Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 951 47. There is always something more important than victory (Part 2)——New Year's update, happy new year [1015]

In the middle of Kalimdor, south of Stonetalon Mountains and north of Feralas Forest, there is a barren and mysterious land.

This is called Desolation.

It’s not a good place just by the name. It used to be a lush forest like Ashenvale and Feralas, but mysterious things happened on this land, which led to a qualitative shift in the power of the land.

The once forest was razed, and the fertile land was replaced by the desolate Gobi.

It became barren, making it impossible for the elves to survive here. The Kaldorei Sentinel could only establish an outpost in the only remaining woodland valley to monitor this barbaric area.

The druids also wanted to heal this place, but some special reasons prevented them from setting foot in Desolace. Before the elves left, this wilderness had a new owner.

In the past thousands of years, the barbaric centaurs who mysteriously emerged from the Gobi wilderness have occupied most of the territory of Desolace, and the tauren live next to these barbarians.

The war between the two clans has been going on for many years.

The reason is that the terrible fecundity of the centaurs and the unrestrained hunting and killing lead to fewer and fewer creatures on this land.

These barbarians, who had nothing to do with civilization, killed almost everything they could hunt. When they ran to the Stone Talon Mountains to plunder, they were attacked head-on by the silver-winged sentinels of the night elves, and then turned back to bully themselves "Old Neighborhood".

Although the local tauren are also very good at fighting, their number is small, and their difficulty in reproduction is their flaw. Therefore, the bloodhoof tauren has always been at a disadvantage in battle.

A few years ago, the Bloodhoof clan had sent all the old and weak, women and children to a mountain grassland called Mulgore, and the remaining adult warriors stayed in the desolate place to fight against the centaurs.

The tauren are unwilling to give up their ancestral land.

But helplessly, the advantage of the centaur coming and going like the wind is too great, they can only defend passively, and are consumed by those barbarians bit by bit.

If this continues, within a few years, the Bloodhoof Clan will be completely defeated.

Kane Bloodhoof, who is now the chieftain of the Bloodhoof tauren, completed today's inspection of the tribal territory. He and several guards returned to their camp on a huge Kodo beast.

Although not long ago, with the assistance of an outsider, they launched an extremely successful night attack on the nearby centaur clan, beheading the commanders of the centaur, and almost killing the war. Khan, forcing the centaur to withdraw completely from the territory of the Bloodhoof clan.

But in less than half a month, those centaurs showed signs of making a comeback.

This discovery made the brave and wise chief Kane very distressed.

He knew that every warrior of the Bloodhoof tribe was a precious asset, but he couldn't relax in the slightest when facing the centaurs who would never understand the truth.

The years of war have exhausted Kane himself, not to mention the clansmen who have endured all this in silence.

Some people even incited the warriors in the clan to give up the ancestral land of the Bloodhoof clan and leave this long-dried land to the centaurs.

Withdrawal does not mean that it cannot be withdrawn.

The ecological balance of Desolace has long been destroyed by the hunting centaurs, and there is not much point in staying here.

But there are rules for retreating.

Just withdrawing like this can only ensure temporary safety. Once the centaur can't find food supplies in Desolace, they will follow.

When the time comes, once the centaur rushes into the Mulgore Grassland where the tauren finally found, will the Bloodhoof clan retreat to other places?

Centaurs are hungry wolves!

The warriors of Bloodhoof must stick to the desolate land in order to protect the peaceful life of the people in the rear.

Back in the tent, Kane Bloodhoof put the rune spear he made by himself by the campfire, and sat cross-legged while beating his waist. Although the tauren chieftain is still in his prime, he is not young anymore.

He's still strong, but occasionally feels out of energy.

Even the vision became blurred.

But he knew that he had to persevere, for the sake of his clan, for his son who lived in Mulgore, and for the inheritance of the Bloodhoof clan.

Kane made himself a pot of herbal soup and put some bones in it.

The tauren are masters of collecting herbs, blessed by the mother earth, they can always find good nourishing things on the roadside or in the jungle.

Just as the herbal broth was almost ready, another tauren visited him.

"Hamuel, come on, the soup is ready."

Kane boldly called his brother-like friend.

The old tauren named Hamuul Runetotem also sat down with a smile, and took out a few freshly picked Ningshen flowers from his herbal bag and threw them into the soup.

