Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1535 168. Single love song of licking the black horns of a cow - Jiagen [2225]

   "Give me and my brother two more barrels of the best spirits!"

   In the Bloodhoof Totem City, which has just been built in the Barrens for three months, in the busiest bar in the dock area, an evil voice patted the table and shouted:

   "Bring us good wine without water, if you dare to fool us with garbage, I will tear down your broken bar! I always do what I say. Hiccup~"

   This coercive cry culminates in a comical booze hiccup that elicits laughter from the surrounding crowd of sophisticated sailors.

They are all from the South China Sea or Kul Tiras. Some of them were forced to withdraw from the golden shipping route due to the increasingly brutal business competition in the South China Sea recently. They came to this new shipping route to make a living. Some of them were civilian expeditions from Kul Tiras. , hired by sea merchants to come to this barren tauren city to see the feasibility of organizing commercial trade.

   There are others who are not good people at first glance. The fierce appearance of them sitting at the wine table and their miserable posture of lacking arms and legs shows that these guys must have lived a life of licking blood before.

   But in this new and lively city, no one refuses the arrival of these guys, and no one refuses their lavish consumption.

   Although the local Bloodhoof tauren has just learned to run a seaport city, they have the best teachers in the barrens of Thorntooth City, where the goblins rely on the sea at the end of the Golden Route to eat their mouths full of oil.

  The tauren people only need to learn how to operate from them, even if they only learn one-tenth of the goblins, it is enough to earn enough to support the huge wealth of the city.

"boom"

The tauren bartender with big arms and round waist carried two barrels of wine and placed them by the table in the corner of the lively bar. The young bartender helped the two guests to open the barrels while looking at them curiously.

   These two faces are very unfamiliar.

   But that black bull with antlers must have come from Highmountain.

  Cairne Bloodhoof Warchief has declared that the Antlers are loyal allies of the Bloodhoof, and the two clans are brothers despite the distance.

   In the blood hoof totem, some antlers are active all year round.

Therefore, for the sake of this "brother" who came from afar, the young bartender specially brought them good wine without water. These are all good spirits shipped from Pandaria, 100% Grain brewing is a rare high-quality good thing on the sea.

   "Hey, what are you looking at?"

   The curious look of the young tauren bartender soon aroused the dissatisfaction of the human who was sitting with the antlers. The guy said with a pipe in his mouth:

   "Do we have flowers on our faces?"

   "Uh, no, guest."

   The bartender smiled skillfully and said:

   "It's just that the two of you are very familiar, so I took a few more glances. Where are you from? What business do you come to Bloodhoof Totem for?"

   "Oh, that's big business."

Blake snorted and drank the spirits in the tauren-style clay pot wine glass in his hand, let out a comfortable moan, and slammed the glass on the table again, then wiped his mouth and looked like an alcoholic. boasted:

   "We're coming to this city to make a mess! I'm going to sneak into old Kane's tent, break his favorite pipe, and hang up his useless son!

  I'm going to rush into Hamuul's lair and burn all the seeds he's worked so hard to gather!

  Finally, I'm going to assemble the thugs of the Terror Totems, rush into your city and **** it, and finally make a mess of your city!

  Ha, are you afraid? "

   "Uh, guest, the Horror Totem has been renamed the Tide Totem, and those thugs from the land have also changed their careers to become pirates over the North Sea, and their camp in the Thousand Needles Forest is empty.

   I heard that he made a fortune in the North Sea and planned to build a small island in the sea to dominate. "

  The young bartender had also seen it before, and he knew that these old fur seals and drunkards would talk nonsense after drinking too much.

   He didn't care about Blake's fierce speech, just politely connected the opened wine barrel to a small tap, helped the two guests pour wine, and said:

   "The wine is ready, guests, enjoy."

   After he finished speaking, he glanced at the staghorn brother who didn't say a word and seemed very sad, shook his head, and turned to greet the other guests.

   "Hahaha, Gamor, who met a terrible fate in my prophecy, has such a good eloquence now."

  Blake squinted, staring at the young bartender who was greeting among the pack of old fur seals, took a sip from his glass, and whispered:

   "Sure enough, the environment determines the fate."

   "Are you busy enough to predict the fate of a bartender?"

   Black Horn gloomily picked up the wine glass, raised his head and drank.

   This way of drinking, Black shook his head. Although the tauren is generally strong because of his natural strength, he is generally good at drinking, but if he drinks it according to the black horn, he will have at most ten minutes.

