Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Kane and Black made an appointment, and the busy Lao Niu left in a hurry without even having a meal at Niuzao Temple.

He is very busy now. The overall migration of the Bloodhoof clan has just begun, and the pathfinders sent have arrived at the red earth peninsula of the future city that Black planned for them.

The news returned is that the environment there is not bad and is very suitable for building a city.

While the stinky pirate was busy in Pandaria, his "Trade Prince" Eudora had also delivered the first batch of materials for the tauren to open up wasteland and build a city to their destination.

Seeing that his tribe had finally gotten rid of the war and could live a peaceful life, Lao Niu was full of hope and strength every day, but fate destined him to never be idle.

The yaungol problem in Pandaria must be resolved as soon as possible.

It wasn't just Black's request, nor was it just that Lao Niu was doing his best for the sake of being a member of the same clan, there was also a more practical reason before Chief Bloodhoof.

The food the pandas gave away was so cheap that it was almost free. It was so delicious.

If the buffalo problem that has always been a headache for the pandaren can be solved, then the Bloodhoof clan can smoothly embrace the golden thigh of the pandaren.

Apart from anything else, no matter what happens in the future, the Bloodhoof clan will no longer need to worry about food. Once the clan members can fill their stomachs, the subsequent development will be just around the corner.

What's more, if the buffalo people can become docile and return to the righteous faith of Mother Earth, the power of the "tauren union" will also increase greatly, which will give all tauren a greater say in the world.

There is no way, their population is too small.

Even if the Thunder Totem's high mountain cattle are included, the total number of tauren is not as large as the population of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. The price of being born powerful is the difficulty of breeding.

As the warchief of the Bloodhoof clan, Kane had to solve this problem from all aspects.

"He's really busy."

Watching Kane disappear into the portal opened by the Nightborne mages, Fenner flicked her tongue and said to the smelly pirate next to her:

"In less than ten days, he traveled back and forth between the two continents three times. He also had to coordinate the great migration of his tribe. He stayed up for several days and nights. This means that the tauren are full of energy. This would have to be replaced by other people early in the morning. worn out."

"Yes, Kane is indeed a very energetic chief and warrior."

Blake rubbed his chin and sighed:

"If he were a little more badass, I mean, don't be too pedantic, that would be perfect, he would be my best helper, but I can't take all the good things in the world by myself, so , that’s okay now.”

"You mean I'm not your good helper?"

Fenner folded her arms and squinted her eyes as she said:

"What a ruthless pirate. I fought life and death for you. I worked so hard and didn't even get a word of praise."

"Oh, my boatswain is the best. She is simply the most perfect person in the world. I am so lucky to have her help."

The stinky pirate spoke in a pronunciation tone with a long voice and a wooden face.

The idiot Fenner snorted, nodded with satisfaction, patted Blake's head like a puppy, and said:

"That's it, just remember to be more sincere and lively in your expression next time. Speaking of which, the work in Pandaria is almost done. Are you going to Draenor in the future?

Do you want me to go with you? "

"No, no need."

Blake stood on the wall of Niuzao Temple, looking back at the busy Pandaren monks behind him. Zhu Taran had used all the food stored in Niuzao Temple to feed insects, and now a new batch of food had just been delivered. .

All freshly harvested from mid-mountain farms in the Valley of the Four Winds.

These grains even carry the fragrant earthy smell of the earth, and the most exaggerated thing is that the seeds of these grains were planted just last night by the old farmers in the mountains.

This is the main reason why Pandaria never runs out of food.

The land at the Mid-level Farm is so fertile that food can be harvested in one day. It is simply the most exaggerated agricultural miracle in Azeroth!

Let the druids come over and they will all be in admiration. In the past few days, Black's Druid Miss Hisali Black Crow has been flying to the Valley of the Four Winds without any problems.

She had always wanted to get some fresh soil samples and send them back to Moonlight Grove to be studied by the druids.

Miss Black Crow also has a simple dream of feeding the world.

In fact, all admirable "archdruids" in all worlds share this dream.

The smelly pirate stared at the grain bags, shook his head and said:

"The current situation in the world of Draenor is too dangerous. I know you are not afraid of danger. I know you like danger, but the main reason why you can't go is that what I did in this foreign land was not a good thing.

