Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blake came to Highmountain to return the Eagle's Claw, but he didn't expect that the thing would turn around and return to his hands.

He knew that what Black Horn said about the war spear was true, and that this weapon could only have the most powerful effect in his hands, but he also knew that the two tauren persuaded him to accept the Eagle Claw. Not just for glory and legacy.

They have very practical reasons.

If Narmus Highmountain were still alive, he would be the perfect choice to defend Talon.

But Narmus had already gone to the Shadow Realm, and the Holy Artifact would not be able to find a suitable user for a while after it returned to the High Mountain Clan.

Because after the Eagle Claw was lost many years ago, the hunting method of the Gaoling clan fell into decline, and the Sky Horn clan, the former hunting clan, has also declined a lot.

Now, many years later, the tauren of Highmountain have few excellent hunters and many powerful warriors.

If this sacred object falls into the hands of the tauren, it will not be able to exert its fighting power for at least ten years. Instead of leaving it there to gather dust, it is better to give it to the stinky pirate in front of you.

The connection between Eagle Claw and him has proven that Black personally killed the three-headed dog of hell, and he was able to do such an impossible thing before he became a legend. The future of such a strong man is limitless.

Recruiting him as Talon Guardian would do Highmountain no harm but good.

And as long as this sacred hunting object is still in his hands, he cannot sit idly by when the Highmountain Tauren are in trouble.

Any tauren with a little bit of wisdom can figure this out. As for the unconvinced young men in the clan, it's not a problem. They can definitely challenge the Eagle Claw Guardian.

It's just a good time to sharpen the now decadent hunting methods of the high mountain tribes.

This is the benefit of killing three birds with one stone.

But Black was so shrewd. He instantly saw through the thoughts of the chief and the high priest, but did not choose to refuse.

After all, the fighting power of the high mountain tauren is still very good.

Even if these honest guys are not willing to engage in the business of robbing families and homes, throwing them into Tol Barad Island can effectively strengthen the defense of their base camp.

The best part is, inspired by the reputation of the Talon Guardian, Black doesn't even need to pay these tauren.

For the glory of the Eagle Claw Guardian, bring your own dry food and fight!

Wonderful.

If such a useful tool is not used properly, the dark wisdom of the pirates will be wasted.

So the two sides hit it off.

It can be called a model of mutual utilization and win-win cooperation.

A few hours later, as night fell, a grand banquet was held on the Thunder Totem. The chiefs of the other three clans who hurriedly arrived were overjoyed to confirm the return of the hunting sacred object.

When the joyful tauren sang loud hunting songs and blessed the new guardian of the talon.

Rashan Skyhorn, the chief of the Skyhorn Tribe and the strongest hunter of the Highmountain Tauren, proposed to discuss hunting with Black. Obviously, as a hunter, he also wants to compete for the glory of the guardian of the talon.

The pirates gladly accepted the challenge.

Under the gaze of the Highmountain Tauren chiefs, it only took him three minutes to knock down the legendary hunter Rashan Skyhorn, demonstrating his great strength and winning the recognition of the Tauren chiefs.

The Skyhorn Tribe promised to send a hundred hunters to follow in the footsteps of the Eagle Claw defenders, and the other three clans also assembled a guard force of a hundred people.

Exactly the two hundred people Black requested.

Not one more.

The pirate was so angry that he scolded these minotaurs for being stingy, which really ruined their honest appearance.

But soon, he became happy.

Because of his transcendent status as the Guardian of Eagle Claw, the secret place that the Gaoling clan had guarded for thousands of years was finally opened to him.

Under the cover of night, Elder Blackhorn refused to be followed by others and took Black to Deathwing's lair on a big-horned deer alone.

The two guys kept silent and walked along the steep mountain road in the dark.

It wasn't until he left the Thunder Totem that was filled with joy tonight and entered the silent mountains that the tauren soul walker Black Horn, who was leading the way, spoke slowly:

"How are my fellow strangers doing?"

"Aren't your compatriots in Thunder Totem?"

