Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1119 215. If I sincerely apologize, you will have no reason to kill me, right? -【1120】

In fact, during the meeting at Evernight Harbor in Moonlight Grove, not only Cenarius felt that something was wrong, but Grom Hellscream, who was an important part of "tactical deterrence", also felt that something was wrong with him. There is something wrong with the status of the meeting.

He knows he gets angry easily.

He has been like this since he was a child, inheriting the good bloodline of the Hellscream family, which has given him a strong body and an excellent sense of anger since he was a child.

He has been familiar with and controlling this feeling for most of his life. In thousands of fights, Grom has become one with his anger.

Other warriors need long-term training to master the power of anger to fight, but a genius like Grom only needs to call, and a steady stream of anger will respond to him without reservation.

For a warrior whose entire combat skill is based on rage, Grom possesses a godsend.

He seemed destined to be a warrior hero who would go down in history from the moment he was born.

But even though Grom has experienced countless battles, he has never had such a bizarre experience as today.

When he saw Cenarius, the king of the forest, he had a very strange feeling in his heart, as if he was seeing a destined natural enemy.

Well, it doesn't feel like a natural enemy, it feels like a destined opponent.

His anger rarely showed signs of being out of control.

It was as if he was urging him to complete something he had to accomplish, as if the big, beautiful and majestic half-deer man with antlers in front of him exuded a smell that he hated.

That kind of disgust quickly turned into murderous intent, and he had to die in his own hands in order to achieve a strange "perfection"!

Grom's breathing was heavy as a result, and his eyes were ignited with anger. Now there was only a dancing spark, but at any time it could ignite a prairie fire into a flame that would consume everything.

He knew that his current state was a little abnormal.

If you leave it to others, you should suppress your sudden murderous intention.

But how could Grom be an ordinary person? He felt that this seemed good, after all, the half-deer man in front of him looked very powerful.

perhaps

Can it be cut for a long time?

"Hey, be normal!"

Just when the anger in his body began to rise to the point of starting a prairie fire, the scolding from behind was like a cold sword, suddenly piercing into his already heated thoughts.

But that alone couldn't calm him down.

The Saurfang brothers held Grom's hands on the left and right, and Drek'Thar also threw a calming spell on him. This four-pronged approach allowed Grom to wake up.

The chief of the Warsong clan was also stunned for a moment.

It's obviously a guy I've never seen before, so how could he be so disgusted and hostile?

After waking up, he glanced at his hands holding the ax in confusion, then glanced at the half-deer man Cenarius in front of him, and cursed in the orcish language in a low voice.

The general meaning is that this monster must have looked so weird that he had an uncontrollable murderous intention.

This situation just now shocked Lao Niu.

He really came to Cenarius to reason with him, but Grom's mutation would definitely lead to something very bad if no one stopped him.

Fortunately, the timely intervention of others eliminated the storm. Blake came from behind and patted Lao Niu on the shoulder, indicating that there was no problem and he could talk freely.

But the stinky pirate was also shouting in his heart that it was really exciting.

He felt clearly just now that Grom's murderous intent was about to solidify, and Cenarius clearly felt this surge of malice.

The king of the forest is also on guard.

"The power of fate is really terrifying. Natural enemies are indeed attracted to each other. Even if they have never crossed paths, they will still draw their swords against each other based on instinct when they first meet."

Blake complained in his heart:

"I almost witnessed Cenarius's first death. To be honest, if I could be ruthless, there would definitely be chaos in Evernight Port."

"Just Grom?"

Xal'atath whispered:

"I admit that he is very powerful, but compared to Cenarius, he is still a lot worse, right?

Without the druids who were summoned, Grom and the King of the Forest were left to fight. The final result would most likely be that Cenarius was injured and Grom died.

If the other three orc legends had helped him, the outcome might have been different.

After all, these greenskins who fight with anger can really create small miracles. "

"Do you think they will stand by if there is a fight? Will I allow them to stand by?"

Blake laughed inwardly at the strange tone.

explain:

“But there’s no point discussing it now.

The druids are eyeing Grom, and their attention will inevitably be attracted by this guy. They will pay attention to him to prevent the king of the forest from being in danger.

Moonglade's attention has been diverted, enough to facilitate our movement.

Isn't that why you brought him here?

