Azeroth’s Death Track

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The territory of Kalimdor is vast. This wild land is full of various terrains. There are two of the largest deserts of Azeroth in the southern part of the mainland, and the world's most prosperous forest in the northernmost part. It is the barren land like Thousand Needles, and the prairie rich in biological resources like barren land. It is this diverse ecological environment that allows this continent to nurture a diversity of life that is ten times more prosperous than the eastern continent.

There are too many source species in the Kalimdor continent. This is a paradise for biologists and hunters.

And to talk about the most beautiful scenery in Kalimdor, in addition to the snowy winter spring valley, the quiet moonlight of the Ashen Valley and the desert lonely smoke of Silithus, it must belong to the most central area of ​​Kalimdor mainland. Dawn morning light in Gaolei grassland.

It was the first rays of light that pierced the night, and the golden sunlight was drawn down from the mountains on both sides, like a golden waterfall, splashed on the endless green grassland, and the dewdrops of each wild grass would be reflected The gentle light, the golden and colorful halo is like covering this piece of grassland with the most gorgeous coat.

Any traveler who is fortunate enough to see this scene will feel the trembling of the soul for the creator's uncanny workmanship.

In the northern part of the Mogaolei grasslands, the Thunder Bluff, a city of blood-hoofed tauren built on the tall stone pillars of the mountain range, also ushered in the recovery after the night, accompanied by a deep and simple vicissitudes The sound of the horn, the whole city is awake at this moment.

Bain Bloodhoof rolled over, and gradually the dazzling sunlight shone on his face, causing the young tauren to open his eyes subconsciously, and he extended his slightly odd three-finger palm to cover it. He grunted his eyes, rolled over and planned to sleep for a while, but before the Bain closed his eyes, the young man was awakened by a quick knock on the door.

Bain rubbed his eyes and stood up from the bed. He moved his body, and his tail kept flicking, trying to make him more awake. He opened the door of the room, and stood outside the door, a fully armed bull head Human warrior, he carries a sharp and heavy war spear and shield, and wears an iron helmet. As can be seen from the badge on his chest, this strong warrior is a guard who specializes in protecting the chieftain.

"Bain, the chief told you to meet him."

The tauren warrior said to the young man in front of him:

"Going right now!"

"Ok."

Bain replied in a blazing voice peculiar to a tauren, then turned back to his room. After a simple wash, the young soldier wore a half-worn leather armor and carried a heavy battle axe With a black shotgun, the leather pocket full of bullets was tied around his waist, and then he hurried to the center of Thunder Bluff against the golden sunlight. His father, Kane, the chief of the blood hoof tauren. Bloodhoof, waiting for him there.

Along the way, Tauren kept saying hello to Bain, and Bain kept returning to them, and occasionally stopped to chat with these compatriots. Thunder Bluff in the early morning was always full of vitality. The merchants were selling goods along the street, and the hunters shouted. Together to prepare to go hunting in the plains, as well as messengers from other Tauren settlements in the Mulgore grassland, and the noble shamans greeted the sunshine and praised the quaint singing of the spirit of the elements in the soul west of the most western In short, this is a vibrant city.

Two-thirds of the 370,000 civilians of the Bloodhoof Tauren tribe live in this city, and the other one-third is distributed throughout the Mulgore grassland. This is a shocking number. The once prosperous Bloodhoof clan At the peak there were more than 1 million tribes, but now there are only so few people left, on the one hand because they were driven out of the bleak land of their ancestral land, and the blood-hoof clan suffered heavy damage in the war with the centaur.

On the other hand, it is because many people were enticed to join the terrorist totem during the war... The terrorist organization dominated by tauren racists, and Bain also knows that the leader of the terrorist totem is called " The old man's war shaman Magatha is still hiding in the soul highlands and continues to confuse his people in secret.

Young Bain tried more than once to get the weapon to get rid of the source of the blood-hoof clan, but his father kept him from doing so... Young people only want to do things that are fun, but what the older generation has to consider Too many, there are inextricable links between the horror totem and the Bloodhoof tribe, and it is not the time to turn their faces.

