Rise of the blood elves

Angmar arrived just in time, as the Runetotem of Hamuir was about to leave the tent.

The huge palm opened the door curtain, and first a dark horn with a metal ring stretched out, followed closely by the huge bull head with a bitter expression, slightly leaning its head to the side, and "pushed" the other horn that was still in the tent. out.

Angmar felt very funny. Living in a human tent really wronged the tauren ambassador.

"Hello, blood elf, please wait for me." Hamuul said hello in a low voice, then he bent down as hard as he could and got out of the low tent. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a look on his face as if the world suddenly became clear. With a happy look on his face, he said, "I figured it out."

Standing upright, Hamuul looked like a big mountain lying in front of him, giving people a sense of oppression.

Hamuul was huge, three heads taller than Angmar and several times wider.Converted into pre-travel measurement units, he should be two and a half meters tall and probably weigh nearly half a ton.

He was wearing a simple cotton and linen short robe, and a leather vest that had no effect at keeping out the cold. The hair on his arms exposed outside the robe was shiny, and underneath were large, knotted and bulging muscles, which definitely contained a lot of potential. Quite a terrifying power.

"Mr. Ambassador." Angmar nodded and asked knowingly, "Are you leaving now?"

Hamuul was very calm, and while tightening the bag of his backpack, he said: "Ah, yes. I must go find those orcs. Their chief once helped my people get out of trouble. I can't just sit back and watch them."

The tauren, who live nomadicly in the central area of ​​Kalimdor, are frequently attacked because their living range overlaps with that of the centaurs.The latter came and went like the wind, and their numbers were overwhelming, making the tauren unbearable.

They were driven out by the centaurs from the prairie, which was not yet widely known as the "Desolate Land" at that time, and went to live in the barren land in the north. Although they were not rich, they lived a peaceful life that was better than peace and beauty.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Centaurs with extremely high fertility rates poured out of the desolate land in an endless stream. Like locusts passing through, they quickly invaded the tauren's paradise.This savage creature is cruel and war-loving by nature, and commits all kinds of crimes including burning, killing, and looting.

After a long period of harassment, the tauren finally decided to migrate as a family again, but they were desperately pursued by the centaurs who heard the news halfway, causing heavy casualties.

At this time, Thrall, who followed Medivh's advice and came to Kalimdor, was leading the orcs to find a new home. When he encountered this incident, he assisted the tauren in repelling the centaur invasion.

The tauren chief Cairn Bloodhoof lamented that young Thrall was wise and wise, and the orcs who worked hard to find the traditional way had the same attitude towards nature as the tauren, so they formed an alliance with the orcs and became the trolls who succeeded the Darkspear tribe. After that, the second race to join the new tribe

Angmar knew that Hamuir would do his best to help the Frostwolf clan.Even if he is alone in the unfamiliar Eastern Continent far away, with no one to help him except a helping hand; even if the Frostwolf Orcs have never heard of the alliance between their tribe and his race, and they don’t even know who he is. I don’t know, but he still wants to go.

To be able to become Kane's trusted right-hand man and become the tauren Archdruid who became famous throughout Azeroth in later generations, there is no doubt about Hamuul's lofty moral standards.

He would definitely go to the Frostwolf clan, Angmar guessed correctly.

He said, "Mr. Ambassador, I wish I could go with you."

"You also want to find the orcs." There was a hint of doubt in the tauren's eyes. He frowned and looked at Angmar, as if he didn't quite understand his motives.

It was not difficult for Angmar to guess Hamuul's inner doubts. During his stay in the Eastern Continent, he must have learned a lot about the history of wars and blood and tears that were closely related to the orcs, and he also knew to some extent the attitudes of various tribes towards the orcs.

"Mr. Ambassador, like most of the tribe, I have also been indirectly harmed by orcs. My adoptive father's fifth apprentice died at the hands of orcs just 14 years ago. I hate them too, but I understand that the enemy is now , hatred will only blind our eyes, not to mention that it was not the Frostwolf clan who committed the crime. Apart from the battle to liberate the shelters of their compatriots, they have never participated in any aggressive war against the Eastern Continent. Before people realized this problem, Someone has to do something."

Angmar's words were true and his tone was very sincere.

Hamuul looked at him quietly for a while, his deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the soul.After a moment, he nodded and said, "You don't seem to be lying. I'm glad to hear someone say that."

The tauren paused and sent a kind reminder: "However, your prince, will you be dissatisfied with your self-assertion?"

He directly ignored the possibility that Angmar had taught Kael'thas. Angmar couldn't help but sigh that underneath the tauren's brutal appearance, there was a wise heart.After just staying in the Eastern Continent for a short time, I was able to judge the possible attitude of the blood elves towards the frost wolf orcs through various phenomena.

Angmar did not hide it, and said frankly: "The prince is indeed dissatisfied. But this is what I must do."

Hamuul pondered for a while, his doubtful expression disappeared, and asked: "I have heard of you. You are very young, but you have wisdom and foresight far beyond your years. I really need a guide who knows the way, so are you willing? Will you go with me?"

The tauren showed full respect by inviting Angmar in turn.

"my pleasure."

There was no need to test each other. The two of them decided on the Frostwolf trip and immediately set off to the foothills of Alterac, dozens of kilometers away in the east.

This straightforward and straightforward character made Ange, who was accustomed to the intrigues of politicians, somewhat uncomfortable.He didn't suggest using the portal to get there. Before trust was established, it was not a wise move to rashly invite others into a portal with an unknown destination.

