Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 684 15. Hey, have you heard? The captain is a dirty Furycon!

   "Poof"

  The Hinterland under the night, just as the orc captain was telling the story of the past, a sudden burst of water in the lake in front of him attracted the attention of all the orcs.

   In their stunned gaze, a grotesque little fish-man crawled out of the lake holding a large purple water mushroom.

It shook the water on its body, glanced at the green-skinned orcs in front of it, smelled the fish soup in front of it, rubbed its belly, swaggered forward, sat beside Thrall, and took out a Pot and knife and fork.

   looked at the fragrant fish soup in front of him with bright eyes, and waited for the meal.

   "This little thing, hahahaha"

   The orc captain laughed and said to Thrall:

   "There are no murlocs in our world, but we have iguanas, which are much uglier than this guy. Let's get him a fish soup and see how hungry the children are."

   Thrall laughed too, picked up a spoon and made a spoonful of fish soup for Pemberton, and the little fishman croaked and drank it with a small spoon,

   But after a sip it tasted bad.

   whistled neatly, summoned his ugly otherworldly dragon, and poured the fish soup in his hand into Shad Walker's mouth.

  Alien Wurm is not picky eater.

  After drinking the fish soup, he stared at Thrall and a group of orcs holding weapons with his ugly and fierce yellow eyes.

   seems to be looking at which of them is more delicious.

   "What the **** is this!"

  Captain Galvan has fought all his life, and he has never seen such an ugly thing in front of him. The other orcs also made strange screams after seeing the spiritual pollution, and wanted to come and chop this thing with a knife.

   The little fishman let out a quack, and stood in front of Shadwalk, who was also grinning.

   It felt that these orcs were too savage, so it rolled its eyes, rolled over and mounted its ugly dragon, and staggered into the forest.

  It is going to play with Misha the Bear.

   It already knows how to please Misha.

  Isn’t it just honey, I have a lot of it in my bag.

   When such a thing was happening around, in the forest, the Frostwolf Orcs specially found a quiet cultivation woodland for their leader Shaman, and Elder Drek'Thar was also saying goodbye to Black.

  Smelly Pirate Wind Meal has been sleeping rough for five days, and he doesn't want to stay any longer.

   And learned enough animal taming from Rexxar, it's time to leave here and continue with other important things, but before leaving, there are still some things that need to be said.

   "Calculate the time. After you arrive at Wanghai Cliff, my fleet will come to pick you up in a day or two at most."

  Black said to Drek'Thar and Varok Saurfang in front of him in the tent filled with the scent of shaman's incense:

   "They'll go south along the shores of the Endless Sea, drop you off at the Goblin Dock in the Badlands, and go your own way.

   Anyway, it's basically on the edge of Reid's power.

   As for how to get along with the orthodox tribe of Lord Chief Reddor when you go to Blackrock Spire, that is your orcs' business, and I will not interfere. "

   "My heartfelt thanks for your help, Lord Black."

   Many legendary shamans who have recovered are very sincere thanks to Black.

   No matter what the purpose of this pirate is, he did indeed provide a very valuable help to the Frostwolf clan during their great migration.

  It was he who avoided a war that would cause heavy damage to the Frostwolf clan, and this kind of assistance deserves the memory of the entire clan.

   "You shouldn't give him thanks, Elder Drek'Thar."

   The legendary warrior who had dealt with Black several times before snorted and said to the Frostwolf Shaman:

"If you really want to please Lord Black, now is the time to take the initiative to talk to him about the reward. Trust me, all his aid, all love and hatred and disgust, comes at a price. ."

   "Yes, Lord Saurfang summed it up perfectly."

  Smelly pirates are not ashamed.

   He shrugged, the magic eyeballs on his shoulders rotated a few times, and stared at Drek'Thar tightly, he said:

   "I have my purpose for this aid, and now that you are safe, I can tell you too. I need Lord Drek'Thar, do me a favor at some point in the future.

   This is something only a legendary shaman can do.

