Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 925 22. Talking with a Titan artifact in hand is hard

  Black came to High Mountain to return the eagle's claws, but he didn't expect this thing to turn around and return to his hands.

He knew that what Blackhorn said about the spear was true, and that this weapon could only be most powerful in his hands, but he also knew that the two tauren persuaded him to accept the Eagle's Claw Not just for glory and heritage.

   They have very real reasons.

  If Narmus Highmountain is still alive, then he must be the most suitable defender of Eagle Claw.

   But Narmus had already gone to the Shadow Realm, and the Holy Relic could not find a suitable user for a while when it returned to the Highmountain Clan.

  Because after the loss of the eagle's claws many years ago, the way of hunting of the Gaoling clan has been completely stagnant, and the former hunting clan, the Tianjiao clan, has also declined a lot.

   Now, after many years, the tauren people of High Mountain have few good hunters and are rich in powerful warriors.

   This sacred relic falls into the hands of the tauren, and it will not be able to exert its combat effectiveness for at least ten years.

The connection between   Eagle's Claw and him has proved that Blake killed the three-headed hellhound with his own hands, and he can do such an impossible thing before he reaches the legend, and the future of such a strong man is limitless.

   Asking him to serve as the Eagle's Claw Guardian is only good for Highmountain, not bad.

   And as long as this hunting artifact is still in his hands, he can't sit idly by when the Highmountain Tauren is in trouble.

   This principle can be understood by any tauren with a little wisdom. As for the unconvinced boys in the clan, it is not a problem. They can completely challenge the guardian of the eagle claw.

   is just to sharpen the now decadent hunting methods of the Gaoling tribes.

   This is the benefit of killing three birds with one stone.

   But Black is so shrewd, he instantly saw through the thoughts of the Great Chief and the High Priest, but he did not choose to refuse.

   After all, the fighting power of the Gaoling Tauren is still very fragrant.

   Even if these simple and honest guys are unwilling to do business, throwing them into Tol Barad Island can effectively strengthen the defense of their base camp.

   The best part is that Black doesn't even need to pay these tauren salaries, inspired by the reputation of the eagle's claw guardian.

  For the glory of the Eagle Claw Guardian, bring your own dry food to fight!

   Wonderful.

  If such a useful tool is not used properly, it is simply blinding the dark wisdom of pirates.

   So the two sides hit it off.

   can be called a model of mutual utilization and win-win cooperation.

   A few hours later, when night fell, a grand banquet was opened on the Thunder Totem, and the chiefs of the other three clans who rushed over confirmed that the return of the hunting relic was also overjoyed.

  When the joyful tauren sang a rich hunting song, blessing the new eagle claw guardian.

  The chief of the Skyhorn Tribe, Lashan Skyhorn, the strongest hunter of the Gaoling Tauren, proposed to discuss hunting with Black. Obviously, as a hunter, he also wanted to compete for the glory of the Eagle Claw Defender.

   For this challenge, the pirates readily accepted.

  Under the gaze of the tauren chiefs of Gaoling, he knocked down the legendary hunter Lashan Tianjiao in only three minutes, showing his powerful strength and winning the approval of the tauren chiefs.

The   Tianjiao tribe promised to send a hundred hunters to follow in the footsteps of the Eagle Claw defenders, and the other three clans also assembled a hundred guards.

   is exactly the 200 people Black asked for.

   Not one more.

   The pirates were so angry that they scolded the tauren for being stingy in their hearts. They really blinded their simple and honest appearance.

   But soon, he was happy.

  Because of his detached status as the guardian of Eagle Claws, the secret place that the Gaoling Clan had guarded for thousands of years was finally opened for him.

  Under the darkness of night, Elder Blackhorn refused to follow the others, and rode a bighorned deer alone to lead Black to Deathwing's lair.

  These two guys kept silent and walked along the steep mountain road in the dark night.

   It was not until he left the Thunder Totem that was full of joy tonight and entered the silent mountain. Heijiao, the tauren soul walker who led the way, said slowly:

   "How are my ignorant compatriots?"

   "Aren't your compatriots in Thunder Totem?"

