Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 924 21. The Warriors Have No Return

On the first day without the company of the sky, the stinky pirates had to complete the long journey from Horswald to Highmountain.

Considering the peculiar terrain of Highmountain and the equally strange and hilly terrain of Stormheim, it is conservatively estimated that it will take three days to complete this journey by land.

The stinky pirate who has been spoiled for a long time is no longer the hard-working orc killer of the past. It is as uncomfortable to let him spend three days on the road as to kill him.

Fortunately, the Hell and his party gained some very rude "female friends", and Laike didn't waste much effort, so he borrowed the Storm Dragon from the Skold Aisher clan.

Although this kind of sub-dragon that controls wind and thunder is smaller in size, its flying speed is not slower than that of a giant dragon.

It carried the stinky pirates from Stormheim and arrived at Thunder Totem in Highmountain, the main city of the Gaoling Clan, in the afternoon of the same day.

As I said before, the Highmountain tauren are divided into four big clans, living in various regions of Highmountain, and shouldering different missions of the same race.

The Gaoling clan who sits on the Thunder Totem is the largest among them, and they are also in charge of the artifacts of the Gaoling tauren, and are responsible for fighting against any foreign enemies and offering sacrifices to ancestors.

When Bo Laike rode a storm dragon close to this huge city built in the mountains, with natural caves and tauren nomadic tents and logs, he was almost regarded as an intruder.

If he hadn't yelled a few more words in the tauren language, he would have been shot down with defensive ballistas by the vigilant beef man guards.

After all, Thunder Totem is very close to the border of Highmountain and Stormheim. In the past thousands of years, the relationship between the kaolin cattle and the vrykul has not been very good.

And he also rode a storm dragon unique to the vrykul.

Pulling the wind is pulling the wind, but this recognition is too high.

This is why he has been reluctant to become a "Dragon Knight".

Fortunately, after the pirate raised the eagle claws on his back and waved them in the air, the frightened guards immediately rushed to report to their chief.

Soon a tall, mature tauren wearing clan battle armor and a crown of eagle feathers came out surrounded by a group of big bulls flicking their tails.

He is holding a war halberd in his hand, which is very similar to the original eagle's claw, but the biggest feature of this chief is the huge totem pole on his back.

That thing was very heavy at first glance, about the same height as the tauren who was nearly three meters tall, like a pillar of a house, full of a heavy majesty that belonged to a brute force warrior.

And the totem of the tauren chief in front of him is carved with the head sculptures of eagles, bulls and moose with exquisite techniques, and dyed into bright colors with dyes, which looks very old and powerful.

The pirate keenly noticed that his totem and the huge totem pole erected in the center of the city facing the sky by the thunder totem had almost the same carving features and the order of arrangement of the heads of beasts.

This seemed to represent the identity of the tauren in front of him.

Bu Laike also knows that totems are mostly decorations.

But when necessary, the tauren will take them down as a convenient and ritual weapon, roaring and smashing every ignorant person who dares to provoke them.

It's not just Kaolin cattle that have a tradition of carrying totems.

Pirates know of the same tradition among the rare but powerful Bloodhoof tauren in Desolace on Kalimdor.

But not every tauren can have their own totem.

This thing is like the medal of the human army. Although it looks almost the same to outsiders, the tauren clan has its own set of cumbersome and detailed systems for awarding and classifying totems.

In a word, if you encounter a tauren warrior carrying a totem in the wild, for the sake of your life, don't go up and provoke.

If you dare to provoke a bull, you will have to pay the price!

Of course, in this area of ​​Highmountain, the fate of daring to mess with a cow is even worse.

It is usually mixed doubles by the cow and the angry bull she summons. Unless your surname is Marcus, it is not recommended to provoke these guys with horns on their heads and tails on their backs.

"Outsider, what you hold in your hand is the eagle's claw?"

The old tauren walked ten steps away from Bu Laike, and he asked a question in a low voice, using the accented Salas language, which is the "innate skill" of the kaolin cattle.

As a powerful race that fought side by side with the Kaldorei in the Battle of the Ancients, they can use the awkward language of Salas very skillfully.

"Yes, but not quite."

The pirate put the Wolf's Edge in his hand on the ground, and replied to the tauren chief in front of him. His pure Khashuru language made the chief's eyes widen.

