Dalaran

The arrival in Dalaran city gave us incredible feelings. We saw it from afar, as the city itself was covered by a barely noticeable, purple barrier. It was gigantic and glowed with magic like a beacon. The sight of this city was difficult to contain cries of admiration. Izaval and Argar only looked at my emotions with interest while not paying any attention to my father. Of course, there was nothing wrong with him either, but he was a simple servant for them. At the same time, I was the second magician in the caravan. It is worth maintaining friendly relations with me.

Relations with Izaval did not advance further than coworkers and comrades. He gave various interesting lectures for me, but he didn't go too deep. And I understand that. Nobody paid him to teach me serious magic. But even this help was like fresh, cold water in the desert for me. Izaval explained some incomprehensible questions and gave examples. In some areas, he himself was not well trained and, therefore, simply kept silent.

Argar was a completely different person. He was friendly to me and didn't skimp on information. He talked about everything I could ask him. About everything that did not involve magic. He knew nothing about it since he was not a magician. Argar only knew where to buy what and at a low price. But he's a merchant, and he's supposed to know about it.

I knew from Argar's words that Dalaran was a magocratic city ruled by magicians. They not only control it but also protect it. Besides, many merchants and rich people dream of getting the opportunity to live in this city. There is a division. Citizens of the city, magicians, and others. To become a citizen, you need to be either a Kirin Tor mage or go through a particular procedure. This procedure is straightforward. You have to live a full four years in the city without leaving its borders. After that, the person can become a citizen with all the bonuses and all the responsibility.

For me, this city should be the starting point in the in-depth study of magic. It is so not only for me but also for many other magicians who want to study the magic arts. The history of this city is rather calm compared to the other world. It emerged as a secession from the Empire of Arathor, the first human state. The history of this world is very interesting to study, but to study it all, you will need to spend a lot of time.

Around the wall of Dalaran, there were several neighborhoods with ordinary people who did not become citizens of the city, but also do not cause any harm. Among them were both the poor and the rich. It was immediately possible to notice that there are many intelligent people here, and not all of them are humans. Among them were gnomes, some other races, and even elves. We did not meet the latter outside the city, since they are all citizens of Dalaran and live inside.

The city itself is also divided into several parts. The city center is the most spacious. This is where the most powerful mages of the Kirin Tor can be found. In addition, the Wizards' Chamber of Commerce is located there. According to Izaval, you can buy almost any magic item there, as well as enroll in the Academy. It was very important for me because I need to get at least some education. Yes, I can get it even while studying myself, but on the other hand ... Learning from a teacher will be much faster and more effective. Also in the center is the Violet Citadel, which towers over the city. Here is the Violet Fortress, one of the masterpieces of the local fortification made with magic, according to Izaval.

At the entrance, we were quickly checked by several magicians, and then calmly allowed inside. Inside, the city was much more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Tall spires of buildings, a tremendous amount of magic, and many magicians. There was a slight magical pressure from everyone.

Our caravan arrived at a large tavern, near which there were several more such caravans. This seems to be the meeting place for all Dalaran merchants. Looks interesting, I can tell you. People and others are fascinating here, and I could look at them for a long time.

"So, Alistair," Nihilim turned to me. "I was glad that you were with us on this journey. Here's your payment."

"Thank you," I told him. "What will you do next?"

"We'll be here for a while, trade, and then go to Stormwind," Nikhilim said calmly. "What, do you want to join us?"

"No, no," I answered him, raising my hands. "I was just interested."

"I understand," Nikhilim nodded. "See you then."

Saying goodbye to others who were in the caravan was not difficult. Yes, we worked together, but there were no critical situations that brought us closer together. So we just remained comrades. Argar also said goodbye to me and even added a dozen bronze coins. It was his gratitude for spending quite a lot of time with him.

"Alistair," Izaval told me. "You have the remains of the Fire Bull. My advice to you. Sell ​​them on the marketplace, and then go to magic school. This money you will help to live and will be enough for six months of training with Varan's magicians."

"The wizards of Varana?" I asked him. "What do they teach?"

"These are powerful wizards who once aided the Order of Tirisfal," Izaval said. "It will definitely do you good."

"Okay," I nodded to him. "Thank you."

"Let's count," Izaval nodded and went about his business. "In general, the sale of the remains of the Bull should bring you at least two gold coins."

