Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 957 53. Let Brother Hou teach you what sarcasm is! -Additional update during the Spring Festival, Happy New Year【1315】

Ulan Gaoling said that the Bloodhoof tauren are the scattered ancient kin of the Gaoling tauren. This statement is not very accurate.

Tauren as a race were born very early, dating back at least 14,000 years ago.

At that time, the elven civilization had just been born, the pandaren civilization was still in the era of being enslaved by the mogu, and the troll empire in Azeroth's history was still in its heyday.

However, the tauren, sons of the earth, are not as lucky as the elves and pandaren to have a huge civilization.

They have always been in a state of nomadic division. So far, except for the high mountain tauren who have their own country, the other tauren are still nomadic.

The reason is probably because the reproduction of the Minotaur clan is too difficult, and the population size has never been able to increase, so there is no foundation for civilization.

However, although the best tauren currently living in the world of Azeroth are the high mountain tribes, if we really want to talk about which branch is older, the "prominent" high mountain tauren today may not be able to compare. What about the Bloodhoof Tribe?

After all, Desolation is close to the prairies where the oldest buffalo people once roamed.

Moreover, tauren, like elves, also belong to the state of "multiple genealogies".

The tauren that have been discovered so far include the bloodhoof tauren, the antler tauren of Highmountain, and the yak people of Northrend. It is said that there is also the inheritance of a very powerful buffalo man in the misty continent.

Moreover, there are also divisions of faith within the Tauren.

For example, among the Bloodhoof tauren, there are the Bloodhoof clan who believe in Mother Earth and the Sun Walkers who believe in the sun god Anshe. The Gaoling tauren are divided into four clans due to their use of power and different living habits.

The yak people of Northrend are the most primitive, but also the most powerful.

These guys have no civilized characteristics at all, playing a role between nomadic tribes and robbers on the land of Northrend.

There are also many yak pirates in Anne Bonn's North Sea Fleet.

They are Anne's favorite crew members. They are hard-working and never complain. As long as they can get enough dividends, they can guarantee a terrifyingly high morale and a death-defying loyalty.

Unfortunately, the number of yak people is small, and most of them live in bitter cold places close to Icecrown Glacier, so recruitment is very difficult.

All in all, it is difficult to tell the history of the Tauren clearly, because there has never been a unified dynasty. As a result, their history and branch inheritance are basically passed down by word of mouth, and few written words are left.

The various tauren clans were also scattered due to the collapse of the earth, and there was little communication with each other. Their history is a muddy mess that even the wisest of their shamans can't quite figure out.

But some things hidden deep in the bones of the tauren cannot be faked.

Such as the hard work they share, the terrifying brute strength they share, and the hidden freedom and unruliness in their hearts. The tauren look simple and honest, but once provoked, they are definitely the most terrifying destroyers in Azeroth.

Under Black's "prompt", Lao Niu immediately responded to Turuk Blood Totem's provocation. He grabbed the ancient totem beside him and said angrily:

"My fellow tribesmen, you are humiliating a warrior who has tried his best to find hope for his tribe. I want you to apologize! Otherwise"

"How about otherwise?"

When Turuk saw that Kane was angry, he immediately grinned and reached out to grab the blood totem behind his back. He said:

"Do you want to challenge the power of blood?"

"Fight, fight!"

Finna, who had just been beaten by Kane next to her, had her eyes widened. Although she didn't say it out loud, looking at the way she stood aside and folded her arms to admire, it was clear that she was an old-timer.

Ulan Gaoling did not try to stop this dispute.

First of all, he knew what kind of virtue the Blood Totem warriors had. If they did not satisfy their desire to fight, this matter would definitely not end today.

Secondly, as a ruler, he also wanted to see the strength of his ancient compatriots.

Everyone is here to participate in the trial of strength. It is not a bad thing to know yourself and the enemy, and as the top warrior invited, Ulan also has his own pride.

He doesn't like to hang out with the weak.

The two tall tauren glared at this.

Kane's skin is tan, while Turuk is a black cow. The two are about the same height and age, with Kane slightly older.

However, if the unique towering antlers of the Kaolin cattle are also included, then Cairn Bloodhoof is still slightly shorter.

But when the two were building up their momentum, Ulan Gaoling, who was watching on the sidelines, had actually predicted the outcome in his mind. Turuk was very fierce and could be called the number one warrior of the Gaoling clan.

But compared to the chilling aura in Kane Bloodhoof that had experienced many battles and had formed an impact that was even similar to a halo effect, Turuk's aura was much weaker.

This is actually quite normal.

