Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 59 58. Hidden in the Sands of Time

  The distance from the Alterac Mountains to the Hinterlands is not dazzling. Between the two mountains of different directions, there is only a hilly plain in Hillsbrad.

   After a night of flying, the well-trained Wildhammer Griffon took Black over Steinblade City and Icewind Post, and arrived near the Eagle's Nest Mountain in the Hinterlands.

   Wildhammer dwarves are dwarves too.

   Although they call themselves the children of the sky.

   But they can't ride a griffin all day long in the sky, they always have to live on the ground, and their architectural style is not much different from that of the Bronzebeard dwarves.

  In the valley of the towering Eagle's Nest Mountain, sits Wildhammer Castle, built on the mountain, a large fortress, a stone city.

   It is not much different from the Ironforge of the Bronzebeard Dwarves, except that there is no Great Furnace.

   Since two hundred and thirty years ago, after the death of Modimus, the king of the mountains, the War of the Three Hammers broke out among the dwarves.

After the    Wildhammer dwarves lost their home in the wetlands, Grim Batol, most of their clansmen lived in new homes far from their ancestral homeland.

   The Wildhammer Prince Kadros, who led them to migrate back then, has died of old age, and the Wildhammer dwarves have adapted to their new home.

   However, the Hinterland, which has been peaceful for 230 years, has now been broken by the war brought by the invaders from another world.

   As Black sat on the Griffin Bar platform at the top of Wildhammer Castle in the early morning sun, he looked down and could easily see the human knights gathered outside the castle.

  They set up a makeshift camp there, and some recruits were training, and teams of knights left the camp and headed deep into the Hinterlands, and many Wildhammer Griffons kept rising and falling.

   Those were the wounded brought back from the front, and many black body bags.

   There are humans and dwarves.

   It seems that the war in the Hinterlands has only just erupted, and the battle situation is already very fierce.

   "The former Kul Tiras Navy, the scout of the Third Fleet, Black Shaw, come to report! Sir, this is my transfer order."

  Black soon found the commander of the human army in the temporary battle hall of Wildhammer Castle. He originally thought he could meet General Turalyon, the legendary Knight of the Silver Hand.

   But the one who received him was only a major with a bandage on his arm.

   "Ah, here comes the legendary orc killer! Such exciting news."

   The major grabbed the transfer order with several seals in his hand, and glanced at the commendation order below the transfer order to prove his identity. The family seal of the Marshal Lothar was full of weight.

   made this major, who was under great pressure, smile instantly.

   He returned the award to Blake, patted his shoulder enthusiastically, and introduced him:

   "The Hinterlands now lacks everything, except for the **** greenskin, a warrior like you will surely have a good time here. Oh, let me introduce myself.

  My name is Fairbanks.

   A vassal of Duke Mograine, currently serving as commander in General Turalyon's Legion. General Turalyon is now leading a party near Lake Varowan to help Lady Alleria of the High Elves and her rangers.

   Not only were the Blackrock orcs there, they broke through a high elves prisoner-of-war camp in the hills and rescued the leader of the trolls, a **** named Zul'jin.

   So now here, a group of savage-hating Amani trolls helped the greenskins build a front.

  The war was fierce, and within seven days, we lost one-tenth of our people.

  The good news is that the orcs can't stand it anymore.

  The bad news is that we lost the Orgrim bastard! "

Major   Fairbanks shook his fist fiercely to express his dissatisfaction.

   He took Black to the military map in the battle hall, pointed to the three red crosses on it, stretched out his finger and waved further north, saying:

   "The **** must have left the Hinterlands for Quel'Thalas of the High Elves. Lady Alleria is in a hurry, and she is eager to return to her hometown to support her compatriots.

   But the battle line has been slow to open, and there is nothing we can do.

The    orc warlord here is a very tricky character, called Varok Saurfang, he is quite cunning and powerful, he just blocked our pursuit with the number of orcs and trolls not as many as ours. "

  Black nodded. He looked at the tactical map in front of him. It was indeed a situation of intertwined teeth. The Hinterland was a mountainous area.

   Here again is the traditional sphere of influence of the forest trolls.

   In addition to the Amani trolls, the Hinterlands also has quite powerful Vilebranch trolls, and those guys even built their own cities in the Hinterlands.

  It is no smaller than Wildhammer Castle.

   The good news is that although the Vilebranch trolls are close relatives of the Amani trolls, they obviously do not intend to give their full strength to the war with the orcs.

   This took a lot of pressure off the combined forces of humans and Wildhammers.

   "I heard your story, warrior, I know your strengths and your fighting style, so I won't give you specific tasks."

Major   Fairbanks pointed to the tactical map and said to Black:

   "Choose your hunting ground freely, and help us get rid of those greenskins, the more the better!"

   "Where has the most orc commanders?"

   Black asked.

  Fairbanks laughed, grabbed a simple map on purpose, drew a dozen small circles with a quill pen on it, rolled it up, and handed it to Black, saying:

   "These are the strongholds of the orc team that we have discovered so far. Be careful of the local trolls when you go there. Those guys have ambushed many of our scouts these days because of their familiarity with the terrain."

