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Recorded a series of dead knowledge – the land of hunters stay night
Leaves from the branches Piaozhui, fell to the ground, was exposed till soft, into humus. Humus into the mushrooms and the ugly appearance of new leaves. Jungle will eat people, the more lush jungle, more people eat. If it does not eat people, the leaves will not be born so lush, vine after being cut off, it would be fast and give birth to new vines.
When I come here, but also how come?
Harder to recall the words, but also remember that. To the original partners with the tribe would like to open up a staging post, but the front is tight, chiefs finally abandoned the project, before I leave here to stay as a volunteer who marks the tribe. Then out of a wild road, has long been overgrown vines covering it demonstrated, where the trees crowded, leaves every inch of the sky refused to put in the jungle outside, no matter where I stood to look around, they can not know in the end day or night. But this is not important for a dead, I got used to the Undercity stay night, do not care about this unknown valley stay night.
I’m not good memories. I think I volunteered to stay to endure the life of a barren watch, not because I am like a lonely souls, but because do not want to go to the battlefield.
Died once, perhaps more than others and will not know the meaning of life. I once had a supreme fight, vowed to fight in the end for the tribe, but now stand forgotten valley this piece, I just felt like a deserter.
- Even back deserters infamy, after all, do not want to see the killing and death.
Companions left soon run out of supplies, perhaps starting a few days I have to go back to the battlefield. Do not know the world outside the valley, the war to how the stage.
Moreover, the war is over instead.
Thought of this, I laughed. I rarely smiled, rarely think of funny things.
Then I suddenly heard a strange ring, as if the whole rock rolling down a small cliff, the way the pressure off decaying branches, also issued a very faint screams.
Screams of rock is not. I suddenly jumped up from the bench to the voice at the flying. Maybe just a slip of mountain antelope, or stray passers-by. However, a sentinel will not miss any suspicious clues,wow po, even if he is stationed in a meaningless sentries.
I did not spend much time to see the target, it was a night elf. He rolled down from the cliffs, covered in blood and humus, eyes tightly closed, his face with a frightened expression. I looked up at the cliff, I do not see leaves stacked in the Peak, but seem to hear a shaman is singing praises of the earth prayers, singing Tauren sound muddy after heavy deep valley echoed repeatedly, as if from far too horizon came. How long have not heard the voice of a priest? I feel swollen skull. Guidelines for the soul who, if I shout you, I will bring you to where?
Singing voice go away, come back to God when they find that they fell on his knees, and Shuangshoubaotou.
Here is where Jinxi is what evening?
I looked down at it with a night elf’s body, he must have been tribal warriors seeking the Huangbuzelu before falling down. In my military career in which I do not know how many killed the night elves, they are alive is my enemy, as if dead bodies, it is no longer the enemy.
Not the enemy. Is food.
I bent over, leaned his pipe, imagine the next moment the blood has not yet solidified into the mouth of the pleasure.
- He should have pulse.
Although weak, but there is no doubt that is the pulse. Alive is very difficult, especially in this place. I am well-dagger out of maintenance to his chest and striking.
While sandwiched Xingfeng lunged roar to me, I fell completely to the ground, I posted to ramp roll up, pull out the sword to cover your own, this saw a white tiger Zhang Xuepentaikou, but also the potential to do I flutter. It’s left rear leg bloody, glowing gorgeous silver white fur covered with dirty soil, though wounded, still majestic, mighty.
I know it, it is Tiger Banga Rush, the jungle’s most beautiful and most dangerous beast.
It turns out that injured spirit, is a hunter.
Long time no speak, his tongue a bit stiff. Wanted to stand up on this, but I move, white tiger bent on full alert to roar. Coalition of people do not understand tribal language, let alone a beast.
I faced it returned to camp after a step by step, get back on the stone bench on which to plan the remaining supplies can support long, I can stick to what time here.
Finally, only a pack of bacon, a few rations. I do not know honey, wine, drinks and deterioration of the morning dew No, I never drink that stuff. If I eat the hunter’s body, they can then stay a few days, even to the last true exhaustion, I can rely on killing of animals for a living, not necessarily out of here is not.
Although the shaman that had gone, his singing voice still echoed in my ear. That’s not singing, it is sad to Guiku Undercity, Thunder Bluff is a majestic horn, the drums are loud Orgrimmar, which lead me … to return to battlefield soldiers! Drift back to that bloody carnage of the honor of the scull to go! No escape route back to the fate of life and death go!
I head in, painful growl. War not over, far to the end of time, may never end.
White Tiger stared closely I see it I looked up, and immediately cover your hunter, for I could show my teeth.