In short, the young Bain is walking in this highland city full of tents, huts and colorful totems. His prestige here is high, but not simply because of Bain’s prominent identity... This young man It is the only son of Chief Kane. If there is no accident, Baine will become the new Chief in the future. Bain's superb reputation is more from the battles that this young man participated in.

From the support of the Centaur and ogres in the human kingdom Stromgard, to the journey to Northrend to save the alien king, and the participation in the world-shocked Silithus Desert War, Bain is still just a grown-up. "Mavericks", but his war experience is already richer than many "old cows", and Bain's story is also sung by those bards throughout the continent. This young calf is still on the side of the human kingdom and orcs. The guest of honor, from this prestigious prestige alone, Bain will succeed as the chieftain of his father in the future.

Just as the people of the human kingdom are proud of their kings and princes, the simple blood-hoofed bullheads are also proud of their "princes".

By the way, according to the aesthetics of the tauren people, Bain. Bloodhoof, this immature calf, is still an outright beautiful man.

Bain's horns with perfect curvature, sturdy shoulders, muscular chests and beautiful tails, as well as blue ocean-like eyes and magnetic drum-like voices, made countless tauren girls Intoxicated.

"Father, I'm here."

Bain gave his tomahawk and shotgun to the guards outside the chief's hall, and then wagging his tail, strode into the Thunder Bluff's power center, which is a chief's shed made of completely carved trees. It was carved into a winged eagle and painted with oil paint, symbolizing the will of the bullheads yearning for freedom.

And Bain’s father, Kane. Bloodhoof, the Tauren chieftain, was sitting in the center of the hut. His face was almost carved out of Bain, but he was more than Bain. Powerful, just from the temperament he exudes, it can be seen that this is a true top warrior...The war warlord Brocks Saurfang on the orc side will often come to look for Kane's fighting skills.

But even the powerful Brocks, when confronted with Kane with the war spear, is at most a fifty-five victory. If it’s not a tauren with a mild nature, if Kane has more fighting like an orc in his character Desire, then it is difficult for Brocks to win.

The Tauren people are born with strong physique and terrible endurance and strength, making this rare race rich in powerful warriors. If it was not because the Tauren were difficult to breed, they would have become Kalimdor’s land overlords.

"Furan"

Hearing the voice of his son, Chief Kane, wearing a white eagle feather crown symbolizing the identity of the chief, put down the pipe in his hand. He sprayed two thick plumes of smoke from his nostrils and then waved to his son. :

"Come on, Bain, come and meet your Uncle Hamel."

Bain walked obediently into the center of the shack and sat next to his father. In front of him was a brazier hanging from the hearth furnace. There were some incense in it. During the flame burning, the entire shack was because of this special The incense shows a weird atmosphere, and a sip can calm the mind.

Opposite Baine, sitting was the new Druid Hamuil Rune Totem, the elder Tauren who had had a lot of talks with the Prime Minister of the Blight, joined the Blight One year ago. As Mo Yana said, Hamuul has a terrible and powerful talent for natural spells. In just over a year, he has been blessed and recognized by the seed of nature, and has become a group of withers. The sixth great druid is also the first great druid in the tauren group.

Today, Hamuul came on behalf of the Blighter. He hopes to recruit some compatriots who are interested in natural spells in the Bloodhoof Tribe to enrich the power of the Bloodhoof Tribe. In addition, Hamuel also brings Another news.

"Uncle Hamuel, you look much younger."

Bain gave Hamu a compliment, which caused Hamu to laugh. The simple tauren Druid clapped his hands and said to Kane who was sitting on the side:

"Look at our little Bain. This cunning calf has learned to flatter others. Sure enough, in the constant war, our Bain has grown up."

"of course."

Chief Kane, who is as strong as a mountain, is also very satisfied with his son. He put the pipe on his mouth and patted his son on the shoulder:

"Bain will become a good chief in the future, he will take the Bloodhoof clan to a bright future... But, Hamuul, do you really think that would be a good idea?"

