Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"What are you doing here? Why don't you go in?"

On the southern coast of Desolace, the Nagfar floated under the sea in the morning light. The smelly pirate who was moving on the deck saw an orc ship parked in front of him at a glance.

It was one of Maim's ships, temporarily seconded to the orc shaman Drek'Thar.

They came here yesterday to enter the Centaur Holy Land Spear Valley to investigate the mysterious Marathon, but it has been almost a day and the ship has not yet docked.

The stinky pirates were dissatisfied with their slow movements. They grabbed a rope of the Nag'far and swung over as the ghost ship approached the orc ship. They rolled lightly in the air and landed next to Drek'Thar. .

He put his hands on his hips and said to the blindfolded old orc shaman:

"Don't tell me that you, a legendary shaman who has experienced the Elemental Age of Draenor, can't feel the gathering of elements under Maraudon."

"Of course I can feel it."

Drek'Thar, who was wearing a double ax at his waist, shook his head. He looked at the valley wrapped in mountains above the distant coast from the side of the ship, and he said:

“Just standing here, I can hear the screams of the earth.

The vitality of this land has been snatched away, and the elemental power has become unbalanced. This is due to the call of the higher earth element. This land cannot even resist such extraction, it can only endure it silently.

Believe me, Lord Black, I am more than willing to do whatever I can to save this land.

But it’s hard to do it on my own and I need help. "

"Didn't I find a helper for you?"

Blake looked back around the deck in surprise and asked:

"Isn't Magatha Grimtotem here?

Although she is stubborn and extremely arrogant, and believes in the narrow and stupid concept of tauren supremacy, she is indeed a powerful shaman, and she also wants to save Desolace in her own way.

Although I humiliated her in front of her people, facing the survival of Desolate Land, she should not hold grudges and cover up small grudges.

And what about Soul Walker Blackhorn?

Didn't he come too?

Where are they? "

"The two of them went to the coast, to the territory of the Malodi tribe to talk with those savage centaurs."

Drek'Thar said with a sense of worry:

"We arrived here at dusk yesterday, but the centaurs guarding the Holy Land refused our approach. After Lord Blackhorn showed the powerful Holy Hammer of Khaz'goroth, Ms. Magatha volunteered to take Lord Blackhorn to the Spear valley.

She believed that with this holy hammer in hand, the two of them could easily level all the warriors of the Marodi tribe.

But I haven't seen any signs of fighting until now, and the centaurs haven't let go. I highly suspect that the two of them have been detained by the centaurs. "

"The centaurs still dare to detain them?"

Blake was stunned for a moment, and he complained:

"They're lucky if Black Horn doesn't treat them all like snacks. That Antler Cow is a very powerful lunatic. Anyone who dares to snatch the Holy Hammer from his hand will suffer.

To be honest, I don't even dare to have an idea for him.

This must be what those two guys caused in the Valley of Spears. Come on, let's go take a look. "

Black shouted a few times to the orc sailor driving the ship, and the ship docked off the coast quickly docked. The terrain here was still a good dock.

Just the area is a bit small.

When the ship docked, the strong and brave centaurs on the shore immediately took action. Under the scolding of a centurion, a dozen centaur warriors took off the huge bone bows they carried and Hooked on sharpened arrowheads.

The five orcs who took the initiative to protect Drek'Thar immediately grasped their weapons and waited for the ship's order before they went to fight these centaurs.

But Drek'Thar reached out and pressed down the raised battle ax of Garrosh beside him.

The old shaman shook his head at them and motioned for them to be quiet.

The smelly pirate next to the shaman coughed a few times, stood on the side of the ship, and shouted in Centaur to the barbarians below:

"Hey, you guys, get out of the way! My subordinates entered your territory yesterday and they haven't come back yet. I highly doubt that you caught them and ate them.

Get your elder over quickly, I want to have a good talk with him.

Those two useless tauren will die, but the stone hammers in their hands must be returned to me! Otherwise, you Malodi tribe won’t be able to enjoy the good fruits! "

The centaur who was ready to attack was confused by this shout.

As a civilization that has been entrenched in a desolate land for nearly a thousand years, they must have their own language, but because they are barbarians, few outsiders can learn their obscure language.

Kane can speak a few words of Centaur, but he can only communicate at the most basic level. The fluent and unaccented speech of Black is something these guys have never seen before.

But being able to communicate can save a lot of things.

