Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1268 18. This Rexxar is Xun

"Starting the operation tomorrow night, targeting Gorgrond's two demon commanders, Abyss King Agona and Dread Lord Varimathras, I have already figured out the deployment of the demon fortress and planned a route for us to use. The perfect line to dive in."

Black, who returned to the Everbloom Woods at midnight, summoned Alturis the Sufferer, and Rexxar the Hunter, and by a quiet pool deep in the Everbloom Woods, the pirates took the Fel Crystal in their hands. Float and share the map and information marked in it with the two.

   He emphasized:

   "This is also a sneak hunting operation. We must kill or expel the demon leader before the local demon support arrives. To kill a rough-skinned abyss king in a short period of time, this is definitely not something ordinary people can do.

   So I'm going to give it to the Demon Hunter.

  According to the information I got, Aguna is the strongest among the demons of Anihilan, and his strength has reached a demigod. Can you handle it? "

   In the face of the pirate's question, the Demon Hunter Commander nodded. He didn't say if it was okay, but said in a serious tone:

   "Even if we fight to the last person, we will definitely complete the task."

  “.”

  The pirates were silent about this, and after a few seconds, he sighed and said:

"Being with a group of blind men who are desperately trying, I'm really under a lot of pressure. Forget it, I'll find a way to provide you with some support, lest all of Illidan's elites be buried here and let him come back and slash me with a knife. .

   Set up a large-scale fel isolation barrier, which should be enough to weaken Agona to a weak point. Another demon expelling enchantment can also buy you enough time to assassinate. "

  “?”

   The victim blinked, and he asked back:

   "Where do you get so many warlocks to set up two high-level enchantments at the same time? And to suppress a demigod demon, ordinary warlocks can't handle it, at least a legendary warlock, and more than one."

   "My power is different from Illidari, who is always ready to work hard. I pay attention to talent training, so some people can be mobilized. You just need to prepare for assassination."

   Black snorted proudly, not intending to announce his plans.

  The victim is not the kind of person who likes to ask a lot.

  If Lord Illidan can completely trust the pirate in front of him, so can he.

After discussing some details, the victim strode away to announce the "good news" to their demon slayers, and after ten thousand years of imprisonment and a brief recovery, the Illidari were about to start their righteous cause again. .

   While watching the victim leave, Black looked at the silent Rexxar again, and said in a low voice:

   "I want to preside over two great enchantments, so Varimathras will be handed over to you, no problem, right?"

   "I do my best."

  Rexxar made no promises, he whispered:

   "But before I can get rid of the demon, I have to complete the mission given to me by the Mok'Nathal clan. That betrayer, Magda, I must get rid of him with my own hands.

   Bring my stray brethren back to the clan. "

   "Magda, the Beastmaster, um, I saw him in a prophetic dream."

  Black shrugged and whispered to Rexxar:

   "Don't feel sorry for his betrayal, betraying his clan is a fate for him, no matter what future, this very talented young hunter will be confused with the word betrayal.

   Even without you, he would still embark on this path of rebellion.

   This is not your problem. "

   "That's my problem!"

  Rexxar squatted in pain by the lake where the moon was reflected in the clear forest in front of him. He grabbed his forehead and said in a sad tone:

   "Magda has adored me since he was a child. He is five years younger than me. He has been hunting with me since he was a boy. I can see from the child's eyes that he is taking me as an example.

  I also regard him as a brother, because of my father's stubbornness, I have little experience of talking to my family, but I will tell Magda all my thoughts.

   His secrecy is as good as his hunting talent.

   He also tried to run away with me. He felt that my choice was the right one. That child was too deeply influenced by me. Like me, he thought that there was no future for his clan to stay in the barbaric Gorgrond.

   He is the only person in the entire clan who supports me.

   But I didn't take him with me when I left that night, not because I questioned his ability, but because I knew my departure was an adventure.

  I myself can't be sure that I made the right choice to join the old tribe, I can't be sure that I'll survive the war to the new world, and he's too young.

   Maybe it would be a better choice for him to stay in his hometown.

   As it turns out, my concerns were right. "

  Rexxar paused, he touched the black wolfskin helmet on his face, and he said in a sad tone:

   "Ha LS' death proves that the old tribe cannot be trusted, I chose to leave again, not letting Magda follow me was the most correct choice I made in my life.

   His character may be influenced by the old tribe to become a butcher who has lost himself”

   "Eh? What are you talking about with a crooked person?"