"Got it," I nodded to him. If he had not said this, I would definitely have gotten some money problems, since I would definitely have sold out everything cheaper.

Father also received his money, and we left the tavern's territory, where merchants stayed. These few weeks of travel have been very interesting and eventful. My father and I did not have much time for communication. So now, we were able to discuss what we will do next and how we will proceed.

"Ali," my father said as we moved forward. "I don't know if I can become a resident of this city."

"Don't worry about it," I told him. "Izaval said that magicians and their relatives are in the first place. When everything is ready, we will receive citizenship and start building our life in this city."

"You will go to study, " my father answered, "And I will find myself some other job. We'll see."

After straightening my bag, I continued on my way. The surrounding area was very beautiful. Magic made everything memorable and even somehow ... wonderful. It's hard to describe. A huge number of artifacts, large buildings overflowing with magic. Every second person we met was a magician. Dwarves, humans, and even elves were on our way.

"Ali," my father said, stopping. "Look there."

He stood with his mouth open and looked at a stunning woman. She had wheat-colored hair, a pleasant look, and incredible magical power.

"This is an elf," his father said, still in a stupor. "A living elf, I've never seen one before."

I just exhaled. Of course, I am also interested in looking at the elf, as she is really beautiful, but to be so absorbed in this beauty. No ... I learned to control it in my own world. With all the rules and examples, when a man found himself in big problems because of a wrong or sidelong glance towards a woman ... Here, even the stupidest will learn to control himself. And those who did not learn very quickly ended up in prison.

"You'll see enough if them," I said to him, and then pulled away with me. Let's not get into any problems.

While we were walking to the very center of the city, we met a few more elves who did not pay even a drop of attention to us. And why should they? My father and I are still no one and call us nothing. I am not a powerful wizard, much less my father. It was difficult not to pay attention to them. But I could well control myself.

The center of Dalaran is large. There were long alleys decorated with beautiful trees. The cobbled tiles sparkled with cleanliness. Sometimes there were large statues of ancient and not so heroes. They were interestingly done. In heroic poses with large weapons. Their eyes seemed to look right through you and threatened to destroy you if you only tried to attack their people.

There were many powerful elders around, as well as even stronger youths. There were also weaker wizards among them, but even so, I could not compare with the strong. Of course, I saw other magicians who were quite weak, even compared to me, but I will not look and equate myself to them.

The Chamber of Commerce was immediately noticeable. The magical sign shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow and attracted attention. Exhaling, I went there. Several wizards examined me carefully and, not noticing anything dangerous, let me inside. The inside of the Chamber building was also beautiful. Massive columns, windows with figures of magicians.

"Mister, are you interested in something?" The young magician asked me. He looked simple. I looked at him closely but did not notice anything interesting—a simple man with magical powers.

"Yes," I answered him. At that time, my father stood quietly behind my back and just observed everything. "I would like to sell some ingredients."

"You should go to the third window," said the magician and pointed to me in the corner of the chamber of commerce, where several soldiers in full armor were standing. They were now counting the money they had received from the old and stooped magician.

"Thank you," I nodded to him and went there. Father followed me like a shadow.

I could not so immediately turn to this magician, since he communicated with the soldiers and calmly told something. The warriors only listened and nodded their heads in the most expressive moments. The magician was human, as were the warriors. When they finished their conversation, I approached.

"Sorry," I turned to the magician. He jumped a little and turned sharply with a burning spell in his hand. "Hmm."

"Hmm," he also chuckled, and with a wave of his hand dispelled the spell. "Young man, do not approach from the back. I could warm you up so that after you would not collect the bones."

"Sorry," I told him. "It happened by accident."

"By chance, by accident," the old man grumbled. "What did you want?"

"I'd like to sell the ingredients," I told him and took off my bag.

"Come on," the magician nodded and waved his hand at me, urging me to follow him. We went into a small room that had a large table and several shelves with strange artifacts. After examining it witLayoutest, I went over to the table. "Lay out your ingredients."

With a nod, I quickly laid out what I had left of the Fire Bull. They immediately scattered to different corners of the table and rose into the air, supported by magic. The magician instantly started looking at the artifacts and nodding his head to something.

"Not bad," he said, and then asked. "How much do you want for, these materials? They are simple and I don't think you will get a good price."