   Riding behind the shaking big horn, he was hanging a carrot with a stick. Blake, who was tempting the big horn to bite, was also pretending to be stupid. He snorted and said:

   "Thunder totems are all your ox-headed family members, Elder Blackhorn, I heard from the broken-mouth guards who had drunk too much, you have lived for innumerable years.

   It is said that it is the blessing of the ancestors that allows you to escape the pursuit of time.

   The memory in your mind is a silhouette of Highmountain's great history.

  I even heard them say that you are a child picked up in the mountains by Huen Gaoling. Those great stories about Huon Gaoling that are "slightly exaggerated" are also from your descriptions.

Is it really? "

   "Are you going to play stupid with me?"

   Blackhorn, who was riding on the saddle of the bighorn deer, turned his head and glanced at Black. The eyes of this black tauren shone with flames burning in the dark night.

   It was a pair of snake eyes that Blake was very familiar with.

   Onyxia and Nefarian both have such eyes.

   However, compared to them, Heijiao's eyes were obviously clearer, and there was no hazy light blocking the eyes of the pair of giant dragons.

   He obviously didn't intend to pretend, so he said bluntly:

   "You smell like a black dragon.

  You must have been with a black dragon for a long time. I doubt that you are a servant of the Black Dragon Legion, but to be honest, I don't think those fallen compatriots have the ability to charm a powerful guy like you.

  Deathwing himself is about the same.

   But I have learned from distant news that Deathwing has returned to Deepholm, and the Destroyer has been badly wounded, said to be a mark of shame left by mortals for it.

   Are you the legendary pirate who calculated Deathwing? "

   "It's down there."

  Black made an aristocratic etiquette behind the war bear, he said:

   "I do have a black dragon servant who wants to 'eat' my dragon all the time.

   She should be considered your sister, and, although Deathwing may not care about that, I think you should call her 'father' when you talk about it? "

   "I can, but that doesn't mean I want to."

   Spirit Walker Black Horn has nothing to do with other black dragons.

   He didn't seem to intend to reveal his dragon form in front of the pirates, and the pair of dragon eyes and snake pupils also changed back to the bright eyes of the old tauren.

   He sighed casually and said:

   "It's not my choice to be born a black dragon, it's just the malice of fate, and when Huen and the drowbars expelled Deathwing together, they didn't kill me who just broke the eggshell and escaped.

   He had every reason to do that, but he let me go.

   This kindness is enough for me to remember to this day.

   He chose to raise me and gave me a new identity, so that I don't have to hide in this world that doesn't belong to us like other compatriots.

   In my opinion, Hoon is more like my father.

   As for Deathwing

   It's just a stranger to me in a distant story. "

   The pirate who heard these words nodded again and again.

   After a few seconds of silence, he asked:

   "So, don't you want my presence to disturb your game with the Highmountain tauren? You want me to help you hide this news, and don't want me to drag you into the Black Dragonflight's troubles?

   Do you want to maintain this hidden identity and let the world see the soul walker Ebonhorn instead of the pure blood black dragon Ibizan? But you know, even if I don't declare your identity, trouble will find you sooner or later. "

   "As long as you don't do it."

  Black Horn didn't care about the pirate's reminder. He looked at the quiet mountains around him in the dark night, and said slowly with the aged tone that an old tauren should have:

   "They were looking for me a long time ago, and the skeletons of those 'compatriots' who tried to disturb my life have been buried in this stubborn High Mountain.

   Their polluted flesh can also nourish the creatures in this mountain, and the earth will not hate their devotion.

   It may be troublesome when you are alive, but when you die, it is nothing. "

   "My dear, my whole body gets chills when you hear that."

  Blake spit out:

   "In the past 10,000 years, how many black dragons have you killed?"

   "Three? Five? Or seven?"

   Blackhorn shook his antlers and said:

   "Sorry, I can't remember exactly.

   But it's easy to get rid of them, they all come for Deathwing's lair, they stubbornly believe that there is a hidden power belonging to Deathwing in the lair of the Black Dragon King.

   They are fascinated by power.

  When encountering a 'zealous' helping their compatriots, they will all lose their due vigilance without exception. However, there's more than just treasure in Deathwing's lair

  After losing several black dragons in a row, those fallen guys seem to have learned their lesson, and they no longer send people over.

