Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 59. 58. Hiding in the Sands of Time

The distance from the Alterac Mountains to the Hinterlands is not dazzling. Between the two mountains with different directions, there is only Hillsbrad, a hilly plain.

After a night's flight, the well-trained Wildhammer Gryphon carried Bo Laike over Steinbrad and Chillwind Post to the vicinity of Eagle's Nest in the Hinterlands.

Wildhammer dwarves are also dwarves.

Although they call themselves the children of the sky.

But they can't stay in the sky riding a griffin all day long, they always have to live on the ground, and their architectural style is not much different from that of the copperbeard dwarves.

In the valley of the towering Eagle's Nest Mountains lies Wildhammer Castle, built against the hill, a great fortress, a city of stone.

Except that there is no big melting pot, it is not much different from Ironforge of the copperbeard dwarves.

Two hundred and thirty years ago, after the death of the mountain king Modimus, the War of the Three Hammers broke out among the dwarves.

After the Wildhammer dwarves lost their homeland in the wetlands, Grim Batol, most of their tribe lived in new homes far away from their ancestral homeland.

The Wildhammer Prince Caderos Wildhammer who led them to migrate back then has died of old age, and the Wildhammer dwarves have also adapted to their new homeland.

However, the Hinterlands, which had been at peace for two hundred and thirty years, was now also broken by the flames of war brought by invaders from another world.

When Laike sat griffin atop the griffin-bar platform atop Wildhammer Castle in the early morning light, he looked down and could easily see the human knights gathered outside the castle.

They set up a temporary camp there, and some recruits were training. Teams of knights left the camp and headed for the depths of the Hinterlands, and many Wildhammer Griffins kept rising and falling.

Those were the wounded brought back from the front, and many black bag body bags.

There are humans, and there are dwarves.

It seems that the war in the Hinterlands has only just erupted, and the battle is already very intense.

"Former Kul Tiras Navy, Third Fleet Scout Laike Xiao, come to report! Sir, this is my transfer order."

Bo Laike soon found the commander of the human army in the temporary battle hall of Wildhammer Castle. He thought he could meet the legendary General Turalyon, the great knight of the Silver Hand.

But the one who received him was only a major with a bandage on his arm.

"Ah, the legendary orc slayer is here! What exciting news."

The major grabbed the transfer order with several seals in his hand, and glanced at the commendation order under the transfer order to prove his identity. The family seal of Marshal Lothar is very important.

The major, who was under a lot of pressure, suddenly smiled.

He returned the award order to Bu Laike, patted him on the shoulder enthusiastically, and introduced to him:

"The Hinterlands lack everything now, but there is no shortage of damned greenskins. A warrior like you will definitely have a good time here. Oh, introduce yourself.

My name is Fairbanks.

A vassal of Duke Mograine, currently serving as commander in General Turalyon's legion. General Turalyon is now leading a team near Lake Valowin, helping Lady Alleria of the High Elves and her rangers.

There were not only Blackrock orcs there, they broke through a prison camp of the high elves in the hills, and rescued the leader of the trolls, a bastard named Zul'jin.

So now here, a group of Amani trolls who hate savagery help the greenskins to form a battle line.

The battle was fierce, and we lost one-tenth of our people in less than seven days.

The good news is, the orcs couldn't stand it anymore.

The bad news is, we lost that bastard in Orgrim! "

Major Fairbanks shook his fist fiercely to express his dissatisfaction.

He took Bu Laike to the military map in the war hall, pointed to the three red crosses on it, stretched out his fingers and waved further north, saying:

"That bastard must have left the Hinterlands for Quel'Thalas of the high elves. Ms. Alleria is very anxious. She is eager to return to her hometown to support her compatriots.

But the battle line has not been opened for a long time, and there is nothing we can do.

The warlord of the orcs here is a very tricky character, named Va Locke. Saurfang, he is quite cunning and powerful, and he insists on relying on orcs and trolls who are not as many as us to block our pursuit. "

Laike nodded. He looked at the tactical map in front of him. It really was a criss-cross situation. The Hinterlands were mountainous, and the large armies could not line up, so they could only fight for the front with small groups of troops.

Here again is the traditional sphere of influence of the forest trolls.

In addition to the Amani trolls, the Hinterlands also have quite powerful Xiezhi trolls, and those guys even established their own cities in the Hinterlands.

Its scale is no smaller than that of Wildhammer Castle.

The good news is that although the Vilebranch trolls are close relatives of the Amani trolls, they obviously don't intend to give all their strength to the orc war.

This relieved the pressure on the combined forces of humans and Wildhammer dwarves.

"I've heard your story, warrior, and I know your strengths and combat methods, so I won't give you specific tasks."

Major Fairbanks pointed to the tactical map and said to Boo Laike:

"Choose your hunting ground freely, and help us get rid of those green skins, the more the better!"

"Where has the most orc commanders?"

Bu Laike asked.

Fairbanks laughed, and deliberately grabbed a rough map, drew a dozen small circles on it with a quill pen, rolled it up, handed it to Laike, and said:

"These are the strongholds of the orc squad that we have discovered so far. When you go, be careful of the local trolls. Those guys have ambushed many of our scouts in the past few days because of their familiarity with the terrain."

