Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1265 15. Behind every frustrated prince is a **** dad

   With the growth of age and knowledge, Blake once felt that he was used to seeing big scenes, especially after the battle with Queen Azshara, the smelly pirate felt that there were few things in this world that could shock him.

   But it turns out that every time Black felt like he had touched the bottom of the world, the world grabbed his jaw and slapped him in the face to wake him up.

   Just like now.

The stinking pirate looked with a wooden face, watching as the furious Goron war beast controlled by the Mok'nasa clan patriarch twisted the abyss lord's wings in an extremely ferocious manner amid the wailing of the scattered demons, and used the After wrapping his fists with the power of the earth and smashing it into meat sauce, he felt that his **** had been stabbed again today.

   Really opened my eyes.

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 master onto the battlefield and began to pick and choose. Pick your own "trophy" and choose a few pieces of fat devil barbecue to devour it.

   Now this situation has shocked Xalatas.

   She swishly ran back to Black's will and asked with a fuss:

   "What happened? What's going on here? Didn't it say that the Mok'Nathar can only control beasts? How come even black dragons and gronns have been tamed?

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

   To be honest, I was kind of intimidated.

   This is much better than you tame Druids or something. Besides, how could they be forced to this step by demons with such terrifying beasts?

   This situation is not quite right. "

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

  Blakela scolded with a long face:

   "You let me be quiet first, I'm a little confused right now.

  I'm thinking after I kill Leorox, will he drop me something like the 'Dragon Taming Compendium' or the 'Gron Taming Manual'?

   Is this an orange item for hunters? "

   "Stop dreaming, little master, the giant dragons are special beings transformed from the ancestor dragons by the power of the titan. When they were shaped into the present state, they were destined to be impossible to tame.

   That means you have to fight the titan power in the blood of the dragons, maybe you can try it when you have your own power after the demigods, but now you can't do it. "

   Xalatas also stretched his voice and said:

   "So, I really don't know what happened to the black dragon, but the gorron was obviously not tamed by normal means, and its mind was manipulated by some kind of power.

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

   "I know that, the Heart of Magron, the treasure buried deep in the land of Gorgrond, the petrified heart left by the ancestors of the Gronns.

   has the ability to guide and control any gronn on the spiritual level. "

  Black said casually:

"One of the additional goals of my visit to Gorgrond this time was to find this thing. I didn't expect that the Mok'Nathal clan would take the lead. However, considering that the Gorgronds in Gorgrond were almost killed by demons, so It's not very useful to have that."

  The smelly pirate narrowed his eyes, watching Leorox with a battle axe encourage his clan to walk towards Rexxar after the demons were dispersed, he said:

   "Have you found it? The eccentric life force of that angry old orc is a little abnormal. Well, I probably guessed the truth of the Mok'Nathal clan now.

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

  Black gave an odd smile.

   He picked up the front of the wolf, walked towards the other side carelessly, and said to Xalatas:

   "Prepare the mantid and the swarm, and I'll test our Lord Beastmaster."

   On the other side, Rexxar squatted on the spot, taking out the herbs of the secret passage from his hands to treat the unconscious and seriously injured clansmen.

   He acted very silent and didn't care about the pointing of the people around him.

And the big bear Misha was lying beside her master. The giant bear who fought furiously all the way was covered with the blood and minced flesh of the devil, 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 stupid orcs around her, even though they exude a resemblance to Rexxar.

  However, the porcupine king Hoffer and the eagle Spire are not so good-tempered. These two ferocious beasts are guarding Rexxar, wailing and not allowing others to approach.

   Those who dare to come will be hit by a wild boar, or blinded by an eagle.

   They are sensitive beasts.

   They sensed the hostility of the **** around them towards their masters. The heads of the beasts didn't understand why they were here to help and should be treated like this.

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

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

   But things took the initiative to find the door.

   "Who allowed you to step into our hunting grounds? Outcast."

   A familiar voice resounded behind Rexxar with anger and indifference, stopping the skillful bandaging action of the orc Batman. When the orc spoke, the surrounding Mok'nasa also quieted down.

   It can be seen that he has a very high status in the eyes of the clan, and is definitely a very dignified leader.

"say!"

   That voice is approaching.

   But Rexxar's movements didn't stop. He remained silent until he had bandaged the injury of the clan in front of him. When he stood up and turned around, a crimson tornado battle axe was raised as if about to slash.

  Misha, who was still dozing just now, roared and stood up, slapped her with a slap, and with the harsh metal friction, the cyclone battle axe was forcibly slapped out.

The    heavy battle axe slashed on the stone, smashed the rock and flew, and the small stone hit Rexxar, but it did not change the expression of the big orc.

  Rexxar stretched out his hand to comfort the roaring Misha, looking at the angry old orc in front of him.

   After being gone for more than eight years, this man who used to hunt gorons for fun has a lot of wrinkles on his forehead.

The    **** hair has turned gray, and the waist is even lower. The arm that used to be able to kill Lei Xiang with an axe has become weak, and he can't even hold a weapon.

   He tried hard to maintain his majesty in front of his son, but his brown eyes were already filled with exhaustion and vicissitudes, which were the imprints imposed on this man by the endless years and hardships of life.

   he is old

  Rexxar clenched his fists. He had also imagined the scene where he and his father met again, and the scene in front of him could not be exactly the same as what he imagined, only the exact same.

   What a sad story.

"Father."

   Rexxar whispered:

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

   "Go now!"