Black, who was riding behind the big horn that was shaking its head, was hanging a carrot on a stick to lure the big horn to bite it. He also pretended to be stupid. He snorted and said:

"Thunder Totem is full of your Tauren family, Elder Black Horn, I heard from those drunken Mouth Guards that you have been alive for who knows how many years.

It is said that it is the blessing of the ancestors that allows you to escape the pursuit of time.

The memories in your mind are snapshots of Highmountain's great history.

I even heard them say that you were a child picked up by Hu En Gaoling in the mountains. Those "slightly exaggerated" great stories about Huon Gaoling are all based on your descriptions.

Is it really? "

"You want to play dumb with me?"

The black horn riding on the saddle of the big-horned deer turned his head and glanced at Black. The eyes of this black minotaur shone with the light of fire in the dark night.

It was a pair of snake eyes that Blake was very familiar with.

Onyxia and Nefarian both have eyes like this.

However, compared to them, Black Horn's eyes were obviously clearer, and there was no hazy light blocking the eyes of the giant dragon.

He obviously didn't want to pretend anymore, so he said bluntly:

"You smell like a black dragon.

You must have been living with a black dragon day and night for a long time. I highly doubt that you are a servant of the Black Dragon Legion, but to be honest, I don’t think those fallen compatriots have the ability to charm such a powerful guy like you.

It's more like Deathwing himself.

But I have learned from distant news that Deathwing has returned to Deep Rock Continent, and the World Destroyer has been seriously injured. It is said that it is the mark of shame left by mortals.

Are you the legendary pirate who plotted against Deathwing? "

"Exactly down there."

Blake made an aristocratic gesture behind the war bear and said:

"I do have a black dragon servant that wants to 'eat' me all the time.

She should be considered your sister, and although Deathwing may not care about this, I think you should call it 'father' when you talk about it, right? "

"Just because I can, doesn't mean I want to."

Soulwalker Black Horn doesn't have any of the bad habits of other black dragons.

He didn't seem to intend to reveal his dragon form in front of the pirates, and the dragon's eyes and snake eyes later turned back into the bright eyes of the old minotaur.

He sighed casually and said:

"Being born as a black dragon is not a choice I can make. This is just the malice of fate. When Huon and the Drowbars expelled Deathwing together, they did not kill me who had just broken the eggshell and escaped.

He had every reason to do that, but he let me go.

This kindness is enough for me to remember until now.

He chose to raise me and gave me a new identity so that I would not have to hide in this world that does not belong to us like other compatriots.

To me, Hoon is more like my father.

As for Deathwing

To me it is just a stranger in a distant story. "

The pirate nodded repeatedly after hearing these words.

After a few seconds of silence, he asked:

"So, you don't want my appearance to disturb your game with the Tauren of Highmountain? Do you want me to help you hide this news, and do you want me not to involve you in the Black Dragon Legion's mess?

Do you want to continue to maintain this hidden identity and let the world see the soul walker Blackhorn instead of the pure-blood black dragon Ibisian? But you have to know that even if I don't announce your identity, trouble will find you sooner or later. "

"As long as you don't do that."

Black Horn didn't care about the pirate's reminder. He looked at the quiet mountains around him at night, and said slowly in the aged tone that an old tauren should have:

"They have been looking for me a long time ago, and the bones of those 'compatriots' who tried to disturb my life have been buried in this unshakable high mountain.

Their polluted flesh and blood can also nourish the creatures in this mountain, and the earth will not hate their dedication.

It may be trouble when you are alive, but as long as you are dead, it is nothing. "

"Good guy, hearing your words makes my whole body shiver."

Blake complained:

"How many black dragons have you killed in the past ten thousand years?"

"Three? Five? Or seven?"

Black Horn shook his antlers and said:

“Sorry, I can’t remember clearly.

But it is easy to get rid of them. They all come for Deathwing's lair. They stubbornly believe that the power of Deathwing is hidden in the lair of the Black Dragon King.

They are dazzled by power.

When encountering a compatriot who is 'enthusiastic' to help them, they will without exception lose their due vigilance. However, Deathwing's lair holds more than just treasure.

After losing several black dragons in a row, those depraved guys seemed to have learned their lesson, and they stopped sending people over.

