From Ratchet City, Gazruvi and Sal are old friends and have always trusted each other, and no one knows why Gazruwe would approve of Sal so much.

Goblins have a bad reputation in Azeroth, and Thrall couldn't do anything when Orgrimmar was not founded, but Gazruvi has been helping the tribe.

Now, the first choice for Sal to go to the Maelstrom is, of course, here in Gazruvi, because whether it is a convention or an alliance, in Sal's eyes, they are all outsiders, and the tribe has the ability to sail, and there is only one Ratchet City.

Fresh water, a few barrels of beer and shochu, plenty of supplies, all the equipment needed for the voyage, and only a part of the retinue, and some members of the Ring of the Earth, followed Thrall's operation.

These shamans are the most powerful members of the Ring of the Earth, they have entrusted important duties and missions to others, and they come here, one person is weak, while many people united, especially the top shaman like them, can gather sand into a tower and unite as one.

The Ring of the Earth was numerous, not only orcs and trolls, but even the Broken, standing alone, in pairs or in groups, shamans holding their hands high, the elemental power flowing between their fingers, making gestures that seemed to be commands and requests, praying to the elemental spirits.

At the same time, shamans also need to do their best to stay on their feet and not be shaken by the shaking of the earth, although their bodies are separated, their spirits are tightly connected, and everyone closes their eyes and is immersed in the process of casting elemental magic.

The shamans are trying to appease the earth elementals and encourage them to heal themselves, yes, it is the elements that hurt, not the shamans, but the power of the elements is much more powerful than the shamans have. If it can indeed pacify the earth long enough, it will hopefully use its boundless power to repair itself.

But the earth, the stones, the soil, and even the continental shelf of Azeroth are burdened with another wound of betrayal. Deathwing, the former king of the black dragon, was originally called Nesario, and was once the guardian of the earth. He was appointed by the Titans to protect the Earth while guarding its secrets.

Now, Deathwing doesn't care about the Earth's feelings at all, and even uses the power given to him by the Titans to tear the world apart at will, ignoring the chaos and pain he has brought to the Earth.

In front of Thrall was the infamous maelstrom, which was once the place where the Well of Eternity exploded, the raging and flowing waters, like a giant beast of the deep sea with a large mouth, devouring everything around it, day after day, year after year, the center of the maelstrom, shooting out the vortex of arcane, natural, elemental energy, as if telling the spectacular scene of the once eternal well.

The maelstrom is dangerous, no ship has ever dared to approach it, even the birds in the sky, the majestic dragons, and the goblin airships will make a detour, not daring to enter the sky above the maelstrom.

"Hold your ground, hold your faith" was still clear to Thrall, even as the earth trembled beneath his feet, and the roar of the furious waves that wanted to knock them down. It was the voice of Nobaldon, a Breaker and the first of his race to become a shaman, and this time it was his turn to lead the ritual, and he had done it perfectly so far.

"Open your hearts and minds to your brothers and sisters to feel, to experience, to see the spirit of life they contain, blooming like a fire"

Standing on a newly formed rocky reef, standing next to him is Agna, a member of Maghan and a descendant of the Frostwolf Clan, who and Thrall met in Nagrand, and their fates were sealed ever after. She was dressed in brown skin, her reddish-brown hair tied in a ponytail and shaved flat in the rest of her body. Her powerful palms clenched Thrall, and the shamans were now not experimenting with magic, but trying to save the whole world.

They stood bravely on the edge of the cliff, the strong wind blowing the water below, and the waves crashing against the rugged rocks made a hollow, low sound.

Sal felt his muscles tense as he struggled to hold on. There were so many places for him to cooperate, the ground was still shaking violently, the waves were crashing against the sharp stones, and he was trying to find a balance to calm his mind so that his spirit could communicate with other shamans on a deeper level.

If the shaman is skillful and well prepared, then the spiritual consciousness can enter this equilibrium, and the shaman is able to approach the elements, interact with them, and communicate ideas with other similar people by this spiritual power.

Thrall could feel that the elementals were trying to get closer to him, the essence of the elements was like an oasis in the midst of chaos, quiet and peaceful, while the elementals struggled to get into the depths of their hearts.

Get close to the earth, connect with your heart, close your eyes, let your heart fly, find the elements that resonate, and link that resonance to the hearts of others.

A flash of light came suddenly, the light so dazzling that even an orc with his eyes closed could see it, and the energy flow from the maelstrom fluctuated violently, and the sound of the explosion was deafening, followed by a low rumbling sound, and the earth trembled even more violently.

Sal suddenly opened his eyes and saw the scene just in time.

"Retreat, retreat," Noubolton shouted. "Hurry back to the ship" As a nearby rocky reef cracked into pieces, Nobaldon's urging was a little redundant, and the orcs, minotaurs, trolls, goblins, dwarves, and draenei all ran towards their mounts, lightning and thunder in the air, and bean-sized raindrops fell on the shamans, and they climbed onto their still trembling mounts and gave the order to return to the ship.

Thrall evacuated everyone, but he was the only one who continued to maintain his spells, expecting to talk to the elementals.

"It's too dangerous here." Agna walked up, "It's been a few days, and the elemental spirits still don't have any information, let's go back to the ship." ”

"The elementals are still silent, they don't talk to me." Sal still refuses to go, "The earth is being torn apart, how should I be." ”

"Everyone has limits, and you need to rest."

"Look around you, this world is about to die, I can't have limits, this world won't allow me to have limits, our families, our friends, we don't allow us to have limits, we came here for our relatives and friends, for the people we want to protect."

Although Sal's words were not loud, many shamans who were about to ride the bipedal wyvern stopped one after another, and some turned directly and returned to their positions.

Agna turned, "You see, you can't do this alone. ”

Thrall sat on the floor without the slightest intention of stopping, "O great elemental spirit, please speak with me. ”

Powerful spiritual power and elemental energy floated towards the maelstrom with Thrall's words, and at this moment, a sudden change arose in the maelstrom, and a huge power of the fire element rushed towards him.

"You call me, little shaman." Huge body, raging flames, and the pungent sulfur, Ragnaros's body appeared in the maelstrom, "The Lord of the Fire Demon responds to you. ”

"You and your people want to save the world of the Elemental Riot, but I will tell you the truth, and this world, and all that you hold dear, will be on fire."

"The end has come, and the Twilight Judgment Day, Son of Durotan, the end of all things, is coming."

"At that time, I will let the flames purify everything."

With a wail from Thrall, pulling the gaze of all the shamans over, Thrall half-knelt on the ground, and the visions that the Fire Demon King had shown him almost had a nervous breakdown.

"Calamity fire, elemental wrath, is coming." Sal muttered.