"Of course," I said with a grin. I remember how much I have to receive. It seems to me that this is the minimum from which I should start. And the price that suits me is not too high. "I want twenty-five gold for these materials."

The mage straightened up almost imperceptibly. He looked at me, and then chewed his white beard somewhat. He was carefully reading something on his artifact tablet and frowning harder. It seems to be something like a tablet on which data is displayed. I wish I could get one. But I still young and at the beginning of my way. I will have such an artifact.

"Twenty gold coins," said the magician. "And not a bronze coin more."

"Okay," I said to him in a half-exhale. "So be it. And this is just out of respect for you."

Internally, I can only rejoice at this, since I received a larger amount than I had ever hoped for. I wonder if the magician really doesn't know the price of these organs?

"Don't think I'm stupid," said the magician sternly. "If the situation were different now, I would not have given more than 1.5 gold coins."

The magician handed me a bag of money. This pouch was an artifact and must have had an extended space.

"Then why?" I asked him only after I had hidden the money. It was not enough for him to take them away from me somehow.

"The wizard who will definitely want to get the carcass of the Fire Bull recently insulted me greatly," the old man said. "And I can't just leave it without a proper answer."

"I see," I nodded to him, remembering that you should not offend such magicians as this magician-evaluator. I wouldn't want to get problems because of my big mouth. "And you will not have any problems because of this?"

"No," the mage replied with a grin. "Let him just try to cause me problems. I'll show them who Slaanesh Bigmouth is."

"Are you Slaanesh?" I asked him.

"Yes."

"And I'm Alistair," he said. "And ..."

"Not interesting," said the magician. "I don't take students; I won't help either. If you have more interesting ingredients, then come. But do not hope for such luck in the future."

"Got it," I said to him with a breath. "Then, can you give me some advice?"

"Ask," the wizard nodded and turned away, casting some spells. They were completely unknown to me, and I did not even try to understand them.

"What should a new magician do in town?" I asked him. "I haven't rented any room yet. As soon as I arrived in the city, I immediately went here."

"Good question," said the mage. "I would advise you to go straight to the Violet Citadel and obtain citizenship. Only after that, you can rent yourself a place of residence. That's all I can tell you. The next tip will cost you one gold."

"Why is it so expensive?" I asked in surprise.

"One gold coin," the magician nodded, looking at me with a grin.

I could only shake my head. I turned around and left this room. My father, who was waiting outside, looked at me with interest. I nodded happily to him. He just showed me his thumb.

After leaving the Chamber of Commerce, I only breathed a sigh of relief. How good it is that I managed to get to talk to an offended magician, who is ready to give a huge amount of other people's money for something that should cost ten times cheaper. I became a rich man in the blink of an eye ... Twenty gold coins are not just money ... This is gigantic money. And in order not to lose anything, you need to put them in the bank. I remember well from the game that there should be several banks in Dalaran. But first, I will take Slaanesh's advice and buy citizenship.

The Violet Citadel rises above all other buildings and serves as a reminder of the magicians' power. Purple streams of magic erupted from the tower, feeding the barrier that covered all of Dalaran. The magicians went in and out. Sometimes one could notice rare griffons that flew to the top. Guards from among ordinary people guarded the territory, carefully studying each who came.

"Why are we going there?" asked my father.

"There's one thing to do," I told him, then added. "Citizenship."

"Hmm," my father nodded. "Are you sure you'll be able to get it?"

"Let's try and find out," I replied calmly. "Guards will not kill us because of the question."

Of course, anything can happen, but I do not think that danger to my life can reign in the Violet Citadel, because I am not yet anyone's enemy. Perhaps that magician whose money was spent by the magician from the Chamber of Commerce, named Slaanesh, can count me as an enemy.

It was not difficult to enter the citadel. It was only necessary to pass by a small post of guards and magicians. They didn't even budge at our appearance. However, I clearly felt the interest that was hidden behind the metal and artifacts.

The Citadel building inspired respect. Everywhere you look, expensive jewelry, magic, and other things are everywhere. Few people walked along the corridor and talked about something among themselves. Large steps led somewhere upward and were covered by a barely noticeable magical barrier.

"Sorry," I said to one of the magicians, who is probably a clerk here.

