Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 680 11. Rexxar never takes off his mask!

   "This? This is the trade wind crow, a native species of Azeroth, a strange bird that mixes courage, wisdom and loyalty.

  They only appear near the sea, they dare to fight against the wind and waves, they fly fast and steady, and they are rarely very smart. "

  Black stroked the shivering bird's head on his shoulders in disapproval, and said to Rexxar:

   "You must not have such a powerful bird in the world of Draenor, right? This is the first time you have seen such a magical creature, right?"

   "Well, in our world, there really is no such 'magical' creature."

  Rexxar raised his eyes.

   He touched the head of the giant bear Misha who was squatting beside him, and said meaningfully to Blake:

   "It does take courage to treat such a magical bird as a beast of war. Hunter of humans, good luck for you. Also, thank you for helping me retrieve the relics of Ha LS.

  It means something extraordinary to me. "

   This orc hunter, strong enough and silent enough, stroked the rough wolf tooth pendant around his neck, and he seemed to fall into nostalgia for the past.

The giant bear Misha around    sensed the grief of his companions.

It touched Rexxar's hand with its own head, and the fat porcupine Hoffer, who was as fat as a small tank, groaned and turned his mouth through the snow to find food, was also tossing around Rexxar. The tail turns around.

   Blake was very envious of this scene.

   He turned his head and glanced at Bighorn and Frostpaw squatting beside him. The bear and the wolf also noticed Blake's eyes, but they pretended not to see it and tilted their heads to "appreciate the scenery".

  , the "salary" that the stinky pirates pay them is not worth making them so obedient and obedient.

   "I owe you a favor, human."

   After more than ten seconds, Rexxar came to his senses. The tall orc put the rune battle axe in his hand back to his waist, nodded to Black, and said:

   "When you need help, I will do my best to help you. But my mission here is over. I am addicted to the conspiracy, and Kargath, who is carrying out the conspiracy, has been defeated and captured by Saurfang.

   I trust Saurfang will give him a fair trial.

   It's time for me to continue my journey too. "

   After finishing speaking, he simply took his bear and pig, and the eagle in the sky to leave, but was stopped by Black.

   "Hey, why don't you go back to your clan?"

   Pirates shouted:

   "You should know that they need you now, right?"

   "Clan?"

  Rexxar looked back suspiciously and said:

   "When I followed Brox before, I went to Blackrock Mountain. Red, who called himself the Warchief, was a cunning orc, but he did well place the orcs who were willing to follow him in Blackrock Spire.

   Although they occasionally go hungry, there is no more war.

   They also drew a line from the evil Shadow Council.

   In addition, the brave Kor'kron clan has migrated to the past, and they do not need my help. "

   "No no no, I'm talking about your clan!"

  Black looked at the runic axe on Rexxar's waist and explained:

   "I'm talking about the Mok'Nathal clan, the clan with the same background as you, a half-ogre half-orc clan."

   "You actually know Mok'Natha?"

  Rexxar was really surprised.

   He re-evaluated Black with a scrutiny, and said:

   "Not many people from my clan followed the old tribe through the Dark Portal to your world. I am also the only group of clan orcs who have left Mok'Nathal territory and wandered outside in hundreds of years.

  My people.

  No, they are strong enough.

   They don't need my help.

   I have left there, I am no longer one of them. "

  Rexxar was silent for a moment, and said a little lost:

   "Just because you're a half-blood doesn't mean you're a Mok'Natha.

   That's something my father used to say, and I've broken with him. Yet even my compatriots know very little about Mok'Nathal, how do you know so clearly? "

   "I am a hunter and I am interested in all powerful hunting techniques. I learn from elves, I learn from dwarves, I learn from demons

   Of course I can also learn from the orcs.

   When it comes to the hunting skills of the orcs, besides the Blood Ring clan, who else can match the Mok'Nasa Beastmasters who are "natural hunters"? "

  Blake shrugged, and threw the Lingxian longbow in his hand to Rexxar, who took it in his hand to examine it carefully, and after a few seconds, he threw the bow back.