This kind of herbal medicine can make the medicinal soup have the effect of soothing the mind and sleeping well. He knew that Kane had been haunted by a "weird dream" during this period of time.

Of course, Hamuul, the chief think tank of the Bloodhoof clan, didn't come here today to drink soup.

"Kane, Magatha is joining forces in the clan again, that old war crone is still trying to force you to agree to their idea of ​​retreating across the board.

She murmured that her communication with Mother Earth had terrible results last night, and she also announced to the tribe that a terrible revenge from the centaur was coming.

You must act! "

Hamuul sat on the ground, wagging his tail, and said in the characteristic tauren voice:

"Many clansmen couldn't hold on any longer, and our request for help from the night elves never got a response, which made the clansmen lose the courage to persevere.

This land is becoming more and more overwhelmed. Every day, I can hear the moaning of Mother Earth, which is being tortured by the barbaric centaurs.

And although there is no evidence, I still suspect that there must be a deeper reason for the rapid deterioration of Desolace's ecology. "

"It's no use talking now, Hamuul."

Kane untied the lid of the soup pot, filled a bowl of soup for Hamuel with a wooden bowl, and poured another bowl for himself. The chief with the broken horn on the left took a sip of the aroma of the medicinal soup, and he whispered Say:

"We have to contain the centaur's rampant behavior before we can buy time to heal the land. But our numbers are too small to launch a decisive battle to defeat the centaur.

Those bastards are so raw.

Alas, if only our nimble friend, Old Chen, was still here. With him scouting for us, we could win a victory just like last time. "

"Chen Stormstout is a wanderer, Kane, and it would be nice if he broke his own taboo and helped us win."

Hamuul shook his head and said:

"After all, we still have to rely on ourselves. I came here today for this matter. Have you still had that strange dream in the past few days?"

"Ok."

Kane didn't really want to discuss it.

But since Hamuul opened his mouth, he put down the bowl, rubbed his big head, and sprayed a column of air from his nostrils, and the gold ring inlaid on the nasal bone collided and swayed.

He said with some regret:

"It's hard for me to sleep well, Hamuel.

At night, when I close my eyes, I can see the golden fortress floating in the sky. Those flying Valkyries surrounded the golden titan.

He's inviting me to a battle, thousands of miles away on another continent.

He told me he had noticed that I had spent my life at war with centaurs. He described me as a 'tireless defender of the world' and he promised me the crowning glory of a fighter. "

Having said that, Kane shook his head and picked up his bowl again.

Tauren Chieftain says:

"But what use is it that I want glory?

My people clearly need me more than an inexplicable invitation to battle.

I don't even dare to think about what kind of terrible things the crazy Magatha will do in the clan if I leave here for a while. The Bloodhoof clan is not as strong as it used to be, and we cannot afford to fail. "

"I think you should go and answer that invitation, Kane."

Hamuul finally spoke his persuasion.

He drank the medicinal soup in the bowl in one gulp, and said seriously:

"Don't refute me first, listen to my reasons."

"Well, go ahead, Hamuul, I've always been convinced of your wisdom."

Kane also finished drinking the medicinal soup in his hand and groaned comfortably. He put down the bowl in his hand, picked up the tauren pipe next to him, put in his homemade tobacco, and leaned against the pillar of the tent.

The shaman Hamuir in front of him coughed a few times and said:

"You still remember that when Old Chen was drinking with us, he described the outside world to us. Outside of Kalimdor, there are two other continents.

There are other civilizations besides us, night elves and centaurs, seven kingdoms of human beings, three races of dwarves, large and small troll tribes, warlike green-skinned orcs, and some white-skinned elves who are good at magic .

Old Chen also said that he had seen our distant relatives on the cold continent in the north, those yak people. At the age of 10, you will also travel to the outside world.

Now is a great opportunity.

That Odin called himself Lord of War.

He set a trial for all the best fighters in the world, and he chose you, so you should go there and talk to fighters of other races.

The friendship between warriors is always pure. Maybe in this exchange and exchange, you can find new friends for the Bloodhoof Clan just like we met Lao Chen. "

Hamuul said emphatically:

"It is impossible for us to seek an answer from within for the current situation. It is impossible to rely on the Bloodhoof clan to win this war. We can only seek allies from the outside.

Those goblins are coveting our kodo cemetery, they say they can provide us with powerful weapons, and even find us mercenaries.

