Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1535 168. The Single Love Song of Lick the Black Horn-——Additional update【2225】

"Two more barrels of the best spirits for me and my brother!"

In the Bloodhoof Totem City that had just been built in the Barrens three months ago, in the busiest bar in the dock area, an evil ruffian's voice slapped the table and shouted:

"Bring us good, unwatered wine. If you dare to fool us with garbage, I will tear down your shabby bar! I always do what I say. Hiccup~"

This threatening shout ended with a funny burp, causing a group of complicated sailors around to laugh.

They all come from the South China Sea or Kul Tiras. Some are merchant ship crews who have been forced to withdraw from the golden route due to the recent increasingly cruel commercial competition in the South China Sea. They have come to this new route to make a living, and some are private expedition teams from Kul Tiras. , merchants employed by the Great Sea came to the tauren city in this barren land to see the feasibility of organizing commercial trade.

Some of them are not good people at first glance. The ferocious look on their faces while they are having a drink at the wine table and their generally miserable postures with missing arms and legs indicate that these guys must have lived a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife.

But in this new and bustling city, no one refuses the arrival of these guys, let alone their lavish spending.

Although the local Bloodhoof tauren have just learned to run a seaport city, they have the best teachers in Jingtooth City in the Barrens. The goblins there rely on the waters at the end of the Golden Route to eat well.

The tauren only need to learn how to operate from them. Even if they only learn one-tenth of what the goblins do, it will be enough to earn huge wealth to support this city.

"boom"

The tall and round tauren bartender carried two barrels of wine and placed them at the table in the corner of the lively bar. The young bartender quickly helped the two guests open the barrels while looking at them curiously.

These two looked very strange.

But the black bull with the antlers must have come from Highmountain.

Chief Kane Bloodhoof has announced that the Antlers are loyal allies of the Bloodhoof. Although the two clans are far apart, they are brothers.

In the Bloodhoof Totem, there are some antlered cattle active all year round.

Therefore, for the sake of this "brother" who came from afar, the young bartender specially brought them good wine without water. This was all high-quality spirits shipped from Pandaria, 100% Grain brewing is a rare high-quality product in the sea.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

The curious look of the young tauren bartender quickly aroused the dissatisfaction of the human sitting with the deer-horned bull. The guy held a pipe in his mouth and said angrily:

"Do we have flowers on our faces?"

"Uh, no, guest."

The bartender said with a very skillful apology:

"It's just that the two of you are strangers to each other, so I looked at you a few more times. Where are you from? What business do you do here at Blood Hoof Totem?"

"Oh, that's big business."

Blake snorted, drank down the strong wine in the tauren-style clay pot wine glass in his hand, let out a comfortable groan, and slammed the glass on the table, then wiped his mouth and looked like an alcoholic. Bragging about:

"We are going to cause trouble in this city! I am going to sneak into old Kane's tent, break his favorite pipe, and then hang up his useless son and beat him!

I will rush into Hamuul's den and burn all the seeds he has worked so hard to collect!

Finally, I will gather the Grimtotem thugs, rush into your city, rob, and finally make your city a mess!

Ha, are you scared? "

"Uh, guest, the Grim Totem has been renamed the Tide Totem, and those thugs on land have also switched careers to become pirates in the North Sea. Their camps in Thousand Needles are all empty.

I heard that he made a fortune in the North Sea and planned to build a small island in the sea to dominate. "

The young bartender has also seen it before. He knows that these old seals and drunkards will talk nonsense when they drink too much.

He didn't care about Black's ferocious speech, but politely connected the open wine barrel to the small faucet, helped the two guests pour wine, and said:

"The wine has been served, guests, please enjoy it."

After speaking, he glanced at the deer-horned cow brother who didn't say a word and seemed very sad, shook his head, and turned to greet other guests.

"Hahaha, Gamor, who was going to meet a terrible fate in my prophecy, now has such a good eloquence."

Blake squinted his eyes and stared at the young bartender who was greeting people among a group of old seals. He took a sip from his glass and whispered:

"Sure enough, environment determines destiny."

"Are you free enough to predict your fate to a bartender?"

Heijiao picked up the wine glass glumly, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

Blake shook his head when he saw this way of drinking. Although tauren generally have a good capacity for drinking because they are naturally strong, if Black Horn drinks like this, he will be able to drink it in at most ten minutes.