"Okay, I'll take a break."

Bu Laike put away the map, nodded to Fairbanks, and said briefly:

"I need a quieter room, something to eat, and leave in the afternoon."

"No problem. Although this is a battlefield, it is more than enough to arrange these for a warrior."

The major laughed loudly again, and called his guards over, telling him to take Bo Laike to rest, in a stone house on the upper level of the castle.

Full of dwarf style.

Almost everything in the house is made of stone, except for a table, where a warm fire burns.

Boo Laike closed the door, walked to the stone-slotted window, and looked out.

The Griffon Riders of the Wildhammer Dwarves just took off here, and a dozen armored and majestic Griffins, carrying the roaring Wildhammer muscular sticks with blue battle patterns on their bodies, flew into the sky.

The waists of these empty knights are full of flying hammers blessed by their mountain shamans. When they are thrown out, they will dance with thunder. The destructive power is quite amazing, and it is also their special combat skill.

Muradin Bronzebeard is very good at this kind of dwarf-style fly hammer hammering, they call this "storm hammer".

"call"

Bu Laike took off the leather armor, revealing his emaciated body. He took out the unconscious little murloc Benbo Erba from the backpack at his waist. This poor little guy was doused with dragon blood last night.

The immature scales were covered with burns.

If it wasn't for its body temperature, Bo Laike would have thought it had been burned to death.

But the dragon's blood was indeed changing the life of this little murloc, its burnt scales had fallen off, and new scales had grown out just overnight.

And tougher than ever.

"Dragon blood strengthening has proven to be effective."

The pirate put the unconscious murloc into the water basin next to him, and took out several large bottles of dragon blood with a pungent smell from his luggage, and put them under his nostrils to sniff.

As for that smell.

"Hey, have you had enough sleep?"

Bu Laike didn't drink the dragon's blood recklessly, it was bad enough for him to be burned by the dragon fire once, and it was enough for him to learn a lesson, so he took out the soul lamp again, put it on the table, and reached out and tapped on it.

"Squeak, I have something to ask you."

Sefiel in the Soul Lamp is obviously very weak. Under Bu Laike's percussion, she responded in an inaudible voice:

"I need to rest, a long rest, the soul of a dragon is not necessarily tougher than you humans, especially when this damn lamp cut off half of my soul.

What are you asking? "

"How do you use your dragon blood?"

Bu Laike asked directly:

"Will it take effect if you drink it directly?"

"Drinking it will poison you."

Seifel's tone became a little more intense, but soon weakened again. It said in a lonely tone:

"We bronze dragons are different from red dragons. What we control is time, not life, but time is a kind of poison, and a mortal body cannot bear this kind of erosion.

The blood of the bronze dragon also has no effect of strengthening vitality.

It is harmful and not beneficial to you, and the blood of other giant dragons is not as powerful as you imagined. Most of the bathing dragon blood is a bizarre story told by ordinary people, which is not worth listening to. "

"But it does work, right?"

Bu Laike was playing with a small bottle, looking at the viscous blood in it, he said:

"As far as I know, the blood of the red dragon can strengthen vitality and expel weakness.

Blue dragon blood is the magical blood that mages crave. As for green dragons, druids of Kaldorei night elves occasionally use green dragon scales to release natural spells.

And I have seen with my own eyes the power of the green dragon's emerald venom.

So, what is the use of your bronze dragon blood? Sefiel, tell me, be honest, you should understand that we need to help each other right now. "

The pirate paused and added:

"If you don't tell me, I'll throw your soul and lamp into the sea in a short while!"

"you!"

The bronze dragonling was furious at this threat.

But when she thought of Hela under Hela's control, and the good reputation of that "good place", she realized that she really didn't have the capital to bargain now.

After ten seconds of silence, she said honestly:

"It allows you to cut off time and keep you young forever.

If I use a special method to smear it on my body, it can be regarded as the breath of the same kind by other bronze dragons, so as to avoid being discovered by my compatriots in the time flow.

But it's not permanent.

I am already dead.

You have to understand that the power of time in my blood will fade, no matter how hard you preserve it, the power in it will still disappear after a few years. "

"Great! I want this."

Bu Laike chuckled and said:

"I just need it to get me through my weakest time, it's taken me too much energy to deal with you, and you're just a stupid dragonling.

In case another elite member of the Quicksand Scale comes, it can easily eat me for breakfast.

Well, you see, it is not difficult at all to establish a close relationship between you and me. Now tell me how to hide me in the sands of time. "

Seifel was silent for a few seconds.

She made her request, saying:

"I'll tell you, but you can't hand me over to Hela. Before her messenger finds you again, I have to change my way of existence."

"Simple."

Bu Laike unscrewed the cap of the small bottle in hand, shook the dragon's blood in it, and said:

"The soul-inducing lamp is just a device for storing the soul, you just need to change it to a 'nest', which was very rare in the era before this thing.

But there are many wars in the current war.

Orc warlocks carry soul stones with them, and they only need a higher quality one to accommodate you to sleep in. Plus, you're in a spirit state right now, and pretty weak, right?

Craving some 'good stuff'?

Otherwise, how many 'big meals' should I treat you to? If only you were more cooperative. "

(end of this chapter)