The tauren seem to have no problem with anything, and are extremely talkative.

He was very curious about how Angmar had the "alien" idea of ​​contacting orcs, and asked many questions about his feelings about orcs.

When Angmar answered, he listened patiently, occasionally asking a few profound questions at a slow speaking speed to explore the essence behind things, and also asked about some detailed histories of the first and second wars.

Angmar left briefly when he was halfway through, and reached the Dalaran mage camp to ask for the teleportation coordinates of the Kalimdor continent.These coordinates were completely public, and the mages gave them to him without much thought.

He thought this thing might be useful in the future.

On the way back, he saw a group of patrol riders passing by. He suddenly thought that it would be unrealistic for the two of them to walk dozens of kilometers like this, so he turned back and asked for two horses.It is specifically stated that one of the horses does not need to be a war horse, but must be a heavy draft horse carrying heavy vehicles.

Ordinary war horses that can wear heavy vests and carry heavy cavalry weighing hundreds of kilograms with men and armor for short sprints are far inferior to heavy horses that are good at pack transportation in terms of endurance and load-carrying capacity.

You must know that the heavy cavalry only wears helmets and armor before the battle. In their spare time, the heavy equipment is carried by the accompanying mules and horses.I want a war horse that can comprehensively test all aspects of the school's abilities to carry a tauren that can bear the weight of four or five fully equipped heavy cavalry.

Even my small waist has to be stretched for you.

The mage had no idea what Angmar wanted to do, but out of close alliance, he still fulfilled his request.He went in and out of the portal very efficiently. After a while, a big horse with a height as high as Angmar's chin was found from the baggage camp and handed over to him together with a well-bred stagecoach.

When he returned to Hamuul who was waiting patiently outside the camp gate, he saw him returning with his horse. The tauren quickly understood his intention and immediately burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, thank you for your kindness, but I still don't want to embarrass these little guys. No horse in this world can carry a tauren."

Hamuul patiently explained to Angmar that the good horses he was familiar with had a carrying capacity of at most one-tenth to one-fifth of their own weight.And his weight is several times the horse's load limit. If he insists on sitting on it, it will only make a clicking sound.

Then there is no more.

"Uh"

The sight of the tauren sitting down and breaking the centaur's waist appeared in Angmar's mind, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"Let's get on the road quickly, don't underestimate the tauren's endurance."

After saying that, the tauren laughed, walked away, and ran towards the windy and snowy night.Angmar had no choice but to put back his heavy horse and ride on the remaining galloping horse to catch up.

For several hours, the tauren kept moving forward at a medium speed, his chest rising and falling like a bellows, and the white breath he exhaled was clearly visible.The key is that I can still run and chat like normal people, and my thinking is very clear.

Angmar had always believed that almost all traditions were passed down orally to the next generation of tauren. A lot of valuable knowledge must have been lost in the long history, and it was destined not to have a very deep historical background.

The truth surprised him.

Perhaps because he saw that Angmar had no racial discrimination against him and knew many historical stories about Kalimdor in various periods, Hamuul became more and more interested in talking.

From the Mashanshe Prairie (the Desolate Land), which was regarded as a holy place by the Tauren in 1000 and considered to be the abode of Mother Earth, we talked about the friendly coexistence with the night elves and the demigod Cenarius for thousands of years, and even... Ancient legends before the world fell apart

Hamuul knew everything and talked about everything.

Angmar was puzzled as to how this knowledge was passed down among the tauren with backward civilization. Moreover, Hamuul was by no means an ordinary tauren. His knowledge was so wide that he even claimed to know Azer very well. Angmar of Rath is ashamed of himself.

Then he suddenly realized that the tauren did not speak Common Language

But from the beginning of the conversation to now, Hamuul spoke in standard common language without any hint of a foreign accent, which made people unconsciously ignore his identity as a visitor from a foreign land.

The more Angmar thought about it, the more surprised he became. Hamuul had only been in the Eastern Continent for a month or two, so he had mastered a new language so quickly.

With this learning ability, it’s no wonder that once he entered the path of druidry, in just a dozen years, he was comparable to Fandral Staghelm who had been immersed in this path for nearly 9000 years, even if the tauren had always had something to do with Cenarius. Contact, this learning ability is absolutely unique.

too frightening.

It wasn't until the sky turned white and foam formed at the corner of the horse's mouth that Hamuul Rune Totem stopped panting.

Looking at the snow line at the foothills right in front of him, Angmar was stunned.

Thirty to forty kilometers of rugged snowy terrain, without even a moment to rest, Hamuul finished the run in one breath.

This is still human

The tauren in the wind and snow were steaming all over, as if they had just come out of a steamer.He asked out of breath: "Where should we go next, young blood elf?"

"Don't you need to take a break? You've already run more than 30 kilometers."

Although Hamuul seemed to be at the peak of his life, Angmar was still worried that he would fall to the ground in the next second.

As a result, the tauren waved his hand and said proudly: "Who am I? Those Farstrider tauren who are from the Farstrider clan and are responsible for delivering important letters between various clans can run all day without getting tired. Time is urgent, let’s go quickly.”

Angmar was a little frightened and pointed in a direction east, "It should be over there."

"let's go"

Hamuul said hello and ran wildly again, leaving a large series of hoof prints on the snow behind him.