The centurion who led the centaurs to guard the coast raised his hand and asked the other soldiers to put down their bone bows first. This guy wore a dirty leather hat. He stepped forward a few steps, leaning on a heavy halberd, and pointed at Blake. shouted:

"We did not eat those two bold cows! The Malodi tribe is different from other cannibal clans. We have our bottom line. We have not left the sacred Spear Valley for nearly two hundred years.

Your people are talking to our prophets and elders.

They said they could help us.

We also tried to contact your ship, but the stupid greenskins on this ship couldn't understand us. Is your name Black Shaw?

The tauren with the antlers who carried the sacred object said, you are a wise man.

He promised that you could solve all our problems. If you are indeed Black, then you come with us, the prophet elders are waiting for you. "

"Um?"

Black looked back at Drek'Thar and the five orcs in surprise, and asked in a low voice:

"These centaurs said they contacted you, but you ignored them?"

"They kept yelling and screaming for a long time in the early hours of the morning."

Sola, the tallest female warrior among the five orcs, leaned on her battle ax and said in an awkward tone:

"But we didn't understand. We thought they were going to attack the ship. For the safety of Elder Drek'Thar, we sailed the ship away from the coast."

"It's not our fault."

Garrosh scratched his head and retorted softly:

"Their roars are exactly the same as their battle roars, and only a ghost can understand them."

"Oh, you mean, I'm a ghost?"

Black stared at Garrosh with a dull face. He kicked the dumb little bastard hard and cursed:

"Go, go, take your friends and go inland to help fight the war. Your father and your clan are also there. It looks like your father is almost useless after this battle. If you want to challenge him, just hurry up."

"I'm not going."

Garrosh bared his teeth and said angrily:

"He said I was a loser. Well, that butcher still had the nerve to say that about me. It's so embarrassing!"

"You should go, you all should go."

The old orc shaman who had been silent for a long time began to persuade:

"Although you may not be recognized by Hellscream, at least the orcs of the Warsong clan can accept you, as well as Sora and Dranosh. Your fathers are also fighting the centaurs. This is a rare opportunity.

A large part of our orcs' feelings are based on sharing weal and woe in fighting together. You grew up in Nagrand, and Grandma Gaiaan is a respectable pacifist. This link is missing from your education.

Go ahead.

It's useless for you to stay here. "

Under the persuasion of the old shaman, the five orcs made a summary and felt that the stinky pirates were about to negotiate with these centaurs, and it was really useless to stay here with their own IQ.

Anyway, they didn’t understand, so they might as well go out and chop down some centaurs to practice their skills, so they quickly mounted the wyvern supported by the friendly support of the tauren and flew towards the inland battlefield.

"Oh, I still have to learn from you when it comes to looking after children."

Blake stepped off the ship and said to Drek'Thar:

"Although everyone's goal is to stop them from causing trouble, you see, I can't say such nice words to make the five little bastards obey without thinking it is an offense to their poor intelligence.

If I were to come, I would definitely kick them and drive them out. "

"You think too much."

The old shaman held on to the side of the boat and walked down the coast with his big black wolf like a blind man. He whispered:

“I just had a premonition that you were going to use dark wisdom to convince the Malodi tribe again, and I don’t want the great chiefs of our next era of orcs to be contaminated by too many such dark thoughts.

The orc's brain is not suitable for 'profound' thinking like yours.

I'm just afraid that if they only learn your evil but not your wisdom, it will be an outright disaster. "

"They can learn."

Blake shrugged and said:

"As long as they are willing to pay the course fee, I am willing to teach them a complete set of dark wisdom. Well, forget about Garrosh. People from the Hellscream family are allergic to wisdom and intolerant to cunning, so don't let him waste money.

It's not easy for his father to make money by killing people. "

"Hahaha"

The next second, the two unscrupulous guys laughed at the same time. It seemed that Drek'Thar also recognized Black's description of the Hellscream family.

The two of them were escorted by the centaurs of the Malodi tribe and entered the Valley of the Spears.

An army has been assembled in this centaur holy land, and various small clans attached to the Malodi tribe are patrolling the surroundings, guarding against the flames of war in Desolation extending into their sacred tombs.

But what the Centaur Centurion on the coast said should be true. Blackhorn and Magatha who entered the Spear Valley last night were not in danger, but were treated as distinguished guests.

