Shadow Trails in Azeroth

As he grew older and more knowledgeable, Black once felt that he was used to big scenes. Especially after fighting Queen Azshara, the stinky pirate felt that there were very few things in the world that could shock him.

But it turns out that every time Black felt he had touched the bottom line of the world, the world would grab him by the chin and give him a slap in the face to wake him up.

Just like now.

The stinking pirate had a dull face as he watched amidst the howls of disintegrating demons, the violent Goron war beast controlled by the leader of the Moknasa clan violently broke the wings of the abyss lord with an extremely ferocious gesture, and then used After wrapping his fists around the force of the earth and smashing it into pulp, he felt like his butt had been pulled again today.

It was indeed an eye-opener.

The black dragon that appeared as a mount even just symbolically sprayed a few mouthfuls of dragon breath on the ground. After burning a group of demons with nowhere to escape, it lazily carried its owner to the battlefield and began to pick and choose. Picking up his own "trophies", he selected a few fat pieces of devil's barbecue and devoured them.

The current situation shocked Xal'atas.

She swished back to Black Will and asked in a fuss:

"What happened? What's going on? Didn't it say that the Moknassar can only control wild beasts? How come even the black dragon and Gronn have been tamed?

Can you mortal hunters really do this without the blessing of the void? How did the old man ensure that his soul would not be contaminated by the power of the void when he tamed the black dragon?

To be honest, I was a little scared.

This is much more awesome than taming a druid or something. Besides, how could they be forced to this point by demons when they have such terrifying beasts?

This situation isn't quite right. "

"You have so many questions, how should I answer you?"

Blake scolded with a long face:

"Please let me be quiet first, my mind is a little confused right now.

I was thinking that after killing Leolocs, would he drop something like a 'Dragon Taming Compendium' or a 'Gron Taming Manual' for me?

Is this an orange item exclusive to hunters? "

"Stop dreaming, little master. The dragons are special beings transformed from the Ancestral Dragon by the power of the Titans. When they were shaped into their current posture, they were destined to be impossible to tame.

That means you have to fight against the Titan power in the blood of the dragons. Maybe you can give it a try when you become a demigod and have your own divine power, but now you simply can't do it. "

Xalatas also spoke in a longer voice:

"So, I really don't know what happened to that black dragon, but that Gronn was obviously not tamed through normal means, and its mind was controlled by some kind of force.

The source of that power is in the old orc, and it should be some kind of artifact that can control Gronn. "

"I know that, the Heart of Magrond, a treasure buried deep under the earth of Gorgrond, the petrified heart left by the ancestors of the Gorrons.

It has the ability to guide and control any Goron at the spiritual level. "

Blake said casually:

"One of my additional goals when I came to Gorgrond this time was to find this thing. I didn't expect that the Moknasa clan would beat me to it. However, considering that all the Gronns in Gorgrond were almost killed by demons, so This thing is of little use."

The stinky pirate squinted his eyes and watched Leorox, who was holding a battle ax, encouraging his tribe to walk towards Rexxar after the demons were driven away. He said:

"Have you noticed? The weird vitality of that angry old orc is a little too strong to be normal. Well, I have probably guessed the truth about the Moknasa clan now.

It seems that His Royal Highness Prince Rexxar's luck has arrived. "

Blake gave a weird smile.

He shouldered the lead of the wolf, walked over there carelessly, and said to Xal'atath:

"Let the mantid and the swarm prepare, I want to test our Lord Beastmaster."

On the other side, Rexxa was squatting on the spot, taking out the secret herbs from his hands to treat the unconscious and seriously injured tribesmen.

He acted very silently and didn't care about the comments of people around him.

And the big bear Misha was lying next to her master. The giant bear who had been fighting wildly all the way was now covered in the devil's blood and minced meat on her armor, making her look like she had taken a bath in the devil's hell. Same.

Misha has a good personality, and she doesn't care about the annoying and stupid orcs around her, even though they exude an aura very similar to Rexxar.

However, the tempers of Porcupine King Hofer and Eagle Spire were not so good. These two ferocious beasts guarded Rexxa, howling and not allowing others to approach.

Anyone who dares to come will be gored by a wild boar or blinded by an eagle.

They are sensitive beasts.

They sensed the hostility of the bastards around them towards their masters, and the beast's mind didn't understand why they were treated like this even though they were clearly here to help.