   I can finally live a quiet life.

   I'm not really a Highmountain tauren, but that's okay, I can pretend I am. I remember the warmth and love my father gave me, and after he left, I passed on this love to his descendants.

  I am the Guardian, Blake Shaw. "

  Black Horn stopped the big horned deer's advance, and jumped off the saddle of the mount slowly, he beat his waist playfully, and said to the pirate behind him:

   "I am the guardian of Highmountain, and I will not allow any evil to infect my people, any!"

   "Wow, it's finally the threat part I was looking forward to."

  The pirates rubbed their hands in the dark.

   backhanded the front of the alpha wolf, and without seeing any orders, Dajiao, who was lying there eating carrots, stepped forward, silently blocking the road at the other end of the blackhorn.

  A silent black-feathered falcon flapped its wings and landed on the stone beside the mountain road, staring at the old tauren in front of him with its sharp eyes.

   In the long howl of the wolf, a big dire wolf also stepped out of the shadows.

  The smelly pirate stared at the black horn in front of him and said expectantly:

   "It's been a long time since someone said such a tough thing to me.

  The void in my mind is echoing to tempt me, they are telling me the weakness of a thousand-year-old black dragon, they are howling to let me complete a great cause of dragon slaying.

   They long to see me replicate the birth of the Worldbreaker by offering them the last pure black dragon in your world.

   Maybe I can give it a try? "

   "Don't play with your dangerous brain, it's a bad friend who abets you in crime."

   Heijiao had no fear, and slowly picked up the soul lantern on his waist. Under the pirate's gaze, he turned his left hand slightly, and a quaint titan stone hammer appeared in his hand.

   The moment that thing appeared, Black heard the will of the whole world gather and roar at him in a trance.

   On the character card in front of him, a line of thoughtful handwriting jumped out: Ms. Elune does not recommend you to do dangerous things, and she does not think you can face a pure-blooded black dragon holding the holy hammer of Khazgros.

   "Come prepared, okay okay, just kidding."

  The stinky pirate leaned on the front of the wolf, kicked the frost claw beside his feet, and said:

   "Why don't you do a dance for Lord Noir? I beg him to spare our four dog lives."

   "Just dance."

  The tauren shook his head, stroking the holy hammer of Khaz'gros in his hand, and said:

   "I'm not going to fight you.

   I just wanted to tell you how painful it was for those fallen black dragons to be smashed to the skull by this hammer, you definitely don't want to try that feeling.

   There are also a few black dragon corpses piled up in Deathwing's treasury, maybe you can help me 'deal' with it, Eagle Claw Defender of Highmountain. "

   "No problem, I like picking up litter the most."

  Black stared at the Hammer of Khaz'goroth in Blackhorn's hand, and he said happily:

   "But I can't do it in vain. Can you lend me this holy hammer to play with? Look, you are facing a greedy pirate and taking out good things, you are clearly tempting me.

  If I don't take the bait, I'm sorry for your performance. "

   "Borrow, yes."

   Black Horn said in a deep voice:

"but not now.

   When it's time for it to appear, I'll personally deliver it to you. This holy hammer forges the earth of the whole world, and it is one with the heart of the world.

   It had given me information and warnings that perhaps a disaster was imminent.

   and you

  You may be a very important part of it, after all, Huen also told me, saying."

   Having said this, Noire suddenly stopped talking.

   He glanced at the pirate, threw him a stone emblem, and said:

   "Deathwing's lair is just ahead, go yourself, you can take everything inside, it's useless for us to ask for those treasures anyway.

   In addition, there is an evil force looming over this land, and its target is undoubtedly you.

  I feel like you are preparing for a decisive battle, do you need my help? "

   "Not necessary."

  The pirate whistled and played with the stone key in his hand. He glanced at the Hammer of Khazgros and said:

   "The weapons of mass destruction in your hand will frighten it, I don't want it to run away, I will solve this matter, and don't bother Lord Noire.

   Finally, I have a question.

  You said just now that Hoon told you. What did he tell you? "

  Black said quietly:

   "Did he see me 10,000 years ago?"

   (end of this chapter)