The guards led Black and the Frostwolf Old Shaman all the way under the peak of the Marathon Holy Land. In a huge tent, they saw Black Horn eating and drinking.

and Magatha, who was a little anxious and a little angry.

The black dragon disguised as a minotaur held a berry in his hand and waved to Black in a friendly manner. On the other side of the table filled with fruits and meat were three prophet elders of the Malodi tribe.

From a centaur's perspective, they were very old.

Their teeth are almost gone, and the horse mane on their heads has turned gray, and there are even signs of baldness. They wear white veils to cover their slightly fierce mouths, and only reveal their eyes to look at the visitors.

All three pairs of eyes were cloudy.

But if you look carefully, the dim old eyes occasionally flash the light of elder wisdom.

As the guardians of the Holy Land, the Malodi tribe is different from other centaur clans. They do not have a war khan and they admire the wisdom of the prophet.

This also resulted in the Malodi tribe being cast aside as "weak aliens" in Centaur society. Their power was the weakest among the four major tribes, and their territory was limited to Spear Valley and nearby areas.

If the Malodi tribe had not shouldered the mission of guarding the Holy Land Tomb a long time ago and kept the sacred objects leading to the Marathon Holy Land, they would have been annexed by their cruel and ruthless compatriots.

"I convinced them with your series of great achievements."

Soul Walker Black Horn put the berries in his mouth into his mouth, licked his fingers, and said to Blake, who was sitting carelessly at the table:

“I showed them the power of Khazgoroth’s Hammer, and they also confessed to me the current crisis of the Malodi clan. In fact, the war we launched in Desolation accidentally saved them.

Without our intervention, the other three centaur clans would soon launch an attack on Spear Valley. "

"Huh? Why is that?"

Black took two apples from the table and handed one to the blind orc shaman. He took a bite and asked:

"I guess something happened to Marathon?"

"According to their account, not long ago, an evil satyr stole the holy relics kept by the Marodi clan, slipped into Maraudon, and used evil magic to awaken the soul of the ancient Khan in the tomb and a group of Criticize ancient dead souls.

It also spreads dark pollution in the sacred caves of Maraudon, summoning bloodthirsty plants and demonic servants, and has completely occupied the road leading to the Holy Land of the Mother of Centaur. "

Soul Walker said slowly:

“This news has been concealed, but somehow it was known by the other three clans. The war khans who wanted to annex the Malodi clan found the best excuse.

If you and your conspiracy hadn't suddenly appeared, this place would have been razed to the ground soon.

Because of the relationship with the Holy Hammer of Kazgoros, they asked me to help them purify the Holy Land. I recommended you, the omnipotent one, to them. I believe that you also have your own arrangements for the centaurs.

You really do, right? "

"Of course I do! I also want to thank you for trusting me, my dear Noire."

Blake grinned and said:

"To be honest, I was worried that you would go crazy and eat all the centaurs here as dinner. Well, it seems that Ms. Magatha and you get along well."

The stinky pirate glanced at Magatha Grimtotem again and said in a long voice:

"Well, Ms. Magatha, I suggest you stay away from my powerful and mysterious Black Horned Brother, he just looks like a tauren, he will scare you on the inside.

In addition, he doesn't like charming tauren ladies like you, and his taste is more 'unique'. "

"Well said, very accurate, great."

Black Horn held the handle of the stone hammer at his waist, stared at Black, and said seriously:

"You can say a few more words, I'd love to hear it."

Black pretended not to see Black Horn's "He Shan" eyes. He turned to look at the three centaur elder prophets next to him, coughed a few times, and said in standard centaur language:

"I don't know what happened in Maraudon, but I think you already know the current situation in Desolace. The Marodi tribe has always respected wisdom, which is a very beautiful virtue.

I really appreciate.

And I who started this war did not regard the Malodi clan as an enemy. I think you have felt the goodwill I released.

so.

To make a long story short, I was the one who started the war that destroyed Desolace, but I also prepared an answer for this war. "

The stinky pirate took another bite of the apple, squinted his eyes and said to the three elders:

"Marodi clan, are you interested in establishing a centaur earth royal court?

With you as the ruling class, guided by wisdom rather than brute force, we will unite all the clans in the Desolate Land into a unified civilization. If you don't understand what I mean, let me ask it more simply.

The Malodi clan advocates wisdom and knows how to atone for sins.

Are you interested in ruling Desolace? "