Lexa didn't want to explain, let alone hurt anyone.

He even sent Ayamis, the most ruthless and ruthless war beast, back to the pirate ship. He used this attitude to show that he did not want to cause trouble.

But things took the initiative to find their way to the door.

"Who allowed you to enter our hunting grounds? The Outcast."

A familiar voice sounded behind Lexa with anger and indifference, causing the orc Batman's skillful bandaging movements to stop. When the orc spoke, the discussions among the Mok'Nassar people around him also fell silent.

It can be seen that he has a very high status in the hearts of the people and is definitely a very majestic leader.

"say!"

The voice is approaching.

But Rexxar's movements did not stop. He remained silent until he finished bandaging the injuries of the tribesman in front of him. When he stood up and looked back, a red whirlwind battle ax was raised as if to chop.

Misha, who had been napping just now, suddenly stood up with a roar and slapped her hand. Amidst the harsh sound of metal friction, the whirlwind battle ax was forcefully slapped away.

The heavy battle ax struck the stone, shattering the rock and flying in all directions. Small stones hit Rexxar, but it did not change the big orc's expression.

Rexxa reached out to comfort the roaring Misha and looked at the angry old orc in front of her.

Not seen for more than eight years, this man who once enjoyed hunting Gronn has many wrinkles on his forehead.

The tied up hair has turned gray, the waist is drooping lower, and the arms that were once able to kill the thunder elephant with an ax have become weak, and they can no longer even hold the weapon.

He tried hard to maintain dignity in front of his son, but his brown eyes were filled with fatigue and vicissitudes of life, which were the marks that endless years and a miserable life had put on this man.

he is old

Lexa clenched his fists. He had also imagined the scene where he and his father would meet again, but the scene in front of him could not be said to be exactly the same as what he had imagined. It could only be said that it was completely consistent.

What a sad story.

"Father."

Lexa whispered:

"I will leave. After I have helped my people, I will not stay on your land."

"Get out now!"

Leolocs pointed to the seaside and said in a deep voice:

"The night you left the land that raised you, your name was no longer remembered by the wind here. Every step you took on this land was a blasphemy against Mok'Nathal's tradition.

If you like the colorful world outside, then go for it.

Our barren hometown cannot satisfy your desire to be a hero, Lord Rexxar. The people here do not need your help, let alone your charity!

We are Mok'Natha, and we can solve our own problems. "

Lexa silently endured the humiliation from his father. He did not defend himself, let alone refute. But after Leorox finished speaking, he raised his head and asked:

"I heard that there is a traitor here? Who betrayed Mok'Natha?"

"This has nothing to do with you, a traitor!"

The old orc became even more angry when he heard this question, and he yelled:

"Get out! Don't let me see you again. The next time you show up in my hunting grounds, I won't show mercy."

"Hey, hey, are you Mok'Nassar people sick?"

Black's voice rang out on this heavy occasion. He squeezed out of the crowd with his head on his head, his Big Bear and Big Wolf following behind him, and the Flame Phoenix standing on his shoulders.

He just folded his arms carelessly and walked into the father-son game in front of him under the complicated looks of a group of Moknasa people. He said:

"I also have an asshole dad, and I understand this terrible feeling. This may be the reason why Lexa and I can become good friends. Essentially, we both suffer from the same problems and troubles.

My friend is stupid and doesn't know how to speak, so I spoke for him. "

Black stood next to Lexa and looked at the old orc in front of him, and the old orc also stared at him. The stinky pirate looked Leolocs up and down and said:

"I heard that you are older than Blackhand and Gul'dan. Are you 70 years old? Old sir, although orcs can live for more than a hundred years, it is not good for your health to be so excited.

Besides, my friends and I helped you win a big victory today, so there's no need to be so indifferent, right? "

"Help us?"

Leolocs gave a sarcastic laugh and said:

"We have been planning to attack this demon-casting camp for a long time. If you hadn't rushed in recklessly, we wouldn't have launched the attack in advance to save you.

If you hadn't disrupted the situation, with a few days of arrangements, we could have killed all the demons here without any harm!

Look beyond the canyon, where we lay traps for the demons. It was you who interrupted our hunting and caused us heavy damage. Do we still need to thank you?

Are all humans so arrogant and stupid? "

"I'm starting to understand why your father and son don't have a good relationship."

