There was a quick, shrill siren that Kukaron would never blow such an alarm in normal circumstances.

Thrall immediately noticed the sound of sirens and busy footsteps outside, and he immediately lifted his mattress and jumped up, the pungent smell of smoke made him understand at once what was happening, and then he heard the terrible voice that made the hearts of every citizen of Orgrimmar tremble: "It's on fire!" It's on fire! ”

While he was getting dressed, two Kukaron guards burst into the room. Apparently they, like Sal, had just heard the news of the fire: "Great Chief! Your order? ”

He quickly rushed past them, shouting orders as he spoke. "Get me a two-legged wyvern! Everyone went to the pond next to the Soul Hut, except for the shaman who woke them all up and took them all to the place where the fire was burning! Organize a fire brigade to wet all the neighboring buildings! ”

"Yes, Grand Chief!" One of them continued to follow Thrall, while the other ran to deliver the Grand Chieftain's orders. As soon as Thrall stepped out of the shadow of the fortress, a reins of a two-legged wyvern were handed to him. He rolled over and jumped onto the beast's back.

The wyvern rose almost vertically into the sky, and Thrall clung to it, overlooking the site of the fire. It wasn't too far away, and because of the barren land and the recent earthquakes, Thrall had ordered the many bonfires in Orgrimmar to be extinguished, and now he realized that there should be no place left.

Several buildings caught fire. A scorching smell made Sal's face wrinkle, and he guessed that the restaurant might be on fire, and that it was the smell of burning animal flesh that he smelled. Despite this, three buildings have already burned down, and the sky-high wall of fire lights up the night sky.

In the light of the flames, Sal saw the crowd hurrying towards him. The shaman waited where the flames were burning as he had commanded, while the others poured water on the surrounding buildings to prevent them from catching fire.

He patted his mount on the neck and steered it towards the fire. The Wyvern must have smelled the smoke and sensed the danger, but it still obeyed Thrall's orders trustfully and flew towards the fire without flinching. The plume of smoke was so thick and black that he thought for a moment that the flames would burn his clothes or burn the brave wyvern.

But Thrall is a shaman who is able to communicate with the elements ------- tame this fire.

He descended to the ground, jumped off the wyvern and let it take off, and the huge wyvern immediately flew away, and after completing the rider's orders, the wyvern instinctively stayed away from danger.

As Thrall walked forward, countless figures turned towards him, making way for their Great Chief. The other shamans, however, did not move, they stood motionless, their eyes closed, their hands raised, communicating with the flames.

And Sal is doing the same. He followed their example, calming himself down and holding out his hands towards the great flames.

Fire Elemental ...... You can do great harm or help to the lives you come into contact with. But now you are burning in the dwellings of others, and your smoke is burning our eyes and our breath, and I beg you to return to the place where we have accommodated you with gratitude, and to stop harming our people.

The flame replied: No, we don't want to go back to campfires, braziers, or fireplaces. We yearn for freedom; We want to sweep through this place and devour everything that stands in our way.

This element is angry and unpredictable, fierce and rebellious.

Thrall was worried and nervous, nothing like this had ever happened before, his heartfelt and concerned pleas were so simply denied, the flames seemed to be angry, which seemed different from the fire elemental before.

Thrall made another request, this time more firmly emphasizing the damage caused by the fire elemental, which the inhabitants had welcomed into the city.

The flames were barely and gloomily extinguished like a sulking child, and Sal, sensing the help of his fellow shamans, focused on making a request to the elementals, thankful that they hadn't been overly nervous in the event of an emergency.

The fire, which had engulfed seven buildings and a large amount of private property before it finally subsided, fortunately there were no direct casualties, although Sal knew someone had choked on the smoke.

"Nope." Thrall roared under his breath, a spark pulsing unrelentingly, drifting in the wind towards another building, wanting to cause more damage, Thrall reached out to the flickering spark, sensing that it was about to refuse to honor Thrall's request.

He opened his eyes now, staring at the path of the small spark: "If you keep flying, little spark, you will cause great damage, and my city will be destroyed by you." ”

"But I must burn! I have to live! I have to keep myself blazing! ”

"We have a place to welcome you to continue to shine. Go ahead. Don't destroy my people's homes or take their lives! ”

Hearing Thrall's begging, for a moment the spark flickered as if it was about to be extinguished, but it didn't know why it burst out of vitality again, as if it had been supported by some force out of thin air, releasing a huge amount of heat.

Thrall knew what he had to do, he raised his hand, and prayed in his heart: Forgive me, Brother Flame, I must protect my people from you, I have begged, I have begged, and now I warn.

The spark seemed to jump, but continued to fly down that path, expecting to ignite.

Thrall's face tensed, and his raised hand squeezed hard, as a shaman, Thrall knew how to annihilate those elements.

The spark flickered as if it struggled, then dimmed, and finally turned into a small piece of faint ash that fell down, and now, it could no longer harm people, and became a crystalline of the elements.

The threat is over, ending with Thrall's big victory, but Thrall is a little dazed, this is not how the shaman gets along with the elementals. As a shaman, Thrall was taught to respect and understand each other, not to threaten, control, and ultimately bring destruction.

The flame spirit could not be extinguished, he existed far longer than anything else, no shaman, not even a team of shamans, could not touch him, he was immortal like other elemental spirits, and this small part of him, this flame elemental contemptuously refused to cooperate.

This is not an accident but a distressing trend, with the elements becoming more gloomy and frenzied rather than cooperative. Eventually, Thrall had to choose to subdue them once and for all, and the other shamans began to summon rain to wet the city so that another distorted spark would insist on destruction.