   If I had other candidates, I wouldn't have spent so much effort saving the Frostwolf clan from selling you favor. Alas, there is so much in the world of Azeroth, and there are few talents in the shaman line.

   Aside from Elder Drek'Thar, the only legendary shaman I can find at this point in time is a crazy old tauren, or a royal shaman from a Zandalari troll.

   Those guys are not only on other continents far away, but they are also much harder to deal with than you.

   These Wildhammer dwarves are also unsatisfactory, and there are still shamanic heritage reservations, but this generation actually went to become Griffon Knights, so that their shamanism can't find a powerful guy.

  Otherwise, with the hatred of Wildhammer and Dark Iron, why do I need to do so much, as long as I tell the dwarves what I want to do, they will take the initiative to help without any payment. "

   "Is this related to the Dark Iron Dwarves? Or is it something that only legendary shamans can do?"

  Saurfang blinked, and the legendary warrior understood immediately.

   He said in a deep voice:

   "You're going to Molten Core?"

"bingo!"

   Black snapped his fingers and said:

"Who said warriors are stupid? Isn't that smart? Yes, I'm going to Molten Core and challenge the Fire Lord. Well, don't be afraid, I won't let Elder Drek'Thar go. sent to death.

   He is only one part of my huge plan, and there are other aspects that have not been completed.

   In short, take the Frostwolf clan to Blackrock Spire to live a life of poverty but peace of mind.

   When everything is ready, I will take the initiative to find you. In addition, the arrival of a legendary shaman will definitely allow the orthodox tribe to re-establish the shamanic heritage.

   And about this, we will talk about it later. "

   The smelly pirate gave a weird laugh, and he didn't say much, stood up and walked out of the hood, where the loyal Hippogryph Sky was already waiting for him.

   But today, he was so proud that he didn't want to let anyone other than Blake touch his sky, but he stayed beside Rexxar and let Rexxar help him smooth his bright feathers.

   "Sometimes I really sigh, is the communication ability between you legendary hunters and beasts a kind of magical magic? If it is, can I learn it?"

   Black asked.

  Rexxar glanced at him, and said in a loud voice:

   "Isn't the knowledge you've learned from me these days not enough to satisfy your appetite? I taught you all the animal taming of the Mok'Nathal clan.

   That is a secret technique that cannot be taught to others. "

   "You won't suffer either."

   Black shrugged and said:

"Didn't I tell you about those rare beasts on the land of Azeroth? I'm just adding bricks and mortar to your 'zoo', you orc don't thank you, and you still care about me .

   Alas, who is our relationship with whom? Isn't it just animal taming, so we teach it.

   Could your old stubborn father still run through the Dark Portal from Draenor and beat me up? "

   "If he does come here, then you have to be careful."

  Rexxar also made a joke, it seems that he has also been infected a little by Black's "dark wisdom" these days. After he finished laughing, he said to Blake seriously:

"My father regarded the Mok'Nathal clan as more important than life, and he is the deadliest hunter in Draenor. I can tell you frankly that even now I am not sure that I will win him. .

   If he really came to Azeroth, then you, a human who did not belong to the Mok'Nathal clan, but learned Mok'Natha hunting tactics, would definitely become his target.

   You are the first and I am the second, or I am the first and you are the second.

   But no one can run. "

   "O Beastmaster Leorox."

  Black rubbed his chin, twitching his mouth and said:

   "It is indeed a terrible opponent. I heard that he will hunt ogres when he has nothing to do. Occasionally, when he is in the mood, he will challenge Gorgrond's Goron giants?

   He, like Grom Hellscream, is the famous "Giant Killer" among the orcs.

  Tell me honestly, how many gronns did your father hunt? "

   "Before I left the clan, he had just finished the hunt for the fifth gronn."

   Rexxar whispered:

   "What was once fun has become a necessary killing to maintain the clan, and Draenor is dying, and it's not just the orcs that are affected, but the ogres and their gronns as well.