"I'm listening carefully," the magician said calmly and without any hint of contempt. "What interests you?"

"I would like to talk to someone about obtaining citizenship," I said and looked around the area with a glance. For some reason, it seemed to me that someone looked at me with not very good intentions. It seemed as if someone had thrown a handful of ice behind the collar.

"Then you need to go to office 1A12, on the first floor," said the magician, pointing in the direction with his hand. "There you will meet a man named Sentinel. He is who you need."

"Got it, thanks," I said. The magician nodded his head and went about his business. Looking at him in the back, I also turned around and headed in the direction he was pointing to me. My father followed me and examined the corridor with interest.

There really was something to see here. Big pictures with old wizards who look at you with smart and kind eyes. Sometimes, there were rare paintings with elves in full armor, against the background of the moon or the sun. I wonder what does the presence of the moon and sun in the background can mean. There must be some sense in it.

Office 1A12 was located at the very end of the corridor. I went to the door and knocked on it. The eagle's face, which was the decoration, swirled, and two eyes lit up with a mysterious yellow light. After that, the door slowly opened, as if inviting to go inside.

"I'll be outside," said my father and took a step to the side. All I had to do was agree.

Inside, the office was completely ordinary. A large, wooden table with an equally large armchair. The bookshelves full of knowledge looked very attractive. I just wanted to put my hands on them to study them thoroughly.

"Good afternoon, young man," said the wizard. "What is your interest here?"

"Citizenship," I told him. "I would like to obtain Dalaran citizenship."

"Is that all?" he asked me. "If so, it will cost you ten gold coins, or five years in the Dalaran military."

Service in the military is probably service in the infantry forces. I don't want to serve in the army, but I also don't want to give ten gold pieces. This is a lot of money that I received, so to speak, for free. No, if I spend them, then nothing terrible will happen.

"How is the service going?" I asked. Still, you need to know about the possible paths of life.

"Two weeks of training with weapons, and then sending on the first missions," the mage said lazily. "If you have some magic skills, then you can jump over the rank of private."

"Not bad," I nodded and rubbed my chin. For many, this will be an excellent way to obtain citizenship in the city of magicians. For me, this may not be suitable now, since I have money. In addition, the probability of dying in the army is quite high, especially in this world. "What bonuses does citizenship give me?:

This is the second thing that should interest me. Not only me, but also other people who want to obtain citizenship in another state. After all, there are opportunities and certain responsibilities to the city and other people.

"Ability to live freely in Dalaran, medical assistance from qualified medical professionals, protection, and the opportunity to study at a lower price."

"Will the magical training be cheaper?" I asked with interest. This is really important for me because the cheaper the education is for me, the longer I can study and train under experienced teachers and mentors' supervision. Even training from an experienced mentor is always better than self-training.

"Of course," said the magician. "You are not the first one who is interested in this. For my six hundred years, I've seen a bunch of people buy citizenship for themselves."

"Six hundred?" I asked him. This is quite the age for a person. I never thought that sorcerers could really live that long. For me, it seemed somehow distant and very incomprehensible. But, as it turns out, they can really live that long. I wonder what needs to be done to live that much.

"Of course," said the magician. "I am still a young magician. I once drank two hundred years ago with a magician who had already passed two thousand. He had seen the creation of Dalaran himself. He was a pleasant person. But ... was."

"What happened to him?" I asked him.

"He died because a pot of flowers was thrown over his head," the magician replied. "It was very unexpected for all of us. He was a worthy man."

"I'm Alistair Bumblebee," he decided to introduce himself first. The mage just looked at me and then responded with a very firm handshake.

"Sentinel Malari," the magician replied. "So what do you think?"

"There is one more question," can I somehow lead my father to become a citizen of Dalaran?

"Ten gold coins or service in the army" said the magician. "There are no other ways."

"I see," I nodded to him. "I want to consult with my father."

"Go ahead," Santimel nodded and returned to some book he was reading.

Going out into the corridor, I saw my father looking at the paintings with enthusiasm. At the end of the corridor, there was a single guard who idly watched my father. And he seemed not to notice even the observer.

"Father," I called to him. "I would like to consult with you."

"What about?" he asked, turning to me. "Have you seen these interesting pictures here?"

"No," I shook my head.

"So what did you want to talk about?"

