Three days later, Drek'Thar awoke from his coma.
After all this ordeal, even the Orcs's physique couldn't withstand it; their bodies emitted a foul odor, and many wounds were infested with maggots.
The collar around his neck was flashing, preventing him from using Shaman magic.
Drek'Thar struggled to get up, but couldn't manage it.
The groom came over to tend to the horses and, disgusted, kicked Drek'Thar into the horse manure.
Drek'Thar was weak and dizzy due to a high fever, his mind was becoming increasingly unclear.
Tamis, having learned that Drek'Thar had awakened, slowly made his way over.
Tamis was a good man and initially felt compassion, but the thought of this man abandoning his people and running away immediately filled him with disgust.
"The lord has instructed you to write down all the Elemental Magic you possess. If you show enough sincerity, you can leave the stables and enjoy a good meal."
Paper and pen were placed in front of Drek'Thar.
At that moment, his mind was foggy, and he was unbearably hungry. All he wanted was a good meal, and he didn't have time to think about anything else.
Grabbing a pen and paper, Drek'Thar wrote down everything he knew about Elemental Magic.
Tamis picked it up, glanced at it, and said with dissatisfaction:
"Is that all? You Orcs, you're not being honest. You must be hiding something. Humph, just wait to be punished."
Tamis instructed the groom, "Give him what you have left over, as well as the rotten and spoiled food. Just make sure he doesn't die."
Inside the living room, a Black-Robed Man sat opposite Blackmoore, a triangular sword hanging at his waist.
Blackmoore and the Black-Robed Man were having a pleasant conversation when Tamis entered and presented Drek'Thar with the Elemental Magic written by him.
The Black-Robed Man took it, glanced at it, and said with a slight smirk:
"Drek'Thar's aptitude is average; it's already quite impressive that he's comprehended these things. He didn't hide anything."
Blackmoore asked with a smile, "Draenor's Shaman magic tradition has been passed down for a thousand years, but it seems to be developing poorly!"
The Black-Robed Man said unhurriedly, "Elemental Magic emphasizes talent but lacks spellcasting skills because all Shaman like to keep their secrets, and a unified system of inheritance has not been formed."
"I see. So what's the difference between Shaman magic and mage magic?" Blackmoore asked again.
The Black-Robed Man explained, "Shaman magic focuses on communicating with the elements, or being enslaved by them, and there's also a chance of enslaving weaker elements. Mage magic focuses on casting techniques, as well as understanding and studying the laws of magic. Shaman magic is simpler and more direct, but in the long run, mage magic has more potential."
Blackmoore gasped, "So, you're saying that trying to defeat a mage with Shaman magic won't work!"
The Black-Robed Man nodded:
"Azeroth has god-like mages like the Guardian Medivh, but Shaman can't do that, no matter how talented they are. This is because a mage's magic is not the achievement of one person, but rather the culmination of the experience of generations of Mages, accumulated little by little. Shaman's magic is not shared; they can only learn it by themselves. No matter how strong an individual's ability is, it cannot compare to an Elite group that has existed for thousands of years."
Blackmoore shook his head and sighed, "This is truly despairing!"
The Black-Robed Man smiled slightly and said, "It's actually not difficult. As long as you combine the two, you can achieve unexpected results."
"Please advise me," Blackmoore said hastily.
The Black-Robed Man said solemnly, "By fusing the violent side of Shaman magic with the delicate spellcasting skills of mage magic, and combining the enslavement of elements with the search for the patterns of the elements, a person who embodies both the professions of Shaman and mage is stronger than both. Defeating Medivh is not impossible."
Blackmoore's eyes lit up, then he sighed and said, "Unfortunately, both Shaman and mage magic require extremely high talent."
"Talent is a lie." The Black-Robed Man suddenly raised his voice. "I originally thought I had exceptional talent, but actually I just learned things a little faster than others. They used talent to divide people into different classes and groups, and eventually even they believed it themselves. A closed group, clinging to its own ways, severely hinders development."
Blackmoore's gaze narrowed slightly, and he clapped his hands, saying, "Well said! This is the essence of the world. You and I share the same interests, so why don't we become sworn brothers?"
The Black-Robed Man remained silent for a long while before saying, "We're not just people of different surnames, we're from different races. Can you accept that?"
Blackmoore paused, then asked, "May I ask what your race is?"
"Undead creature." The Black-Robed Man pulled back his cloak, revealing a skull with fangs.
Royal Palace Lordaeron.
King Terenas yawned as he sat at the dining table, where a court servant had already brought him breakfast.
Upon seeing that there was only one egg in his breakfast, the King's face immediately showed displeasure, and he asked:
"There used to be three eggs, but today there's only one. As the King of Lordaeron, am I not even allowed to eat an egg?"
The court steward whispered, "Your King, these eggs cost fifty gold coins each. I searched the entire city of Lordaeron and only managed to buy five. The remaining four will be used for lunch and dinner."
"What? Fifty gold coins for an egg? Do you think I'm senile?"
King Terenas flew into a rage, pointing his finger at the court steward and shouting:
"You think I don't know prices? One silver coin can buy a whole basket of eggs. Confess honestly, did you embezzle all the money? How many accomplices do you have?"
The court official replied neither servilely nor arrogantly, "King Majesty, the saying 'one silver coin for a large basket of eggs' was from last year. Now, all the chickens in the Kingdom of Lordaeron have been captured by the Order of the Silver Hand, supposedly to provide meat for the Orcs. Without chickens, how can there be eggs? The Knights of the Silver Hand may be good at capturing chickens, but they can't conjure eggs."
King Terenas was stunned, speechless, and looking at the eggs in his breakfast, he said reluctantly:
"Making sure the Orcs have meat to eat is the most important thing. They won't die without eggs, so take these eggs and give them to the Orcs."
Someone took the eggs, and the palace steward laughed:
"King Majesty, you do care about the Orcs, but unfortunately Orcs are ungrateful. Just the day before yesterday, the Orcs from the Brill Internment Camp escaped and stormed into Lordaeron, heading straight for the Royal Palace, shouting that they wanted to eat you. If it weren't for the soldiers' bravery, the consequences would have been unimaginable."
King Terenas hurriedly asked, "How come I didn't know about this? What happened to those rioting Orcs?"
"They were all wiped out by the soldiers," said the palace official.
King Terenas frowned. "How could we do this? The Orcs are kind and benevolent. If we hadn't done something wrong and not fed them enough, they wouldn't have started this uprising."
The palace official looked conflicted, unsure of what to say.
King Terenas coldly ordered, "Capture all those villains who murdered the Orcs, execute them on the spot, and hang their heads at the city gate. Anyone who opposes the Orcs deserves to die."
The court official was horrified and immediately knelt down, kowtowing. "King Majesty, you mustn't! They are not villains, but brave Warriors who risked their lives to protect Lordaeron. If you execute them, it will discourage the soldiers. If the Orcs invade again, who will protect you? Who will protect Lordaeron?"
King Terenas slammed his fist on the table and said fiercely, "If I am eaten by the Orcs, that is my fate, and I have no one to blame but myself."