Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Blake! Don't do this!"

On a battlefield full of demon corpses, when he heard Blake say the word "war", Lexa's expression changed drastically and he immediately stopped him:

"You can do this."

"Shh shh shh, Lexa, be quiet, this matter has nothing to do with you now."

Black waved his finger in front of Orc Batman and said:

"Now this is the grudge between the undead pirates and the Mok'Nassa clan. To put it simply, the next step is the personal grudge between me and Lord Leorox.

I rarely show kindness to others, and I hate it even more when others reject me. Regardless of whether you need it or not, we are here to help the Mok'Nassar clan!

So, what do you say?

The old Beast King who had already died once but somehow came back to life? "

The pirate's last words were whispered so low that only he, Leolocs, and Rexxa beside him could hear them.

This sentence was like a magical key, which suddenly opened up the hostility of the stubborn old man in front of him, who looked at Blake with a surprised and complicated look.

The latter shrugged and introduced himself;

"Don't look at me like that, old Beast King. In addition to being a hunter, I'm also a prophet. I can see the fate of those important people, and I also know a lot about the magical things that exist in this land.

It's not that you don't want to take your tribe out of here.

You can't leave here. "

pirate said:

"Your life force has been linked to the magical evergreen woodland, and the ancient will of life of this land has chosen you to be its final guardian.

I think it must be very helpless.

After all, it was once a mortal enemy of your orc ancestors. It must have chosen an orc as its final carrier only when it was at its most desperate.

You can't go anywhere.

As long as you take one step away from Gorgrond, as long as you abandon this land, you will die immediately, no, no, no, that is not accurate, you are already dead!

Lord Leorox, the great chieftain of the Mok'Nathal clan and the most powerful hunter in the world of Draenor, may have died in the first wave of the demonic invasion.

What exists here is just an undead soul with the same name as him and inherited his identity.

An undead soul bound here for eternity from which there is no way to escape.

It also guided you to find the Heart of Magron buried deep under the earth. It also taught you to tame Gruul, the King of Gronn. It was also he who rescued this black dragon and became your pet.

Your black dragon pet is in exactly the same situation as you. "

At this point, Blake covered his eyes and said sadly:

"Oh, what on earth was I expecting before."

"Father!"

Lexa couldn't hold back anymore after hearing this.

The orc "Batman" looked at Leolocs, whose expression became heavy and dim. He clenched his fists and said:

"Is what Blake said true? You really have."

"It's not just him."

Blake looked at the hunters of the Mok'Nasa clan behind him with a regretful expression, and whispered:

"I guess there are many good hunters who are 'alive' like him in the ruins of Evermore Woodland.

This land is desperately trying to save itself from the disaster of demonic invasion, and these strong men of Mok'Nathan who are stuck here and unwilling to leave are the 'last legion' it uses to defend itself.

The more than seventy people in front of you should be the last living people in your clan.

I'll just say it.

With the demons already occupying 80% of the land, how could these Mok'Nassar people carry out guerrilla warfare so recklessly under their noses?

The demons are not fools, how could they not even be able to deal with such an attack? "

Silence fell between the three of them.

Ten seconds later, Leolocs put away his battle ax and said in a stiff tone:

"You two, come with me! We need to talk."

After saying that, he gave orders to the other tribesmen to gather the beasts and clean the battlefield, then took Blake and Rexxar on his black dragon war beast and flew towards the lush jungle outside the canyon of this high mountain corridor. go.

From a high altitude, you can see the entire Gorgrond. Wherever Blake sees it, there are large and small demon casting camps scattered across the rugged land of Gorgrond, which is covered by mountains and canyons.

On the coastline in the far north, there is a surprisingly large demon fortress, which should be the ancestral homeland of the Blackstone Orcs.

But now the entire mountain has been completely fortified by demons.

Dark green evil energy poured into the sky everywhere, forming a thick evil energy cloud above the head, blocking the sunlight and making it difficult for plants on this land to grow again.

There were flying magic bats everywhere flying down from the rotating dark green clouds in the sky, while the demon guards on the ground formed an army to flatten the hills and shape the marching road.

Countless hellhounds roared across the land, and slaves of all races were captured to work in the mines, digging out ore that was smelted by demons into weapons and siege weapons.