The plan goes through! "

The pirate had a smile on his face and pushed the old bull. Kane, who was wearing the traditional tauren armor, took a step forward with the totem on his back. This armor was the one passed down from his ancestors.

It was redeemed from the goblins before.

After wearing it, judging from the aesthetics of a tauren, it is indeed a dignified appearance. The eagle feather clan hat on the head and the Kodo bone horn on the waist also add a touch of majesty to the old bull.

He looked at the king of the forest in front of him. The latter was not very tall. As a demigod of nature, he could shrink or enlarge his body. Now Cenarius, like his son Remulos, remained at three meters tall. form.

However, his antlers are particularly huge, piercing the sky on both sides, like upright swords. They are elegant in shape and majestic in curvature. They are probably the most beautiful and prominent antlers that can be produced in the entire nature.

This decoration made Cenarius look much taller than he actually was.

This demigod, the source of natural magic for all druids, has an upper body like a majestic night elf, while his lower body maintains the appearance of a jungle stag, with long hair like green moss hanging down to his shoulders.

His hair and beard are covered with green leaves and growing twigs. His muscles are strong and toned, and every move is as stunning as a sculpture.

There is always a green stream of light next to his body that shapes the entanglement of leaves and wind.

Those are not entities, but manifestations of natural forces. Flowers will bloom on the path Cenarius walks, which are also external manifestations of majestic vitality.

It is worth mentioning that his eyeballs are golden, as if he has contained power.

This gives him a special aura of majesty when he looks at other people.

In general, Cenarius is not a demigod that makes people fear or hate him. His unique temperament can easily make people who see him for the first time have a favorable impression of him.

After all, no creature of order would hate nature for no reason, and in the natural camp, Cenarius, the king of the forest, is the incarnation of this order.

When he saw Kane approaching, the King of the Forest walked forward without much hesitation.

The archdruids beside him hesitated and wanted to follow, but were stopped by Cenarius' eyes. The King of the Forest seemed certain that the tauren in front of him would not harm him.

"Dear King of the Forest"

As soon as Lao Niu started, he was interrupted by Cenarius. The natural demigod said in his majestic tone:

"Call me Cenarius, Cairne Bloodhoof of the Bloodhoof clan. I have heard all about what happened in Desolace from my son who made a terrible mistake.

I know why you are here, and I am ready. "

Under the gaze of a group of archdruids, orcs, and stinky pirates outside Evernight Harbor, the King of the Forest did not try to hide himself. He made his mistake clear in a low tone.

He looked at Kane with his golden eyes and said in a sincere tone that was unbecoming of a demigod:

"I've always known about the existence of centaurs. In fact, I became aware of the relationship between centaurs and me when the life force of Desolace was drained.

At that time, I thought that my child did wrong things because of his rebellion, but I never expected that he would fall in love with an earth princess.

I didn't even have time to warn him about the consequences of the rash combination of natural and elemental forces.

Their souls are inherently imperfect.

That stems from a wrong combination of nature and the elements. Their problem is more serious than you think. Centaurs are beings cursed by nature and the earth.

They should never have been born. "

"You always knew? Then why did you pretend not to see it!"

Hearing this, Kane looked uncomfortable.

Lao Niu was suppressing the anger rising in his heart, but in the next moment, Cenarius raised his hand and placed it on Lao Niu's shoulder. The surge of natural power made the anger in Kane's heart subside slightly.

This was not for control, but to keep Kane calm and listen to his next words.

"I had contact with centaurs hundreds of years ago."

Cenarius whispered:

"I too have kept the pain of losing my child alive, I have tried to find my child Zaltar, and I have wanted to heal the flaw in the centaur soul.

But I can't.

I can't do this alone.

The other half of their bloodline is too powerful, and if they are rashly guided by natural forces, it is likely to make the centaurs even more barbaric.

I am not your magical friend, Kane. It is difficult for a creature of order like me to talk to the elemental realm in the material world.

I searched for many ways, but it was difficult to solve the problem fundamentally. I could only choose to go to the dreamland to seek answers from older wisdom, but the time of dreamland wandering is different from that of the material world.

Even I have to follow this rule.

But I admit it.

I do have an escape mentality. You also have a son. You should be able to understand the hatred and disgust a father feels from the bottom of his heart when he sees the tribe that killed his son.