"Get some advice," I told him. "I was offered to buy citizenship. It costs a lot of money."

"So-o," my father exhaled, listening attentively.

"I have enough money to buy citizenship for you, too," I nodded. And all because of the affection that I had for him. Still, he always supported me when we were still in the village. "But then I won't have enough money for training."

"No," my father nodded. "Then I don't need this citizenship. Better you go to study as a magician and then buy me citizenship. You have to study, and I will survive somehow."

"Okay," I nodded gratefully to him. I really feel grateful to him about this. So when I have enough money, I must immediately repay him somehow. Buying citizenship will be the best solution.

Returning back to the office, I found a magician playing with a small fiery drop that jumped from hand to hand, and then turned into geometric figures. It looked interesting and also bewitching. But this did not last long. When he noticed me, the drop disappeared into space.

"Well? What is your decision?" He asked me.

"I want to buy citizenship only for myself," I said. After that, I pulled out the money and counted out ten coins.

"Excellent," the magician nodded, and then pulled out a thick book with burning letters. Opening it, he turned the book towards me. "You must put your hand to this page. After that, a magical tattoo will appear on your hand, which can be invisible at your request."

I nodded to him and put my hand to this page. She lit up with a golden light, and I felt a slight prick. The writing was engulfed by this golden glow, and then it abruptly disappeared. Removing my hand from there, I saw a small square with inscribed symbols in it.

"Excellent," the mage nodded. "Now, fill out a short questionnaire."

He handed me a piece of paper with several questions to be answered. Do you know what surprises me? How quickly I got citizenship. There were no checks, there were no tests, or anything else. I just came and paid. After that, you are a citizen.

The questions in the questionnaire were simple. They asked about my age, my name, my goals in life. Nothing more. Nobody asked where I came from, nobody was interested in what I did in the past. In the end, there was a question: Do I want to harm Dalaran with my actions? I said no. Why would I wish something like this for a city where I will spend at least a year of my life. It would be silly.

The magician quickly ran his eyes over my answers and twisted them into a tube. After that, the paper crumbled into white particles that were absorbed into the book. Indeed they came just to the page where I left an imprint of my palm.

"I have a question," I asked unexpectedly. "Are there any checks here?"

"Of course," the magician said with a grin. "You have been tested in all respects. So now we know almost everything about your past, as well as "travel"."

The word travel was spoken with some pressure. Hmm, I mean traveling from the village here, or some other. Can they really understand and notice it.

"But don't worry about it," said the magician. "The city's highest authorities have already decided that you will be useful to humanity and magicians in general. So you have nothing to worry about."

Still do not understand. But, something tells me that my rebirth is no longer a secret. There is only hope that this information will not go where it is not needed and will not come out sideways. If so, perhaps I should have avoided getting citizenship in Dalaran for at least some more time until I got stronger. But what's done is done. I have no knowledge of the magic of time, so I cannot reverse it.

The conversation, especially after that, did not go well, and I left the office, in which I had just lost a huge amount of money. But I also became a citizen of a large, magical city with many resources that I can turn to my advantage if I work hard.

"So how did it go?" asked my father. I just showed him my hand and, with an effort of will, lit the tattoo. My father nodded contentedly and then hugged me. I, too, felt a slight relief, as well as some kind of elevation. As if I had taken another big step forward.

It was already getting dark outside. The moon shone softly in the sky. The stars sometimes hid behind light clouds, but then reappeared and blinked like huge animals' eyes. There were many more people on the streets than when my father and I first arrived. Loud music sounded from the taverns, young magicians in the corners entertained onlookers with some interesting magical performances. In general, life was in full swing.

"We need to stay somewhere for the night," I said, feeling my stomach gurgle. "And have a snack."

"There's a tavern over there," my father pointed in a small alley direction. Looking there, I noticed the tavern he was pointing to. It didn't look big, but she also wasn't small. A simple building with a wide-open door.

At the entrance, we were met by a dwarf. He looked very impressive. A thick stick in his belt, a red beard, and small eyes. Taking a close look at us, he allowed us to pass. Looks like he's serving as a local bouncer. I noticed a thin chain mail under his white shirt. I wonder how well she protects him from surprises ...

"What do you want to order?" the bartender muttered when we approached the counter. He didn't look very pleased.

"We would like to rent a room with two beds," I said, then quickly added. "If you have them, of course."