The Bloodhoof clan has been fighting against the centaurs that come and go like the wind all year round. Kane already has countless centaur souls in his hands. His combat skills are completely honed between life and death.

The Gaoling clan has been at peace for a long time. Although there are threats from the Vrykul, after all, they do not fight every day.

The difference was so obvious that Fenner could even see it.

In Lao Niu who became serious, Fenner clearly felt a similar aura to that of the unbelievably powerful orc chiefs in Dalaran.

It's as if the battle hasn't even started yet, and the outcome is already determined!

If there was a game of betting on who would win now, Finna would definitely push for Kane Bloodhoof. The big black bull who took the initiative to provoke had no hope.

But Turuk was born in the Blood Clan. Their tauren received rigorous warrior training from childhood, and had to undergo blood rituals as adults. Only those who won were qualified to become warriors.

It can be said that the blood totem is the Spartan tribe among the high mountain cattle. Naturally, Turuk, who grew up in such an environment, would not give up before fighting.

"Why don't you use your halberd? You're better at that thing, right?"

Turuk saw Kane's rune halberd stuck on the side, and with rising anger, he asked in a low voice.

"That's for the enemy."

Kane wagged his tail and replied matter-of-factly:

"You're not the enemy."

After speaking, he raised the totem pole.

He assumed a charging posture amidst the breath blowing through the rough Gobi desert. Amidst the exclamations of Ulan and Fenna beside him, a stream of light like the halo of the Paladins surged from the ground beneath Kane's feet. rise.

"The enduring aura of Mother Earth's blessing?"

Ulan exclaimed:

"Tuluk! Give up quickly, this is a warrior chosen by God!"

That's too late!

The same thought sounded in the hearts of Cairn Bloodhoof and Blake who was watching in the shadows. The old bull launched a charge in an instant, and the earth-shaking momentum wanted to tear the earth apart under his feet.

Turuk, who took the blow head-on, was under greater pressure.

He vaguely saw that the Bloodhoof Tauren chief in front of him seemed to be charging with the weight of the earth.

The surrounding earth mercilessly abandoned him at this moment. Amidst the violent shaking, a legendary warrior like Turuk even felt unsteady.

Unstoppable.

This was his first thought.

The charging Lao Niu exerted all his accumulated kinetic energy on the totem pole in his hand. Black reminded him that he must use his strength to conquer his fellow Gaoling people, so the honest Lao Niu struck without mercy.

The legendary power called "Crush" instantly doubled its destructive power under the blessing of the durable aura blessed by Mother Earth. When the totem fell down, the impact on the onlookers was like smashing walnuts with a war hammer.

In the next second, something fragile will explode.

Chief Ulan drew out his halberd and prepared to step forward to rescue him, but the old cow was just showing strength, not killing people, so the impact point of this blow was not Turuk's antlered head.

But the blood totem in his hand.

"boom"

Amidst the terrifying loud noise, Turuk was pushed back continuously by the shock wave from the crushing blow. As the small patch of ground shook, his hands trembled and he could not grasp the totem in his hand.

He looked down and saw that the first half of the totem pole, which was made using clan secrets and blessed by the spirit of nature, had been shattered into powder, and the second half was also cracked.

This is the top totem that he can have as a chief!

It was actually shattered by a single blow from this foreign cow.

This had almost never happened in the history of Highmountain. A sense of shame sprouted from his heart. He watched the anger dissipate in front of him. Cairn Bloodhoof stood there holding the totem, extending his hand towards him and still smiling innocently.

Oh my god.

He just tried to challenge such an opponent without overestimating his abilities.

People showed mercy.

Otherwise, as long as you adjust the landing point slightly, your head will not be harder than the totem.

"I'm convinced."

Black Bull laughed and held Kane's hand. He threw the broken totem aside and said to Kane in a convincing tone:

"You are the number one warrior among the tauren! When Odin's trial is over, you must come to Blood Totem's End Cliff. I will introduce you to my people.

They worship great power as much as I do.

I know your difficulties, I just wanted to provoke you, Kane.

We Blood Totem worship the strong. As long as you can achieve outstanding results in the trial of strength, we will follow you back to the Desolate Land.

Kill all the centaurs who dare to challenge you! "

Fenna also screamed next to her:

"Hey! Old Niu, you can't beat a centaur with your strength. What kind of monsters are those centaur war khans?"

"They're actually not that strong either."

Kane scratched the mane on his head and explained:

"But the khans also have the blessing of Mother Earth. Each of them is like me and must be killed at least twice before they can be killed. The immortal names of the war khans are famous throughout the continent of Kalimdor.

