Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1204 300. The Best Third Person of the Draenor Expedition

  Kane and Black made an appointment, and the busy old cow left in a hurry without even having a meal at Niuzao Temple.

   He is very busy now, the overall migration of the Bloodhoof clan has just begun, and the pathfinders sent have arrived at the laterite peninsula of the future city that Black planned for them.

The news returned by    is that the environment there is not bad, it is very suitable for building a city.

  While the stinky pirates were busy in Pandaria, Eudora, the "Prince of Trade" under his command, had also delivered the first batch of materials for the tauren to pioneer the city.

  The old cow, who saw that the tribe finally got rid of the war and could live a peaceful life, was full of hope and strength every day, but fate destined him to be restless.

   The yaungol problem in Pandaria must be resolved as soon as possible.

   It's not just Blake's request, it's not just that the old cow is doing his best for the sake of the same clan, and there are more realistic reasons before the Bloodhoof Warchief.

   The cheap and almost free food provided by the pandaren is so delicious.

   If we can solve the problem of the yaungol that has been giving pandaren headaches, then the Bloodhoof clan will be able to hug the pandaren's golden thighs smoothly.

   Not to mention, no matter what happens in the future, the Bloodhoof Clan no longer needs to worry about the food issue, and once the clan can fill their stomachs, the follow-up development is just around the corner.

   What's more, if the yaurens can become docile and return to the true faith of Mother Earth, the power of the "Tauren Union" will also increase greatly, which will give all the tauren a greater voice in the world.

  No way, their population is too small.

   Even with the Thunder Totem's Gao Ling cattle, the number of all tauren combined is not as large as the population of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. The price of being born strong is the difficulty of breeding.

  As the Warchief of the Bloodhoof Clan, Cairne had to solve this problem from all sides.

   "He's really busy."

   Watching Kane disappear into the portal opened by the Nightborn mages, Finna flicked her tongue and said to the smelly pirate beside her:

"In less than ten days, he has run back and forth between the two continents three times, and he has to coordinate the great migration of his clansmen. He doesn't sleep for several days and nights, that is, the tauren is full of energy. worn out."

   "Yes, Kane is indeed a very energetic chieftain and warrior."

   Black rubbed his chin and sighed:

"If he was any worse, I mean, don't be pedantic, that would be perfect, he'd be my best helper but I can't take all the good things in the world by myself, so , now it's okay."

   "You mean I'm not your good helper?"

  Fina folded her arms and squinted her eyes and said:

   "What a ruthless pirate. I beat you to death for you. I worked so hard, and I couldn't even get a single compliment."

   "Oh, my boatswain is the best. She's the most perfect person in the world. I'm really lucky to have her help."

  The stinky pirate stretched his voice, made a face, and said something in a good-reading tone.

   Stupid Fina snorted and nodded in satisfaction, patted Blake's head like a puppy, and said:

   "That's it, just remember to use a more sincere tone and a more lively expression next time. Speaking of which, things in Pandaria are almost finished. Are you going to Draenor later?

  Do you want me to go with you? "

   "No, no need."

Blake stood on the wall of Niuzao Temple, looking back at the busy pandaren monks behind him. Zhu Taran had used all the food in Niuzao Temple to feed the insects, and now a new batch of food has just been delivered. .

   are all freshly harvested from the Mid-Levels Farm in the Valley of the Four Winds.

  These grains even carry the fragrant earthy smell of the earth, and the most exaggerated thing is that the seeds of these grains were planted by the old farmers in the middle of the mountain last night.

   This is the main reason why Pandaria never runs out of food.

   The land in the Mid-Levels Farm is so fertile that the grain can be cooked once a day. It is simply the most exaggerated agricultural miracle in Azeroth!

   Let the druids come to the ground, which they all admire, and Black's druid lady, Hisaly Black Crow, has been flying to the Valley of the Four Winds these days.

   She always wanted to get some fresh soil samples and send them back to Moonglade to find the druids for research.

   Miss Black Crow also has a simple dream of feeding the world.

   In fact, all the admirable "Grand Druids" of every world have this common dream.

  The smelly pirate stared at the grain bags, he shook his head and said:

   "The current situation in the world of Draenor is too dangerous, I know you are not afraid of danger, I know you like danger, but the main reason why you can't go is that what I did in the exotic world this time was not good.