If it wasn't for Magatha's strong opposition, you and I would have accepted the greedy demands of the goblins long ago.

Indeed, that is our ancestral land, our holy land, but if the Bloodhoof tauren clan doesn't exist anymore, what's the use of having a holy land?

Same goes for Kane.

Goblins who can provide us with some food are not good allies, but they represent a possibility. If we could have a way to connect with the outside world, if we could have more allies

Perhaps our disadvantages can be reversed.

This warrior's trial is an opportunity, Kane.

You are the warchief, and you have the power to choose who we ally with. We didn't have the opportunity to expand our influence before, but now your right will come in handy. "

"Ok"

Cairne Bloodhoof was smoking his pipe and wagging his tail.

He thought about it for a few minutes, but had to admit that Hamuul's suggestion touched his heart.

If the mysterious Odin's criterion for choosing fighters is based on his own strength, then Kane can be sure that the fighters who can go to Odin's Temple are definitely the most powerful group of people in the world.

In terms of strength and combat skills, Kane is very confident.

He is the chieftain of the tauren, and other powerful warriors must have a status commensurate with their strength in their respective civilizations. As long as they can make a friend, the plight of the Bloodhoof clan will be greatly improved.

After seeing Kane's heartbeat, Hamuul said again:

"The second reason is more utilitarian, my brother.

Old Chen also said that you are the strongest fighter he has ever seen in his travels around the world. He said that there will not be more than ten fighters like you in this world.

If that Odin can quietly implant spiritual illusions into a powerful warrior like you, it means that he is not an exaggeration to call himself a god.

That's a god, Kane.

Perhaps a foreign god.

But he is god after all.

Since it is a god, it has the mighty power to be proud of the mundane.

Even if you can't make friends, if you can rely on your own strength, you can win the favor of the warlike god and bring back the blessing of the Lord of War for our soldiers.

That.

What is a group of savage centaurs? "

"This...Actually, Odin showed me the final prize of this trial in a dream."

Kane exhaled a smoke ring, and he whispered:

"That is a holy shield originating from the mighty power of the stars, and it is said that it has the power to resist the 'Twilight of the Gods'.

If I can bring it back and place it on Thunder Bluff in Mulgore, then the safety of our clansmen will be guaranteed, and the soldiers on the front lines will no longer have to worry about it. "

"Then go! Kane! You already have three reasons to go to that battle of the warriors."

Hamuul said in a deep voice:

"You don't have to worry about the clan for the time being, while you're away, I will try my best to suppress the restlessness of Magatha and her followers.

When you return with victory, our clan, and even this land, will be reborn.

You are not fighting for yourself, Kane, I know you are not a person who pursues personal fame, but you can use your strength to win a future for your people.

That's what the chief really should do. "

Kane glanced at the back of his hand. On the back of his hand with only three fingers, there was a rune that only he could see was shining.

That came after the first dream about Sky Fortress.

"But how should I go?"

Cairne Bloodhoof made up his mind, and he said to Hamuul:

"The big Lu Yuan that Odin showed me is in the center of the ocean in the world. We tauren have always been bad at sailing, and those goblins are desperate for money. All our goods must be exchanged for food."

"I can take you there."

Hamuul put his hand behind Kane's and said:

"The shaman can open a portal to the place where the elements gather. We call it the astral teleportation. But this is a one-way journey. After you pass, you have to find a way to come back."

"I'll be back as soon as possible."

Cain stood up, grabbed his rune spear, and wore no armor.

The Bloodhoof tribe is poor, and his chieftain armor has long since been sold to goblins for more supplies.

"Bring your totem!"

Hamuul reminds:

"You are the chieftain of the Bloodhoof tauren after all.

Kane, prove your bravery to them!

Let the whole world see the power of the tauren!

We may not care who we form an alliance with or who we work for, but the premise is that we must preserve the faith of Mother Earth and our ancient heritage. "

"Ok."

Kane picked up a totem pole as tall and heavy as him from the tent, put it behind his back, and held the rune halberd in his hand. In the elemental light transmitted by the astral world, he said to his best friend:

"Wait here for me, Hamuul, hold on to the clan, and wait for me to come back!"

"I'll come back with hope, I swear!"

PS:

The remaining five chapters will be sent out tomorrow, because the recommended space is two days, try to fill in better, I hope everyone understands, and I wish you a happy new year.

(end of this chapter)