Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1266 16. I'm interested in your clan, let's make a price

   "Black! Don't do this!"

   On the battlefield full of demon corpses, when he heard Blake say the word "go to war", Rexxar's face changed drastically, and he immediately stopped:

   "You will."

   "Shhhhh, Rexxar, be quiet, it's nothing to do with you now."

  Black waved his finger in front of Batman the Orc and said:

   "Now this is the grudge between the undead pirates and the Mok'Nathal clan. To put it simply, next is the personal grudge between me and Lord Leorox.

  I rarely express kindness to others, and I hate others to reject me even more. Whether you need it or not, the Mok'Nathal clan is here to help!

   So, what do you say?

  The old beastmaster who has died once, but somehow survived? "

   The pirate's last words were so low that only he and Leorox and Rexxar next to him could hear them.

   This sentence is also like a magical key, which suddenly opened the hostility of the stubborn old man like a ditch stone, and he looked at Black with a surprised and complicated look.

   The latter shrugged and introduced himself;

   "Don't look at me like that, old Beastmaster, besides being a hunter, I'm also a prophet. I can see the fate of those important people, and I also know a lot about the magical things that exist in this land.

   It's not that you don't want to take your clan out of here.

   You can't leave here. "

   Pirate says:

   "Your life force has been linked to the magical Everbloom Woods, the land's ancient will of life that has chosen you as its last guardian.

   I think it must be very helpless.

   After all, it may have been the undead enemy of your orc ancestors, and it must have chosen an orc as its final carrier at the most desperate time.

   You can't go anywhere.

   As soon as you leave Gorgrond, as soon as you abandon this land, you will die immediately, no no no, that is not very accurate, you are already dead!

  The great chieftain of the Mok'Nathal clan, Lord Leorox, the most powerful hunter in Draenor, may have died in the first wave of the demonic invasion.

   Existing here is just an undead who has the same name as him and has inherited his identity.

   An undead bound here for eternity, unable to escape.

  The heart of Magron buried deep in the earth is also what it guides you to find. It also teaches you to tame this king of Goron, Gruul. This black dragon is also rescued by it before becoming your pet.

   Your Black Dragon pet is exactly the same as yours. "

   Having said this, Blake covered his eyes and said sadly:

   "Alas, what was I expecting before?"

"Father!"

  Rexxar couldn't hold back any longer when he heard this.

  The orc "Batman" looked at Leorox, whose expression became heavy and dark, and he clenched his fists and said:

   "Is what Black said true? You really have."

   "Not just him."

  Black looked at the hunters of the Mok'Natha clan behind him with a regretful expression, and said in a low voice:

   "I guess there are many good hunters who are 'alive' like him in the ruins of the Everbloom Woods.

  This land is desperate to save itself from the disaster of the demon invasion, and these Mok'Nathal men who stick to it and don't want to leave are the "last legion" it uses to defend itself.

  The seventy people in front of you should be the last living person in your clan.

   I'll just say it.

  When the demons have occupied 80% of the land, how did these Moknathas carry out guerrilla warfare so recklessly under their noses?

  The demons are not fools, how could they not be able to deal with such an attack? "

   The three of them fell silent.

   After more than ten seconds, Leorox put away his battle axe and said bluntly:

   "You two, come with me! We need to talk."

After that, he gave the other clansman an order to gather the beasts and clean up the battlefield, and then took Black and Rexxar to his black dragon war beast and flew towards the lush jungle beyond the canyon of this alpine corridor. go.

   From a high altitude, you can see the entire landscape of Gorgrond. Everywhere Blake can see are large and small camps of forge demons scattered on the rugged land covered by mountains and valleys in Gorgrond.

   And on the coastline in the far north, there is a large and surprisingly large demon fortress, which should be the ancestral land of the Blackrock Orcs.

   But now a whole mountain has been completely fortified by demons.

   The dark green evil energy aura poured into the sky everywhere, forming a thick evil energy cloud above the head, blocking the sunlight, making it difficult for the plants on this land to grow again.

   There are flying mephits flying down from the swirling dark green clouds in the sky, while the demon guards on the ground form an army to level the hills and shape the marching road.

   Countless hellhounds roared and galloped across this land, and slaves of various races were caught working in the mines, digging out ore and smelting it into weapons and siege weapons by demons.