  Blake, who was standing next to Rexxar, put down the Warlock Communication Stone in his hand. He stared blankly at Rexxar who had said a lot, and said:

   "Sorry, I was busy with mine just now, didn't hear me, do you want to say it again?

As a big guy, with a weak attitude like a girl, and then give me your apology for your little brother, who doesn't care at all what kind of beautiful past you have, and what terrible future of love and killing will there be. The smelly pirate again? "

  Blake opened a malicious smile on his face. He patted Rexxar on the shoulder and said in a low voice:

   "Or, do you really think I'm a good person to talk to? Do you really think I'd care about the fate of a **** who must die at your hands?

   Do you see me as so sentimental, so kind and like to be a confidant big brother? "

   "You sometimes really want to slash you with a knife!"

  Rexxar gritted his teeth and said:

   "Like now, I really want to give you two blows with an axe!"

   "Wow, wow, Rexxar, the warrior of the tribe, is coming to kill me, Proudmoore. I'm so scared, what should I do? Now I'm kneeling and begging for mercy, and I can't come?

  My dear friend, do you need me to lick your shoes to assuage your anger? "

  Blake jumped a few steps out like a monkey, his eyes were "horrified" and he said:

   "Seeing that you are destined to take at least one Proudmoore's life, this may be the fate of our two races."

   "Stop playing and get down to business."

  Rexxar shook his head helplessly. He looked at the blue water in front of him and asked:

   "I asked the people about Magda's betrayal, and the night he left with the people who were willing to go with him, what he said to the rest was to follow my example of leaving.

Although we all know he left in large part because of witnessing my father's death and mysterious resurrection. He knew that the result of keeping his people in the Everbloom was that the whole of Mok'Nathar would become a horrific 'living dead' '.

This is my fault.

   Black.

   As the father said, I planted the seeds of weakness in that child's heart.

   He couldn't understand the pain I felt when I left my hometown. He only learned that I chose to escape in the face of disaster.

I.

   I don't want to kill him, he's still young, he's still alive, but for the sake of the last people, for the tradition of Mok'Natha, I must kill him.

   This confuses me.

Can you help me? Blake, use your legendary dark wisdom to give me the best of both worlds and use your dark wisdom to convince me to make a choice.

   Even the best choice for you. "

   "Oops, what day is it today?"

   Black whistled and winked and said:

   "The always strong and independent hunter is weak like a bewildered child, asking for help from a bad guy, but he has always been restrained and greedy like a **** pirate.

  When you want this, you don’t want to give up the thing that you know in this world that is not perfect enough to give you the best of both worlds, right? "

   "I know, but I also know that you can always get the best of both worlds, you can always find a balance between the impossible, and you can always bring miracles to yourself and others."

  Rexxar rubbed his head and whispered:

   "This multiple-choice question is so hard, Blake, please, teach me."

   His voice was low, like a prayer.

After confirming that Rexxar was not joking, Blake looked left and right, flicked his fingers and threw out his own void magic, wrapping the two people's places, and in a thin barrier that could isolate consciousness detection and eavesdropping, he Sitting on the stone beside Rexxar, he did not speak immediately, but took up his pipe.

"Um?"

  The pirate glanced at his big orc, then pointed to his pipe, pursed his lips, and said:

   "Are you asking someone to do something, but you're so ignorant? Is this an attitude of asking for help?"

"you!"

  Black's arrogant gesture made Rexxar want to pick up an axe for him, but in the end, the orc Batman stood up, took out the flint he carried with him, and rubbed it in his hand to help the pirates light the tobacco.

   This move made the stinky pirate very satisfied. He hummed comfortably, and after breathing out a smoke ring, he stretched his voice and said:

   "Are you still angry when I call you 'Batman' in the future?"

  “.”

  Rexxa had a sullen face, wanting to refuse but finally chose silence.

   "Very well, Lord Batman, your loyal Alfred is about to serve you."

  Black saw that the big orc did not refuse, and immediately rubbed his hands happily, took out the black "Batman suit" that he had carefully prepared for a long time, and handed it to Rexxar, saying:

   "Go, put it on, and wear this to fight in the future!

Let me tell you, this thing is amazing. I made it with the black dragon skin I collected and the mantid hero and the carapace of the swarm lord. It was tanned by the best leather masters in Suramar, and I added the source material to it. Chainmail made of steel.

  Each part of this thing is epic armor, and it is legendary quality when worn in a set! That's you, others want me and I won't give it.

