"What's that doing?"
Galada, having learned of Grommash's plans, suddenly noticed the cylindrical pillars surrounding the camp, which emanated a sense of peace and tranquility. The pillars had fine lines and crude carvings.
"That's the Priest Totem." Grommash saw the direction Galada pointed and smiled. "It's made using the techniques taught by the High Priest. It can communicate with the human spirit, allowing gifted orcs to sense the power of the elements more quickly and easily."
Simply put, it will make the number of shamans in the orc clans less scarce."
"Really?" Galada stared at the totem poles in shock, eyes filled with envy. After all, a shaman is the backbone of a clan. He can guide the clan's future and help it avoid great danger. Even in times of war, he can summon the elements and use them to launch sweeping attacks, reducing casualties for his clan or bringing victory!
Shamans do not necessarily exist only in large clans, but with shamans, large clans can quickly expand and grow.
"You want it?" Grommash asked bluntly.
"Of course." Galada did not hide his thoughts, as most orcs did.
"The high priest is not stingy in bestowing power on us. You can ask the talented orcs in your clan to come here. If they can awaken and master the power of the elements, the shamans here will do their best to teach them. I promise you. Even if you can make meritorious contributions to the high priest in the future, she can even create a totemic power unique to your clan." Grommash said with a smile.
Galada showed a touch of emotion on his face.
For him, nothing could be more appealing than increasing the power of the clan and making it even more powerful. The history of the orcs, from beginning to end, was woven with the concept of power.
Orcs without strength will be eliminated by nature.
A clan without strength will be destroyed by wild beasts or slaughtered by other clans.
From childhood to adulthood, what orcs want most is power, and what they respect the most is also power.
"Follow me." Seeing Galada's interest, Grommash motioned him to follow.
Led by Grommash, they arrived at the camp of the Warsong Clan. As soon as he entered the camp, Galada suddenly felt a surge of courage and strength running through his body.
He seemed to hear the sound of war drums beating in his ears, and a surge of fighting spirit made him clench his fists. If this was not the camp of the Warsong Clan, he would even think that he had arrived at the battlefield that was about to begin!
There was no atmosphere to create, but his fighting spirit was inexplicably high.
"The Warsong Clan was the first to submit to the High Priestess, and thus received the original gift. She created a Totem of Courage for the Warsong Clan. As long as any warrior within the clan still possesses the will to fight, its power will not be extinguished.
The more warriors there are and the more they fight, the wider the totem's reach. Within the totem's reach, every orc will be fearless and always in top fighting shape.
Combat power will be increased, defense will be improved, and self-healing ability after taking damage will also be improved. This is the most suitable artifact for the Warsong Clan!
We only need to devote our enthusiasm to it every day, and it will give us due rewards in battle!" Grommash said proudly.
"What is that?" Galada, entering the camp, watched as many orcs gathered in a circle, watching two orcs engage in a gladiatorial fight. In the center of the duel stood a massive totem pole, as tall as three or four orcs.
"It's just to charge the totem. Of course, it's also to vent the power and fighting spirit surging in their bodies." Grommash explained.
"The Frostwolf Clan is willing to serve the High Priestess if she can keep the orcs of the Frostwolf Clan alive." Galada looked at the vibrant Warsong Clan, then thought about his own clan that was still having a headache because of food. After a moment's silence, he made a decision.
Being able to become a chief means that he is not an orc who doesn't use his brain. Although he is honest and straightforward, he also has the necessary ideas and thoughts.
Of course, he knew why Grommash brought him to the camp to see the high priest, and he also knew why he was so straightforward and honest in revealing all kinds of intelligence and information to him.
If it was just talk, no matter how nice the words sounded, Galada wouldn't have taken it too seriously. But after seeing it with his own eyes, experiencing it with his own body, and feeling the other party's power, he could no longer remain indifferent.
The Frostwolf Clan is not a small clan, but after experiencing the infection and attack of the evil dragon, the Frostwolf Clan's strength has been greatly damaged. In order to survive, the Frostwolf Clan no longer has the confidence or qualifications to ask for more.
"During the Dragon Hunting Festival, I will let the high priest see the value of the Frostwolf Clan." Galada said.
Only when you are strong can you be valued.
This is a deeply rooted belief among all orcs.
The weak and the losers are not qualified to make demands.
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Azeroth.
"Your child will become a significant figure in shaping the course of history." Agatha prophesied about Aegwynn's child. She was also adept at precognitive magic.
But she could only vaguely perceive some information, and could not observe all the timelines like Ancient One, make accurate and precise predictions, or even actively guide the timeline to the one she wanted to see.
She could foresee that Aegwynn's child would become an important figure influencing the future, but she could not know the specific events and whether they would be good or bad.
"As the Guardian who inherits my responsibilities, this is only natural!" Aegwynn proudly responded to Agatha's prophecy. In her opinion, although not the girl she most wanted, as a son who could inherit her power as Guardian, he would definitely become a great figure in the future magical world, and likewise, a great figure who would influence the world.
Just like her!
By eliminating Sargeras, she even changed the future of the entire Azeroth!
As for the Guardian's need to gain the approval of all the archmages of the Council of Tirisfal? Aegwynn said she had already parted ways with them long ago. After all, they could neither do anything to her nor force her.
"Is this really a good idea? Not being by his side to watch him grow up?" Agatha asked Aegwynn.
"With Nelas around, Little Madonna will grow up healthy and happy. And I still have magic to study and explore." Aegwynn shook her head slowly and replied softly.
"Then let's begin." Agatha did not ask any further questions, but she affirmed Aegwynn's attitude of pursuing magic and knowledge.
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Kingdom of Lordaeron.
