Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 448 1. Trolls and furbolgs are good neighbors when they're not attacking

  Amberpine, the second colony of Lordaeron in Northrend.

   It is said to be a town, but it is actually about the size of a small town. It is built on a mountain and has an excellent location. Except that it is located in the forest, there is no way to build a city. It is almost a perfect colonial territory.

  The town is adjacent to a large river with plenty of water.

  Because the environment has not been damaged at all, the catch in this river is amazing. The fishermen in the town only need to go out for an hour or two every morning to get a lot of fresh big bass.

   And in the big forest nearby, there are enough prey for the hunters to use their skills. Once they come and go, Amber Pine Town has become a fur distribution center on the Northrend mainland.

   All kinds of furs produced here are of excellent quality, and a lot of money can be made as long as they are sent back to the Eastern Continent.

   As a result, many hunters from the Eastern Continent gather here to "Push for Gold". Every year during the hunting season, Amber Pine Town becomes very lively.

   The people here are also very hospitable.

   To any unscrupulous outsider, they will warmly send a large glass of home-brewed amber secret wine to introduce travelers to this rich and beautiful land and their not-so-distant colonial history.

  If the comer is malicious, then the fierce ♂ men outside the town will come out.

  The Kingdom of Lordaeron stationed a small but very elite army here, and their station was in an open area north of Pinewood Town.

  As long as the signal is given, the cavalry can come over in only thirty minutes.

   "But when you are really in danger, don't expect those soldiers to save your life. Everything is good in Grizzly Hills, except that trolls, bearmen and other horrible things will always come out of the woods.

   That and the kobolds and murlocs of the Old World are not the same concept at all. "

  In the tavern of Pinewood Town, the local sheriff who was very drunk, was smoking a pipe and bragging to the traveler sitting opposite him:

   "Every time a newcomer like you comes over, I will not tire of reminding you. Don't be too far from the town at night, and don't go deep into the woods without anyone accompanying you.

  Especially the place near the big tree on the gray hill in the northeast, you can't go!

  There are crazy bear people, they are not the same as the angry claw bear people in the snow mountain. They're a bunch of depraved lunatics, the kind that scare your pee out.

   And the north side.

  When the weather is good, you can go with the hunting team to the Gilnean town of Silver Creek, where the girls are very enthusiastic.

   But going to Silverbrook is the limit of hiking, you can't go any further north. "

   The sheriff grabbed the big wine glass and drank half a cup of secret wine. His face turned even redder. He opened his collar and showed the traveler opposite the old wound on his chest.

   also said in a threatening tone:

   "North of Silverstream Town, is the power of the **** frost trolls.

   Those trolls are very savage, they are cannibals. The young man who likes you the most, with thin skin and tender meat, grabs you and roasts it on the fire.

   Eat the limbs first, then the trunk.

   Do you see my injury?

   This was left when I took the militiamen to rescue a few swingers from the Old World a few years ago. That damned troll's knife was within a few centimeters of my heart at the time.

   Those **** who were looking for excitement were all freaked out, but guess what?

  Ha, I have a dwarven musket in my hand.

When    the troll's knife went into my chest, my gun also blasted half of his head off. Afterwards, those young people planned to hire me back to the Old World to be their housekeeper or something.

   But I like the freedom of this land, so I don't bother to serve those so-called nobles. "

   After talking about his heroic deeds, the sheriff, who was completely drunk, complained again. Like all old men, he began to criticize the young people today.

   He scolded:

   "Now in Silverbrook Town, a new earl is ruling. That guy is a coward who likes to mess with men. The soldiers under his command are also a bunch of cowards, and they can't stop the frost trolls.

  Bah!

   They couldn't even stop the pirates.

  Some time ago, some North Sea pirates went upstream along the Dragon Bone River and rushed into Silver Stream Town to loot. If our soldiers in Lordaeron hadn't arrived just in time, those pirates would have burned the town of Gilneas jerk.

  Bah!

   Shame, Gilneas are the worst!

   One by one they can only talk and say that they are like wolves. They are very good at small business and make money, but when they really fight, they will die. "

   "Yes, yes, I also think Gilneas are just bragging, not as heroic as we Kul Tirans, and certainly not as tough as you Lordaeron."

