Menethil's Power

Chapter 488 Dusty name

"Well, shouldn't we rest?" Delaxul asked boldly, he was almost unable to walk.

Although warlocks can use fel energy to strengthen their bodies, making them have stronger physical fitness and endurance than other spellcasting professions, but Draxul's attainments in his profession are not very high, so his physical fitness is also limited. Better than ordinary orc warriors.

In two days, they have entered Stonetalon Peak from Desolace, climbed over many mountains, and arrived at the Barrens. This can be said to be a rather long journey.Rexxar never let go of Drak'Thul's rope, so the poor warlock could only stagger forward along with it.

After walking for such a long time day and night, with only a few rests during the period, Rexxar himself didn't feel anything special. He was obviously used to this kind of life, but Delaxul complained endlessly, and was even forced to Use a healing stone to replenish stamina.

Healing stones are consumable magic items made by warlocks with fel energy. The raw materials are the soul and vitality of an innocent victim. The effect of use is to restore physical strength and heal injuries.

Earlier, Drak'Thul was still thinking about escaping, thinking about whether he should leave some marks so that those demons who didn't seem very smart and their summoners could realize that Drak'Thul was missing, and then To discover these signs again, to finally pursue such a long way to free him...

Draxul himself knew how stupid and unrealistic such an idea was.

He soon stopped thinking about this kind of thing, not only because he was tired from head to toe after being constantly forced to drive, but also because he found that he had no chance to make a mark at all, and it was impossible for his companions to track down Rexxar's body. Traces, this seemingly rough guy is actually as careful as a hair. The rebuilt Twilight's Hammer clan has actually controlled many places in Desolace, but Rexxar did not disturb any sentry points, captured him accurately, and then returned Take him out of Desolace.

It was as if there was an eye in the sky helping him.

Under this kind of surveillance, Drake Sur knew that he couldn't play any tricks, and was finally honest.

Hearing the orc warlock's request at this time, Rexxar stopped and turned his head slowly, without speaking immediately.

"My lord, I need to rest." Drake Sur continued, he has found that this big man is not absolutely difficult to get along with, at least he is not as moody and difficult to serve as Red, "Even if you really want to take me to Austria Grima, you won't let me die from exhaustion in the middle of the journey, will you? Or, can you arrange a mount for me?"

His gaze turned to Misha, who was as tall as a man lying on her stomach, and the giant bear gave him a threatening look.

"Misha is my partner, not a mount. No one can use it as a slave." Rexxar said lightly: "The sweet water oasis is ahead, let's rest there."

Draxul breathed a sigh of relief. He actually not only wanted to rest now, but also hoped to delay the time to reach Orgrimmar. Although he didn't know when he would have a chance to escape, delay was always necessary.

Sweetwater Oasis is located in the central part of the barren land. It is a very surprising thing to see such verdant vegetation on a nearly deserted grassland, not to mention the clear and sweet water.

But this kind of oasis often also means danger, because those who can occupy the oasis in such a barren place must be the power that dominates one side, and this power obviously will not welcome two uninvited guests who arrive suddenly.

Draxul's heart tightened, he heard a low, chaotic and dense sound, it was the sound of horseshoes, but Kalimdor continent has no other horse creatures except prairie zebras, so it occupies the sweet water oasis There is only one possibility for the living creature, and that is the centaur.

Desolace itself is the birthplace of centaurs, and the descendants of these earth elemental princess Therads and the forest guardian Zaerta spread from Maraudon to most of central Kalimdor.The Twilight's Hammer established a territory in Desolace, which naturally inevitably caused friction with these natives, so Drak'thul knew that these centaurs were irritable and belligerent, xenophobic by nature and difficult to communicate with.

From the sound of horseshoes, it can be heard that the people living here are not small tribes. Is it possible that this ogre is going to fight?Maybe this is his chance to escape.

Rexxar did not hide his tracks, and the centaur in the Sweetwater Oasis immediately spotted them. After all, it wasn't just the two of them who arrived, there was also a giant bear and a war pig.

There were many spears, and the centaurs instantly gathered together, but instead of rushing forward, they kept a certain distance and shouted loudly.

There were hundreds of centaurs. Interestingly, although they looked menacing, they were crowded in a small place and did not dare to take a half step forward.

On the other side of them, there were only two people and two beasts.

Of course Draxul would not be so stupid as to think that these centaurs are afraid of him, so the only explanation is...

Rexxar stared at the opposite side, a series of strange syllables came out of his mouth, he should be speaking the language of centaurs, soon there was some commotion among those centaurs, after a few minutes they slowly receded, taking the area Space was given up.

"What did you say to them to make them so obedient?" Draxul couldn't help asking.

"I just told them that this time I was just passing by and didn't intend to deal with them." Rexxar said lightly.

Draxul was taken aback, "That means you have dealt with them before?"

"I've been wandering around Kalimdor, and I killed their Khan the last time I was here." Rexxar said lightly.

Draxul choked.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and it was indeed time to rest. The tired traveler set up camp, lit a bonfire, and recharged his batteries for the next day's journey.

There are many large freshwater turtles in the pool of the sweet water oasis, plus the wild animals hunted along the way, this dinner is quite sumptuous. As a person walking in the wilderness, Rexxar naturally has excellent cooking skills.Misha and Hofer had amazing appetites, but they had already hunted on their own on the road, so they didn't eat much at this time, and the war eagle Spyley of the god steed also landed on Rexxar's shoulder, tearing The meat strips handed over by the master.

