bottles of red potions, with magic and life force flowing in them - it must be said that many of the Draenei's goods can make the orcs' eyes light up, and it is no wonder that many clans are not averse to trading with the Draenei.

In addition, some dry food is also a necessity, especially meat.

Nergo did not bring a tent or too much food, he just stuffed enough food and water for three days in his magic pocket.

There is no need to bring more, the elemental highlands are very dangerous, he can't sleep peacefully there, in his expectation, he has to concentrate on hunting every lone fallen element he sees in these three days.

"Huh, I hope I won't die suddenly." Nergo took a big gulp of wine, not strong liquor, just some Draenei fruit wine, but it also stained his face with some red.

Afterwards, Nergo gently closed his door and quietly left the place where he stayed. In this way, he did not wake anyone up and walked towards the elemental highlands in the faint light.

At noon, the sun shines through the clouds onto Nergo's face, and a cool breeze refreshes him.

"Bah." Nergo spat, "It's really true that poor mountains and bad waters produce unruly people."

It's not true that poor mountains and bad waters produce unruly people.

Magma and floods are everywhere, and wind, sand and mud are everywhere. This broken place is considered uninhabited even in the entire Nagrand.

As for the unruly people.

Do you think the elemental creatures here are unruly enough?