27. Seekers from afar---For the first-line brothers of heaven and man [9/10]
The continent of Kalimdor is vast. This wild land is full of various terrains. There are two of the largest deserts in Azeroth in the south of the continent, and the most prosperous forest in the world at the northernmost end. In the center of the continent,
There are barren lands like Thousand Needles, and grasslands rich in biological resources like the Barrens. It is this diverse ecological environment that allows this continent to support a diversity of life that is ten times more prosperous than the eastern continent.
The continent of Kalimdor has so many biological species, it is simply a paradise for biologists and hunters.
When it comes to the most beautiful scenery in the entire Kalimdor, apart from the ice-covered Winterspring Valley, the quiet moonlight of Ashenvale and the lonely smoke of the desert in Silithus, it must be the most beautiful scenery in the center of the Kalimdor continent.
Dawn in Gaolei Grassland.
That was the first ray of light that pierced the dark night. The golden sunshine streaked down from the mountains on both sides, like a golden waterfall, splashing on the endless green grassland, and the dewdrops of every weed would be reflected.
The gentle light, the golden and colorful halo is like covering this grassland with the most gorgeous coat.
Any traveler who is lucky enough to witness this scene will feel his soul tremble at the uncanny workmanship of the Creator. This is also a scenery that people will never tire of.
Under the sunlight in the early morning, in the northern part of the Mogore Grassland, the Bloodhoof Tauren city Thunder Bluff, built on tall stone pillars on the edge of the mountains, also ushered in the resurrection after night, accompanied by a low, simple and vicissitudes of sound.
With the sound of the trumpet, the whole city woke up at this moment.
Bain Bloodhoof turned over, and the increasingly dazzling sunlight shone on his face, causing the young tauren to subconsciously open his eyes. He stretched out his slightly weird three-finger palm to cover his face.
Eyes, he grunted, turned over and planned to continue sleeping for a while, but before Bain could close his eyes, a rapid knock on the door woke the young man up.
Bain rubbed his eyes and stood up from the bed. He moved his body and swung his tail constantly, trying to make himself more awake. He opened the door. Standing outside the door was a fully armed bull-headed man.
He is a human warrior, carrying a sharp and heavy spear and shield, and an iron helmet. It can be seen from the badge on his chest that this sturdy warrior is a bodyguard specializing in protecting the chief.
"Bain, the chief asked you to see him."
The tauren warrior said to the young man in front of him:
"Go now!"
"All right."
Bain answered with a tauren's unique urbling voice, and then turned around and returned to his room. After a simple wash, the young warrior wore a set of semi-old leather armor and carried a heavy battle axe.
and a black shotgun, and tied a leather bag full of bullets around his waist, and then faced the golden sunshine and hurried to the center of Thunder Bluff to meet his father, the chief of the Bloodhoof Tauren, Kane.
Bloodhoof is waiting for him there.
Along the way, tauren kept saying hello to Bain, and Bain kept returning the greetings, occasionally stopping to chat with these compatriots. Thunder Bluff in the early morning was always full of energy, with vendors selling goods along the street, and hunters shouting and drinking.
Together they were preparing to go hunting in the plains, as well as messengers coming from several other tauren settlements in the Mulgore grassland, as well as the noble shamans singing simple songs praising the elemental spirits in the westernmost soul highlands facing the sun.
, 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 one-third are distributed throughout the Mogore grassland. This is a shocking number. The once prosperous Bloodhoof clan
At its peak, there were more than 1 million clan members, but now there are only so few people left. On the one hand, it is because they were driven out of the desolate place of their ancestral land. In the war with the centaurs, the Bloodhoof clan suffered heavy losses.
On the other hand, it was because many tribesmen were beguiled to join the Horrible Totem during the war... a terrorist organization dominated by tauren racists, and Bain also knew that the leader of the Horrible Totem was called "
The old woman's war shaman Magatha is still hiding in Soul Highlands, continuing to secretly bewitch his people.
The young man Bain has more than once wanted to carry a weapon to kill the source of trouble for the Bloodhoof clan, but his father has always prevented him from doing so... Young people only pursue pleasure in doing things, but there are things that the older generation has to consider.
There are too many, there are countless connections between Grimtotem and the Bloodhoof Tribe, now is not the time to fall out.