I was still doubting how those barbarians got the love of Mother Earth, but your brother gave me an answer.

They are not loved by Mother Earth.

They steal the power of the earth.

What a shame! "

He does not mean that.

After hearing Kane's words, the big black bull Turuk's eyes suddenly lit up.

Originally I thought that Kane's blessing of the earth must be granted by Mother Earth, but if the despicable centaurs can steal the power of the earth, does that mean that outsiders can also

"boom"

Before Turuk could finish his dangerous thoughts, a blood-red figure roared and descended from the sky.

Blake's warning suddenly rang in Fenner's ears.

"Leave quickly, the most troublesome guy is here. He must have smelled the smell of fighting and came here."

Fenna's eyes widened. She did not doubt the pirate's persuasion and turned to leave.

As a result, as soon as they started, a huge bloody battle ax whirled over with a clatter, and was inserted into the ground in front of Fenner's eyes.

"No one is allowed to leave!"

Grom Hellscream, who was a little thinner than before, stood up from the small pit where he landed like an evil ghost. This orc chief was wearing a full set of tribal armor.

The skulls of various races dotted on his shoulders, knees, and arms made him look terrifying. The fire of anger wrapped around his body and the shockingly bright blood-colored eyes made him look even more abnormal.

"I knew I could have fun here!"

The orc chief of the Warsong clan laughed and looked at the three cows and an elf in front of him. He moved his fists and made a snapping sound with his knuckles.

He roared in a growling tone:

"Jean's interesting beast was rescued by Dai Lin, so I couldn't enjoy it to the fullest.

Brother Saurfang is as timid as a mouse and avoids me everywhere! Salorian Morningseeker's sword is so disgusting, like a weak woman's sewing needle, not bold at all!

The sword masters are quite powerful, but it's a pity that they don't want me to find them.

As for the vrykul.

Haha, sad guy can't even interest me.

But you."

Grom moved his nostrils decorated with nose rings, as if he smelled the most delicious scent in the air. He was trembling with excitement. He said:

“You three are different, you smell like you can be ravaged.

especially you!

Horn Man, you even make me feel afraid!

marvelous!

After the battle with the World Destroyer, I haven't felt this trembling feeling for a long time. Azeroth is indeed a good place. I already like this world.

marvelous.

Come and have a fight with me.

Killed by me.

Or kill me! "

"Who is this madman?"

Cairn Bloodhoof grabbed the rune halberd at hand. Obviously, Grom's appearance made him feel threatened, and he finally used his best weapon.

Next to him, Ulan Gaoling also grabbed a halberd and formed a battle line with Kane.

Fenna took out Quel'Sera and Ashbringer and held them in her hands. She buckled her helmet and said angrily to the two cows:

"This is Grom Hellscream, the most bloodthirsty and warlike orc chief. He has a nickname called 'Giant Killer'. Be careful. He has double the destructive power against opponents larger than him. You two Something to pay attention to."

"Aren't you safe then?"

Kane shook his head, said something joking, and then stood in front of Fenner.

The half-elf complained softly:

"It would be great if it were that simple. Opponents smaller than him would be even worse. They would be mercilessly crushed by him. This is a completely unexplainable legendary power.

Even more shameless than my bratty brother. "

"If you want to challenge the Gaoling clan, you have to pass me first!"

Turuk, who was defeated by Kane, was still unhappy. Seeing the orc making a mocking declaration with his arrogant attitude, the big black bull grabbed the second totem behind his back and rushed over.

Without even looking at him, Grom grabbed the chain on his wrist and pulled hard, and the huge battle ax returned to his hand with a blood roar.

Hellscream, who was staring closely at the three people in front of him, took a step away, letting the totem smashed down from behind rub his body and fall. The second before Turuk was about to launch a sweep, his totem was kicked away by Grom.

The savage orc turned around and punched the big black bull on the waist and abdomen. The terrifying burst of anger caused the black bull's armor to crack and its internal organs to be severely damaged.

When the legendary power·Giant Killer first showed its power, Grom killed a legendary black bull in an absolutely powerful manner. Turuk's bull's eyes widened and became bloodshot, and the corners of his mouth twitched and he fell to the ground. He was blocked again. Rom grabbed his chin and raised it in the air.

The orc chief looked at the round bull's eyes and said in a disdainful tone:

"Pathetic weakling, you are not even qualified to die under my battle axe! Odin said that he invited the most powerful warriors in the world. But your appearance made me doubt the gold content of this trial.

The weak need to be eliminated! "