He also switched to the language of the tauren and asked:

"Early this morning, I felt On'hara's neighing of joy as the Wings of the Hunt spread across the skies of Highmountain with a message to the Highmountain clan.

The shamans are still communicating with the ancestors who tell us that today is a day of glory.

But we didn't understand the joy of ancestors until you came.

Highmountain has lost it for too long."

"Okay, stop talking politely, Great Chief Ulan."

Bu Laike stretched out his hand and interrupted the polite words of the high-level diplomatic chief in front of him. He clapped the eagle claws in his hand and said:

"I'm here to give it back to you, by promising a brave and fearless soul to bring his story back to his homeland.

Get your lineage high priest here, and I'll tell him this story. "

"Is he the only one who can hear it?"

Chief Ulan Gaoling laughed, looking very simple and honest, he glanced at the eagle claw in Bu Laike's hand, and said:

"I guess it's a great story, and as the Warchief of Highmountain, I would also like to hear the legend described by those who lived it."

"Of course, Warchief."

The smelly pirate was not dissatisfied, he picked up the flagon and said:

"Not only can you listen to it, but you can even bring your little daughter to listen to it. If you can bring me the Hammer of Khazgoros to watch, I will be happy to tell you the story from beginning to end.

Of course, after the story is over, I will have a private chat with your Elder Blackhorn.

I think he will. "

"The holy hammer cannot be displayed in front of outsiders."

The tauren chief shook his head stubbornly and said:

"That is a great power used to resist disasters, not a collection for people to enjoy. I will send someone to invite Elder Black Horn to come over and record this story.

Please wait a moment. "

After speaking, Ulan Gaoling summoned a tauren shaman and whispered a few words.

The shaman nodded, turned around and summoned the power of the elements to transform himself into an illusory moose, and quickly rushed towards the upper floor of the Thunder Totem city.

A few minutes later, an old tauren with pure black skin, huge antlers, wearing a simple robe and holding a soul lantern was carried by the moose.

The moment he appeared, Xal'atath exclaimed in Bu Laike's ear:

"A black dragon disguised as a tauren? Or a pure-blooded black dragon that has not been tainted by Deathwing's corruption? My God! I knew you would be able to open your eyes every moment with the little master.

I thought that there had been no pure-blooded black dragons in this world for a long time.

But why should it mix with the tauren?

Is this the awakening of some peculiar obsession? "

"Hush."

The pirate hissed silently in his heart, and said:

"I'll tell you this story later, let me fulfill my promise to Narmus first."

After finishing speaking, Laike took a step forward, holding the wolf head in his hands with a sense of ritual, and walked a few steps towards the great chief and Elder Blackhorn.

As he walked, he said:

"This hunting relic returned to its hometown today, to the hands of its clansmen.

But what you have to remember is not me, the outsider who sent back the holy relic, but the last guardian of the talons, Narmus Gaoling, and stop treating him as a loser, and tell your descendants that it is A great warrior!

He has made blunders in the past through recklessness, costing himself his life, and dimming the great legacy of Highmountain.

His soul has been tortured by his failure to this day, living in self-pity and regret.

But the children of Huln Highmountain will never be defeated by ordeal.

The loser Narmus Gaoling also ushered in his moment of atonement after a long wait. He joined the servants of Odin, the Lord of War, and bravely stepped into hell.

He fought those hell souls under the coercion of Hela, the queen of hell.

He beheaded the evil general Hylagar with his own hands, and left his own legend on the cursed land with the sacred relics he had lost and his own anger as a knife.

He did nothing when he was alive, but he did great things after his death.

He washed away his disgrace with his own hands, and he brought the glory he longed for to his people and descendants, as On'hara and the wild gods witnessed.

I also witnessed everything.

He has enough qualifications to be recorded in the long history of Highmountain, and every child of the Highmountain clan must listen to his story to draw strength and courage.

He has been blessed by On'hara, and he has returned to the ranks of his ancestors, running with the glorious warriors in the endless wilderness, on the eternal hunt.

I personally tell you this story of failure and perseverance, full of warriors who can be killed but not broken, I want you to continue writing after the story of Narmus Gaoling is over his end.

That's why I'm here today. "

Bo Laike was uncommonly serious.

He handed the Wolf's Edge in his hand to the Elder of Highmountain, and said in a solemn tone:

"Choose a good owner for it.

