After a long period of bargaining, both parties were exhausted, so when both parties had initially reached an initial agreement on all the main terms proposed by both parties, Prell immediately requested to return.
The most important thing is that he really couldn't stand the wild and lustful unmasked meetings between harpies and tauren every night. His decision made the tauren a little regretful, so the night the negotiations ended, an even more intense sexual activity took place.
Spread out under the big tree.
Therefore, it was not until noon the next day that the tauren, who had barely recovered their strength, reluctantly said goodbye. Prell thought the harpies were very interesting. Even though they became a romantic couple, they did not show much nostalgia.
Perhaps, they just used the tauren messengers as breeding tools.
Under the escort of harpies, the group crossed the stream again and prepared to leave the valley. Not far after crossing the wooden bridge, a naked man suddenly emerged from a nest hanging on a nearby big tree.
The male human rolled and crawled towards Player and the others.
As he ran, he kept looking back, shouting in horror: "Help! Help!" Then two naked harpies emerged from the nest and flew over quickly, each dragging the human male.
Pulled one of his arms and crawled into the nest.
Prell was stunned. The harpy mage who led the team did not feel ashamed. Instead, he explained casually: "This is the best stuff we snatched from the swamp. Tsk tsk. It's a rare human being, and it's only so inferior to the elves."
One thing. We usually take turns using it, but of course, compared to the tauren, this human is really useless!"
Prell looked at the skinny human male and shrugged helplessly: "It's better to give him more nutrition, he is too thin." The Harpy Mage laughed: "It's just a tool, it will be worn out if it is used.
We will look for new alternatives."
She looked at the tauren behind her with some regret: "The tauren are a good choice, but it's enough to try something new." Prell decided not to talk to this old driver anymore. He felt that in the culture of the harpies, it seemed that
There is no word "shame".
The group of people were sent to the mouth of the valley with gifts. Prell saw a group of harpies returning from hunting. They seemed to have a good harvest. There were more than a dozen rabbits, a whole cage of prairie dogs, and a gazelle.
Seeing the gazelle, Prell sighed slightly. The deputy tauren druid in the team is a naturalist. According to his estimate, the Barrens will usher in the year in two months at most.
During the short first rainy season, animals will migrate from the mountains, which will be one of the most important food sources for indigenous races and other carnivores who have been hungry for months.
In other words, even if there is a temporary truce with the Harpy, the next enemy will still be the Centaur, the Minotaur's old rival. There is another important reason why Prell chose to help the Minotaur: he wants to kill monsters and level up.
It certainly cannot be limited to the Stonetalon Mountains.
Unlike in the game, the number of beasts that can provide him with experience is limited. With one person, he almost caused the extinction of deep-moss spiders in a small half of the Gale Valley. By relying on the Stoneclaw Mountains alone, he wanted to reach a high level.
The level and difficulty are really a bit high.
Prell wants to travel to the next area, and he has set his target in the Barrens. The centaurs here will provide him with a lot of upgrade experience. But according to the description of the tauren, the centaurs are in the form of tribes.
Nomadic migration, relying on him alone, perhaps coupled with Belga and Snu, would not be able to fight against a large-scale ethnic group.
Just as Prell's thoughts were swirling, there was movement that alarmed him. When he looked back, it turned out to be two harpy soldiers, pushing a thin harpy girl out of the valley.
Looking at the color of the harpy girl's feathers, Prell suddenly narrowed his eyes. The harpy mage who led the team to give gifts to the Tauren envoys had already flown over angrily, and she shouted as she flew: "
Ha, this damn ominous disaster, the mistress expelled her out of kindness, but she still dares to step into the valley! I must kill her!"
Prell quickly shouted: "Save someone under the sword!" The harpy mage stopped in surprise, with a question mark on his face: "I don't plan to use weapons. To deal with such a disaster, it is better to use magic!"
Prell said flatteringly: "Although this is the tradition and internal affairs of the Harpy people, as an outsider I should not get involved. But I am curious and take the liberty to ask: What mistake did this poor little girl make?"
The harpy mage stared at Prell, probably thinking that there was no hidden secret, so he said: "Didn't you notice the color of our harpy feathers? The Witchwing clan only has blue,
There are two colors: black, the Dustwind clan only has two colors, blue and pink, the Bloodfury clan only has two colors, white and reddish brown, and the Windfury clan has only two colors, blue and white.
Our harpy clans mainly use these two feather colors, but we have a common ancestor after all, so the Witchwing clan has companions with white feathers. Although white is rare for us, we can accept it. But
Kobold, have you ever heard of or seen a green-feathered harpy?"
She pointed her pointed talons at the harpy girl who was pushed by the harpy soldiers: "This is the first time this kind of monster appears in our tribe. She will bring ominousness to our race! This valley contains
Without her presence, she will destroy us!"
Prell quickly said: "Wait a minute! Since you said that the noble matron expelled her, let me show my kindness. If she is willing, can I take her away?"
