Chapter 707 27. The Help-Seeker Who Came From Afar --- Add More for the First-Line Brothers of Heaven and Man [9/10]
Chapter 707 27. The help-seeker who came from afar --- add more for the first-line brothers of heaven and man [910]
The continent of Kalimdor is vast, and this wild land is full of various terrains. There are two largest deserts in Azeroth in the south of the continent, and the most prosperous forest in the world at the northernmost end. It is a barren land like Thousand Needles, and a prairie rich in biological resources like the Barrens. It is this diverse ecological environment that allows this continent to nurture a variety of life ten times more prosperous than the eastern continent.
There are so many original species in Kalimdor, it is simply a paradise for biologists and hunters.
And speaking of the most beautiful scenery in Kalimdor, apart from the icy Winterspring, the quiet moonlight of Ashenvale, and the lonely smoke in the desert of Silithus, it must belong to the most central part of the Kalimdor continent. Dawn in the Gaolei Grassland.
That was the first ray of light piercing the night. The golden sunlight slid down from the mountains on both sides, like a golden waterfall, splashing on the endless green grassland, and the dewdrops of every weed would reflect The gentle light, the golden and colorful halos seem to have covered the grassland with the most gorgeous coat.
Any traveler who is lucky enough to see this scene will feel the trembling of the soul because of the supernatural workmanship of the Creator. This is also a scenery that people will never get tired of.
And under the sunshine in the morning, in the northern part of the Mulgore Grassland, Thunder Bluff, the city of the Bloodhoof Tauren built on the tall stone pillars at the edge of the mountains, also ushered in the revival after night, accompanied by the sound of deep, simple and vicissitudes The horn sounded, and the whole city woke up at this moment.
Baine Bloodhoof turned over, and the gradually dazzling sunlight shone on his face, causing the young tauren to subconsciously open his eyes. He stretched out his slightly weird three-fingered palm, covering the Eyes, he grunted, turned over and planned to continue sleeping for a while, but before Bane could close his eyes, the young man was awakened by a hasty knock on the door.
Bane rubbed his eyes and stood up from the bed. He moved his body and flicked his tail constantly, trying to make himself more awake. He opened the door, and standing outside the door was a fully armed bull head He is a human warrior, carrying a sharp and heavy spear and shield, and wearing an iron helmet. From the badge on his chest, it can be seen that this strong warrior is a bodyguard who specially protects the chief.
"Bane, the chief asked you to meet him."
The tauren warrior said to the young man in front of him:
"Going right now!"
"All right."
Bane replied with a tauren-specific muffled voice, then turned and went back to his room. After a simple wash, the young warrior was wearing a set of half-worn leather armor and carrying a heavy battle ax on his back. With a black shotgun, he tied a leather bag full of bullets around his waist, and then, facing the golden sunlight, he hurried to the center of Thunder Bluff, where his father, the chief of the Bloodhoof tauren, Kane Bloodhoof was waiting for him there.
Along the way, the tauren kept saying hello to Baine, and Baine kept returning the greetings to them. He occasionally stopped to chat with these compatriots. Thunder Bluff was always full of energy in the early morning. Vendors were selling goods along the street, and hunters were yelling and drinking. They are preparing to go hunting in the plains together, as well as messengers from several other Tauren settlements in the Mulgore Grassland, as well as those noble shamans praising the spirits of the elements against the sun in the westernmost Soul Highland. , in short, this is a vibrant city.
Two-thirds of the 370,000 civilians of the Bloodhoof Tauren tribe live in this city, and the other third are distributed throughout the Mulgore Grassland. This is a shocking number. The once prosperous Bloodhoof clan At the peak, there were more than 1 million clansmen, but now there are only so few people left. On the one hand, it is because they were driven out of the ancestral land of Desolation. In the war with the centaur, the Bloodhoof clan suffered heavy losses.
On the other hand, it was because many tribesmen were bewitched to join the Grimtotem during the war... that terrorist organization mainly composed of tauren racists, and Bane also knew that the leader of the Grimtotem was called " The crone's war shaman Magatha is still hiding in the soul highlands, continuing to confuse his people secretly.
More than once, the young Baine wanted to take a weapon to kill the source of the bloodhoof clan's troubles, but his father always prevented him from doing so... Young people only pursue fun, but the older generation has to consider things Too many, the Grimtotem and the Bloodhoof tribe are inextricably linked, and now is not the time to turn their faces.