   Hmm, this guy seems to be an adult pure-blooded black dragon with a disguised head?

  Well, that's fine.

   Even if he drank all the wine in the entire Bloodhoof Totem, he would not get drunk. The amount of alcohol in the dragons is terrifying, of course, except for the stupid little star.

   By the standards of a pirate, Little Xingxing's drinking capacity is quite good.

   But by the dragon's standard, Little Xingxing is an out-and-out weak chicken. According to Blake's statistics, an average of twenty-two bottles of wine can knock that guy down.

   "I have nothing to do in my spare time, and I will always consciously exercise my ability to predict. This is probably my way of life that is different from other prophets."

  Blake was smoking a pipe. In the rising smoke, he looked at the drunkards around him and said:

   "But no matter what world, the fate of most people is lackluster, and I don't even need to use the prophecies of the prophets to guess how their lives will unfold.

   You are really lucky in this regard, my dear Noire.

   After all, you are born strong and live a long life

  Although I just experienced the pain of lovelorn, how can I say it, this is also an experience in life, right? "

   "Don't use that word."

   Noir grabbed the glass, only to find it was empty.

   Depressed today, a flame was burning in his heart, so he simply abandoned his usual elegance, grabbed the wine barrel at hand, unplugged the faucet, and faced tons and tons of mad wins.

   Even in a group of alcoholics, such behavior is very surprising.

   At this moment, the entire bar was quiet, and the old fur seals, no matter what race, looked at the black horn who was drinking from the barrel with a stunned and admiring look.

   Even some of the drunken fellows cheered the bold alcoholic's mighty alcoholic demeanor.

  Black Horn took less than ten seconds to show off a barrel of wine under Blake's admiring gaze, he threw the empty barrel, wiped his mouth, and said to the pirate:

   "That's not a lovelorn. You know what? I feel like I've lost something important in my life, she. That woman who suddenly appeared was like a mystery, and she attracted me in an instant and made me addicted to it.

   I knew she was in disguise from day one.

   But I can't resist

   It's like an instinct, the kind of instinct that has never been awakened in 10,000 years, burning like crazy at that moment, I'm like. I can't describe, you have a lot of lovers, Blake, can you feel that feeling?

   That crazy person wants to burn himself to give everything for her, I thought I was crazy, but I am willing, even now, I can't forget her."

   "Well, you're drunk, my brother."

  Black looked into Noire's blank eyes, raised his glass, and said:

   "It seems that a bad mood really affects your alcohol consumption. Your alcohol consumption shouldn't be so bad, but I can understand the feeling you said. Don't look at me with that kind of doubt, you bastard.

  Although others see me as an out-and-out prodigal son, I know that I am not a promiscuous person.

   To tell you the truth, I have also experienced some emotional crises recently.

  You were abandoned, and I, what shall I say? I probably guessed that maybe in the near future, I will be separated from a lover for a long time."

"why?"

  Black Horn was dressed in rough clothes, picked up Blake's barrel of wine, and staged a unique trick again, his eyes were red, like an enraged black bull.

   He stared at Black and asked:

   "Why do lovers separate? Would you allow this to happen?"

   "Probably because of fate?"

  The pirate put his chin on his hand, tilted his head and said:

   "But I obviously won't allow it, nor will I accept it, even if it is fate, I will definitely cross the barrier of fate and bring her back to me.

  You know, a brief separation is for a longer companionship.

  If we survive the shackles of fate, I don't think there will be anything or power that can separate us.

   That's what I want to say to you too, my dear Noire.

  Although that lady asked me to tell you that you should forget her and live a good life in the High Mountains, she obviously doesn't know enough about men, at least not about those men who are very affectionate.

   Like you, like me.

   We will not fear the oppression of those violence and choose to give up what we truly love. Maybe you should ask yourself, are you really willing to give everything for her?

  Would you like it when you don't even know her real name? "

"boom"

   The wine barrel held by Heijiao was crushed by the power of the black bull in the next instant. As the wood chips flew horizontally, the black horn of the **** bull spewed a scorching column of air from his nostrils, and even sparks jumped.

   With red eyes he said:

   "I will, I believe in my feelings, I believe in my instincts, I have dedicated 10,000 years to the Gaoling Clan, and I have guarded that place for 10,000 years.