Say:

   "Great weapons, but some are too delicate to be used for hunting and more like ritual offerings."

   "Yeah, I also think it's too fragile."

  Black carried the Lingxian longbow behind his back and said to Rexxar:

   "I've been looking for a weapon to replace it, and there are a few replacements out there, but they're all hard to come by. Let's talk about it, Rexxar, you may not know it, but I've been looking for you.

  I want to learn the skills of the Beastmasters from you.

   And the Mok'Nathal hunting tactics you just used, I'm also very interested, maybe we can communicate as peers?

   If your teaching requires 'tuition', I'd be happy to pay it on the spot.

   I have always understood the price of valuable knowledge. "

   "No, I can't teach you."

  Rexxar's refusal was neat, and he said to Black:

   "Your hunting style has been formed, and you have chosen the bow as your weapon, which means you cannot learn Mok'Nathal tactics. Most of our hunting skills are close-quarters combat.

   The opponents that the Mok'nasa clan has to face for generations are not solved by bows and arrows. Unless we operate stealthily, we rarely use long-range weapons in battle. "

   "No no no, your understanding of me is still a little off, my orc friend."

  The pirate shook his head.

   Under Rexxar's gaze, he stretched out his hand to take out two Shadow Moon Blades from his luggage, and when he moved his fingers, the hideous thing spun around in his palm a few times, just like two saw blades.

   He grabbed the handle of the moon blade and made a watcher's preparation attack on Rexxar, saying:

   "I think I can learn, why don't you test my talent before you start teaching?"

   "No, I'm not interested in pointless battles."

  Rexxar took a step back and refused.

  Black's strange enthusiasm made this powerful orc with social phobia a little hard to resist, he could only wave his hands and say:

   "I won't fight you, not even in a friendly sparring.

  My strength is too great, and if I can't control it, it may hurt you. And I'm desperate to get out of here and roam somewhere new, so, I."

   "If you get hurt, it's my problem, not yours. Don't worry about hurting me. Of course, maybe you can try to see if you can do it."

   Black flashed with a whoosh.

   The Moon Blade in his hand swung a shadowy attack without killing intent, which was precisely blocked by Rexxar's rune battle axe.

   Misha, who was beside the orc beastmaster, roared to come to help, but was knocked away by the big horns that came up.

This collision angered Misha. The female bear was two circles bigger than Dajiao. Seeing that the "little" bear dared to fight back, Misha slapped her with a slap and made Dajiao dizzy. The giant bear hugged and fell to the side.

   The lazy porcupine Hofer also found Frostpaw as an opponent. The cunning ghost wolf wanted to sneak attack, but when he dared to approach, he was trampled by the war brought by Hoffer's weight advantage and forced him out of the soul walk.

   was then shot by a porcupine with spikes to teach him to be a man.

Although the    Soul Beast has no entity and can avoid most physical damage, Frostclaw is still made to scream by these spikes.

   As for Hisari Crow.

  Well, it was a little too frivolous to let this Miss Druid of Raptor, who was still in a "secret working state", to deal with a legendary eagle, so Black sent his own big-eyed servant.

   Let Glazer, who also has the ability to fly, entangle the Falcon Spire.

   "I really don't want to fight you, human."

  Rexxar and Blake were fighting in place, and the orc said in a low voice:

   "My hunting instinct is warning me that you are a very dangerous guy, there is no such thing as friendly exchanges between us, and you have to use real power to win.

   But you and I are not enemies

  I am not anyone's enemy.

   After stepping into your world with the old tribe, I have been indulging in senseless violence for so long, those sickening years of war that cost me my soulmate.

  Ha LS' death was a warning.

  A butcher who uses violence recklessly will eventually be swallowed up by the evil consequences of violence. "

   "I'll admit you're right and full of some kind of philosophy I know but have a hard time understanding that makes you seem violent and philosophical.