   I don't want you to risk your reputation for getting involved, I know you don't care.

   But others care. "

   He turned around and comforted Fenna, who was dissatisfied:

   "I promised Mrs. Jinjian that to make you a legend in this world, since I received the money, I must do what I promised.

   In addition, the various forces on Draenor are mixed and full of intrigue. You may have been used as a **** in the past, and I can't even help you.

  You hate being taken advantage of yourself, don't you? "

  Blake grinned, took the Nagfar's head from his arms, and shoved the captain's logo into the hands of Fenna, who was pouting and could hang an oil can.

   As he comforted a child, he said:

   "I left Azeroth to do my business in Draenor, but I can't relax here, I have to find someone I trust to help me stare at the North Sea.

   As you know, the elves of Lordaeron, Gilneas, Stromgarde, and Quel'Thalas have united to break my monopoly on the North Sea.

   They are trying to dig up our roots and make our career a rootless duckweed.

   I must send someone strong enough to suppress the situation in the North Sea.

  After I leave, you will take the Nagfar to the North Sea. The captains under my command will assist you, and your task is to try to stabilize the situation before I return.

  When someone wants to start a war, give him a head-on response! "

  Blake patted Fenna's hand and said softly:

   "When necessary, contact the 'Sky Pirates' in the South China Sea with Dengshen. You can appropriately give money to Gaboa. That guy can be regarded as a 'friend' we can rely on on the sea."

  Fina became serious when she heard Black's request.

   She knew the significance of the North Sea to the undead pirates. She felt that Blake had entrusted her with a really important matter, which made Fenna feel a heavy responsibility. She started the warrior's brain to think hard, and said after a few seconds:

   "Can't we ask Kul Tiras for help? You just pull down your face and call out Dad, Daelin will definitely give you her coffin book.

  With the help of the Kul Tiras fleet, we can easily lift them up overnight! "

   "Whenever I think I've figured out your bottom line, your brain can always give me something new to live with."

  Blake sighed, stroking Fenna's dog's head in a helpless gesture, he whispered:

   "Your idea is very good, don't think about it next time."

"Daelin won't participate, and I call him father and he won't participate either. The forces in the South China Sea have already exhausted the Kul Tiras fleet, not to mention the rebuilding of the first and second fleets is also a huge effort. thing.

  The betrayal of the Church of the Storms has dealt a heavy blow to the thriving Kul Tiras navy. They have been slumped for a long time. Now, the most important thing for Dalene is to defend the South China Sea, a place they depend on for a living.

   He has no energy and will not take the initiative to go to Beihai to join in the fun.

   It has nothing to do with me being his son or not, he was first a king and then a father. So we have to fight this battle ourselves, which is very important for undead pirates. "

  The smelly pirate pursed his lips and whispered to Fina, who didn't quite understand the situation:

   "This is a hurdle, my sister, we have crossed it on our own, and no one can lift us from the throne of the king of the North Sea!

  We can't get over it, which means that the undead pirates are nothing more than that.

   Those greedy eyes that peep at us in the dark will act at once, rushing up like hungry wolves to devour us.

   There are not many people I can trust in such important matters, you, my mother, the dean, and Sefir, you are the people I can rely on. "

"do not talk!"

   Fenna's eyes widened aggressively and clenched her fists.

   She assured her stinky brother:

   "Even if I die in the frozen sea, I won't let those **** succeed! Don't worry, I'll help you guard the territory, come to kill one, come two to kill one pair.

   but you come back early

   I know that my brain is not easy to use, and I really can't deal with them playing ass. "

   "I knew you were reliable!"

  Black gave Finna a thumbs up and said:

   "Actually, it's not that bad. With the relationship between the little stars, the giant dragons will at least not intervene in it. The help of the water element makes us not afraid of naval battles, and we can maintain the situation and wait for me to return.

   As for Draenor's journey, you don't have to worry, I've found a great helper.

  Look, here comes the third member of my expedition. "

  The pirate pointed to the front, Fenna looked back, an orc wearing a black wolfskin helmet, a double axe on his waist, and a big brown bear walking slowly over the city wall.

   "Rexxar, where's your shameful flying bug?"