   At a glance, the whole Gorgrond was green and panicked.

  Compared with this apocalyptic scene, the demon casting camp that the pirates just destroyed was not even a drop in the bucket. In the time they destroyed one camp, ten demon casting camps of the same size rose up.

"see it?"

   Leorox, who was driving the black dragon to the last green jungle in Gorgrond, was exhausted from the depths of his soul. He said to the two behind him in a desperate tone:

"This is Gorgrond now, this is our enemy, and I die under that mountain. I can't count how many demons I killed before I died, but for every one I killed, more came up. .

   My goron bone spear is broken.

  My Wyvern is dead.

   My lynx is dead.

   Of the hundred warriors who followed me against the demons, only five escaped, and the youngest of them saw my death with his own eyes.

  When I was reborn in the Yongmao Woodland, he couldn't accept all this. On the night he fled with his clan, I saw the child's eyes full of despair.

   I know that my death hit him too hard.

  I don't even blame him for taking his clan to take refuge in the devil, because if it were me. I might have made the same choice, we can't win at all! "

  Leorox said sadly:

   "The Prophet of the Draenei claimed that the Holy Light would save the world, but his Holy Light couldn't stop the mad orcs, so how could he save the world?

   Ner'zhul said he would bring the heritage of the elements back to Draenor.

   I'm sure he's not kidding, but what about the return of the elemental power?

   I have seen destruction, it is unstoppable.

   I thought my earth would pay for my second death, but... that doesn't change anything. "

  Rexxar wanted to speak to comfort his depressed father, but the sight in front of him made him really unable to say anything inspiring, and the gap was right in front of him.

   This is not an enemy that can be defeated by will.

   Gorgrond on the rear front was already so bad, Rexxar couldn't even think about how bad the situation in Shadowmoon Valley should be facing the demon invasion.

   But the pirates didn't care.

   He didn't seem to see the scene of the desperate demon invasion in front of him at all. He had seen worse than this, and this one was drizzling.

   "Then don't blame me for being straight, old beastmaster."

  Black stood on the back of the black dragon with his hips on his arms, and said to Leorox:

   "You dead are bound by Draenor's will to live in Gorgrond and cannot be free. How many times you are willing to die is your business, but there is still salvation for those who live.

   I want more than seventy Mok'Nathal hunters.

   Make a price.

   Also, how much will it take you to appoint His Royal Highness Prince Rexxar as the next chief of the Mok'Nathal clan? Say it together and I'll think about it. "

   "Blake, I don't need this."

  Rexxar's mood is very complicated now. He has seen and heard too many unacceptable things today. Rao is that he has always been super self-control, and this will be a bit overwhelming.

   He was very grateful for the pirate's righteous help when he heard that Black was fighting for the rest of the Mok'Nasa people for him, but unfortunately he would not really be in the mood to think about it.

   "No, you need to!"

   In the next second, Black and Leorox scolded Rexxar in unison.

  The pirate shrugged in sync with the god, and made a "please" gesture to the old beastmaster, signaling the old man to speak first.

   Well, in fact, most of the time, Blake is a guy who respects the old and loves the young.

   "Rexxar, the last thing I saw when I died was you, but at the same time I was full of anger towards you and at the same time felt a hint of happiness that the patriarch should not have."

  Leorox looked ahead, and in a third-person perspective, he said to his son:

   "Your running away broke my heart. The humiliation of being betrayed made me determined that I would never accept you again in my life. This is the must determination of a patriarch to maintain his inheritance in this miserable land.

   But when we are in disaster, you are not by my side but safe in another world, and make me feel joy as a father.

   At least, you can still live.

  I am not a good father.

  I know that my stubbornness and strictness have made you suffer, and I have no hope of your forgiveness, especially after your mother's death.

  I'm not a good chief either. When you broke the tradition and left the ancestral land for the first time, I should have hacked you to death, but I didn't succeed in the end, and I let you take away the sacred relics of the clan.

I'm in a dilemma.

   That night, I lost my son and became a bad leader.

  I will not forgive you.

   But now, I must hand over the clan to you!

   Because only you can lead the last Mok'Nathar out of trouble, the legacy must be preserved! You have to keep this in mind.