   But I'm still a prophet, Rexxar.

   Occasionally, I can see different trends in the future. "

  Black swung the moonblade over Rexxar's neck, and was jumped away by the latter. This huge orc possesses lethal dexterity that is completely incommensurate with his size.

   is like a mix of a bear and a cat.

  The stinky pirate spun the moon blade in his palm and threw the moon blade with a fatal throw, only to be smashed to the ground by Rexxar with an axe.

   Fast as lightning, preying like a viper.

   "In a future that I see, you! Rexxar Reema, as an accomplice of a group of orcs, will kill my family with your own hands. Of course, that may not be your fault.

  I don't hate you for what didn't happen.

  I really just want to learn something from you, but it seems that you are really a person who clearly has great power but pursues inner peace.

   So, I decided to ask you for advice in a different way. "

  The pirate moved his shoulders, and he said to Rexxar, who looked conflicted:

   "Take this as a competition, if you win, I'll show you a place where you can find truly like-minded partners

   There are legendary hunters who are as lonely as you are.

   They have crossed the racial confrontation, the competition of civilizations and the hatred of each other. They are a noble group formed for a noble goal.

  There you can not only find peace of mind, but also make real friends.

  You are a person who lacks purpose.

   Maybe there, you can find a goal you are willing to spend your whole life for. "

  Black looked at Rexxar who was silent in front of him, and he said:

   "You know, in our world, the line between civilization and wilderness is not clear, so you don't have to flee into the wilderness to escape endless war.

   Anyone needs friends.

   You need that too. "

   "I already have three noble friends who are loyal enough, and I don't think I need more. But, I do have a little interest in the place you mentioned.

   In this world full of hatred and strife, is there really such a peaceful place? "

  Rexxar seems to be interested.

   He also moved his broad shoulders and asked:

   "Are you sure you're not telling a fairy tale?"

   "You can see with your own eyes."

   Black grinned and said:

   "After the Wolf Warrior you grew up with died at the hands of those **** Shadow Council warlocks, you refused to communicate with intelligent life.

   You have chosen strange beasts as your companions.

   But you can make friends with wild **, you can also make friends with nobles, I believe, they will also expect to join you as a good hunter.

   The world is big, Rexxar, and you have a lifetime to explore its mysteries.

  Why can't you be more tolerant of yourself?

   Give yourself a chance and give it a try.

   You might like that place.

   And you have a lifetime to overcome your social phobia, why can't you generously give me a little time?

   Come on, teach me something.

   Then I will tell you the location of that hunting holy place that belongs only to hunters. You can go there with a friend of mine and have someone on the way to take care of you.

   Explain in advance that they will definitely test you, and that test will not be so easy to pass. "

  The Beastmaster of Mok'Natha was silent for a few seconds. He wiped the wolf tooth pendant on his neck and touched his wolfskin hat. He said:

   "I'm really excited.

   No matter where I go on this continent, I will encounter disputes between humans and orcs. I really want to leave here and explore the unknown.

   If you can help me achieve this, I'd really love to try it.

   Then come on.

   Communication between peers. "

  “Shu”

   After Rexxar finished saying this, a prompt popped up on the character card in front of Blake:

  Rexxar Reema will show you the most amazing and best hunting and combat skills in the world of Draenor, and you can try to learn "Mok'Nathar Hunting Tactics" from this battle.

The    learning effect will depend on the battle result.

   NOTE: Such learning opportunities are very rare, please take them seriously.

  “Shu”

  Black grabbed the moon blade, and with the other hand pulled out the legendary longsword from his waist, the bow tied behind his head with the red eyepatch was beating, and the stinky pirate grinned.

   He tilted his head and said:

   "But since it's a competition, I also have my reward. I think your 'Batman helmet' is pretty good, and I'll do my best to get it.

  My friend Rexxar.

   Fight to protect your mask. "

   (end of this chapter)