   Blake Shaw, who was also drunk and listened to several stories for free, grabbed the wine glass in his hand, took down his dwarf pipe, and said to the old sheriff in front of him:

   "Come, let's go, don't be afraid, drink hard, I'll have this drink today."

   "Hahaha, young people who respect the old like you are too rare now."

   When the old sheriff heard that there was no need to pay for the wine, he was immediately satisfied. While praising the generosity of the young man in front of him, he shouted and asked the tavern waitress to have some more drinks.

   Xin said that the young man in front of him was really polite and knew how to hear wisdom from the elderly, but unfortunately he was blind at such a young age and wore a strange red cloth.

   is really miserable.

   "I grew up in Kul Tiras, and we don't have trolls on our side, but I killed trolls when I fought in the Eastern Continent. These barbarians have nothing to say.

  Tell me about bears.

  There are no bears in the Eastern Continent. This is the first time I have seen those weird guys. "

  Blake took a sip of wine, picked up his pipe again, and while breathing the mist, he asked softly to the old snake in the Grizzly Hills in front of him:

   "To tell you the truth, I'm actually a troubadour who came to Northrend to collect some good stories. I heard that the local bearmen have gods they worship?

   And that **** appeared by the river near the town of Amberpine? The bears call it 'Arcturus', but the natives call it 'The Big Horn'.

   You say you have lived here for decades, have you seen it? "

   "Ah, Big Horn, of course I have seen it! But the gods of the bears are called Ursoc and Ursol, and Arcturus is just the son of the gods? It seems that there is such a saying."

  The old sheriff is so drunk that he has entered the state where he is most likely to be rhetorical. Hearing Black's question, he was drunk and said with great interest:

   "That was when I just left my hometown and came here from Andorhal. I didn't say it. When I first came, how could Pinewood Town be so prosperous now?

   is a broken town, with less than a hundred people in total.

   And I am one of the hunters with the best marksmanship. Many girls love me, but unfortunately, I got married in my hometown.

   But hey, man. "

   The old man smiled smugly and gave Blake an ambiguous look you know, but then he thought that the young man in front of him was a poor blind man, unable to share the little secret between men with him.

   could only helplessly shrug and talk about his own experience back then.

   He said to the pirates:

   "When we first came here, and the Gilneas hadn't come, the entire Grizzly Hills were only the bear and the trolls vying for control of the forest.

   We gave gifts to the local Ragepaw tribe and they allowed us to live here.

  It was at that time that I would occasionally hear a strange roar by the river at night. It was the roar of a bear, but it was more strange.

   No one else can hear it, only I can. "

  The old sheriff touched the wine stain on his mouth, he also put on a nostalgic expression and said:

   "At that time I thought I was a jerk.

   You know, people who have contact with trolls, there are always problems of this and that, those **** will use savage witchcraft to harm people.

   I was very scared at that time. Whenever the bear's roar sounded in my head at night, I would clench the gun in my hand. I could feel that the bear seemed to be calling me.

  I was terrified.

   Finally one night, I could no longer bear the fear in my heart, and rushed out of the town with a gun in hand. I followed the sound of the roar and went down to the river.

   was there, I saw it.

   Big Horn.

   It really exists.

   A lot of idiots don't believe it, but I swear I read it right that night. It's like a real **** thing, huge, bigger than any bear I've ever seen.

   But it was full of stars, so beautiful, so divine.

   It saw me too. "

   When the old man said this, he shook his head regretfully and said:

   "I was stunned by it. It seemed to be surprised by my presence, so it came towards me curiously. The closer it got to me, the more terrified I became.

  I was too young at the time, I thought it was going to hurt me, so I stupidly raised the gun and pulled the trigger.

   Then it disappeared.

   After that, I never heard the roar of the giant bear that sounded in my heart. Until a few years ago, when I was ordered to go back to the Old World to support the war against the orcs, I occasionally encountered a dwarf hunter.

   I told him about it.

  The dwarf told me that I had missed the opportunity that all high-ranking hunters have longed for in their lives but couldn't, and that I should have been qualified to be one of the best hunters in the world.

   When I finished my service and returned to Pinewood, the dwarf was with me.

   He waited here for a full year, and in the end he just took a giant toothbrush bear that he tamed on the snowy mountain, and left here with a sense of loss. "

   "Then do you regret it?"