In short, the young Bane walked in this highland city full of tents, huts and colorful totems. His reputation here is very high, but it is not just because of Bane's prominent status... this young man He is the only son of Chief Kane. If there is no accident, Bain will become the new chief in the future. Baine's superb reputation is more due to the several battles this young man participated in.
From supporting the centaur and ogre battle in the human kingdom Stormgard, to traveling to Northrend to save the alien king, and then participating in the shocking Silithus Desert War, even though Bane is still just an adult "Maverick", but his war experience is already richer than many "old cows", and Bain's story has also been sung by those troubadours throughout the continent. This immature calf is still from the human kingdom and the orc Guests, just from this high reputation, it is already a certainty that Bane will succeed his father as chief in the future.
Just like the people of the human kingdom are proud of their kings and princes, the simple bloodhoof tauren are also proud of their "princes".
By the way, according to the tauren's aesthetics, Bain Bloodhoof, this immature calf, is still an out-and-out handsome man.
Bane's perfectly curved horns, strong shoulders, muscular chest and beautiful tail, as well as his pair of blue ocean-like eyes and magnetic voice like a drum, have attracted countless tauren girls. drunk.
"Father, here I come."
Bane handed his tomahawk and shotgun to the guards outside the chief's hall, then wagged his tail and strode into the center of Thunder Bluff, which was the chief's hut made of hollowed-out trees. It is carved into the shape of an eagle with spread wings and painted with oil paint, which symbolizes the Tauren's will to yearn for freedom.
And Baine's father, the tauren chief Kane Bloodhoof in his prime, was sitting cross-legged in the center of the shed. His face was almost carved out of the same mold as Baine's, but he was more mature than Baine. Powerful, just judging from the temperament he exudes, it can be seen that this is a real top fighter... Brox Saurfang, the Warlord of the orcs, often comes to find Kane to compete in martial arts.
But even the powerful Brox, when facing Kane holding a spear, the result is at most 50/50. If it is not for the gentle nature of the tauren, if Kane's character is more like an orc. Desire, then it will be difficult for Brooks to win.
The tauren's innately strong physique and terrifying endurance and strength make this rare race rich in powerful warriors. If it weren't for the difficulty in breeding the tauren, they would have become the land overlord of Kalimdor long ago.
"Fu"
Hearing his son's voice, Chief Kane, wearing a white eagle feather crown symbolizing his identity as a chief, put down the pipe in his hand. He exhaled two plumes of thick smoke from his nostrils, and then waved to his son. :
"Come here, Bane, come and meet your Uncle Hamuul."
Bain obediently walked into the center of the shed, and sat cross-legged beside his father. In front of his eyes was a brazier hanging from the hearth, with some incense in it. While the flame was burning, the whole shed was lit by this special fire. Incense gives off a quirky smell that calms the mind with just one sniff.
On the opposite side of Bain, sitting is the new Blightcaller archdruid Hamuul Runetotem, this tauren elder who once had a good talk with the Blightcaller Prime Minister, joined Blightcaller a year ago, As Myana said, Hamuul has a terrifyingly powerful talent for natural spells. In just over a year, he has been blessed and recognized by the Seed of Nature, and has become the leader of the Blightcaller group. The sixth Archdruid and the first Archdruid in the tauren group.
Today, Hamuul is here on behalf of the Blightcaller. He hopes to recruit some compatriots in the Bloodhoof Tribe who are interested in natural magic to enrich the power of the Bloodhoof Tribe. In addition, Hamuul also brings another news.
"Uncle Hamuul, you look much younger."
Bain complimented Hamuul, which made Hamuul laugh out loud. The simple tauren archdruid clapped his hands and said to Kane who was sitting on the side:
"Look at our little Bain, this cunning calf has also learned to flatter others. Sure enough, our Bain has also grown up in the constant tempering of war."
"certainly."
Chief Kane, who is as strong as a mountain, is also very satisfied with his son. He put the pipe in his mouth and patted his son on the shoulder:
"Bane will make a fine chieftain in the future, and he will lead the Bloodhoof clan to a bright future... But, Hamuul, do you really think that would be a good idea?"