I can finally live a quiet life.

I'm definitely not a Highmountain tauren, but that's okay, I can pretend I am. I remember the warmth and love my father gave me, and after he passes away, I pass this love on to his descendants.

I am the Guardian, Black Shaw. "

Black Horn stopped the progress of the big-horned deer and slowly jumped off the saddle of his mount. He beat his waist playfully and said to the pirate behind him:

"I am the guardian of Highmountain. I will not allow any evil to infect my people, any!"

"Wow, it's finally the threatening part I've been waiting for."

The pirate rubbed his hands in the dark.

He pulled out the Wolf's Edge with his backhand, but without any instructions, Big Horn, who was lying there eating carrots, took steps, silently blocking the road at the other end of the Black Horn.

A silent black-feathered falcon flapped its wings and landed on the stone beside the mountain path, staring at the old tauren in front of him with its sharp eyes.

Amidst the long wolf howl, a large dire wolf also stepped out of the shadows.

The stinky pirate stared at the black corner in front of him and said expectantly:

“It’s been a long time since anyone said such harsh words to me.

The void in my mind is tempting me. They are telling me the weakness of a ten thousand-year-old black dragon. They are howling for me to complete the great task of slaying the dragon.

They are eager to see me dedicating the last pure black dragon in your world to them to replicate the birth of the World Destroyer.

Maybe I can give it a try? "

"Don't play with your dangerous brain, it's a bad friend who encourages you to commit crimes."

Without any fear on his face, Black Horn slowly picked up the soul lantern at his waist. Under the pirate's gaze, he turned his left hand slightly, and an ancient Titan stone hammer appeared in his hand.

The moment that thing appeared, Blake suddenly heard the will of the earth in the whole world gathering and roaring at him.

On the character card in front of him, a line of thoughtful writing jumped out: Ms. Elune does not recommend that you do dangerous things. She does not think that you can face a pure-blooded black dragon holding the Holy Hammer of Khaz'goroth.

"Come prepared, okay, okay, it's just a joke."

The stinky pirate leaned on the Wolf's Edge, kicked the toothy Frost Claw at his feet, and said:

"Why don't you quickly give Lord Black Horn a dance? Please spare the lives of our four dogs."

"Forget it about dancing."

The tauren shook his head, caressed the Holy Hammer of Khaz'goros in his hand, and said:

"I'm not going to fight you.

I just want to tell you how painful it was when those fallen black dragons had their heads smashed by this hammer. You definitely don’t want to try that feeling.

There are still several black dragon corpses piled in Deathwing's treasury. Perhaps you can help me 'process' them, Talon Defender of Highmountain. "

"No problem, I like picking up trash the most."

Blake stared at the Hammer of Khazgoroth in Black Horn's hand, and he said in a pleasant tone:

"But I can't do it for nothing. Can you lend me this sacred hammer to play with? Look, you are facing a greedy pirate and you still take out good things. You are clearly trying to seduce me.

If I didn't take the bait, I would be sorry for your performance. "

"Borrow, yes."

Black Horn said in a deep voice:

"but not now.

When it's time for it to appear, I will personally deliver it to you. This holy hammer forged the entire earth of the world, and it is one with the heart of the world.

It had conveyed messages and warnings to me that perhaps a disaster was imminent.

And you

You may be a very important part of it, after all Hu En also told me, said..."

At this point, Heijiao suddenly stopped talking.

He glanced at the pirate, threw a stone emblem to him, and said:

"Deathwing's lair is just ahead. You can go there by yourself. You can take everything inside. It's useless for us to want those treasures anyway.

In addition, there is an evil force lingering on this land, and its target is undoubtedly you.

I feel like you are preparing for a decisive battle. Do you need my help? "

"No need."

The pirate whistled and played with the stone key in his hand. He glanced at the Holy Hammer of Kazgoros and said:

"The weapons of mass destruction in your hands will scare it. I don't want it to escape. I will solve this problem, so I don't need to worry about it, Lord Noire.

Finally, I have a question.

You just said that Hu En told you. What did he tell you? "

Blake said quietly:

"Did he meet me ten thousand years ago?"