Chapter 5 The Throne of Elements

"I really drank too much." Recalling his outrageous words in front of Grommash, Nergo held his forehead and was speechless.

Did he inherit the drinking capacity of the bottle in his previous life in this life?

Nergo sat on the bed, staring straight ahead.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't see anything, nor was he thinking about anything, he was just in a daze.

Until the wolf cavalry arranged by the chief came to find him, ready to escort Nergo all the way to the Elemental Throne.

About half a day passed.

"Be quiet later, boys, we are going to the Elemental Throne, which is a holy place!" The leading wolf cavalry shouted, "Don't disturb the gods."

He deliberately lowered his voice by two levels.

"Ha!" The orc behind him laughed, "I heard that the disturbed gods will punish us?"

"At least I know the shamans will."

"How far is it ahead?" The leading orc shouted.

"We're almost there. I seem to have already felt the breath of the gods." An orc with better eyesight replied.

"Hey, little shaman, do you have any unique understanding of the holy land?" A wolf rider asked Nergo.

Many orcs, like him, only have a vague understanding of this holy land. For example, it is a sacred place for shamans. All apprentices who are qualified to become shamans will meditate there to comprehend the spirits of the elements until they become true shamans.

"Do you know why the Throne of Elements is called the Holy Land?"

Although after crossing, the habits and personalities that originally belonged to humans have also changed a lot.

However, he is still very interested in bragging, a program suitable for all ages.

The wolf riders either looked at each other or pondered, and gave their own answers.

Some said that it should be like the holy mountain Oshu'gun, where the souls of the ancestors are watching them.

Some said that it can make orcs gain wisdom and peace, otherwise there is no way to explain why the shamans are much smarter than them.

Others simply don't know anything, and perfectly implement the idea that I will follow whatever others say.

But in the end, they all looked at Nergo, wanting to get an accurate answer.

"No, no, no." Nergo waved his hand and began to tell the history of this holy land.

"That was a very early history, dating back to seven hundred or even almost eight hundred years ago. At that time, we orcs just had the concept of clans, and orc families spontaneously formed clans one by one."

Speaking of this, Nergo paused, "The Shadowmoon Clan, Dragonmaw Clan, Blackrock Clan, and Laughing Skull, Thunderblade and other large and small clans were all established at that time."

"What about our clan?" An orc was obviously very interested in the deeds of his ancestors.

"Like them, the difference is that we chose to come to Nagrand, but this is not the point." Nergo curled his lips when he said this, "The point is the Shadowmoon Clan, their clan gave birth to the first shaman."

"Why did I hear that our clan was the first clan with shamans?"

Several orcs exchanged ideas, but found that the other party had the same understanding as themselves, that is, the origin of all shamans was born from the Warsong Clan.

After all, the two holy places of the orcs are in Nagrand. You told me that the first shaman has nothing to do with us?

This is why Nergo curled his lips. The lack of early history of the orcs made most clans believe that the legendary "first shaman" was a member of their own clan.

"If you ask the Burning Blade Clan, they will also say that the Burning Blade Clan is the first clan to give birth to shamans, even though they may not even have a few shamans."

"Okay, then go on."

Although he disagreed with some places, he was a shaman after all, or about to become a shaman, and the orcs have always respected shamans.

Not to mention that the stories he told could easily arouse the interest of the wolf riders.

"The spellcasters of the Shadowmoon Clan tried to follow the footprints of the gods. They wandered around in our world, but found nothing."

"Later I learned, did they come to Nagrand?"

Nergo was a little surprised. Have you learned to answer quickly?

But he nodded, "Yes, the Shadowmoon Clan saw the Wrath of Elements in the mountains northwest of Nagrand, and received their favor, and the gods gave them knowledge."

"Is this the origin of the Elemental Throne and Shaman?" A wolf rider wanted to ask further, but Nergo didn't want to say more.

As early as when the group was still listening to Nergo's story, the Spirit of the Breeze had already let Nergo "see" the tranquil lake of the Elemental Throne.

Sure enough, after a while, their group arrived at the Elemental Throne.

On the hillside near the Elemental Throne, there is a small residential area, which is where the shamans and pilgrims who guard the Elemental Throne live, and it is also the destination of Nergo and his group.

As soon as they arrived here, a shaman apprentice came to greet them.

"Outsiders, Elder Garlock is waiting for you inside."

The wolf rider from the Warsong clan was a little incredulous, "The shaman knew we were coming?"

The apprentice lowered his head, his robe covering most of his face, "The wind told us everything."

The wolf riders immediately put on a pious look, "Please take us to see the shaman, I have urgent news from Chief Hellscream."

The apprentice was already accustomed to people wanting to see the shaman, and he skillfully carried out every step of the visitor's request to see the shaman, "The shaman guardian is in that wooden house, please follow me."

At the foot of the Elemental Throne, these orc cavalrymen dared not have a bit of arrogance.

Not only because this is the holy land of shamans and the origin of shaman culture.

But also because of the story of Nergo just now. This is the place where the gods who favor them live. Who dares to be disrespectful here?

So, right now, in the cabin of Garlock Shaman, he respectfully read the secret letter of Chief Hellscream to the shaman.

To Garlock, the great and responsible shaman guardian, Chief Hellscream greets you. The gods have given our clan a child, that is, Nergo, whom I told you before.

He was born with the favor of the elements, and even before he was taught by the Elemental Throne, he already had the power to manipulate lightning.

I hope this child can become a real shaman after studying at the Elemental Throne...

Listening to the words of the messenger, Garlock stretched out his hand and waved to several cavalrymen of the Warsong Clan. Suddenly, a breeze blew away the dust on them.

The cavalry, who seemed a little tired, became much more energetic.

Garlock looked at the leading messenger, "Tell Chief Hellscream that I will teach this child well."

"Okay." The Warsong orcs saluted and then returned the same way.

After sending away the wolf cavalry, Garlock showed a kind smile on his old face. Although he was an orc, this smile was only kind. "I have heard of you, Nergo. Chief Hellscream told me about you a long time ago."