Never forget the story of The Last Talon Keeper.

The shield maidens of Skold Ethil can testify to this story, and On'hala the Huntwing can vindicate him.

Cheers, tauren.

After countless hours and countless heroic stories, you have born a legendary warrior. "

The pure-blood black dragon disguised as a tauren blinked.

He hung the soul lantern in his hand on his waist, and took the eagle's claw with the same solemn gesture.

At the moment when the hunting relic returned to the hands of the Highmountain tribe, the roar of the eagle in its spear and the roar of the three-headed dog shook the entire Thunder Totem.

Such a vision proves that what the pirates said is true, and as the high priest of inheritance, the black dragon can naturally feel the changes in the hunting relics in his hands.

Although the appearance is completely different from the eagle's claw in memory, and although its power is much worse than when it was at its peak, the inside is exactly the same.

Elder Blackhorn also noticed that the name of Narmus had been engraved in tauren characters on this fierce hunting spear.

This is the tradition of the Eagle's Claw.

The names of those glorious guardians were engraved on the sacred hunting relics of the past, but now there is only this name on the claws of the newborn eagle, but it is like being reborn from the ashes, like a broken sword being recast,

After losing its former power and glory, it has abandoned the past and ushered in a new beginning.

"It might be a revelation."

Black Horn caressed the head of the wolf in his hand, and he said in a tauren tone:

"Thank you, traveler, we will not let down Narmus Gaoling's efforts, the failure story with him as a warning should be rewritten, and we will finish this matter soon.

But I sense in this spear your mystical connection to it.

Maybe it's not up to us to choose a master for it, it already has a master of its own. "

The tauren smiled and returned the Eagle Spear to Bu Laike, wagging his tail and said:

"For a relic like this, it's never the user who chooses it, it chooses the user. Thank you for returning the relic to Highmountain, but if that's what Eagle Claw chose, then we'll bring Accept it with awe.

It should not be left here, but should enjoy endless hunting with its owner.

It's calling you.

Mighty hunter, accept it, and become Highmountain's Talon Defender. "

"this"

Bu Laike hesitated, and he said:

"Isn't this in line with the rules? After all, this is your inheritance."

"Is the truly great inheritance resting on a single weapon? Is Gao Ling's inheritance so inconvenient?"

Black Horn asked back:

"If it doesn't want to, then we force it to keep it and it will only shame the legend left by Hun Gaoling. The Gaoling clan has never been stingy in sharing our glory with others, Traveler.

Your legend will also become part of the legend of Highmountain through the medium of the eagle's claw.

This is all good for us. "

After finishing speaking, Black Horn looked at Chief Ulan Gaoling. The latter was obviously hesitant, but after seeing Black Horn's insistence, he also nodded and said:

"Accept it! Accept the blessing of Highmountain, great hunter, and we will sing the song of the hunt for you."

The pirate was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly asked:

"Wait, I feel that there seems to be some trap hidden in your words.

If I take this spear and become the Talon Guardian of Highmountain, will I still have to come and fight for you when you turn to me in danger? "

Black Horn and the chief looked at each other, and the two honest tauren nodded at the same time.

The Great Chief plausibly said:

"Being the Guardian of the Eagle Claw means that the entire Highmountain is your hunting ground, and it is the duty of every good hunter to protect your own hunting ground. It is also the duty of the Guardian of the Eagle Claw to protect the Gaoling Clan."

But Black Horn was a little more tactful, the terribly bad tauren said softly:

"But don't worry too much, Your Excellency Guardian, we can solve most of the troubles by ourselves, only the most terrifying ones require you to fight with us.

for example

The treasure house that we have guarded for tens of thousands of years. "

That statement made the pirate blink.

He glanced at the Wolf's Edge in Black Horn's hand, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he reached out and picked it up, saying:

"Okay, I accept, but as the guardian of the eagle claws, I also have the right to recruit young tauren boys who are eager for adventure to go to the endless sea to proclaim the majesty of Highmountain, right?

I don't want too much.

Let's get together two hundred people first.

In addition, Your Excellency Black Horn, since you mentioned Deathwing's treasury, I would like to ask you to take me there personally. No matter what troubles there are, I will solve them.

As you said, this is the job of the Talon Defenders.

I think, with such a little power, as the guardian of the eagle claw, I should still have it, right? "

(end of this chapter)