Hmm, this guy seems to be an adult pure-blooded black dragon in disguise?

Uh, that's okay.

Even if he drank all the wine in the entire Blood Hoof Totem, he wouldn't get drunk. The dragons' alcohol capacity was terrifying, except of course the idiot Little Star.

By a pirate's standards, Little Star's drinking capacity is quite good.

But by the dragon's standards, Little Xingxing is an out-and-out weakling. According to Black's statistics, an average of twenty-two bottles of wine can knock that guy down.

"When I have nothing to do, I always consciously exercise my prophetic ability. This is probably my lifestyle that is different from other prophets."

Blake held his pipe in his mouth. In the rising smoke, he looked at the drunkards around him and said:

"But no matter which world they are in, the fate of most people is mediocre. I don't even need to use the prophet's predictions to guess how their lives will develop.

From this point of view, you are really a lucky person, my dear Noire.

After all, you are born strong and live a long life

Although I have just experienced the pain of falling out of love, after all, this can be regarded as an experience in life, right? "

"Don't use that word."

Black Point grabbed the wine glass, but found it empty.

Feeling depressed today, there was a fire burning in his heart, so he simply abandoned his usual elder elegance, grabbed the wine barrel at hand, unplugged the faucet, and drank tons of money into his mouth.

Even among a group of drunkards, such behavior is shocking.

At this moment, the entire bar fell silent. The old sea dogs of all races looked at Heijiao, who was holding the barrel and drinking heavily, with a look of dumbfounded admiration.

There were even some drunken guys cheering for the bold alcoholic’s mighty drunken demeanor.

It took Black Point less than ten seconds to finish a barrel of wine under Black's admiring gaze. He threw the empty barrel away, wiped his mouth, and said to the pirate:

"It was not a broken love. You know what? I felt that I had lost something very important in my life, her. That woman who suddenly appeared was like a mystery. She attracted me in an instant and made me addicted to it. I couldn't extricate myself.

I knew she was faking it from day one.

but i can't resist

It's like instinct, the kind of instinct that has never been awakened in ten thousand years, burning like crazy at that moment. I'm like... I can't describe it. You have many lovers, Blake, can you feel that feeling?

That crazy person wanted to burn the feeling of giving everything for her. I thought I was crazy, but I was willing. Even now, I can't forget her."

"Well, you're drunk, my brother."

Blake looked at Heijiao's blank eyes, raised his glass and said:

"It seems that a bad mood will indeed affect your drinking capacity. Your drinking capacity shouldn't be so bad, but I can understand the feeling you said. Don't look at me with that suspicious look, you bastard.

Although in the eyes of others I am an out-and-out prodigal, I know that I am not a sentimental person.

To tell you the truth, I have also encountered some emotional crises recently.

You were abandoned, and I, what do I say? I probably guessed that maybe in the near future, I will be separated from my lover for a long time."

"Why?"

Black Horn, who was dressed roughly, picked up Black's barrel of wine and once again performed a unique trick. His eyes were red, like an angry black bull.

He stared at Blake and asked:

"Why do people who love each other separate? Will you allow this to happen?"

"Maybe because of fate?"

The pirate put his chin on his hand, tilted his head and said:

"But I obviously will not allow it, nor will I accept it. Even if fate is like this, I will definitely overcome the obstacles of fate and bring her back to me.

You know, a short separation is for a longer companionship.

If we survive the shackles of fate, I don't think anything or force can separate us.

This is what I want to say to you, my dear Noire.

Although that lady asked me to tell you to forget her and stay in High Mountain and live a good life, she obviously doesn't understand men well enough, at least not those men who are deeply affectionate.

Like you, like me.

We will not be afraid of those violent oppressions and choose to give up what we truly love. Maybe you should ask yourself, are you really willing to give everything for her?

Would you do that if you didn't even know her real name? "

"boom"

The wine barrel held in Black Horn's hand was crushed open by the Black Bull's power in the next moment. As sawdust flew across the air, the big Black Bull's Black Horn nostrils spurted out burning columns of air, and even sparks jumped.

His eyes were red and he said:

"I am willing, I believe in my feelings, I believe in my instincts, I have dedicated ten thousand years to the Gaoling clan, and I have protected that place for ten thousand years.