The harpy mage immediately chuckled: "Haha, Kobold, are you envious that we harpies didn't choose you as our partners in the past few days? So we plan to have some fun with this ominous disaster.
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She laughed and said: "If she is willing to go with you, that would be the best thing!" She muttered in a low voice: "Bringing disaster to the tauren is a good choice!"
At her signal, the frightened green-feathered harpy girl was pushed over by the soldiers. Prell approached and said kindly: "Little sister, there is no room for you here, are you willing to come with us?"
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Under his observation, the state of this harpy girl has already been revealed:
"Lestalen Race Harpy Witchwing Clan
Female 3 years old minor rare
The racial bloodline is awakening."
She has bright green feathers that are incompatible with the rest of her tribe. She is thin, her cheeks are no bigger than a tauren's hand, her chin is pointed, and her skin is pale. It is not known whether it is her original skin color or caused by malnutrition.
She was wearing a tattered robe, and her eyes were full of anger and panic. Seeing Prell reaching out her hand, the harpy girl suddenly opened her mouth and spit in Prell's face.
Prell shook his head and stretched out his hand to wipe it off: "If you want to live, come with us. If you don't want to, your tribe will kill you."
He was not interested in harpies. If Lestalen's green feathers hadn't attracted his attention, Prell wouldn't have even bothered to look at it with his observation eyes. Then he discovered the "rareness" of Lestalen's state.
"With two words, I immediately became interested.
Looking at the shivering underage girl, the black cow hunter suddenly felt a surge of love. She touched Lestalen's little head with pity: "I said Prell, don't scare her!"
So under the visit of a group of giant tauren men, and under the gaze of another group of harpies with a larger number of people who did not hide their disgust for themselves, Lestalen looked at the confused Belga and Snu, and then
Looking at Prell, her desire to survive finally defeated everything, so she nodded.
The harpy mage breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, this little bastard is yours now, kobold!" If Prell did not have the identity of the tauren messenger, the harpy mage would never be willing to give his own
The tribesmen, even the bastards in their eyes, were handed over to a kobold.
Prell waved his hand: "Then, come with us! Don't worry, I don't have too many thoughts about harpies. In fact, I am a kind-hearted kobold!"
This sentence made the Black Cow Hunter chuckle, and Prell glared at her viciously. As soon as the soldier let go, the Black Cow hugged Lestalen and said lovingly: "Ah,
Poor little thing, don’t be afraid! This kobold won’t dare to do anything to you!”
Prell's eyelids jumped when he saw her overly affectionate movements. He felt that something terrible had happened to this black cow with a rough and arrogant personality, after being in contact with the harpy every night for the past few days.
Aesthetic and taste changes!
After leaving Waterless Ridge, Prell, who had been being used as a translator by the black cow, said gently: "Lestalon, although the Witchwing clan was at war with the tauren, now we have reached a reconciliation.
The war is over. You are welcome to be a guest of the Tauren tribe."
Lestalen didn't speak Goblin language, she just nodded in fear, looking at the three tauren men who were walking ahead with fear. She was slightly shorter than Prell, and she was already fighting with Belga.
Snoo was even.
Slavery still exists in the world of Azeroth. Although races such as humans, dwarves and elves are more civilized, slaves are still common among more intelligent races. Selling and plundering people as slaves is still the most common thing for goblins.
things to do.
It's just that the goblins formed a company that included employees of various races and acted in the name of the company, and the shareholders of the company were not necessarily limited to goblins. Therefore, the sinful and ugly act of slave trading was regarded as a highly civilized race.
They ignored it.
During Gazruin's time, Prell once listened to the boasts of the human guards hired by the goblins. It was said that some human nobles were particularly fond of harpies, so many beautiful harpy girls were sold to the east by the goblins.
Kingdom Continent.
Lestalen was ignorant. Harpies lay eggs. The feathers of baby harpies that have just hatched out of their shells are usually milky white. As they grow older and their bloodline awakens, they will slowly become
other colors.
Unfortunately for Lestalen, when she grew older, she found that she was completely different from her other companions. Even before she had time to discover more differences about herself, she was regarded as ominous by her tribe and was forcibly thrown out of the valley.
, let it fend for itself.
Although her mother was also superstitious, she still gave birth to the child herself, so she had been secretly sending food and clothing to Lestalen and teaching her to speak the language of the harpy. Then more than a month ago, her
The mother never appeared again.
Lestalen, who lacked the ability to survive independently, had to sneak into the valley to steal food, but she was soon discovered and was driven out unceremoniously by the harpies. Today was two days of starvation, and she didn't even care
It was still daytime and I sneaked into the valley again. Unexpectedly, I was quickly discovered by the guards again.
Devouring a piece of hard meat jerky and a piece of tauren-flavored semolina cake handed over by Prell, and drinking the clear water from the kettle handed to her mouth by the Black Cow Hunter, Lestalen was confused and frightened. She didn't know.
What will be your fate next?
She may never know that the mother who loved and cared for her had died on the battlefield.