  Black "looked" at the old sheriff, took a sip of wine, and said:

   "You missed that chance after all."

   "It's definitely impossible to say no regrets."

The old man shrugged, touched his red nose, and said:

   "But how can I say it, I was very satisfied to see the gods in the mouths of aliens once. The bears didn't kill me because I collided with their gods, and they didn't slaughter the village.

   So, I've been very lucky.

  I told this story to many hunters, they thought I was bragging, and those who had heard it all would sneak to the riverside to squat at night.

  I made enough money selling them tents.

   So, there is nothing to regret. "

   Having said this, the old man hesitated for a while, then lowered his voice and said to Blake in front of him:

   "Actually, I've saved enough money for a long time, and my son and daughter have been urging me to go back to the old continent to retire. Isn't this the end of the war. I really want to go back, but I can't put it down here.

   The main thing is, I want to see if there is any second hunter who can hear its roar like me and do what I failed to do.

   I want to see it again and apologize for my stupidity back then.

   I must have freaked it out.

   Maybe it was because of my stupid shot that it never appeared in this place again, maybe it appeared, but I couldn't hear its call.

you.

  Although you are blind, I always feel that you have an aura that no one else has. Are you also a hunter? You also came for the legend of Arcturus? "

   "Hey, you are too impolite. How can you say that people are blind?"

   Black said dissatisfiedly:

   "As for my identity, I am indeed a hunter, and I am indeed here for Bighorn, but I have been here for three days, but I have not sensed any signs of spirit beast activity nearby.

  According to you, it hasn't appeared in years, and I suspect it's in trouble now. "

"Um?"

   The old sheriff was stunned for a moment and said:

   "Why do you think this way?"

   "Because the native bears are weird."

  Black put down his glass, lay down on the table, and said to the old man:

   "Think about it carefully. Over the years, are the actions of those bears getting more and more strange?"

   "Well, they've always been weird.

  I have had contact with some local bear priests because of the relationship with the big horn. They are not as stupid as ordinary people think. On the contrary, they are very smart.

   Especially the priests, who can easily learn our language.

  I have also been to their Temple of Fury Claws.

   But the bearmen are actually divided into two factions. The bearmen who live in the big tree in the northeast are not the same as the bearmen in the temple.

   They often go to war with each other, as if the bearman living in the tree stole an artifact from the Temple of Wrathpaw many years ago.

   They were reluctant to tell me too much. "

  The old man scratched his thinning hair and said:

   "Bears are actually good neighbors.

   As long as you understand their taboos and don't anger them, they won't take the initiative to hurt you. Every year we give the bears in the mountains home-brewed mead, and they occasionally help us when the trolls come.

  The idiots in Gilneas want to imitate us too.

   But they got the wrong person.

   I heard that the messengers they sent to the big tree were eaten by the crazy bearmen there. Those bears living in big trees are bad people who eat people, and our white bear friends are good. "

   "Well, the bad things that the fallen bears of Greymawk have done are not just as simple as stealing the sacred relic of Ursoc, the **** of the wilderness, or eating people casually.

   Saying it will scare you and you won't be able to sleep tonight. "

  Blake shook his head and stopped talking. He said to the old sheriff who had almost finished drinking:

   "Anyway, thanks for the story, I don't need to waste my time waiting here. I'll have to go to the bears, if I can find Arcturus.

  I will bring it to meet your 'old friend'. "

   "Bragging."

  The old sheriff laughed and poured the last glass of wine into his mouth. He said drunkenly to Blake who stood up:

   "So many good hunters haven't found it, you alone. Cough, anyway, don't go. I'm afraid you can't recognize the way and get lost in the snowy mountains."

   "Don't be afraid, I don't use my eyes to find my way."

  The pirate stood up, threw a gold coin on the bar of the tavern, put on his hood, walked out of the tavern quickly, and easily found the little star outside.

   There are a group of young people around her, giving her various small gifts, which makes people feel that the charm of little stars is really powerful.

   "Hey, let's go."

  Blake called out, and Little Xingxing answered, ran over happily with a gift, and helped the captain out of the town. Looking at the innocent young people behind him, he was shocked.

what!

   These days, do beauties like to look for such? Could it be the legendary sugardaddy? But the blind man looked neither poor nor old.

   (end of this chapter)