Before Hu En died, he persuaded me to find my destiny. I always felt that my destiny was to help him take care of his blood descendants.

But maybe.

Maybe this is what Hu En, whom I regard as my father, means. He hopes that I can live my own life without being influenced by him. In the past, I didn't want to because I didn't find anything worthy of my pursuit.

But now, it's different.

Teach me, Blake, teach me what to do? "

"Well, good question!"

The pirate laughed and patted the table and said to Black Corner:

"If you want to know how to do this, you must first know who your enemy is, who is preventing you from pursuing the love that has just sparked between you and the lady.

Let me tell you, it's your father.

That madman, that fanatic who calls himself the World Destroyer, that wretch who was driven out of his lair by Huon Highmountain with the hammer in your hand.

Even if he hides, he has no intention of doing good things. As long as he exists for one day, you must remain anonymous. The lady left just to protect you.

It's obvious that she's not as heartless and cold as she lets on.

She had just experienced terrible darkness and disaster, so she didn't dare to ask for her own beauty. "

At this point, Blake touched his chin and said poetically:

"Just like people who stay in winter for a long time, they dare not enjoy the warmth of spring. If you want to win her heart, you must first defeat your father. This is also the tradition of your race.

Just like a young lion challenging an old lion king, you must prove that you are stronger than it, so that you can completely end the curse that is instilled in your blood because of it.

Yes, you must kill it!

Noire! "

Blake's eyes flashed coldly, and he said:

"You must kill it with me. I have my purpose, and you have your own reason to fight. We must kill it to ensure that we both get what we want.

The best part is, you have the weapons to counterbalance it, and I'm looking for ways to kill it.

Be patient, my brother.

We can accomplish this very quickly, and we will become the savior heroes, and you can completely possess that mysterious and elegant aloof lady and turn it into your own possession.

I believe she will not refuse again.

Because this is your tradition.

How about it?

Poor lovelorn, what do you want to do with me? "

"Dry!"

Black Corner clenched his fists, maybe because he was drunk and out of control, or maybe this was his true thought. In short, Black Corner had no hesitation in the face of Black's request.

Two hands, one big and one small, were held together, declaring the oath to fight together.

"Two more barrels of wine! Damn it! Gamore, are you so indifferent? We are out of wine, bring it quickly!"

Blake's noisy shouts echoed in the lively bar the next moment. The young bartender quickly delivered two barrels of wine, and then he saw Black Point and Blake each holding a barrel of wine in ten seconds. I'll finish the liquor inside.

These two guys are like fighting for a drink, constantly drinking, and there are busybodies around who try to join in, but how can those alcoholics who are very confident in their drinking capacity be the opponents of these two guys?

An hour later, the entire tavern was littered with drunken offal, but Blake and Black Point's drinking spree continued.

Gamore, the young bartender, was horrified.

He was determined to find the city guard to maintain order.

Mainly because he was afraid that these two drunkards, who looked like they were not simple at first glance, would not pay after drinking, but the small bag of gems that Noire threw casually completely dispelled Gamor's worries.

He began to serve the two distinguished guests with fine wines more diligently, and soon his wine cellar was empty.

Black and Noire, who had not yet had enough fun, walked out of the tavern arm in arm. The two drunkards discussed going to Sailor Street in Kul Tiras and drinking up every bar there before midnight today to survive.

As Black Horn drunkenly waved the Hammer of Khaz'goroth, the two of them escaped into the earth like magic and disappeared into the city of Bloodhoof Totem.

A few minutes later, the young bartender Gamor, who was cleaning up the mess, heard the noise outside the door. He rushed out to see a group of tauren from the city defense team rushing to the high ground where the chief was.

In their shouting, Gamor learned that a thief broke into the chief's tent, broke the chief's favorite pipe, and tied up the chief's son and beat him.

The den of Lord Druid Hamuul was also broken into, and all the precious seeds of the Arch Druid were burned by the thugs.

"What the hell!"

When the young bartender heard this, he immediately remembered the drunken words Blake boasted to him just now, damn it! Wasn't that guy joking?

Oh, are you going to surrender to the city defense army?

Gamor touched his pocket. The drink money he just accepted for a small bag of gems became hot. How about running away before the city defense army came to catch him?

I heard that the Tide Totem side has been recruiting tauren pirates.