In the dream, he could feel that under the feet of **, the once solid rock was trembling, and he held the rough and knotted staff tightly until his fingers were bent painfully, as if this would calm his mind, although he was facing a monstrous tsunami and a collapsing mountain, but he hoped that the pain would allow him to return to the real world.

And at this moment, the fission of the earth took place without warning.

The ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked into a craggy crack, as if a bloody jaw was about to devour him. He shouted, half jumped, half fell to the side, and the staff that he had let go of fell into the widening throat.

In the raging wind, Drektar clung to a raised rock, trembling as the ground shook, his long-sighted eyes fixed on the boiling blood-red waters below.

The huge waves crashed against the steep cliffs of the mountain cliffs, and the height of the waves splashed was unbelievable, and Drektar could feel the scorching heat of those bubbles, the blazing temperature was definitely not from the ordinary fire elemental rampant, and the old shaman also smelled a strong smell of sulfur, which was not the smell of the fire elemental.

What evil creature could have come out of the ground?

Drektar clearly felt the screams of fear, pain and help from the elementals, and the ringing around him was endless, everything that happened to those elements, Drektar felt the same way, now there were many elemental creatures enslaved, and he couldn't see what evil monsters had enslaved them.

The rumbling sound became more and more violent, and under his horrified gaze, the blood-red sea parted on both sides, and a huge land appeared in the middle, which was still rising, and seemed to not stop at all, and in an instant it was as high as a mountain and as vast as an entire continent.

Just then, the ground at Drektar's feet cracked again, and he shouted loudly, waving his hands in vain in the air, and fell into the fire beneath the cracks

Drektar jerked open his mattress and jumped up, he was trembling and sweating, his hands were pointing into the air as if he were grasping something, and his eyes, which he could not see again, were round open to the darkness ahead.

"The earth will weep and the world will be broken!" Drektar screamed. However, someone took his trembling hands and clasped them to calm them down.

The heat from Palka's hand calmed Drektar a lot, and the raging flames, the smell of sulfur, what was causing the various natural disasters in the world of Azeroth.

The Lord of the Fire Demons? Drektar patted his forehead in a cold sweat, Ragnaros was in control of the fire element, he couldn't cause tsunamis and earthquakes, what the hell was doing all this in secret.

"Come on, Sect Father Drektar, it's just a dream." Palka complained that as an orc, he preferred to take up arms on the battlefield rather than come and take care of an old man.

Drektar would not take lightly what he foresaw, the prophecies he saw were absolutely true and could not be falsified, just as the prophet Kaulhook said, his own memory could not deceive him.

Not so long ago, Drektar was still fighting and killing enemies, until later it was thought that he was too old and weak to fight, and if he could no longer serve as a warrior, then he would serve with the way of a shaman, with the vision he foresaw.

"Palka, I must go see Thrall," he said to the young orc, "and the Ring of Earth." Maybe someone else saw it too...... If not, I'll have to tell them! Palka, I have to do this! He tried to stand up, but one leg could not be used at all, and the rheumatism had put him into a resting life early, and he patted the old and useless body in frustration.

"What you have to do is get some rest, Sect Father." Drektar was too weak to resist, but he couldn't break free of Palka's steady hands, and he was pushed on his back against the mattress.

"Saar...... He had to know. Drektar grunted, patting Palka's arms in vain.

"If you feel the need, I'll tell the chief when he returns. But now...... What you need is rest! "The nightmare had exhausted him, and now the old bones were starting to feel chills again.

Thrall led the tribe to Quellinth for the summit on the continent of Azeroth, and even if Drektar wanted to see him now, there was no way, so Palka went to pour him a hot drink, an expensive specialty from Quel'Thalas, blood thistle tea mixed with tranquilizing flowers, and herbs to help him sleep.

Palka is a capable orc guy, at least he takes care of Drektar meticulously, seeing that Draktar's emotions calmed down, Palka's hands held the old shaman's rough left hand, and the temperature from his hand made Drektar feel reassured.

"Will Sal be back tomorrow? Is there time to tell him these things? Drektar couldn't help but think that he lay down with his head back after drinking the medicinal tea, and before falling into a deep sleep, he had a wandering doubt: Is it too late?

Palka sat down and sighed, once upon a time, Drektar's spirit was as sharp as a dagger, even if his body was becoming more and more fragile under the weight of age, once upon a time, Palkar would immediately send a messenger to report to Thrall what Drektar had foreseen.

Unfortunately, that's just the past.

In the past year, the very sharp mind of this sagacity had begun to drift, and Drektar's memory, which had been more reliable than any written record, had begun to make mistakes, and his memories were missing. Palka couldn't help but wonder if Drektar's so-called "foresight" had long since degenerated into a worthless nightmare under the double blow of the enemy's enemies, nightmare war and inevitable aging.

Palka stood up and walked towards his mattress, recalling with deep remembrance that two months ago, Drektar insisted on sending messengers to Ashenvale, as a horde of orcs was about to attack, and the Cenarion rally, which had been held there, slaughtered the minotaurs and Kadoredruids who were present.

They did send messengers, issued warnings, but nothing happened. The only result was that the Night Elves became more suspicious after listening to the old orc's whisper, there were no orcs within a radius of several miles, but Drektar insisted that the danger he predicted was true.

There are other foresights, perhaps less important, but they are all just as illusory. It's the same today. If the threat exists, then there must be someone other than Drektar who realizes that Palka himself is an experienced shaman, and he has no such premonition.