Blake whispered to Lexa, "Batman" was not in a good mood at the moment and did not respond much. He took Blake's wrist and seemed to be planning to leave.

But the pirate stood still, with an expression like "I want to reason with you."

He rolled his eyes and said to Leorox who was acting like a jerk:

"In this case, I would also say, for example, you Mok'Nassar people saw that we were attacking the demons so smoothly, so you wanted to come here to catch us.

What's the point of discussing this?

Anyone with eyes can see that just before your divine weapon came on stage, Rexxa and I saved at least twenty of you! There are only seventy people in your team.

With this kind of kindness, I think it wouldn’t be too much for any orc with some sense of shame to kneel to us on the spot, right?

So what do we need?

Just a thank you from you.

And you are so stingy that you don’t even want to say thank you?

So, this kind of white-eyed wolf behavior is what you call Moknasa’s tradition? Well, I feel now that Lexa made the right choice by leaving you guys when she was young.

Otherwise, if he stayed in this damn place until now, he would probably become a group of shameless old bastards like you. "

Blake's words made the Mok'Nassar people watching around them full of anger. One by one, they drew out weapons stained with demon blood, and the surrounding beast herds that had not dispersed gathered again.

This kind of provocation is really hard to tolerate, especially in a place with extremely conservative folk customs.

But the old orc stopped his tribesmen with his eyes. He stared at Black, and after a few seconds of silence, he said:

"Leave our land, outsider. For the sake of the tribesmen who were saved by you, you have my personal thanks."

"Um?"

Rexxa raised his head in shock at this moment, his eyes under the wolfskin helmet filled with shock.

What's this?

Where is the Leolocs who was unwilling to bow his head all his life?

He just said thank you to an outsider, right?

The old orc in front of him is definitely not his stubborn and stone-like father!

It's definitely a devil in disguise!

The old beast king's response made Black blink his eyes. In his heart, Xal'atath laughed loudly. Black's probing hadn't even started yet, and the old orc in front of him, who didn't know how to use detours, gave up.

He may think it's nothing.

But in the eyes of Blake and Xalatas, this small concession means everything.

"Are you orcs' thanks so perfunctory?"

Blake said dissatisfied:

"When we say thank you over there, we treat people to a meal or a glass of wine to express our gratitude. I don't want those either. You guys are having such a miserable life.

I only intend to take a look at your hiding place so that I can understand the situation of the demons here and make it easier for Lexa and I to continue hunting demons. Is this a request that is too much? "

"No, you are saying something outrageous! Human, be careful with your next words!"

Leolocs grabbed the battle ax in front of him. In his suppressed angry voice, the black dragon and Gronn behind him also looked this way.

But Blake blew out a smoke ring and snapped his fingers.

The next moment, the mantids who had been prepared roared from the sky.

The four killing heroes each led their men to block the attack from four directions, and a swarm of buzzing and hissing insects flew majestically over the scene under the leadership of the Flying Insect Lord.

Ayamis, who was worried about Rexxar, showed her fierce look under Xalatas's order. The tail spike on her tail had popped out, and she was staring at Leoclus's black dragon and Gronn.

She was pretty sure she could paralyze one of them with this deadly pterosaur spike.

The Void Watchers also stepped out of the shadows of the surrounding orcs, pressing the moon blades wrapped in the void against the necks of each of the orcs. As long as Black gave an order, these last Mok'Nassar would die on the spot.

They are good hunters.

But they encounter an even deadlier assassin.

Demon hunters did not join this "internal strife". They did not care about anything on this land except hunting demons.

"I'll make it clear, old Lord Beast King."

Blake stopped pretending, took his pipe in his mouth, and said to Leolocs, who was glaring at him:

"Rexxa and I may not be your opponents, especially when your two war beasts are so powerful, we may be caught up and killed by you in the subsequent hunt.

This is a high probability event.

but

Before you start hunting us down, I can guarantee that I will kill every last Mok'Nassar right here, and you will lose everything you protect.

Well, please forgive me for the very heartbreaking words I am about to say.

But if you are not calm enough, you, the chief, will no longer have any tribesmen to lead, and you will have to guard your black dragon and Goron to die here.

However, we can avoid this embarrassing situation, old Lord Beastmaster. "

Blake patted Lexa on the shoulder, spread his hands and said:

"I want to take your son to where the Moknasa clan is now! If you don't agree, then let's start a war now."