"We don't dare to wish you could save the whole world, that's not realistic!"

Ner'zhul opened his arms and said sincerely and humbly:

"We only hope that the great elements can protect the land that has not been completely polluted, Nagrand, Gorgrond, Frostfire Ridge and Arak. Only these places still exist, whether it is the great elements or the humble us,

We can all find a place to breathe, and we can all give birth to hope again... And we, the servants who once served the elements, we beg the elements to give us power again..."

"I swear this!"

Ner'zhul pricked his cheek with his fingers, letting blood flow into his palm, and he shouted loudly:

"In the name of the Chieftain of the Shadowmoon Clan, I swear here! The shamans who have regained their power will be dedicated to saving Draenor. We swear on our souls that we will drive away the evil influence.

To make up for the sins we have committed... O merciful element, please give us a chance to save this world! Please join forces with us... to defend Draenor and our world!"

Frankly speaking, this request is not too much. When the orcs were born, the elemental spirits gave the power of the elements to the orcs because they hoped that these flesh-and-blood creatures would help them maintain the world. The elements have no entities and face many disasters.

Unable to lend a helping hand, the existence of the shaman is actually a concrete demonstration of the power of the elements.

Many times, the shaman's soul is called the fifth element.

Now, the freed elemental spirits can clearly feel the weakening of the world of Draenor. In this case, it is necessary to recruit a group of shamans again.

Ner'zhul also gave these proud elements face. Seeing the remaining orc chiefs kneeling humbly on the ground, the elemental spirits were silent for a moment before finally making a decision.

The howling wind blew away the heavy clouds in Shadowmoon Valley at this moment, casting a faint sunlight on the ground, and clear raindrops were also scattered in the sunlight on the dry land of Shadowmoon Valley, and the cracks on the ground were cracked one by one.

A few points were made up, and in the burning flames, all the orcs felt a kind of warmth in their souls.

Wind, fire, water, earth, and the power of the four elements enveloped Ner'zhul, filling his thin body little by little. Behind him, the Shadow Moon Shamans cried loudly, and the power of the elements returned to their bodies.

, this represents the end of the dark 20 years of doomsday.

"Cherish it... Orcs, there is no... there will be no next time."

In the whisper of the elements, the four elements disappeared into the air. Ner'zhul raised his arms and roared in the most cheerful manner. He waved his fingers and the gentle power of water covered Grom's body, covering him.

The burns were healed in an instant, and Chief Warsong stood up. He looked at Ner'zhul, whose body was wrapped with the power of the elements, and whispered:

"I believe you, Ner'zhul...Thank you for saving this world..."
Chapter completed!