One thousand two hundred seventy-seven chapters: more help for those who lose the way
"Blackhorn is just a humble tauren who brazenly claims to be the master of war."
Thrall had always looked down on the tauren in his mind. After all, in the eyes of the orcs, the tauren were just food. Thrall came to look for Blackhorn just to prove that this list was wrong.
Now, Thrall already has two top masters, Mordrac and Hagra the Windbinder, and with the help of Anachronos, the son of Nozdormu, he believes that defeating Ebonhorn will be easy.
Afterwards, Thrall will twist off Blackhorn's head and eat it, telling everyone that the tauren are trash.
Anachronos locked the location of the Black Horn and hurried over under Thrall's supervision. When he saw the silver mist, Anachronos fell into deep confusion.
"The history of this area has been covered up. I can't even see the historical images. Something's wrong. There's something weird about these fogs. They look like the fogs of Pandaria, but they're not like them."
After being silent for a long time, Anaclos suddenly said:
"I understand. The fog in Pandaria is full of life, but the fog here is lifeless. Hagra, the Windbinder, try to use your wind to blow away the fog."
Hagra had been in a state of absent-mindedness, and only after hearing the order did he cast the spell, summoning a strong wind, and the howling wind blew into the mist and disappeared immediately.
Anaclos was surprised and said: "It is indeed the case, this is the power of the unity of heaven and man."
Hagra asked coldly: "I heard that no dragon dares to fly into the fog of Pandaria."
Anaclos frowned and replied unwillingly: "Yes, once we fly into the fog, we will merge with the fog. Fortunately, the fog here is dead, so don't worry."
Elemental Lord Modrok said loudly: "I feel the danger. My intuition has always been very accurate. There is something strange about the fog here."
Thrall said nonchalantly: "Blackhorn is just a tauren. He can live in the mist. Why can't we? You are such a coward, a big stone man."
Anachronos also showed a cautious look. He was not sure about the history here and did not dare to go deep into it rashly. He was about to persuade Thrall when he heard the voice of the war master Black Horn coming from the mist.
"Haha, look who is here, a weak female orc, a four-cornered reptile, and a little stone man. Oh, I saw you, Thrall. I'm sorry, you are too weak. You are so weak that it makes it difficult for me.
Discover."
Thrall was so angry that he almost jumped up and rushed into the fog.
Anachronos said loudly: "Thall, this is a provocation. Don't be fooled."
Black Horn's voice came again: "You know, Thrall, your head is very valuable. Warchief Garrosh made an appointment with me. As long as I take off your head, I can replace Bain's trash and become Thunder."
Chief of Ya, I am looking forward to this moment."
Upon hearing the name "Garrosh", Thrall finally couldn't bear it anymore and roared loudly: "Modrake, Hagra, Anachronos, follow my orders, rush into the mist, and take off the head of the Black Horn."
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Due to the constraints of the slavery contract, Modrok and Hagra must obey. Modrok was vigilant and tried to slow down as much as possible to prevent accidents. Hagra also blessed himself with a wind shield, also looking cautious.
Anaclos cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, I'm not your slave."
But Anachronos did not dare to disobey Thrall's order, so he could only follow the two strong men and let them explore the way for him.
We just entered the fog, and apart from the obstruction of our vision, we didn't notice any surprises.
Feeling that Mordrake and Hagra were completely fine in the mist, Thrall finally entered the mist with confidence and climbed onto Anachronos's back after a long while. Although he was angered by the black horn, he did not
If you lose your mind, you will never risk your own life.
After wandering around in the fog for a long time, Black Horn was still nowhere to be found.
The group of people gradually became impatient from their initial caution. Sal said coldly:
"Damn it, this black corner is bluffing. He used provocation to make us think there was a trap in the fog. Fortunately, I was smart and saw through the conspiracy."
Anachronos whispered:
"We can only search in the mountain peaks outside. We must not go deep into the central basin. I was warned by my tribe. According to the legend of the tauren, that place is a restricted area."
Black Horn no longer made a sound, and there was silence all around. After most of the day, no matter how Sal provoked, Black Horn just refused to respond.
"I knew that the tauren were all cowards."
Thrall cursed, and suddenly his stomach growled. He felt hungry, and said unwillingly: "There is a black-maned tauren clan nearby. Let's go fill our stomachs first, and then come back to find the black horns."
Anachronos thought of the delicious food of the tauren, his mouth watered with greed, and he immediately agreed.
Several people headed in one direction, intending to get out of the fog, but after walking for a long time, the fog was still thick and they couldn't find the way they came.
Anachronos felt something unusual, and he flapped his wings and flew into the air.
But no matter how Anachronos flew, there was still a heavy fog in front of him.
There is no other way, the four of them can only get together in one place.
"This is wrong." Hagra frowned and said, "We have never been here before."
In addition to being a mage, Hagra the Windbinder is also a scholar. She has been carefully recording the routes she has taken. Although Thrall made his own decisions and walked countless repeated paths, Hagra did not give any warning, but all
The route is all under her control.
When several people tried to get out of the fog, Hagra realized that things were not that simple.
Hagra knelt on the ground, with a map drawn along the way in front of him:
"There are a total of seven peaks here, forming a circle. We have searched each peak more than once. According to the map I drew, our current location should be..."
Hagra drew a straight line on the map that extended beyond the map.
"One hundred and fifty-two kilometers away from the seven peaks."
"But we are still in the fog." Thrall said dissatisfied.
"That's right." Hagra threw away the pen and spread his hands and said, "We have fallen into a trap. This is a kind of magic that I have never seen before. Perhaps the son of Nozdormu knows that similar magic exists."
Anaclos said solemnly: "I know there are many magics that can do it, but I don't feel any magic fluctuations here. This is not the magic I know."
Thrall said unhappily:
"So we are lost. Hum, stone man Mordrake, why don't you make a sound? Can't stone elements burrow into the ground? Do you want to betray me?"
Mordrac did have this intention, but Thrall revealed it, so he had to obey the order and use elemental magic to burrow underground.
Not long after, Modrok came back, with a strange expression on his face.
"This is not true. My eyes must have deceived me. There is also fog in the rocks and we can't get out."
Thrall and his party were trapped in the fog, with no vegetation or water around them.
Morchok didn't worry, as long as his feet touched the earth and absorbed the power of the elements, he would be able to survive.
Hagra the Windbinder can replenish his energy with air currents. Although he is unbearably hungry, he will never die of hunger.
Anachronos is a dragon. Dragons like to sleep and can go for hundreds of years without eating. The magic in their bodies can solve the problem of energy supply.
Only Sal was so hungry that he fainted within three days after eating all the little dry food he had brought with him.