   Fenna whistled suddenly and sneered at the big beastman:

   "I also saw your bug yesterday being beaten up in the sky by the wind lord of the mantid. It was crying so badly, it was like a baby who couldn't find its mother."

   "It went back to the worm's nest to rest, and it was really badly beaten."

  Rexxar was not angry, but shrugged and said:

   "But Ayamis has obtained the dominant gene of the mantid wind lord, it only needs to take good care of wounds to become stronger, for insects, what can't kill them will only become their nourishment.

   is a cruel way to grow up.

   But also true beast way. "

   "Not just bugs, it's the same for all creatures."

   Black snapped his fingers and said:

   "Those who don't kill us make us weirder and stronger, so don't go back to the Broken Isles with your Windrunner mentor, Rexxar.

   We'll go to Draenor when things in Pandaria are over.

   Have you heard from your clan recently? "

   "Alas, no."

  Rexxar walked over to Black.

The big brown bear Misha raised the bear paw and patted Blake. The force made the bones of the pirates rattle. It seemed that Misha was stronger again. It was probably because Rexxar, a wild man, had a crush on the beast. The understanding of the Tao has become more and more profound.

   But Rexxar, who has always been silent, will be somewhat depressed.

   He sat beside Blake, patted his beloved brown bear, and whispered:

   "I asked Warchief Red to send wolves back to Draenor to find them, but they only found some of my lost clansmen. My father and the warriors of the Mok'Nathal clan are still unknown.

   On the contrary, Nagrand's Breakers said that their patrols on the Gorgrond border had heard some outrageous gossip. It is said that in the occupied area already occupied by demons, some strange orcs were still active.

   They were guerrilla fighting with demons and killed a lot of vicious guys.

I suspect.

   If that news is true, my father and my clan may still be near the destroyed ancestral land. "

   "Guerrilla fighting in demon-occupied areas?"

  Black blinked, gave a thumbs up and said:

   "As expected of a Moknasa, your father is really old and strong. Okay, don't worry, we can go there in half a month at most. When that time comes, you can find your father first, and then we can get down to business.

  Speaking of which, I know that there are some rare animals in certain areas of Pandaria. They are born from the aura of Pandaria, and they are very rare soul beasts.

   I usually don't tell other people this news.

   Considering we're going to fight in Draenor, would you like to restock your 'arsenal' before heading out? "

   "No way."

  Rexxar was a little moved. The big orc who loved beasts more than his fellow countrymen blinked, and finally shook his head. He stroked Misha beside him and said:

   "There are so many fantastic beasts in Azeroth, and while I'm eager to share their power and wildness, I know I can't be too greedy.

   They belong to nature.

  If I can't share enough energy with them, it's better not to disturb them.

   For example, I like the wind, but I can't let the wind stop for me. I like clouds, and I can't let the clouds fall by my side. During my time in Pandaria, I have learned a lot from the wise pandaren.

for example

   contentment and happiness. "

   "Hey, you said so much, just to cover up that you consumed too much energy to tame Ayamis."

   The smelly pirate who was also a hunter ruthlessly exposed Rexxar's faint sadness.

   He said with his pipe in his mouth:

   "The way of the swarm is the most partial of the ways of the beasts, and even for a genius hunter like you, it is not a mystery that can be comprehended casually.

  You are born to be in the company of beasts, you belong to the wilderness, and when you master the mystery of the way of the swarm, you will eventually return to Pandaria and tame those rare creatures with your own hands.

  You are a good hunter and a greedy ghost, Rexxar. "

   "You're right, I admit."

The    orc boss shrugged and did not deny Black's statement.

   He reached out and grabbed the wolf tooth hanging from his neck, and said in a low voice:

   "Everyone has a roaring beast in their hearts, the two of us are lucky, we found a herd of beasts that we can live in, that's all."

   "Black!"

Just as the pirates and orc friends shared their insights on the way of the hunter, the lorewalker Zhou Zhuo came quickly on his Xianglong Mi Shi. He landed on the city wall, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and shouted to his pirate friends. arrive:

   "Follow me, the Four Heavenly Gods are about to open the gates of the Heavenly Gods. There is an accident in the Vale of Splendid Blossoms!"

   (end of this chapter)