Terenas Menethil, the newly inherited king of Lordaeron, stood proudly atop a mountain, gazing at a towering structure in the distance. Beside him stood Kel'Thuzad, the Archmage of the Council of Tirisfal.
"What a magnificent and majestic building, isn't it?" King Terenas looked at the tower in fascination and spoke softly.
"Of course, I think so." Kel'Thuzad also showed a considerable obsession with the building. No matter who it was, as long as they knew that magnificent history, it was impossible for them to remain indifferent to this tower.
This is the Dragon Tower!
It was an incredible miracle built by the former Dragon Empire, who enslaved trolls, a few elves, and humans, using magic! Its top was above the clouds, and the tower radiated vast energy fluctuations.
It is said that the Mage Tower in Dalaran was originally built based on the technology of this tower. It can be said that all Mage Towers are derived from this tower, but with more or less changes.
This tower itself is a tower of supreme power that all wizards and elves envy. Whoever possesses it will have power that surpasses the guardian dragon!
Unfortunately, no one can truly control it except its owner, the exiled and sealed Tyrannosaurus King.
It is said that some nodes inside the tower are connected to the external space. In its heyday, mages could use the power of the tower to safely draw the power of the void from the outside and observe the mysteries of the universe.
But unfortunately, the Dragon Tower fell into silence after losing its owner. The elves, humans, and trolls who participated in the construction of the tower and mastered some of the technology joined forces to control some of its authority and transformed it into a prison.
A prison used to imprison all the dragons under the Tyrannosaurus King and the half-blood dragon-men.
Over the past thousand years, countless dragon-men and giant dragons have been captured from the outside world and thrown into the Dragon Tower. It was only in the last one or two hundred years that the opening of the Dragon Tower gradually subsided.
The remaining dragons and dragons had been captured almost completely, becoming a rarity from their former abundance. Even those still alive had learned to stay away from human and other inhabitants and mastered the art of concealment.
The only way to encounter these vicious dragons now is in the extremely harsh, sparsely populated glaciers. After Bakar was sealed, the lair of the ice dragon Skarsa, the only dragon to leave when he saw the situation was bad, is located here.
For thousands of years, it's not that no one has tried to conquer this dragon, but with the help of the harsh environment and its own powerful strength, the ice dragon Skarsa has repelled the attacks of the conquerors time and time again.
Finally, as time passed, the two sides established a tacit understanding.
Humans, elves, and others no longer form armies to attack Skarsa, and the ice dragon Skarsa will not leave the ice field on her own initiative, nor will she allow her children and followers to leave the ice field.
Initially, humans and elves built a station on the ice plain to monitor the Ice Dragon Skarsa, but for hundreds of years, the dragon spent most of its time sleeping in the snowstorms it created. As long as no one disturbed it, it would not wake up and go crazy.
The already bad weather on the ice field occupied by Skarsa became even worse, and it was even more difficult for any life except Skarsa's children to survive in the center of the nest.
Even someone as powerful as a great wizard would be in great danger if he stepped into that disaster-like area, as if he were being violently attacked by frost magic.
Therefore, it has become a forbidden area. Even the subsequent settlements of humans and elves have been handed over to the guardian dragons.
"Tell me, how many dragon people are imprisoned in there?" Young Terenas, who had been looking at the Dragon Tower for a long time, was silent for a moment and suddenly asked.
"That's not easy to estimate." Kel'Thuzad was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. Thousands of years of accumulation, who knew how many dragonkin and dragons there were?
Even those of them who are nominally the managers of the Dragon Tower can actually only control the bottom twenty or thirty floors of the tower.
"Then let me ask you another question. How many dragonmen and dragons do you think are still alive in there?" Terenas asked again.
"Dragons are powerful creatures with long lifespans. If there's no danger, they can survive for a long time. Of course, this refers to legendary dragons like the five guardian dragons or the three evil dragons.
As for the dragonmen, their lifespans might be longer than ours, but they certainly can't compare to elves and ordinary dragons. If nothing unexpected happens, they're probably almost dead by now." Kel'Thuzad thought for a moment and offered his answer.
After all, the only record of the tower's contents dates back over three hundred years. At the time, it was merely a vague record provided by Guardian Aegwynn, devoid of any valuable information.
"There must be a lot of different materials in there," Terenas said softly, hinting at something.
Kel'Thuzad's heart suddenly began to pound in his chest. He had already vaguely sensed what the new king of Lordaeron was planning by bringing him here.
"According to the agreement, the key to the Dragon Tower will be kept by humans and elves respectively for a period of time. I have received a message from the elves that they will deliver the key to Lordaeron as agreed. This means that the Dragon Tower will belong to the Kingdom of Lordaeron for the next ten years. I remember that Dalaran also keeps a key, right?" Terenas looked at Kel'Thuzad beside him with clear eyes.
"You know, unless necessary, the two keys cannot open the Dragon Tower at the same time. That will affect the seal." Kel'Thuzad reminded in a low voice.
"No, I have no intention of taking the key from the Council of Tirisfal. Besides, as far as I know, this key fell into the hands of Guardian Aegwynn three hundred years ago. She has never returned it to the council, right?" Terenas smiled and said something that made Kel'Thuzad look a little embarrassed.
"I am willing to share the resources of the Dragon Tower with you, Archmage, but as a matter of course, you should also help me do something. What is your opinion?" Terenas asked frankly and directly.
"What do you need me to do?" Kel'Thuzad suppressed his excitement and asked in a lower voice.
"I want Lordaeron to become the leader of the human kingdom and the most powerful country in the Eastern Kingdoms! I need a powerful army! A well-equipped and invincible elite army!" Terenas said firmly.