Draxul understood that this should be Rexxar's "eyes in the sky".

Rexxar didn't start eating until the animal companions had finished eating. Of course, he wouldn't make things difficult for Drake'sul. He even untied the rope on the orc warlock. Anyway, with the ability of this poor warlock, even if he escaped may escape his pursuit.

The comfort of regaining freedom, coupled with the quelling of the hunger in his belly, Delaxul was in a good mood for a while, and seemed to let go of his vigilance, "You should have arrived in this world with the tribe back then? "

Rexxar didn't reply, just nodded slightly.

The opening of the Dark Portal back then not only brought orcs to Azeroth, but also many creatures who had a hard time living in the broken Draenor came to Azeroth to regain their lives, including several eaters. People and demons, they were originally only humanoid creatures unique to Draenor, but now they can be seen in most parts of Azeroth.

Rexxar knew that Drak'Thul had misunderstood him as an ordinary ogre, but it didn't matter much, and he wasn't going to explain anything.

"I don't know which clan you belong to?" Delaxul asked cautiously, as if he was trying to get close, or asking for news.

"Mokresa." Rexxar responded blankly.

Draxul was stunned for a moment, and then showed a somewhat embarrassed expression. He knew about this clan with both ogre and orc blood, but he didn't think about it before.

Rexxar still didn't express anything special, his communication with the orc warlock was limited to one question and one answer.He never talked nonsense, but at the same time, he didn't seem to be particularly wary, so Drake'sul soon knew that Rexxar chose to wander at the end of the second war and no longer joined the tribe.

Misha and Hofer lay on the ground, their huge bodies heaving and falling regularly, almost falling asleep, but against the background of the bonfire on the other side, there was a little peaceful atmosphere, even though the two were in the relationship of captives and captives.

"Actually, I almost chose to leave the tribe at that time." Drake Sur sighed: "At that time, everything was over,...Doomhammer was defeated and captured, the tree fell and the hozen scattered, and everyone could only go their separate ways. ..."

He said, thinking that it would resonate with Rexxar, but he never thought that what the two experienced was a completely different historical moment, and the latter did not point out this point, but just listened silently.

"We chose to go to sea at that time. The ocean of Azeroth is vast and boundless, and the Alliance cannot completely control it..."

"Is this your master Lei Gude leading you to make this decision?" Rexxar asked suddenly.

"Uh, yes." Draxul said with a strange face, but he still said with certainty. In fact, he himself was a little uncomfortable pronouncing the name.

Rexxar snorted coldly, as if expressing disdain.

"Actually, you don't have to hate us warlocks too much." Draxul smiled bitterly, "Essentially speaking, fel energy is just a kind of power. We use it to protect ourselves and achieve our goals, which is the same as praying for elements of."

"Elements won't allow you to summon so many evil monsters to conspire against your compatriots." Rexxar pointed out bluntly.

"Do I think so?" Draxul was still a little aggrieved, "The new tribe is full of hope, if Lord Gul'dan hadn't insisted on completing his plan, I..."

Rexxar's momentum changed in an instant, the leisurely atmosphere of taking a nap disappeared, and he stared at the orc warlock with the gaze of a captured prey.

Draxul showed a smile that was uglier than crying. The warm food and bonfire paralyzed his nerves, causing him to inadvertently mention that name, which was already a taboo name for the entire orc group.

He thought he could soften Rexxar's attitude, but he never thought that he was actually falling into a trap.

"Gul'dan? Didn't you just say that your master is Raygood?" Lexa approached step by step, his body blocked the flames, but there was a mountain of pressure.

Draxul could only show a toothless smile again, "What did I say? Gul'dan? Didn't he already die on the Broken Beach?"

He tried to fool the past, but obviously it would have no effect, "You'd better tell the truth." Rexxar said coldly, murderous intent spreading.

It's hard to describe Draxul's current mood, he only knows one thing, he is about to suffer a catastrophe...

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It goes without saying that Kalecgos and Teligosa were surprised by the existence of the pure and good soul, and even the blue dragons had never seen anything similar.

Even if only part of the soul is left, Jaina's natural affinity for the Azeroth Magic Weave makes most of the children of the weavers ashamed. This talent is inherent and very unreasonable, so Kalecgos It is even suspected that Jaina has blue dragon blood.

Jaina in the state of the soul of pure goodness is just a weak girl. Isaacs was a little worried about handing her over to the blue dragons for training, so he stayed in the Nexus. At the same time, he did not forget As for the business, he will be notified of the internal affairs of the Northern Expeditionary Army and the movements of the Scourge Legion as soon as possible.

The situation is not too good. The Scourge Legion that has regained its master has been integrated together and expanded rapidly. Most of the land captured by the Northern Expedition Army was occupied by the undead, and Northrend is gradually becoming the world of the dead.

In this regard, Isaacs asked Tirion and Garithos to tighten their defenses and avoid fighting as much as possible. After all, it is really not the time. Facing the endless army of undead, the most important thing is to preserve oneself. The ultimate goal of the Northern Expedition It is not to eliminate all undead.

This strategy of avoiding war has limited effect, but it can buy some time after all.

(End of this chapter)