Restorative water washed over Thrall, gradually erasing the marks fel energy had left on his body.
The healing power of the tides poured through him. His wounds healed rapidly, and reason once again subdued his anger, restoring him to his condition before the battle.
"Help me get Drak out of here. I'll cover you." Thrall rolled his shoulders and found that every ache had vanished. The healing water had not only mended his wounds but swept away his exhaustion.
This strange power aroused Thrall's intense curiosity. During the battle, he had also sensed those gentle elemental forces, as though they were beckoning to him.
Zuluhed glanced at Drak, then turned to Thrall. "I came to help you, not to rescue this human."
Thrall's gaze was resolute, his voice firm. "I hold the cards, Zuluhed. You don't have a choice."
Zuluhed hesitated, then shifted into a Ghost Wolf and ran over to Drak, taking his collar in his jaws as though carrying a cub.
The tidal water had healed Drak as well, but his injuries were simply too severe. Bones throughout his body were shattered. Conventional elemental healing spells could not repair such damage in a short time, so they had merely eased his pain and mental strain.
He still could not move properly.
"I'd rather die here than accept help from a filthy orc," Drak said disdainfully, refusing to yield.
Zuluhed spat at him. "Pah! Let me tell you, I'm still a filthy orc of the Old Horde. The hatred between us will never be reconciled. If not for Thrall, I'd have crushed your skull in my jaws already!"
While Drak and Zuluhed bickered, Thrall roared. Wielding his battleaxe and greatsword, he slammed them into the earth, unleashing four explosive shock waves at different distances.
The shock waves shattered the