Volume 3: Tides of Darkness Chapter 211 Hellroar's Desert Travels
Where the hell did that damn dragon end up?
Hellscream sat on a sand dune, looking at the endless desert in front of him, thinking angrily.
At first he thought that the other party would show up soon and explain what had happened, but after waiting in the desert for half an hour he realized that the guy most likely would not show up.
So Hellscream decided to get out of the desert first.
However, when you climb up a sand dune and look up, all you see is endless desert.
The rage in Hellscream's heart had not yet been extinguished. His armor had long been shattered, and the blood on his body made him feel very uncomfortable after it dried. The wounds on his body were extremely painful, especially the lacerations left by Stormbreaker, which made him hate Prince Aidan immensely.
Back-stabbing guy, don't let me meet you next time...
Fortunately, the orcs had amazing recovery abilities (the hero would recover health after leaving the battle), and the pain soon became less severe.
However, although physical wounds are easy to heal, spiritual wounds are not so easy.
I was defeated, so completely defeated, and all the orc warriors' lives were destroyed... He thought with regret. He had no time to think in the previous battle. However, thinking about it now, Gasser had reminded him more than once to be careful of ambushes.
Orgrim also once warned him not to get entangled with humans and to complete the task quickly.
Why didn't he listen to the advice? Why did he let his anger blind his mind? It was the blood of the devil! Hellscream knew this very well. He licked his lips, but at this moment he really wanted to have a drink.
After the brutal battle, he needed it more than ever.
Walking in the scorching desert, Hellscream was still mumbling.
Damn Ba Dao Wu Qing, damn that orc riding a boar. I knew that orcs riding wild boars are not trustworthy.
Damn Prince Aidan, damn Varian, damn dragons, damn the desert...
Wow, it’s so hot. Is this desert endless?
If you are a player, you will see a DEBUFF called [Desert Heat] hanging above your head.
[Desert Heat: A layer is added every ten minutes, and the physical strength consumption increases by 10%. After the physical strength is exhausted, the health value slowly decreases. You can alleviate the duration of this state by drinking water.]
Hellscream looked up at the sky, but the sun was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes. The sky was clear and he could only lower his head and continue walking. He didn't know how long it had been, but finally, Hellscream, exhausted, fell to the ground with a thud.
The DEBUFF on his body had been fully stacked, causing his health, which had already recovered one third, to begin to slowly decrease again.
As his health bar gradually dropped to a critically injured state, he felt like he was about to lose consciousness.
In a trance, he felt a shadow blocking the dazzling sunlight in front of his eyes.
"Look what I found here? Hey man, you okay?"
"Water-water--" Hellscream said unconsciously.
"I don't have any water, but I have this. Drink it, drink it." A spicy liquid suddenly flowed into his mouth, and Hellscream felt as if he was drinking the blood of the devil, which finally gave him a boost.
He suddenly opened his eyes and was immediately startled. A strange black and white bear-like creature was looking at him curiously.
He stood up suddenly, holding Blood Roar tightly in his hand, and suddenly found that he had strength again. Whatever the bear man gave him to drink, it undoubtedly restored a lot of his physical strength.
"What kind of creature are you?" he asked warily.
"I am the Pandaren Chen Stormbrew. I wandered around this continent, looking for materials to make the finest wine. A group of goblins said that there is a kind of magical cactus berries in this desert that can be used to brew the finest wine. Unfortunately, I must have taken the wrong path. Have you seen one of those green-skinned goblins? He is about this tall..."
"Pandaman? What did you give me to drink?"
"Ah, this is my fine wine. Would you like some more? The weather is too hot, so the taste may not be right. I promise it will be mellow. You were really drunk just now."
The panda shook the barrel in his hand, and a clanging sound came from it.
Hellscream licked his lips and was too embarrassed to ask for it.
"Where is this place?"
"Kalimdor - Tanaris Desert, don't you know?"
"I was thrown here by a dragon."
"This is really strange. I have never seen any dragons. Let's go. I think we can talk while walking. It would be best if we can find a place to rest."
It was the first time that Hellscream saw this kind of strange creature, but he was already unfamiliar with this world, so perhaps this kind of creature was very common, he thought.
The Pandas were very friendly, which made him feel a little embarrassed to do anything out of line.
Walking side by side with the Pandaren in the desolate desert of Tanaris, Hellscream asked how to return to the tribe. He couldn't wait to go back to the tribe, regroup, and seek revenge on those humans. Although that meant he would have to face the questioning of the Warchief and his own failure, he didn't care.
"You want to go to the Eastern Kingdoms? Then you'll have a lot of work to do. To get to the Eastern Continent, you need to cross the Endless Sea. I heard from the goblins in Steamwheedle Harbor that there are creatures called humans and some dwarves living there. It is said that the dwarves' beer and liquor are very delicious. Maybe I can go and try them sometime later.
Which was I talking about - Oh, by the way, if you want to go to the Eastern Continent, I suggest you find the goblins and rent a boat. Those green-skinned little guys look a lot like you, maybe you are relatives. They are willing to carry extra passengers as long as you pay, and they also provide breakfast and dinner, but it's a pity that the taste is really not that good.
Steamwheedle Port is just east of Tanaris. You ask me which direction is east... Well, that's a good question..."
Hellscream soon discovered that this panda man was very talkative, even a little chatty, but he was not in the mood to exchange pleasantries, and seeing that he could not provide any useful information to the other party, he closed his mouth and walked silently in the desert, listening to the panda man's chatter.
Every one or two hours, the Pandaman would pour out a glass of homemade wine to quench his thirst, and would also hand him a glass. Hellscream silently accepted this generosity. Thanks to this thing, Hellscream did not faint again.
At night, the two stopped under a sand dune in the leeward area.