   I chose to leave when the tribe needed me most

   Maybe that's why my father was so angry. "

   "That's just the old man's stubbornness. It seems that you and I became friends for no reason. We all face the same 'family problem'."

  The smelly pirate pouted and said:

   "You don't have to think too much. Your father is just too conservative. What if he kills all the gronns in Draenor? He can't save his world with the battle axe in his hand.

   But you can.

  It's all right, let's go to Black Rock Mountain.

   Talk to Warchief Reid about his 'heart greatness', maybe you, a confused hunter, can also find a second purpose in life besides hunting.

   Okay, no more to say, I'm leaving.

   Just arrived in the Hinterlands, and I'm going to visit a 'friend', which is quite far away, so I'm going to leave immediately. "

   After he finished speaking, he blew a whistle, and the Hippogryph Vault jumped to Blake's side, touching the pirate's wrist with its antlers with a friendly face.

   "You're such a lucky guy."

  Rexxar watched Black and the sky communicate, and he suddenly said:

   "You said that you have never been able to perceive the minds of the beasts, and you can only use the soul link to command them, but you didn't find it, you have actually found a way to understand the way of the beast.

   You communicated with this majestic and mighty king of the sky, didn't you use the soul link?

  It is not even your war beast, but it is the most intimate one of your four beasts. It is willing to do everything for you and face all enemies for you.

   Don't you think the relationship between you and it is very similar to the relationship between me and Misha? "

"yes?"

  Blake touched the hippogryph beside him in surprise, he said:

   "I thought it was because I rescued it from 10,000 years of lonely watch."

   "Perhaps it did at first."

  Rexxar continued:

   "But after it gets along with you, it still chooses to trust you after getting to know you, which means that it really regards you as a person who can be trusted.

   Continue to travel around the world with it.

   It may be the key to your understanding of the "heart of the beast", and I have nothing to teach you about it. Everyone has a different understanding of how to tame beasts.

   But one thing is for sure.

  You can't use the beasts as your tool of war, you have to consider yourself one of them, so that they can truly accept you. "

   "Ah this."

  Black scratched his head and said:

   "Do you want me and my bird, wolf and bear to eat and sleep together?

   I don't really care, I'm afraid my subordinates can't stand it.

They've choreographed all sorts of vicious rumors about my eccentricities, from fetishes to sexuality, from me and my boat, to me and my ghostly dean, and these vicious rumours are getting more and more outrageous. .

   I don't want to give them any more **** gossip about me and my beast. "

   "If you're joking, then the joke is not funny. If you really think so, then I suggest you check your head."

  Rexxar seemed offended by Black's words.

   He snorted and said:

   "What's wrong with eating and living with beasts?

   In my opinion, the beasts are much more credible than those who claim to be intelligent and civilized. I just told you to ask for the heart of the beast in the domain, and I didn't say that I would turn you into a beast.

   These are two concepts. "

   After finishing speaking, the Beastmaster who suffered from social anxiety turned around and entered the forest, and the big bear Misha, who was sleeping on the other side, walked out slowly with the little murloc on his head.

   "Hey, Misha, I think you must be a Druid, right?"

   Black whispered to the languid bear:

   "Come on, there's no one else here, get up and let me see what you look like, I suspect you're a troll, or a elf.

come on.

   Don't be shy, I won't tell Rexxar. "

   Hearing this, Misha rolled her eyes and glanced at Black.

   That means it seems to be saying, are you crazy?

  Then, the brown and somewhat gray-white giant bear covered his eyes with his claws and began to sleep soundly, ignoring Black's harassment. The stinky pirate pouted, picked up the little murloc, turned over and rode on the exhilarating Hippogryph Sky.

   He pulled the reins, thought for a while, then took the reins and bridle off the head of the sky and threw them in the sack.

   He patted the hippogryph on the neck and said:

   "We're going to Hearthglen, you don't know where that place is, do you? It's okay, brother, just follow my directions. You won't get lost with me.

Walk!

take off! "

   (end of this chapter)