In short, young Bain is walking in this highland city full of tents, shacks and colorful totems. His reputation here is very high, but it is not simply because of Bain's prominent status... This young man
He is the only son of Chief Kane. If nothing happens, Bain will become the new chief in the future. Bain's superb reputation comes more from the several battles this young man has participated in.
From supporting the centaurs and ogres in the human kingdom of Stromgard to blocking the war, to traveling to Northrend to save the alien king, and then to participating in the Silithus desert war that shocked the world, Baine was only a young adult.
"Maverick", but his war experience is richer than many "old cows", and the story of Bain has been sung by the bards throughout the continent. This immature calf is still from the human kingdom and the orcs.
Guest, just based on this high reputation, it is already certain that Baine 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 honest Bloodhoof Tauren are also proud of their "princes".
By the way, according to the aesthetics of the tauren, Bain Bloodhoof, this immature calf, is still an absolutely handsome man.
Bain's perfectly curved horns, strong shoulders, muscular chest and beautiful tail, as well as his eyes as blue as the ocean and his magnetic voice as magnetic as a war drum, have attracted countless tauren girls.
Drunk.
"Father, I'm here."
Baine handed his battle ax and shotgun to the guards outside the chief's hall, then wagging his tail, strode into the center of Thunder Bluff, which was the chief's shack made of a completely hollow tree.
It was carved into the shape of an eagle with spread wings and painted with oil paint, symbolizing the tauren's will to yearn for freedom.
Bain's father, the tauren chief Kane Bloodhoof, who was in his prime, was sitting cross-legged in the center of the shack. His face was almost carved out of the same mold as Bain, but he was more mature than Bain.
Powerful, just from the temperament he exudes, you can tell that this is a truly top warrior... The war warlord Brox Saurfang from the orcs often comes to find Kane to compete in martial arts.
But even the powerful Brox, when faced with Kane holding a war spear, would only get a 50-50 result at most. If the tauren were not naturally gentle, and if Kane had more of an orc-like fighting spirit in his character,
Desire, then it will be difficult for Brooks to win.
The naturally powerful physique, terrifying endurance and strength of the Tauren make this rare race rich in powerful warriors. If it were not for the difficulty of breeding the Tauren, they would have become the land overlords of Kalimdor long ago.
"Fu"
Upon hearing his son's voice, Chief Kane, who was wearing a white eagle feather crown symbolizing the chief's identity, put down his pipe, blew out two plumes of rich smoke from his nostrils, and then waved to his son.
:
"Come, Bane, come and meet your Uncle Hamuul."
Bain obediently walked into the center of the shack and sat down next to his father. In front of him was a brazier hanging on the hearth, with some incense in it. As the flames burned, the entire shack was filled with energy because of this special
The incense gives off a strange smell, and one sniff can calm people's minds.
Opposite Bain, sat the newly appointed Archdruid of the Wither, Hamuul Runetotem. This tauren elder who once had a good talk with the Prime Minister of the Wither, joined the Wither a year ago.
Just as Moyana said, Hamuul has a terrifyingly powerful talent for natural magic. In just over a year, he has been blessed and recognized by the seeds of nature, and has become a member of the Wither group.
The sixth Archdruid is also the first Archdruid among the tauren.
Today, Hamuul is here on behalf of the Withered Ones. He hopes to recruit some compatriots who are interested in natural magic in the Bloodhoof Tribe to enrich the strength of the Bloodhoof Tribe. In addition, Hamuul also brings
Another news.
"Uncle Hamuul, you look much younger."
Bain complimented Hamuul, which made Hamuul laugh. The simple tauren archdruid clapped his hands and said to Kane sitting aside:
"Look at our little Bain. This cunning calf has also learned to flatter others. Sure enough, in the constant tempering of war, our Bain has also grown up."
"certainly."
Chief Kane, who was as strong as a mountain, was also very satisfied with his son. He held his pipe in his mouth and patted his son on the shoulder:
"Baine will become an excellent chief 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 to look at his good brother who had grown up together. Facing Kane's gaze, Hamuul held the tea and nodded slightly:
"Of course, Kane, you have just listened to my narrative. What I want to say is that the High Mountain Clan of High Mountain and us Bloodhoof Taurens are compatriots from the same origin, even though the two sides no longer existed thousands of years ago.