The desert was extremely beautiful at night, the night sky was clear and the stars were dotted around. Hellscream was not sure which star Draenor was. Thinking that his original home was somewhere among those stars, this feeling made Hellscream inexplicably terrified.
He was so tired that he lay down on the sand and fell asleep.
In his sleep, he dreamed -
It was dark all around him, and he stood in the darkness. The darkness soon receded, and before him appeared the familiar scene of the Nagran Prairie - no, it was the Western Wilderness, a place very similar to his hometown. He stood in the wheat field, and the wheat waves swayed at his fingertips, making him feel a little itchy.
The scent of green grass wafted around his nose, making him feel extremely nostalgic.
"Look behind you." Suddenly a voice sounded in my ear.
Behind him? Hellscream slowly turned his head. Behind him in the wilderness were countless orc corpses, so densely packed that they were too numerous to count.
He felt a little uneasy and walked to a corpse. The face looked vaguely familiar. It was Gasser Zog! There were three spears and seven arrows stuck in his chest, and his stomach was cut open, with his intestines spilling out.
Gasser's eyes suddenly opened, and his white eyes stared at him intently.
"Hellscream, I told you there was an ambush, why didn't you listen? You killed all of us!" Gasser's voice was full of resentment, and his white eyes had a deathly look.
"Shut up, the warriors of the tribe should not be afraid of death." Hellscream roared, but his voice was a little weak.
"Then why didn't you die? Why did you run away? You left us behind!"
"You abandoned us."
"coward."
"coward."
Countless voices echoed in the wilderness. They were the dead orcs speaking. They crawled out of the mud one after another, dragging their bodies covered with knife and arrow wounds, and surrounded them from all directions...
Hellscream suddenly woke up from his deep sleep, covered in cold sweat.
It took him a long time to gasp for air before he regained his composure. Suddenly, he heard the sound of whistling wind in his ears. Looking up, he saw a panda man not far away playing with his long stick. His fat body was very flexible despite his size.
The flying sticks made whistling sounds, and seemed to be quite powerful.
Hellscream was a little surprised, "You are a warrior?"
"Well, I guess so. I can fight, but I prefer brewing and drinking."
"Let me show you how to do it."
The panda blinked and nodded, "If you insist."
Hellscream suddenly became excited.
Fighting and killing, this is the fate of orcs. Killing may not be an option, but fighting can undoubtedly make him forget the troubles in his heart.
Holding Gorehowl, Hellscream looked at the Panda in front of him eagerly, wanting to attack, but was worried that he would use too much force and kill the bear man. Although Hellscream was not a merciful person, the other party had helped him and was his only travel companion, so it was not a good idea to do that.
The panda man seemed to know exactly what he was thinking.
"Try your best to attack me. I think I can still give you a few more moves."
It is enough to have this sentence——
Ah! Hellscreamed loudly, and Bloodroar slashed forward fiercely.
The pandaren retreated.
Sweep!
Back off again!
Whirlwind Strike!
The panda man dodged left and right, showing no intention of fighting him head-on, and even pretended to run away. Hellscream became anxious and chased after him. Suddenly, the panda man stopped suddenly and stabbed backwards with the long stick in his hand like a spear.
Hellscream was caught off guard and was stabbed in the chest by a stick. He suddenly felt suffocated and fell to the ground with a thud.
The panda man extended his hand to him in a friendly manner, "You are too impatient."
"You're cheating!"
"It's called the art of combat."
“Come again!”
The two fought three times, and Hellscream was knocked down three times.
Hellscream discovered that this fat bear man was much more agile than he looked. It was the first time he found someone who could compete with him head-on. At least in terms of technique, the other party completely fooled him.
But he was unwilling to admit it.
"I am Hellscream, the most powerful warrior. You only defeated me by trickery. If it comes to a life-and-death fight, I will not lose to you."
The panda man just shrugged fearlessly, "Maybe - want a drink mate?"
After daybreak, the two continued on their journey.
Hellscream kept thinking about what happened yesterday. Everything seemed so unreal. Yesterday he was the commander-in-chief of the orc army, leading the wolf cavalry army to sweep across the human territory.
But now he has ended up like this. Why is all this happening? Why did that strange dragon say that his destiny is not there...
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not notice the panda man stopped in front of him.
BANG. He crashed into the panda's furry shoulder.
Hellscream looked up and saw the pandaren looking up at the sky.
"What are you looking at?"
"Did you see that bird?"
Hellscream looked up at the sky, and just in the shadow of the sun, he could vaguely see a black dot.
"I see."
“I don’t think it’s a bird.”
"What else could it be but a bird?"
"Just ask and you'll know - hey, friend in heaven, can you come down and chat? Maybe I can buy you a drink."
Just when Hellscream thought the bear man had gone crazy, the black spot actually circled and descended.
It was indeed a bird, a huge bird. Hellscream originally thought it would be a bone-eating vulture. This kind of bird that feeds on corpses is everywhere in Draenor. Even when the world was polluted by fel energy and all things withered, the population of bone-eating vultures grew stronger.
However, the bird in front of him was not a bone-eating vulture, but a huge eagle with a wingspan of more than five meters. The moment it landed, its feathers gathered together and it turned into a strange man with huge curved horns. His majestic body was taller than the tallest orc and almost as tall as those ogres. However, he was not as fat as the ogres, but had solid muscles.
The bull man was wearing a leather coat decorated with feathers and animal skins, looking a bit like the style of the shamans in the tribe.
Hellscream felt that his three views were once again impacted. Bear people, bull people, this world is really crazy.
The tauren nodded slowly. "Niga Blackhorn, nice to meet you - Master Chen Stormstout, and - damn, Hellscream? Why are you here?"