At a glance, the entire Gorgrond was almost green, and people felt panicked.

Compared with this doomsday scene, the demon-casting camp that the pirates had just destroyed was not even a drop in the bucket. In the time they destroyed one camp, ten demon-casting camps of the same size sprang up.

"see it?"

Leorox, who was piloting the black dragon to fly towards the last green jungle in Gorgrond, felt tired from the depths of his soul. He said in a desperate tone to the two people behind him:

"This is Gorgrond now, this is our enemy, and I died under that mountain. I couldn't count how many demons I killed before I died, but every time I killed one, more demons rushed towards me. .

My Gronn Beast Bone War Spear is broken.

My wyvern is dead.

There is no body left of my lynx.

Only five of the hundred warriors who followed me to fight the demons escaped, and the youngest among them saw my death with his own eyes.

When I was reborn in Yongmao Woodland, he couldn't accept all this. The night he fled with his tribe, I saw despair in the child's eyes.

I know that my death will hit him hard.

I don’t even blame him for leading his tribe to surrender to the devil, because if it were me, I would probably make the same choice, and we wouldn’t win at all! "

Leolocs said sadly:

“The Draenei prophet claimed that the Holy Light would save the world, but his Holy Light couldn’t even stop the crazy orcs, so how could he save the world?

Ner'zhul said he would return the legacy of the elements to Draenor.

I'm sure he's not kidding, but what if the elemental powers return?

I have seen destruction, and it is unstoppable.

I originally thought that my earth would pay me a second death, but that didn't change anything. "

Rexxa wanted to speak to comfort his depressed father, but the sight in front of him made it impossible for him to say anything encouraging. The gap was right in front of him.

This is not an enemy that can be defeated by willpower.

Even Gorgrond on the rear front was already in such bad shape. Rexxar simply didn't dare to think about how bad the situation in Shadowmoon Valley would be when facing the demonic invasion.

But the pirates didn't care.

He didn't seem to see the desperate scene of demonic invasion in front of him at all. He had seen worse things than this, and this was drizzle.

"Then don't blame me for speaking frankly, old Beast King."

Black stood on the back of the black dragon with his hands on his hips and said to Leorox:

"You dead are bound to Gorgrond by Draenor's will to live and cannot be free. How many times you want to die is your business, but the living can still be saved.

I want those seventy-plus Mok'Nathal hunters.

Make a price.

Also, how much would it cost to appoint His Royal Highness Prince Rexxar as the next chief of the Mok'Nathal clan? Say it together and I'll think about it. "

"Blake, I don't need this."

Lexa's mood is very complicated now. He has seen and heard too many things today that are difficult to accept. Even though he has always had strong self-control, this will be a bit overwhelmed.

When he heard that Black was fighting for him to fight for the remaining Mok'Nassar clansmen, he was very grateful for the pirate's help, but he was really not in the mood to think about it right now.

"No, you need it!"

As a result, the next second, Blake and Leorox scolded Lexa in unison.

The pirate shrugged at this divine synchronization and made a "please" gesture to the old Beast King, indicating that the old man would speak first.

Well, actually most of the time, Blake is a guy who respects the elderly and loves the young.

"Rexa, the last thing I saw when I died was you, but at that time I was full of anger towards you and at the same time I felt a trace of happiness that a clan leader should not have."

Leolocs looked forward and said to his son from a third-person perspective:

"Your running away broke my heart, and the humiliation of being betrayed made me determined that I would never accept you again in this life. This is a necessary determination for a clan leader to maintain his inheritance in this place of suffering.

But when we encountered disaster, you were not with me but stayed safely in another world, which made me feel joy as a father.

At least, you can still be alive.

I'm not a good father.

I know that my stubbornness and severity have made you suffer a lot, and I have never expected to be forgiven by you, especially after your mother's death.

I'm not a good chief either. When you broke the tradition and left the ancestral land for the first time, I should have chopped you to death, but I failed in the end and allowed you to take away the clan's sacred objects.

I'm in a dilemma.

That night I lost my son and became a terrible leader.

I won't forgive you.

But now, I must leave the clan to you!

Because only you can lead the last Mok'Natha out of trouble, and the legacy must be preserved! You have to remember this.