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

   "The night you left the land that nurtured you, your name was no longer remembered by the winds here, and every step you took on this land was a blasphemy against the traditions of Mok'Nasa.

   If you like the flowery 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 MokNasa and we can figure things out on our own. "

  Rexxar silently endured the humiliation from his father. He did not defend himself, nor did he refute, but after Leorox finished speaking, he raised his head and asked:

   "I heard you have traitors here? Who betrayed Mok'Nathal?"

   "This has nothing to do with you traitor!"

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

   "Get out! Don't let me see you again, next time you show up on my hunting ground, I won't be merciful anymore."

   "Hey hey hey, are you Mok'nasa sick?"

  Blake's voice rang out on this heavy occasion, he squeezed out from the crowd with the front of the alpha wolf, his big bear and the big wolf were behind him, and the flaming phoenix stood on his shoulders.

   He just folded his arms so carelessly, and walked into the father-son game in front of a group of MokNasa people with complicated eyes. He said:

   "I also have a **** dad, and I understand that bad feeling, and that's probably why Rexxar and I are good friends, basically, we all suffer from the same problems and troubles.

  My friend is stupid and doesn't know how to speak, so I said it instead of him. "

  Black stood beside Rexxar, looking at the old orc in front of him, and the old orc was also staring at him. The smelly pirate looked Leorox 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?"

  Leorox let out 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 an attack in advance to save you.

  If it wasn't for your spoilers, with a few more days of arrangement, we could kill all the demons here without injury!

   Look beyond the canyon, where we set the traps for the demons. It was you who interrupted our hunt and left us badly injured, and we have to thank you?

   Are all humans so arrogant and stupid? "

   "I'm starting to understand why your father-son relationship is not good."

   Black whispered to Rexxar, "Batman" was in a bad mood and didn't respond too much. He pulled Black's wrist as if he was going to leave.

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

   He rolled his eyes and said to Leorox, who was acting very jerk:

  "I would also say that, for example, you Mok'Nathar saw that we attacked the demons so well, so you wanted to come and pick up a leak or something.

What's the point of    discussing these?

  Anyone with eyes can see that just now, before your magic weapon, Rexxar and I saved at least twenty of you! And your team has a total of seventy people.

   This kind of kindness, I don’t think it’s too much for any shameless orc to kneel on the spot for us, right?

   So what do we need?

   is just a thank 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 the tradition of Mok Natha? Well, I now feel that Rexxar made the right choice to leave you guys at a young age.

  Otherwise, if he stayed in this ghost place until now, he would probably become a bunch of shameless old **** like you. "

   Black's remarks filled the surrounding Mok'Nathans with anger. One by one, they pulled out weapons stained with demon blood, and the surrounding beasts gathered again.

   This kind of provocation is really hard to bear, especially where this kind of folk customs is extremely conservative.

   But the old orc stopped his clan 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 people who saved your life, you have my personal thanks."

"Um?"

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

what is this?

   Where is the Leorox who never wanted 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!

   is definitely a demon in disguise!

   And the old Beastmaster's response made Black blink. In his heart, Xalatas laughed even more. Before Black's temptation began, the old orc who didn't know how to detour directly slammed it.

   He might think it's nothing.

   But to Black and Xalatas, this small concession already means everything.

   "Is your orc's thanks so perfunctory?"

   Black said dissatisfiedly:

   "When we say thanks over there, in order to express our gratitude, we want to invite people to dinner and a glass of wine, and I don't want those either, you have had a miserable life.

  I only intend to go to the place where you are hiding, so that I can understand the situation of the demons here so that Rexxar and I can continue to hunt down the demons. This is not too much, right? "

   "No, you're saying something outrageous! Human, be careful what you say next!"

  Leorox grabbed the battle axe in front of him, and while he suppressed his angry voice, the black dragon and Goron behind him also looked towards him.

   But Black exhaled the smoke ring and snapped his fingers.

   The next moment, the mantid who had been prepared for a long time roared and descended from the sky.

  The four slaughtering heroes each led people to block them from four directions, and the buzzing insect swarms flew to the sky in a mighty manner under the leadership of the flying insect lord.

   Worried that Rexxar's Ayamis had revealed her ferocity under Xal'atath's orders, and the spikes on her tail had popped out, staring at Leokros' black dragon and Goron.

   She was pretty sure she could paralyze one of them with the deadly pterosaur sting.

  The Void Watchers also walked out of the shadows of the surrounding orcs, and used the moon blades wrapped in the void to hold the necks of the orcs. As long as Black gave an order, these last Mok'Nathar would die on the spot.

   They are good hunters.

   But they encountered more deadly assassins.

  Demon hunters didn't join this "infighting", they didn't care about anything on this earth except hunting down demons.

   "I said it clearly, Lord Beastmaster."

  Black stopped pretending, picked up his pipe, and said to Leorox, who was glaring at him in front of him:

   "Rexxar and I may not be your opponents, especially when your two beasts are so mighty, we may be chased and killed by you in the subsequent hunt.

   This is a high probability event.

but

  Before you start chasing us, I can also promise to be here, kill the last Mok'Nathar, and you will lose everything you protect.

   Well, please forgive me for what I have to say.

   But if you are not calm enough, you, the chief, will have no clansmen to lead, and you can only guard your own black dragon and Goron to die here.

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

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

   "I'm going to take your son to the current base of the Mok'Nathal clan! If you don't agree, let's start the war now."

   (end of this chapter)