  There is no need to change the helmet. Your helmet is already very smelly. By the way, wash it by the water. Look at this oil, good guy, you haven't washed it in years, right? "

   "I don't understand, why are you so obsessed with all this mess?"

  Rexxar looked at the bat suit with an exaggerated cape in his hand. He couldn't bear it and couldn't help it, and said very curiously:

"What the **** is this 'Batman' you've been talking about? Why do you want me to be that weird guy you imagined! I'm guessing he's not a strong fighter, maybe a mentally ill clown or something of."

   "Why do you say that!"

  Black stood up unhappily, as if facing those **** who didn't believe in "light", he shouted:

   "That is my favorite powerful warrior, who executes justice without killing with a dark posture!

  Er, although criminals will be brutally broken by him and thrown into a lunatic asylum, he never kills! In the face of no matter how dark things are, he also has salvation in his heart.

  Look, isn't this exactly who you are now? "

   "Oh, the more you listen, the more you sound like a lunatic."

  Rexxar sneered while unbuttoning his tribal armor:

   "I've never seen a strong warrior wearing a costume to fight, this thing is more like those lonely teenagers who can't find friends and can only walk around in their mother's basement under the sheets.

   Even the exaggerated owl suits worn by the watchmen are also to express faith and hunting gestures, but your costume doesn't have that feeling."

With a "click", the orc clasped the gauntlet on his wrist, and reluctantly put on the black suit with dexterity. Blake ignored Rexxar's mad words, and put it on with his own hands. The black dragon wing cloak is fitted on the battle clothes.

  Then took a step back and looked at the brand new Rexxar in front of him. He nodded with satisfaction, rubbed his chin and said:

   "Yes, yes, except that the body is burly and the waist is always not straight, I already feel a little bit. Next, learn from me, I will say something, you say something.

  Come and say, O love Bateman!

   Remember to keep your voice low and hoarse, it's the kind of dark sound effect of a big villain, come on, come on, you're all wearing your battle clothes, don't struggle.

   You know, I always get what I want. "

  Blake took out his dwarf camera, and while focusing, he said something to the expressionless Rexxa, who recited it in a hoarse voice extremely helplessly.

   "Cool! That's it!"

  The smelly pirate is finally satisfied.

   He took several pictures and said to Rexxa, who was feeling uncomfortable in front of him:

   "I'll prepare a few more sets for you to change and wash, and you'll wear this in the future."

   "If I hadn't known you liked women, I'd have goosebumps all over my body."

  Rexxar complained:

   "Speak quickly, use your dark wisdom to advise me, I hope the humiliation I accepted today is worth it, otherwise even if we are friends, I will definitely teach you a hard lesson!"

"No hurries?"

  Blake rolled his eyes and threw the two hunting axes to Rexxar. The two hunting axes were also made into black bat forms, which looked dark and hideous.

  Rexxar is a master of weapons, he is not jerky to use such a special-shaped flying axe, he took the axe and inserted it into his waist, staring at Black, waiting for his answer.

   And the smelly pirate took out a bottle of wine, bit the stopper and took a sip, then wiped his mouth and said:

   "You are Mok'Nasa people, I will use the metaphor you are familiar with to solve your entanglement. In fact, only one sentence is needed."

   He stared at Rexxar and asked softly:

   "A young male lion who will become the lion king, will he continue to obey the old lion's teachings on the eve of his arrival as the king of beasts?"

  Rexxar froze for a moment.

   He quickly realized what Blake meant. He blinked and asked:

   "You mean, I should be right, I can make my own decisions, but the tradition of Moknatha."

   "That's a Leorox tradition!"

  Black waved his hands and said:

   "What does it have to do with you, a 'traitor' who ran away? Do the traitors still need to obey the tradition? If you insist on obeying, why did you leave in the first place?

   Do you remember why you left your ancestral land? "

   "In order to find a future for my people and clan!"

  Rexxar spoke in a deep voice as if repeating an oath.

   "Have you found the future you want?"

   Black asked rhetorically.

   The young Beastmaster nodded.

   At this point in the conversation, he has fully understood what Black meant, and the entanglement in his heart was swept away by the pirates who pushed the door to the new world, and a long-lost smile appeared on the big face plate.

   Looks like it's worth wearing these bad costumes tonight.

   "Very good, I helped you, you have to help me too, remember to put some water when hunting Varimathras"

  The pirate gave a casual admonition.

  Rexxar nodded and said:

   "I'll go all out to kill it, I'll definitely huh? Wait, what did you just say?"

   (end of this chapter)