No matter where you take them, whether to Nagrand or to the new world that opens its arms to you, you must remember that you are a Mok'Nathal!

You belong in the wilderness, and you own your herd!

You must have the cunning and cruelty of a wolf, you must be as brave as the Lion King, you must be as tough as the Ox King, you must be as powerful as the Flying Dragon Commander, and you must be as sharp as the Eagle King!

You must possess the beautiful qualities of all the beasts in the world, and you must lead your weak herd to become strong again.

This is what Leorox wants to say to you at the moment of his death.

I, the undead, am just relaying it.

But there is one thing, before you can command the beasts, you must first show your power to the cruel beasts! The traitor who led her tribe to surrender to the devil, Magda!

You must get his head back with your own hands!

You must punish those beasts that betray the herd.

Kill them!

Draw strength from their corpses to complete the ritual. "

"Magda?"

Rexxar was struck by lightning when he heard the name of the betrayer. He shook his hands and said:

"The boy who hunted with me since childhood, the boy who admired me the most, the boy who once wanted to leave with me. How could it be him?"

"It was your running away that led him astray, it was you who taught him weakness!"

Leolocs shook his head and said:

"That night more than eight years ago, you irresponsibly left and destroyed a beast that could become the king of beasts with your own hands. Now, it's time for you to correct this mistake with your own hands.

I know this is cruel.

Because it is cruel, it must be done by your own hands! Let me tell you that this is the price of making mistakes as a leader. The death of LS, the war wolf you raised with your own hands, taught you to distinguish between good and evil.

I believe Magda's death can teach you more. "

After saying that, the old orc didn't give Lexa any chance to refute. He looked at Black and said:

"As for you, the foreign prophet, you want my clan to fight for you? That's not impossible. Judging from your relationship with Rexxar, he will definitely fight for you.

But the old lion in me disagrees!

You are also a hunter, you have understood the heart of the beast, and you are also the leader of the herd. Then you should know that in order to tame a group of dire wolves, you must first make them fear you.

There are too many demons in Gorgrond, and no one can kill them all, but at least we can kill their leader directly. This may not alleviate the suffering, but at least it can give people a sigh of relief! "

Leolocs looked at Blake, pointed at the fortress in the distance, and said:

"Sitting there are the monsters who command these demons, the Abyss Lord Agona of Anihellan, who calls himself the King of the Abyss, and the cunning Lord of Nathrezim, Varimathras.

go!

Kill them!

As long as you can do it, I will not only make the Moknasa clan loyal to you!

I'll give this to you again! "

The old beast king touched a stone hanging around his waist that looked like a gem, and he said:

"With the Heart of Magronn, you can command all the gronn in the world of Draenor to fight for you. Although there are not many of them left, there are still some gronn cubs in Everglades.

As long as you have enough patience, these creatures born from rocks will build the whole world for you!

So, Black Shaw, the pirate of Azeroth, do you accept this condition that is close to death?

To be honest, I think you should say no.

After all you look like a big shot, look at your two beasts, there is nothing wrong with them except being weak. Take a look at the weapons in your hands. Their flashiness is their greatest advantage.

Finally, there is your beast heart. Always thinking about using wisdom to control the beast nature for your own use is probably the reason why you are so weak and so cute.

You never even dared to take a risk like the wild beast. "

"Hey, hey, you orc, be careful what you say!"

Blake's eyes flashed with danger as he said:

"My last desperate hunt brought me so much 'prey' that you, a middle-aged old widower who lost his wife, can't even imagine. I don't let myself go crazy because it's not necessary.

My dark wisdom can solve most problems. "

"There are always opponents that you can't solve with lies and wisdom. Then you will know why the wounded beast is the most terrifying."

The old beast king shrugged.

He said:

"I can teach you to control the beast and become one with it perfectly. This is a secret that only Chief Mok'Nasa can master. I chose Rexxar to become the chief because he understood this secret on his own.

But without the blood of Mok'Natha, without my help, it will take you a long, long time to reach that state.

I can help you.

But you have to find something that can make me, an old dead man, happy. Then, go hunting, young and ambitious beasts, and show your hands to the devils.

Also show me, this old man, his skills.

So that I can convince myself to willingly give up everything I protect at the end. "