I once wanted to destroy the centaurs with my own hands, and I will not hide my thoughts from you.

But as a guardian of nature, I can't even think about it or plan it, let alone execute such a thing. Centaurs are also living beings, and I have no right to deprive them of the opportunity to enjoy the world.

Under such a contradiction, I can only choose to ignore them and try my best to find a cure, so as to end the confrontation between the centaurs and the tauren.

It is indeed my inaction that has caused the tauren to suffer for thousands of years!

I won't deny that.

Even though I am a demigod, I do not have a heart that is perfect enough to withstand all disasters.

That's my flaw.

Thanks to the efforts of you and your friends, you communicated with the elemental realm and received the help of the Stone Mother. This also allowed me to use the method I found in the dream to truly begin to heal the centaur's savage soul.

I also have to thank you for giving me a chance to pay off my mistakes. "

The King of the Forest glanced at Black beside Kane. He smiled at the pirate, then looked back at Kane and said in a serious tone:

"I will give you the blessings of nature. I know that the inheritance of the tauren is difficult, so I will bless the tauren so that your reproduction can be protected by nature.

I promise that within a generation, you will expand your tribe to the size it was at its most prosperous.

I will not just say meaningless apologies in vain. I am willing to bear all your demands and do my best to do so. "

"We don't need anything from you!"

Lao Niu shook his head.

He refused Cenarius' compensation with almost no hesitation.

He stared into the demigod's golden eyes and said seriously:

"Your son caused the centaur disaster. Both Zaltar and Theradras paid the price for it. The thousand-year suffering war has ended. This is a lucky thing.

We tauren are not unreasonable barbarians.

We are not greedy either.

What we are angry about is your indifference in standing aside despite having the ability and reason to stop all this. But I also know that behind the nearly free aid that the Kaldorei have been giving for hundreds of years, you have given instructions.

Without the secret support of the elves, the Bloodhoof clan would not be able to survive until now.

You have already given us compensation, and we no longer need more material compensation. Now we only want one thing from you, the King of the Forest.

We want you to apologize!

The Bloodhoof clan demands that you travel to Desolace yourself.

In front of the graves of our warriors who died in the war for hundreds of years, on the battlefield where we fought bloody battles with the centaurs, we apologize to those who died from the bottom of our hearts.

And ask for their forgiveness!

We can survive the war on our own, and we can reproduce into the future on our own.

The elves owe us nothing.

After you fulfill your apology, you don't owe us anything anymore. "

Kane took a step back.

He took a deep breath and said to the King of the Forest:

"This is the purpose of my coming here. It is the last request that my tribe entrusted me to convey to you. It is also the only thing we want to get from you!

If you are not even willing to give an apology, then we will ask for our morality in our own way. "

Kane's extremely tough request made everyone look at the elven druids, and also made the orcs who followed him show expressions of satisfaction and appreciation.

The resolute and tough character of this old cow is really suitable for the orcs.

These few words are too uplifting.

What compensation?

Soldiers don't care about these things, they just want you to bow your head!

Let you bow your head and admit your mistake willingly!

However, Black felt a little distressed, even if it was not him but the Tauren who accepted the compensation, he felt that Kane could just collect the things and let Cenarius apologize.

This idea is obviously very utilitarian, but considering the greedy character of the stinky pirate who doesn't pick up money when he goes out, it is equivalent to losing money, it is not surprising that he has such an idea.

"Kane, you and your people have opened my eyes."

Cenarius shook his head, with a sad expression on the face of the natural demigod, and he whispered:

"My family and I owe you an apology.

I will go to Desolation, and I will visit every burial place there and ask forgiveness for every soul lost in history.

My other child and my heirs will remain there until Desolace is restored, until the centaurs' savagery turns into courage, until their madness condenses into wisdom.

This is a responsibility I must fulfill.

You can supervise me.

Kane.

Today, I learned this valuable lesson from the tenacious tauren. "

Seeing Cenarius showing such a sincere apology as a demigod, and seeing an expression of relief on Kane's face, the orcs behind him finally removed their hands from their weapons.

Okay.

This natural demigod is so reasonable and has such a good attitude towards repentance, so let him go today and give him a chance.

No more cutting him.

Well, I won’t cut it for now.