"Well, I do," he said and tapped his fingers on his counter's countertop. "It will cost twenty bronze coins per night."

"Okay," I said, and quickly pulled out the money that had been paid to me to work in the caravan.

"Stop, stop," said my father. " We pay equally. You pay ten, and I pay ten."

"As you wish," I nodded. In fact, I was willing to pay for my father. But if he wants to do that, then so be it. I am not ready to dissuade him or stop him.

After paying quickly, I took a rather massive key and went on vacation with my father. We had a quick bite of food that we still had from the hike. We didn't want to order something at the local eatery. It would cost money, and the likelihood of getting into trouble would increase. The food may not be that good, but it is food. The next thing we did was take a bath. After a long journey, I really wanted to lie down in hot water, but we didn't have a tub for that. When I earn enough money and become a strong enough magician, I will definitely have a large house with a swimming pool. But it is only dreams. We still need to live up to this moment.

Before going to bed, I continued to study the ancestor's diary and tried again to understand some issues. But no matter how I twisted this question, the answer never crossed my mind. Probably, I will need to get access to specific literature. I wonder how the reception to the magicians of Varan will look like. What a strange name ...

I fell asleep in a peaceful sleep, which I had not slept for a long time.

***

What a beautiful and mystical world Draenor has always been. It didn't matter if it was because of the reign of the Evergreens on the surface, underground or in the air, or because of the huge animals that all the time were fighting for their place under this sky. This world has known great shocks, but even greater ones were only expected.

The local land saw the battles of huge giants, who reached the sky with their heads. They had a powerful force hidden in their bodies, which the titan himself bestowed on them. But there were also interesting, almost harmless animals here. The elemental spirits went about their business, not paying much attention to what was happening here.

Orcs have long begun to develop these lands, filling them with life. Then the draenei joined them. They were one of the factions that refused to join the powerful Burning Legion. They were proficient in magic and happily shared their knowledge with common orcs. But this did not mean that the orcs completely forgot about their own traditions.

Kil'Jaeden knew all this. He was a powerful demon who had already lived a rather long life and saw too much to remain a simple eredar mage. He had long been more than a simple demon. He knew how to wait. Therefore, for several years already watched as the representatives of his race, who fled from the Burning Legion, were trying to establish their life in this world. The world of Draenor. In his insidious plans was the destruction of these renegades, as well as ... the capture of the whole world.

It was not difficult to search for a reasonable one who would become the leader of his will in this world. I found one right away. Kil'Jaeden was confident in his ability to persuade anyone. With the study of habits and characteristics, he becomes an excellent negotiator. Together with his intellect, he received the title "Tempter". He loved it, and he didn't stop it from sounding through the demons of Burning Legion.

His target was Ner'zhul, a mighty orc, the oldest shaman, and simply the entire race leader. This already spoke of his abilities and personality.

Kil'Jaeden closed his eyes and felt the currents of magic slowly sweep him up and gently carry him through space right into the orc's tent. Orc was engaged in his routine, namely communication with ancestors.

"Who's here?" The orc asked with a rough voice. Ner'zhul was a muscular orc with a painted white face. The paint accentuated his skull, making the orc's overall appearance more intimidating. His magical attribute in the form of three skulls, from large to small, already appeared in his hand. Kil'Jaeden sensed that some rather powerful spirits were hidden within these skulls. He admitted it.

"Ner'zhul," Kil'Jaeden hissed, manifesting in front of him in magical energy currents. He felt the spirits around him, and also felt their fear. Some kind of elemental spell flew at him but did no harm. The eredar demon responded without much strain, and the spirit was dispersed over the surrounding reality in a thin layer. "I am Kil'Jaeden."

"Why are you here?" asked the shaman coldly while still not making any movements. Only the spirits gathered around him, like hungry piranhas, ready to rush forward and tear their enemy apart.

"I am here to give you power," the demon said. Then in an instant, Kil'Jaeden created a powerful spell that dispersed the spirits that the shaman had already summoned as if they had never been here.

This immediately affected Ner'zhul, but he did not give up. Even his face did not flinch. And if Kil'Jaeden did not have his experience, then he would not be able to understand anything. But he got it.