   "Okay, I'll take a break."

  Black put away the map, nodded to Fairbanks, and said in a short tone:

   "I need a quieter room to eat and leave in the afternoon."

   "No problem, although this is a battlefield, it is more than enough to arrange these for a warrior."

Major    laughed loudly again, and called his guard over to ask him to take Blake to rest, in a stone house on the upper floor of the castle.

   is full of dwarf style.

   Almost everything in the house is made of stone, except for a table, and there is a warm fireplace burning.

  Black closed the door, walked over to the slotted stone window, and looked out.

   The griffin knights of the Wildhammer dwarves will just take off here. A dozen majestic griffins in armor, carrying wildhammer muscle sticks with blue war patterns flying into the sky.

   These aerial knights are covered with flying hammers blessed by their alpine shamans. When they are thrown out, they will dance with thunder. The destructive power is quite amazing, and it is also their specialty combat skill.

  Muradin Bronzebeard is very good at this kind of dwarf-style flying hammer hammer, they call it "storm hammer".

   "call"

  Black took off his leather armor, revealing his emaciated body. From the rucksack around his waist, he took out the unconscious little murloc Bumbleba. This poor little guy was doused with dragon blood last night.

   The tender scales are covered with burns.

   If it wasn't still warm, Blake would have thought it had been burned to death.

   But the dragon's blood is indeed changing the life of this little murloc. Its burned scales have fallen off, and new scales have grown out overnight.

   And tougher than ever.

   "Dragon's blood strengthening, proved to be really effective."

  The pirate put the unconscious little murloc into the water basin next to it, took out several large bottles of dragon blood with a pungent smell from his luggage, and put it under his nostrils to sniff.

   As for that smell.

   "Hey, did you get enough sleep?"

  Blake didn't drink the dragon's blood recklessly. It was enough for him to be burned by the dragon fire once. It was enough for him to learn a lesson.

   "Squeak, I have something to ask you."

  Sefir in the Soul Lamp was obviously very weak, and under Blake's beating, she responded in a faint voice:

   "I need a rest, a long rest, the dragon's soul is not necessarily stronger than your humans, especially when this **** lamp has cut off half of my soul.

   What do you want to ask? "

   "How do you use your dragon blood?"

  Black asked directly:

   "Will it take effect if I drink it directly?"

   "Drinking it will poison you."

  Sefir's tone became a little more intense, but soon became weak again, and he said in a lonely tone:

   "We bronze dragons are different from red dragons. What we control is time, not life, but time is a kind of poison, and mortals can't bear this kind of erosion.

  The blood of the bronze dragon has no effect on strengthening vitality.

  It is not good for you, and the blood of other dragons is not as powerful as you think. Bathing in dragon blood is mostly a bizarre story in the mortal population, and it is not worth listening to. "

   "But it does work, right?"

  Black was playing with a small bottle, looking at the sticky blood in it, he said:

   "As far as I know, the blood of the red dragon can strengthen vitality and drive out weakness.

  Blue dragon blood is the magical blood that mages crave. As for green dragons, the druids of Kaldorei night elves occasionally use green dragon scales to unleash natural spells.

   And I've seen the power of the green dragon's emerald venom with my own eyes.

   Then, what is the use of the blood of your bronze dragons? Tell me, Sefir, to be honest, you should understand that we need to help each other right now. "

  The pirate paused and added:

   "If you don't tell me, I'll throw you into the sea with your soul and lamp in a moment!"

"you!"

The   bronze young dragon was furious with this threat.

   But thinking of the **** under the control of Hela, the good reputation of that "good place", made her realize that she really didn't have the bargaining capital right now.

   After more than ten seconds of silence, she honestly said:

   "It allows you to isolate time and stay young forever.

   If you use a special method to smear it on your body, it can be regarded as the same breath by other bronze dragons, so as to avoid being discovered by my compatriots in the flow of time.

   But it is not permanent.

I am already dead.

  You have to understand that the power of time in my blood will dissipate, no matter how hard you save it, the power in it will still disappear after a few years. "

   "Great! I want this."

   Black chuckled and said:

   "I just need it to get me through my weakest period, it's taken me too much energy to deal with you, and you're just a stupid baby dragon.

   In case there is another elite member of Scales of Quicksand, it can easily eat me for breakfast.

   Well, you see, it's not difficult at all to build a close relationship between you and me, now tell me how to hide in the sands of time. "

  Sefir was silent for a few seconds.

   She made her request, saying:

   "I'll tell you, but you can't hand me over to Hela. Before her messenger finds you again, I must change my way of being."

"Simple."

  Blake twisted the cap of the small bottle in hand, shook the dragon blood in it, and said:

   "The soul-inducing lamp is just a tool for storing the soul. You only need to change it to a 'small nest'. It was very rare in the era before this thing.

   But there is a lot more in the current war.

   Orc warlocks carry soul stones with them, and they only need a higher quality one to accommodate you to sleep. Plus, you're in soul state right now, and weak, right?

  Want to eat something 'good'?

  How about I treat you to a few 'big meals'? If you act a little more cooperative. "

   (end of this chapter)