I don't want you to risk your reputation by getting involved, and I know you don't care.

But others care. "

He turned back to comfort Fenner who looked dissatisfied:

"I promised Mrs. Jinjian that I would make you a legend in this world. Since I have received the money, I must do what I promised.

In addition, the various forces in Draenor are now mixed and full of intrigues. You may have been used as a pawn in the past, and I can't even help you.

You hate being used yourself, right? "

Blake grinned, took out the bow of the Nagfar from his arms, and put the captain's emblem into Fenner's hand, which was pouting enough to hang an oil can.

As if comforting a child, he said:

"I left Azeroth and went to Draenor to do my work, but I can't relax here. I have to find someone I trust to help me keep an eye on the North Sea.

You also know that the elves of Lordaeron, Gilneas, Stromgarde, and Quel'Thalas have united to break my monopoly in the North Sea.

They are trying to dig up our roots and reduce our career to rootless duckweeds.

I must send someone strong enough to the North Sea to suppress the situation.

After I leave, you take the Nagfar to the North Sea. The captains under my command will assist you, and your task is to try to stabilize the situation before I come back.

Once someone wants to start a war, give him a head-on response! "

Blake patted Fenner's hand and said softly:

"When necessary, contact the genie of the genie to contact the 'sky pirates' in the South China Sea, and you can give the profits to Gaboa appropriately. That guy can be regarded as a 'friend' on the sea that we can rely on."

Fenner suddenly became serious when she heard Blake's commission.

She knew the significance of the North Sea to the undead pirates, and she felt that Blake had entrusted her with a truly important matter. This made Fenner feel a heavy responsibility. She used her warrior brain to think hard, and said after a few seconds:

"Can't we ask for help from Kul Tiras? Just lower your face and call Dad, and Dailin will definitely give you all his coffins.

With the help of the Kul Tiran fleet, we can easily defeat those gangsters in one night! "

"Every time I think I've figured out your bottom line, your brain always comes up with something new for me."

Blake sighed, stroked Fenner's head helplessly, and whispered:

"Your idea is very good, don't think about it next time."

"Dai Lin will not participate, and I will not participate if I call him dad. The forces in the South China Sea are ready to move and have already exhausted the Kul Tiran fleet. What's more, the reconstruction of the first and second fleets is also very energy-consuming. thing.

The betrayal of the Church of Storms has dealt a heavy blow to the Kul Tiran Navy, which was at its peak. They have been in decline for a long time. The most important thing for Dai Lin now is to defend the South China Sea, the territory on which they depend for their livelihood.

He has no energy and will not take the initiative to join in the fun in Beihai.

It has nothing to do with whether I am his son or not. He is a king first and a father second. So we have to fight this battle ourselves, which is very important for undead pirates. "

The stinky pirate pursed his lips and whispered to Fenna, who still didn't quite understand the situation:

"This is a hurdle, my sister. If we cross it on our own, no one can knock us off the throne of the King of the North Sea!

If we can't cross it, it means that the undead pirates are nothing more than that.

Those greedy eyes peering at us from the dark will act immediately, swarming up like hungry wolves to eat us up.

There are not many people I can trust on such important matters. You, my mother, the dean, Sephiel and the others, you are the people I can rely on. "

"do not talk!"

Fenna's eyes widened in anger and she clenched her fists.

She promised her stinky brother:

"Even if I die in the frozen sea, I won't let those bastards succeed! Don't worry, I'll help you guard your territory. I'll kill one, or two of them.

But you come back early

I know that my brain is not working well, and I really can't cope with their dirty tricks. "

"I knew you were reliable!"

Blake gave Fenner a thumbs up and said:

"Actually, it's not that bad. With Little Star's relationship, at least the dragons won't get involved. The water element's help makes us not afraid of naval battles. We can just maintain the situation and wait for me to come back.

As for the journey to Draenor, you don’t have to worry, I’ve already found some great helpers.

Lo and behold, here comes the third member of my expedition. "

The pirate pointed forward, and Fenner looked back. An orc wearing a black wolfskin helmet, a pair of axes on his waist, and a big brown bear slowly walked over and was climbing the city wall.

