The last person on the list provided by the angel is the famous Tirion Fordring.
Anachronos did not use teleportation magic, but took a boat to Northrend with Thrall. Along the way, they enjoyed the warm sea breeze, traveled around the mountains and rivers, and caught various creatures for food. It was very pleasant.
In the Highmountain of the Broken Isles, Anachronos and Thrall went to catch the delicious Highmountain tauren, while the other three stayed in the camp to rest.
Hagra the Windbinder was studying fel bulbs in the tent, which is a favorite herb of the tauren in Highmountain. Hagra discovered that the fel bulbs were highly poisonous, making them weak and unable to defeat even kobolds.
It will die easily.
But all the Highmountain tauren believe in its miraculous effects and take it regularly.
Hagra felt strange as to why she would act so stupidly. She analyzed the toxicity of the fel bulbs in detail and recorded it, intending to give it to several chieftains of the Highmountain Tauren as evidence.
Mulgore Goldenhoof came to visit politely, and only entered the tent with Hagra's permission, which made Hagra feel a little relieved.
The former Golden Hoof Emperor still retained some resemblance of a king. His back was straight and his eyes were bright. After receiving permission, he read through Hagra's research results.
"Are you studying the toxicity of fel bulbs?"
Hagra nodded and asked strangely: "I don't understand, even though there is so much evidence in front of them, the Highmountain tauren still believe that fel bulbs can strengthen the body."
Mogoole picked up a fel bulb and looked at it carefully for a while:
"You know, among this group of people, you are the smartest one, but unfortunately you are too honest and not mature enough. If you hand this research report to the chief of Highmountain, you will be kicked out, and you may still be alive.
worries."
Hagra bit her lip and said, "But I am helping them."
"Who are you helping, the people of the Highmountain tauren?" Mogaolei said with a sarcastic smile: "They are just walking beef. Do you think they have discernment and can understand your toxicology analysis? Compared to
Truth, they believe in their chief more."
Hagra remained silent, recalling the unpleasant past of the Burning Blade clan.
Mogore continued: "Even if someone understands your analysis, they will choose to remain silent. Once they make a sound, they will only die."
"I don't understand." Hagra was puzzled.
Mogore said coldly:
"The answer can be found in your toxicological analysis. Fel bulbs cause most Highmountain tauren to die in their prime, when the meat tastes most delicious. Because of the evil power contained in them, the corpses can stay fresh for a long time.
."
Mogore said meaningfully: "I would also like to add that these corpses were sent to a nearby cave for burial, called Neltharion's Lair."
"Deathwing?" Hagra said coldly.
Mulgore shook his head: "Deathwing has already left Azeroth. I suspect that there is a black dragon hidden in the cave. He has reached an agreement with several chiefs of Highmountain. These corpses are food for him."
Hagra sat down weakly and grabbed her hair hard. A feeling of powerlessness came to her heart, and she knew she should give up.
Mogole patiently consoled him:
"Hagra the Windbinder, this world is far more cruel than you imagine. Just like our five-person group, Thrall and Anachronos have had conflicts in the past, but they are obviously together. As a lone wolf, you,
It is most likely that the next adventurer will die."
Hagra looked at Mogole warily: "Are you here to form an alliance with me?"
Mogole smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "Hagra, do you really believe the historical images in the tomb? Do you think I will lie in the coffin for nearly ten thousand years?"
Hagra showed a surprised look, and Mogolei said in a cadence:
"I betrayed six buffalo tribes and died of millions of buffalo people. Did I only get an insignificant Golden Hoof Emperor? My gains are beyond your imagination. From the beginning, I knew about the so-called Mother Earth.
He is the moon god Elune, and he has worked hard to serve her and gained her favor."
Hagra asked in disbelief: "You directly serve the moon god Elune?"
Mogole nodded:
"Because of your talent, I will tell you all this. The moon god Elune sent me to supervise you, especially Thrall Hagra. You must learn to be smarter. If you want to survive, you must ally with Mordrac.
, in order to fight against Thrall and Anachronos’ alliance.”
Hagra said in embarrassment: "But we are all Thrall's slaves and must obey his orders."
Mogole whispered:
"Don't believe that God is omnipotent, you must believe in your own cleverness and wisdom. Modrok seems to be honest and honest. After all, he has lived for thousands of years. He must be thinking of ways to crack the enslavement scroll. Unfortunately, he alone cannot do it, but
If I add you, we might be able to find a solution."
Hagra's eyes lit up. With Modrok's thousands of years of experience and knowledge, coupled with Hagra's magical talent, he might as well give it a try.
Mulgore encouraged: "Go, I believe that Mo Zhuoq is also waiting for your help."
Hagra's heart was filled with excitement and he came to Modrok's residence.
Modrok turned into a little stone man and was thinking about something. When he saw Hagra, he immediately said:
"Do you believe Mogaolei? This monster crawled out of the coffin, claiming to be the messenger of the Moon God, and wants to promote an alliance between you and me."
Hagra then suddenly realized that Mulgore had already communicated with Modrok.
"Perhaps we can try to see if we can decipher the slavery scroll."
Modrok immediately showed a strong interest: "No one wants to be a slave. I have seen similar magic and I know how to break it. It just requires many experiments."
Thrall and Anachronos returned with a full load, captured dozens of strong Highmountain tauren, made them into hard meat and sent them to the ship.
Sal, who was satisfied with his meal, didn't know that the five-person team had been divided into three factions.
Morchok and Hagra secretly cooperated and achieved certain results. Although they were still unable to completely crack the enslavement scroll, they already understood how to avoid maximum damage.
For example, Thrall ordered them to die. They had a way to save their lives without disobeying the enslavement scroll. It was only a matter of time before they were completely cracked.
After the ship landed in Dragonblight, taking advantage of Thrall and Anachronos' opportunity to capture the walrus men, Mulgore found Mordrac and Hagra again.
"Moon God Elune hates Fordring very much. During the conquest of the Lich King, Fording did not do a good job. Although Fording is on the five-man list, you must prevent him from joining the team."
Hagra asked in confusion: "I remember that this list was made by God. Since the Moon God hates Fording, why didn't he be excluded from the beginning?"
Mulgore chuckled: "Because this is politics. Moon God Elune does not want Fordring to join, but Fordring must refuse it personally, and he must take the initiative to bear all the consequences."
Hagra still couldn't figure it out, shook his head and said, "But what can we do to help?"
Mulgore whispered: "Among the five of us, you are the most practical one. Fording must believe what you say."
Hagra said discouraged: "I'm afraid I can't do it."
"Don't be afraid, this is much easier than you think." Mogole taught patiently:
"Fording is naturally timid and afraid of death. You only need to tell him that this adventure will lead to a narrow escape from death, and he will give up on his own initiative."