The Mind of Elements

Endless Sea, Maelstrom.

Thrall had fallen into deep worry and was currently sitting on a reef, lost in thought.

Over the past few days, he had taken the core members of the Earth Ring to Deeprock Continent beneath the Maelstrom, hoping to learn from Stone Mother Sserath about the recent unrest among the elements.

And he had succeeded, obtaining the inside information he wanted. Well, to be precise, Stone Mother Sserath had been extraordinarily cooperative, answering whatever he asked with remarkable obedience.

After all, this avatar of Earth, this Stone Element and Earth Elemental Lord, this fat elemental hag... ahem, this ancient Elemental Lord, normally did not have the patience to calmly explain so much to a member of a mortal race.

Just look at her descendant, Princess Theradras. Back then, she had occupied Maraudon, possessing an evil and violent nature, and had borne the centaur race with Za'tar, son of Cenarius.

Like mother, like daughter. Stone Mother Sserath was even more hot-tempered than our beautiful and charming Princess Maraudon.

But who was brother Thrall? Our beloved Savior Shaman, the new Earth-Warder, a high-ranking official with an iron rice bowl within the World of Azeroth's system.

Who said an outsider race could not become a civil servant of the world? Besides, Thrall was a native orc born in the World of Azeroth, not some relic from the previous generation who came from the world of Draenor.

Back to the point: Thrall sat atop a towering pile of grain, listening to Stone Mother recount her life's experiences.

It was a dark and maddening mental whisper that constantly influenced certain high-ranking elements, drawing them step by step into the abyss of insanity.

As for low-ranking elements, there was even less to say. They found the power of corruption impossible to resist and