"Lexa, where is your embarrassing flying insect?"

Fenna immediately whistled and sarcastically said to the big orc:

"I saw your bug being beaten in the sky yesterday by the Mantid Wind Lord. It cried miserably, like a baby that couldn't find its mother."

"It went back to the insect nest to rest, and it was indeed beaten quite badly."

Lexa wasn't angry, he just shrugged and said:

“But Ayamis has already obtained the superior genes of the Mantid Wind Lord. It only needs to heal its wounds to become stronger. For bugs, anything that cannot kill them will only become their nourishment.

What a cruel way to grow up.

But it’s also the true way of the beast. "

"Not just bugs, but all living things."

Blake snapped his fingers and said:

"Whatever doesn't kill us will make us weirder and stronger. Don't follow the Windrunner mentor back to the Broken Isles, Rexxar.

After everything in Pandaria is over, we'll go to Draenor.

Have you heard from your people lately? "

"Oh, no."

Lexa walked over to Blake.

The big brown bear Misha raised her bear paw in a friendly manner and patted Blake. The strength made the pirate's bones crack. It seemed that Misha was stronger again. It was probably because Lexa, a man of the wilderness, had no respect for the beast. As a result, the understanding of the Tao becomes more and more profound.

But Lexa, who had always been silent, would be somewhat depressed.

He sat next to Blake, patted his beloved brown bear, and whispered:

"I asked Chief Red to send wolf cavalry back to Draenor to search, but they only found some of my lost clansmen. There is still no news about my father and the warriors of the Mok'Nathal clan.

However, the Broken Breakers of Nagrand said that their patrols on the Gorgrond border had heard some outrageous gossip. It was said that there were still some strange orcs operating in the occupied area that was already occupied by demons.

They were fighting a guerrilla war against demons, and they killed a lot of tough guys.

I doubt.

If that news is true, my father and my tribe are probably still near the destroyed ancestral land. "

"Fighting guerrillas in demon-occupied areas?"

Blake blinked, gave a thumbs up and said:

"As expected of a strong man from Mok'Nasa, your father is really going strong. Okay, don't worry, we will be there in half a month at most. Then we will help you find your father first, and then we will get down to business.

Speaking of which, I know that there are some rare animals in certain areas of Pandaria. They are born from the aura of Pandaria. They are very rare soul beasts.

I usually don't tell other people this news.

Considering that we are going to fight in Draenor, would you like to replenish your arsenal before setting off? "

"No."

Lexa was a little moved. This big orc who loved beasts more than being close to his compatriots blinked his eyes, and finally shook his head. He touched Misha beside him and said:

“There are so many magical beasts in Azeroth, and although I am eager to share their power and wildness, I also know that I can’t be too greedy.

They belong to nature.

If I can't share enough energy with them, it's better not to disturb them.

For example, I like the wind, but I can't let the wind stop for me. I like clouds, but I can't let the clouds fall around me. During my time in Pandaria, I learned a lot from the wise Pandaren.

for example

Be content and happy. "

"Hey, you talked so much, just to cover up that you spent too much energy on taming Ayamis."

The stinky pirate who is also a hunter ruthlessly exposed Rexxa's slight sadness.

He held his pipe in his mouth and said:

"The way of the insect swarm is the most obscure of the ways of beasts. Even for a genius hunter like you, it is not a secret that can be understood casually.

You are born to associate with wild beasts. You belong to the wilderness. When you master the secrets of the swarm, you will eventually return to Pandaria and tame those rare creatures with your own hands.

You are a good hunter and a greedy one, Rexxar. "

"You're right, I admit it."

The big orc shrugged and did not deny Black's statement.

He reached out and held the wolf fang hanging around his neck, and whispered:

"There is a roaring beast in everyone's heart. The two of us are relatively lucky. We found our own herd of beasts and that's all."

"Blake!"

Just as the pirates and orc friends were sharing their insights on the way of the hunter, the traveler Zhou Zhuo came quickly on his Xianglong Mishi. He landed on the city wall, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and shouted to his pirate friend arrive:

"Come with me quickly, the four gods are about to open the door to the gods. Something happened over there in the Valley of Eternal Blossoms!"