"Your spirits won't help you," the demon said in a calm tone. "There are many creatures in the universe for whom your spirits will only be an easy obstacle, which is not even worth paying attention to. Your race has frozen in development ... And do you know who the reason is?"

"Are you hinting at the draenei?" The shaman asked calmly, still trying to summon his spirits. Kil'Jaeden felt this well and easily frightened anyone who wanted to come to the shaman's aid.

"We shouldn't fight," the demon said in a calm tone. "You will not be a worthy opponent, as you will not even be able to resist."

The orc gritted his fanged teeth. His eyes were already filled with anger. He swung his skulls and brought them down on Kil'Jaeden's head. But he easily dodged, not even using magic.

"Is that all?" The demon said with a slightly mocking tone. "You orcs are weak. And while you look into the past, the draenei will completely change your world, and you will become guests there. How do you like that? True owners became guests of their homes because they could not oppose anything to the invaders. Your totems are just a collection of garbage that the draenei can destroy without much difficulty."

"How do you know that?" Ner'zhul asked with cold interest. He had already calmed down and was now changing his position.

"The draenei have destroyed my relatives," Kil'Jaeden growled. Although it was a lie, but only half. As the draenei fled their planet, they killed hundreds of eredar who had joined the Burning Legion. "But I was weak and could not oppose anything."

"I don't believe you," the orc said, already calming down.

"That's right," the demon said. "Don't believe me. But you send your best scouts to one interesting place, and you will see that I was right."

The demon, not particularly bothering, transmitted information about the place where something interesting should be happening.

"We'll talk about it later," said the shaman. The demon just disappeared. But, now, another phase of his plan was coming into play.

When Ner'zhul sent his finest trackers to the designated location, the demon of the Burning Legion followed. Along with these trackers were the shamans' closest associates, who had to confirm the reality of the situation. But Kil'Jaeden was confident in his plan and that it would work as it should.

A few days later, the orcs got to the right place in his theater and saw a terrifying picture of the carnage. And they also felt the danger around and the spilled death with might and main. The corpses of not only soldiers but also women and children were sacrificed to something.

One of the orcs went ahead, trying to investigate the tracks, and then unbeknownst to himself came across the camp tracks. He summoned his spirits to survey this place and then turned to his ancestors' spirits to tell him what happened here. The news was horrible.

When the orcs returned to Ner'zhul, they plunged him into a rage. He was outraged as he slowly began to form a very unpleasant picture in his head. The picture the Burning Legion demon wanted to see. The draenei are the enemies of the Orcs.

"The best theatrical performance is the one that happened in reality," the demon whispered to himself quietly as the eredar, in draenei disguise, slaughtered another small clan and accidentally left the child alive. Kil'Jaeden made sure he got to Ner'zhul and spoke of the horrors of the evil draenei. During this time, one of the demon's henchmen in the form of an orc spread embellished rumors about the actions of the draenei. Shamans turned to their ancestors to check this ... They only confirmed.

"I told you so," the demon said as he faced Ner'zhul again. "But you did not believe me, and now, how many lives are on your hands. How many children have died?"

"Be quiet," said the shaman. He himself did not think that this "peace-loving" race could do this. He found even more confirmation of the demon's words. Those were carefully and neatly arranged by Kil'Jaeden.

"Give up your weapons of peace and accept real power," the demon said. "Accept this and seek proof of the draenei danger. And I will help you solve their crimes."

"Real strength?" The orc asked, then grinned. "What is strength? Show me her."

Kil'Jaeden also grinned, showing all his teeth, then slowly pulled the goblet, boiling green liquid, from his clothes' folds. It was thick and with a somewhat unpleasantly sweet odor. Holding it out to the orc, he stepped back.

"Drink it," said the demon. "And you will get it."

Ner'zhul sniffed and then drank the liquid in one gulp. She immediately filled his body with inexpressible power. A power that was more than the spirits gave him. The orc felt it well.

The demon only rejoiced at his victory. After all, the orcs turned out to be very simple and believed too much in their ancestors' spirits. Fool the spirits, and you will fool the orc. If manipulated correctly, then everything will be even better.

Only then will Ner'zhul realize that he and the orcs are simply being used as puppets, but it will be too late. The war with the draenei will already be in full swing. Then the demon drew attention to another orc, who has much more ambitions, and also ... he is stupider than his teacher. And that shaman will be Gul'dan.