The Tauren Chief turned his head to look at his good brother who grew up together, and facing Kane’s eyes, Hamuel held the tea and nodded slightly:

"Of course, Kane, you just listened to my narrative just now. What I want to say is that the Gaoling clan in Highmountain and our blood hoof tauren are the same countrymen from the same source, even though they no longer existed 10,000 years ago. Contact, but the **** in the bloodline is not so easy to eliminate, we should help them more actively...More importantly, the blood hoof clan has suffered heavy losses in the war with the centaur, Kane, you and I are from there Those who survived the war hell..."

Speaking of which, Archdruid's tone became lower, he took a sip of tea and said softly:

"By relying on the natural reproduction of the Bloodhoof Tribe, we may need 50 years to restore our vitality, but if... if the two big clans can become one, the Bloodhoof Tribe will surpass our previous peak in an instant. .. we don’t even need to wage war. We now help the Gaoling Tauren. After their war is over, we will also get help from the Gaoling clan to regain the ancestral land of the desolate land...it is as easy as a palm!"

"not to mention..."

Big Druid narrowed his eyes, and in Hamuer's eyes, a flash of cold light flashed away:

"Not to mention, Kane, "Old Lady" Magatha decided that you dare not completely break with her, because of the current bad situation of the clan, but if we get the friendship of the Gaoling clan, the two big clan stand together, We don’t need that ghost-born guy anymore, her existence is the source of the bloodhoof clan turmoil, we should have expelled her, or..."

Bain couldn't understand anything the two elders said. After Hamel and Kane stopped talking, Bain flicked his tail, and then asked in a deep voice:

"Father, uncle, what are you talking about? Who is the Gaoling clan? Where is Gaoling? Are they our compatriots? Why have I never seen them?"

"Ha ha"

Kane glanced back at his son. The Tauren Chief had a strange smile on his mouth. He patted Bain on the back and said aloud:

"You don't need to know so much, my son, go now, put on your best clothes, and dress up in spirit. Your uncle Hamuul will soon take you to meet some "friends."

"Maybe, that will be your future...wife."

"Ok???"

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"It sucks!"

A few hours later, at the entrance of the Mulgore Grassland, the Great Druid of Hamuur, representing the Druid Blight, and Bain, representing the Bloodhoof Clan, are waiting for the messenger from Highmountain.

Baine has been forced to put on the costume of the young chief, a gorgeous crown of white eagle feathers, a simple and cumbersome wooden armor with shaman spells applied, and a ceremonial tomahawk behind his back. There is a huge totem intertwined behind him, painted with pictures representing the history of the blood hoof tauren. Bain was also forced to paint a blue warlike shape on his belt, and hung the horn of the blood hoof clan from generation to generation. .

This outfit makes Bain look like a legendary Tauren warrior from history, and more like the Indian chiefs in another world.

In the past, this suit was only worn by Bain during the Tauren celebration on the summer solstice. This thing is not used for war. This thing is a set of ceremonial armor. Bain doesn’t like these things. Something, but he had to put it on.

What makes Bain feel boring is that his father has already begun to consider his marriage, which is ridiculous! Bain has just grown up. Like all young people, he can’t wait to have a few more years of freedom. He doesn’t even want to think about marriage now, and Bain hasn’t found his sweetheart.

He complained to Uncle Hamuel around him:

"Are you and my father crazy? Uncle, the daughter of the chieftain of the High Mountain, I have never seen her at all! I cannot like her either, so don't worry about me! I will take care of my life. !I want to go to the battlefield, I want to challenge those legendary creatures, my life is still very long, now I don’t need to consider these..."

"Don't worry, Bain."

Hamel raised his head with a smile, and at the end of the line of sight, the group of people riding on the giant moose had slowly approached. Hamel adjusted his clothes, and he blinked at his nephew Bain. :

"Be prepared, they are coming...and, seize the opportunity, Bain, that Mela Kaolin, is said to be a truly beautiful woman, and I can say responsibly, you will never find it again To a more suitable partner than her."

"Humph!"

Bain was a little angry, and some disdain took the horn around his waist. According to the tradition of the blood hoof tauren, he blew his horn to express his welcome to the compatriots from afar. This calf shook Holding his tail and looking at the figures in the distance, he said stubbornly:

"I won't like that Mera! No matter how beautiful she is! Even if I'm lonely forever! Even if I jump from Thunder Bluff! I won't be fooled by you! I swear!"

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