   Wherever you take them, to Nagrand or to the new world that opens its arms to you, remember that you are a Mok'Natha!

  You belong to the wilderness, and you own your herd!

  You must have the cunning and cruelty of a wolf, you must be as brave as the Lion King, you must be as tough as the Bull King, you must be as strong as the Wyvern Commander, and you must be as sharp as the Eagle King!

   You must possess the good qualities of all the beasts in this world, and you must lead your weak herd back to strength.

   This is what Leorox wanted to say to you when he died.

   I, the undead, are just paraphrasing.

   But one thing, before you can command the pack, you must show your power to the ruthless beasts! The betrayer who surrendered to the devil with his people, Magda!

   You must get his head back with your own hands!

   You must punish the beasts who betray the herd.

   KILL THEM!

  Drain power from their corpses to complete the ritual. "

   "Magda?"

  Rexxar was struck by lightning when he heard the name of the betrayal, and he shook his hands and said:

   "The boy who hunted with me since childhood, the boy who admired me the most, the boy who wanted to leave with me. How could it be him?"

   "It was your exodus that led him astray, and it was you who taught him weakness!"

   Leorox shook his head and said:

   "Eight years ago, you left irresponsibly and destroyed a beast that might become the Beastmaster. Now, it's time for you to correct this mistake.

   I know this is cruel.

  Because it is cruel, it must be done by your own hands! To tell you this, this is the price of making mistakes as a leader. The death of the Wolf Warrior you raised has taught you to distinguish between good and evil.

  I believe that Magda's death can teach you more. "

After   , the old orc did not give Rexxar any chance to refute, he looked at Black and said:

   "As for you, foreign prophet, do you want my clan to fight for you? It's not impossible, depending on your relationship with Rexxar, he will definitely fight for you.

   But my old lion disagrees!

  You are also a hunter, you have also learned the heart of the beast, and you are also the leader of the herd, then you should know that to tame a pack of dire wolves, you must first make them fear you.

   There are too many demons in Gorgrond, and no one can kill them all, but we can at least kill their leaders directly at the key points. This may not ease the suffering, but at least it can make people breathe! "

  Leorox looked at Black, he pointed to the fort in the distance, and said:

   "There sits the monsters who command these fiends, the Aniheran Pit Lord Agona, the self-proclaimed King of the Abyss, and the cunning Nathrezim Lord Varimathras.

go!

   KILL THEM!

   As long as you can do it, I will not only make the Mok'Nathal clan allegiance to you!

   I'll give this to you too! "

  The old Beastmaster touched a stone hanging from his waist that looked like a gem, and he said:

   "With the Heart of Magron you can command all the gronns in Draenor to fight for you, and although there are not many of them left, there are still some gronn hatchlings in the Everbloom.

   As long as you are patient enough, these rock-born beings will lay down the world for you!

  So, Pirate Blake Shaw of Azeroth, do you accept this near-death offer?

   Honestly, I think you should say no.

   You look like a big guy after all, look at your two beasts, there's nothing wrong with them other than being weak. Look again at the weapons in your hand, flashiness is their greatest strength.

   In the end, it is your beast heart, always thinking about using wisdom to control animal nature for your own use, probably the reason why you are so weak and so cute.

  You never even dared to let go of the beast. "

   "Hey, hey, be careful with your words, you orc!"

   Black's eyes shone dangerously, and he said:

   "The amount of 'prey' that I gave me last time when I gave it my all was something you, a middle-aged widower who lost his wife, could never even imagine. I don't let myself go crazy because it's unnecessary.

   My dark wisdom can solve most problems. "

   "There is always an opponent you can't solve with lies and wisdom, and then you will know why the wounded beast is the most terrifying."

   The old Beastmaster shrugged.

He says:

   "I can teach you how to control the animal nature and blend with it perfectly. This is a secret that only the Mok'Natha chief can master. I chose Rexxar to become the chief because he understood this secret on his own.

   But without the blood of Mok'Nathal, and without my help, it would be a long, long time before you got there.

I can help you.

   But you gotta get something to make me an old dead man. Then go hunting, young and ambitious beasts, and show a hand to the demons.

   also showed me this old man.

   so that I can convince myself that I will give up everything I protect at the end. "

   (end of this chapter)