  Huon persuaded me to find my destiny before he died, and I always felt that my destiny was to help him take care of his blood descendants.

   But maybe.

  Perhaps this is the meaning of Huen, whom I regard as my father. He hopes that I can live my own life without being influenced by him. Before, I was unwilling because I didn't find something worthy of my pursuit.

   But now, it's different.

  Teach me, Blake, teach me what to do? "

   "Well, good question!"

  The pirate laughed and patted the table and said to Noire:

   "If you want to know what to do, you must first know who your enemy is and who is preventing you from pursuing the spark of love between you and that lady.

   Let me tell you, it's your father.

   The madman, the madman who called himself the Worldbreaker, the poor **** who was driven out of his lair by Huon Highmountain with the warhammer in your hand.

   Even if he hides, he doesn't plan to do good things. As long as he exists for a day, you must remain anonymous. The lady's departure is just to protect you.

   It is clear that she is not as ruthless and indifferent as she appears.

   She has only experienced terrifying darkness and disasters, so she does not dare to expect her own beauty. "

   Having said this, Blake touched his chin and said poetically:

   "It's like people who stay in winter for a long time, don't dare to enjoy the warm spring. If you want to win her heart, you have to defeat your father first, which is also the tradition of your race.

   is like a young lion challenging an old lion king, you must prove that you are stronger than it, so that you can completely end the curse that was born because of it, the curse infused in the blood

  Yes, you must kill it!

   Black Corner! "

   Blake's eyes flashed coldly, and he said:

   "You must kill it with me, I have my purpose, and you have your own reason to fight, we must kill it to ensure that we can all get what we want.

The best thing about    is that you have a weapon in your hand to check it, and I'm looking for a way to kill it.

  Be patient, my brother.

   We can finish this soon, we will become heroes of salvation, and you can also completely possess that mysterious and elegant lady, and make it your own.

  I believe that she will not refuse again.

   Because this is your tradition.

How about it?

  Poor lovelorn, what are you doing with me? "

"Dry!"

   Noire clenched his fists, probably because he was out of control because of drunkenness, or maybe this was his real thought. In short, Noire didn't hesitate to face Black's request.

   The big one and the small one held their hands together, declaring the establishment of the oath to fight together.

   "Two more barrels of wine! Damn it! Gamor, are you so blind? We've run out of wine, get it!"

Blake's noisy shouts echoed in this lively bar the next moment, the young bartender quickly brought two barrels of wine, and then he saw Noire and Blake each holding a barrel of wine in ten seconds. The spirits will be dazzled inside.

   These two guys seem to be on top of each other, drinking constantly, and there are good people around trying to join, but where are those alcoholics who are confident in their drinking ability who are the opponents of these two guys?

   After an hour, the whole tavern was littered with downed crumbs, but Black and Noire's binge drinking continued.

   Young bartender Gamore was terrified.

   He was determined to find the city guard to maintain order.

   The main reason is that these two alcoholics who are not easy at first sight will not give money after drinking, but a small bag of gems thrown by Noir Horn completely dispelled Gamore's concerns.

   He began to serve wine to the two distinguished guests more attentively, and soon his wine cellar was empty.

   But Black and Blackhorn walked out of the tavern, shoulder-shouldered, and the two alcoholics discussed going to Sailor Street in Kul Tiras and drinking up every bar there before midnight today.

  As Blackhorn swung the Hammer of Khaz'goroth drunkenly, the two of them escaped into the earth like magic and disappeared into the city of Bloodhoof Totem.

   A few minutes later, Gamore, the young bartender who was cleaning up the mess, heard a loud noise outside the door. He rushed out to take a look, and a group of tauren from the city defense team rushed to the highland where the chief was.

   In their cries, Garmore learned that a thief had broken into the chief's tent, broke the chief's favorite pipe, and tied the chief's son and beat him.

  The den of the Great Druid Hamuul was also broken into, and the cherished seeds of the Great Druid were all set on fire by the thugs.

   "Damn!"

   When the young bartender heard this, he suddenly remembered the drunken words Blake bragged to him just now, **** it! Wasn't that guy joking?

  Oh, are you going to the city defense army to take the initiative to surrender?

  Gamor touched his pocket, and the wine money he just accepted for a small bag of gems was getting hot. Or, before the city defense army came to catch him, would he run away?

   I heard that the Tide Totem has been recruiting tauren pirates.

   (end of this chapter)