Contact, but the bond in the blood is not so easy to eliminate, we should be more proactive to help them... More importantly, the Bloodhoof clan suffered heavy losses in the war with the centaurs. Kane, you and I all started there
Those who survived the hell of war..."
At this point, the archdruid's tone became a little deeper. He took a sip of tea and said softly:
"Relying on the natural reproduction of the Bloodhoof Tribe, I'm afraid it will take us 50 years to recover, but if...if the two big clans can merge into one, the Bloodhoof Tribe will surpass our previous peak in an instant.
..We don’t even need to start a war, we are helping the Highmountain Tauren now, and after their war is over, we will also get help from the Highmountain Clan to regain the ancestral land of Desolace...It is simply a piece of cake!”
"not to mention..."
The archdruid narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed across Hamuul's eyes:
"What's more, Kane, "Old Woman" Magatha is determined. You don't dare to break with her completely because of the current bad situation of the clan. But if we get the friendship of the Gaoling clan and the two big clans stand together,
We no longer need that guy with evil intentions. Her existence is the source of unrest in the Bloodhoof clan. We should have expelled her long ago, or..."
Bain couldn't understand a word what the two elders said. It wasn't 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 are the Highmountain clan? Where is the Highmountain? Are they our compatriots? Why have I never seen them?"
"hehe"
Kane looked back at his son. A strange smile appeared on the tauren chief's lips. He patted Bain on the back and said loudly:
"You don't need to know so much, my son. Go now, put on your best clothes and look energetic. Your Uncle Hamuul will take you to see some "friends" soon."
"Maybe, that will also be your future...wife."
"Um???"
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"That's terrible!"
A few hours later, at the entrance to Mulgore Grassland, Archdruid Hamuul, representing the Druids of the Blightcaller, and Baine, representing the Bloodhoof clan, were waiting for the envoys coming from Highmountain.
Bain has been forced to put on the attire of a young chief, a gorgeous crown with white eagle feathers, a simple and complicated wooden armor with shamanic spells cast on it, a ceremonial battle ax on his back, and
There were huge totems crisscrossed behind him, filled with pictures representing the history of the Bloodhoof Taurens. Baine was also forced to paint a blue war sign on his face, and hanging on his belt was the horn passed down from generation to generation by the Bloodhoof clan.
.
This outfit makes Bain look like a legendary tauren warrior from history, more like an Indian chief from another world.
In the past, Bain would only wear this outfit during the Tauren celebrations on the summer solstice every year. This thing was not used for fighting at all. It was just a set of ceremonial armor. Bain didn't like these.
thing, but he had to put it on.
What makes Bain even more bored is that his father has actually begun to consider his marriage. This is ridiculous! Bain has just grown up, and like all young people, he wishes that he would be married in a few more years.
In his free days, he doesn't want to think about marriage at all now, and Bain has not found his sweetheart.
He complained to Uncle Hamuul next to him:
"Are you and my father crazy? Uncle, that daughter of the chief of the High Mountains, I have never seen her! There is no way I like her, so don't worry about it! I will make my own decisions about my life.
!I want to go to the battlefield, I want to challenge those legendary creatures, my life is still long, I don’t need to think about these things now..."
"Don't worry, Bane."
Hamuul raised his head with a smile. At the end of his sight, a group of people riding on a huge moose were slowly approaching. Hamuul adjusted his clothes and winked at his nephew Bain.
:
"Be prepared, they are coming... Moreover, seize the opportunity, Bain, that Meera Gaoling is said to be a truly beautiful woman. I can responsibly say that you will never find her again.
I have found a more suitable partner than her."
"snort!"
Bain was a little angry and disdainful as he picked up the horn on his waist. According to the tradition of the Bloodhoof Tauren, he would blow the horn himself to express the Bloodhoof clan's welcome to the compatriots who came from afar. This calf shook
Holding his tail and looking at the figures in the distance, he said stubbornly:
"I will never fall in love with that Mera! No matter how beautiful she is! Even if I am alone for the rest of my life! Even if I jump from Thunder Bluff! I will not be fooled by you! I swear!"