The tauren chief turned his head to look at his good brother who grew up with him, and facing Kane's eyes, Hamuul held the tea and nodded slightly:
"Of course, Kane, you have just finished listening to my narration. What I want to say is that the Gaoling clan in Highmountain and our bloodhoof tauren are compatriots from the same origin, even though the two sides were separated ten thousand years ago. Contact, but the fetters in the blood are not so easy to eliminate, we should be more active to help them... More importantly, the Bloodhoof clan suffered heavy losses in the war with the centaur, Kane, you and I are from that Those who survived the hell of war..."
Having said that, the Arch Druid's tone became a little lower. He took a sip of tea and said softly:
"Relying on the natural reproduction of the Bloodhoof Tribe, we may need 50 years to recover, but if...if the two big clans can merge into one, the Bloodhoof Tribe will surpass our former peak in an instant. ..we don't even need to start a war, we help the Highmountain tauren now, and after their war is over, we will also get help from the Highmountain clan, to regain the ancestral lands of Desolace...It's easy!"
"not to mention..."
The archdruid narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed in Hamuul's eyes:
"What's more, Kane, the "Old Woman" Magatha is determined, you dare not break with her completely because of the current bad situation of the clan, but if we get the friendship of the Gaoling clan, the two big clans will stand together, We don't need that villain anymore, her existence is the source of the bloodhoof clan's turmoil, and we should have expelled her long ago, or..."
Bain couldn't understand a word that the two elders said, until Hamuul and Kane stopped talking, Bain flicked his tail, and then asked in a deep voice:
"Father, uncle, what are you talking about? Who is the Highmountain clan? Where is Highmountain? Are they our people? Why have I never seen them?"
"hehe"
Kane glanced back at his son, the tauren chief had a weird smile on his lips, he patted Bane on the back, and said loudly:
"You don't need to know so much, my son, go now, put on your best clothes and dress up smartly, your Uncle Hamuul will be taking you to meet some 'friends' soon."
"Maybe, that will be your future...wife too."
"Um???"
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"It sucks!"
A few hours later, at the entrance of the Mulgore Grasslands, Archdruid Hamuul representing the Blightcaller Druids and Baine representing the Bloodhoof clan were waiting for the messenger from Highmountain.
Bane has been forced to change into the costume of the young chieftain, a gorgeous crown of white eagle feathers, a simple and cumbersome wooden armor that has been cast with shaman spells, a ritual battle ax on his back, and There are huge totems staggered behind him, painted with pictures representing the history of the Bloodhoof tauren, Bain was forced to paint a blue battle pattern on his face, and hanging on his belt is the horn passed down from generation to generation by the Bloodhoof clan .
This outfit made Bane look like a legendary tauren warrior from history, more like Indian chiefs from another world.
In the past, this suit was only worn by Bain during the tauren celebrations on the summer solstice every year. It was not used for war at all. It was a set of ritual armor. Baine didn't like it. stuff, but he had to wear it.
What made Bain even more boring was that his father had already started thinking about his marriage, which was ridiculous! Bain has just come of age, just like all young people, he longs for a few more years of free life, he doesn't want to think about marriage at all now, and Bain has not found his sweetheart either.
He complained to Uncle Hamuul beside him:
"Are you and my father crazy? Uncle, the daughter of the chief of Highmountain, I have never seen her before! It is impossible for me to like her, so don't worry about it! I will decide my own life I want to go to the battlefield, I want to challenge those legendary creatures, my life is still very long, I don't need to think about these things now..."
"Take it easy, Bane."
Hamuel raised his head with a smile. At the end of his sight, a group of people riding on a huge moose was slowly approaching. Hamuel straightened his clothes, and he winked at his nephew Bane. :
"Get ready, they are coming... And, seize the opportunity, Bain, that Meera Gaoling is said to be a truly beautiful woman, I can say responsibly, you will never find her again There is a more suitable partner than her."
"snort!"
Bain picked up the horn at his waist with some anger and disdain. According to the tradition of the Bloodhoof tauren, he will blow the horn himself to express the welcome of the Bloodhoof clan to the compatriots who came from afar. Wagging his tail, looking at the figures in the distance, he said stubbornly:
"I won't fall in love with that Meera! No matter how beautiful she is! I'll be alone for the rest of my life! Even if I jump off Thunder Bluff! I won't be fooled by you! I swear!"