Hunter, you should be ashamed! Unable to protect themselves bad enough, but even this loyal beast in vain for you to consume innocent lives. It is also tired and hungry at the moment, all the majesty have retreated in such Ranbing like eye, the dominating attitude has become stiff guard, wounded in the legs can not suppress shivering.
I had a hunter friend, she is a Troll girl. She once told me that, Beast is a world without war, they fight only for food, warmth and family know how to enjoy nature’s gift, since they will fill his stomach, and rolls, like sheep to seek the sun and breeze ,fast wow gold, can not afford to eat from a few to kill the prey, and never go beyond their own territory even further.
She always said, out of the blue skin of the clamp arm around beloved dragon teeth while soothing it, while murmured: Each has only been tamed animals, with the hunters set up with the total death of the Covenant, will offer hunters pay for blood and tears eternal loyalty, even death, will die in the hunter’s feet.
She let me touch the dragon teeth clamp bird, reptile skin feel cool very strange.
Troll girls, although born of that hideous fangs, smiles are exceptionally bright. At that time I did not hesitate to put raw meat collected from the field all to her, many thanks accept her flesh, then let me show clamp teeth Long strange dance. Later I heard that she and her dragon hunter was incorporated into the unit, will soon be fighting in front of the tribe. After that battle every time I pass by the end of the battlefield, those who are afraid to look down to the body, I do not like to see in the body in her.
- No, there would only clamp teeth protect her dragon, she will be able to live well, a good fight.
Because the body from the white tiger bird, I saw a beast naked direct unquestionable loyalty.
Even without these two unexpected visitors, my case is still bacon and meal rations. The most important day job, is to collect clean dew. White Tiger not feeding, just staring at me dead up, check the weapons, eat, pick up the water bowl four sloshing. Days here, I have like a loose and regular life.
Animals also have feelings, but they are not good at expressing. The Night Elves must be very loved it, and now its own wound care is very sloppy, yet the owner of the skin to lick clean, and I put the water bowl, throw out half a bacon before it, its eyes fixed do not move, then a little closer and it arched back to get angry at me.
and they exchange ah! I think Troll girl, then, could not help shaking his head.
It is staring into my eyes, to discern all look standing face to face with me. At that moment I believe the troll girl, then it really can penetrate deep sockets I see my Kuxiu heart.
I do not know how long, it finally turned away, lying dead wood in a lodging, the tail shook hands as if I could have passed.
I figure this is what is it? In the use of valuable water and bandages to deal with his gunshot wounds and abrasions that one when I held back not so ask yourself, how do I it? A pity to waste these resources to the enemy?
- He was pale, cheeks deep, dark side if there is no pattern and long ears, he looks more like the dead.
I Heng Xiaxin to put a little water left in the water bowl leans his mouth, little by little filling inside.
After a few weak anti-spit, he offered to suck up the bowl mouth.
This is good. To drink, there is salvation.
When he finally opened his eyes, has been for several hours. I am astonished to see him no energy, can not take up arms, but accept their fate, like sighing breath. This body damage to the skin of his helmet, I’m afraid I can put him to death with their fists. I put the wine soaked with morning dew wipe the paste rations in his mouth, he was struggling to lick a little while, his eyes are not so alert, face relaxed a lot.
- Was so easy to believe that an enemy.
I reach out and touched the side of the dagger on his brow suddenly cold, the body suddenly twitch a bit.
He did not wake up when I can not act rashly, Fengyun projectile quenching sterile. He calls out unconscious stuffy, white tiger and a half head high, looked at me lazy.
Really be able to recover? I can do only these. Completely and broke his leg, several broken ribs few, I do not know what is behind the knife stab wound, how can not stop the blood. I can not help but think of those miserable, I’m just a soldier, only ordinary first aid, temporary tents of these bandages is made of cloth.
More serious consequences if he did not wake up quickly fed white tiger, this beautiful beast may soon starve to death. Looking back I turned wrap, put all the bacon Doutaochulai heap in his hand, picked up the shield and sword in the back of the tent.
He woke up again, it took several hours, I put half of my separate rations for him. Just figured out it can not do nothing, I know an outlet that can go out, wait until then nothing can really eat, and I will return to the tribe of. Everywhere in the war, there is always room for me.
Let me headstrong about it. I put all the drinks and wine were given to him.
The first time he speak, and sound like the wind rustle the leaves out of date,wow eu gold, like the streams flowing into the pit of the Ding Dong. What a pity I do not understand this language sounds of nature. But who knows, maybe he is that he hurt, or cursing me in this way hurt his dignity. I sat beside him, turned the corner with a box out from the thick stitching a piece of his. I can do? I tried to help him sit up, heard him lap boggling array of bones sent off the wrong sound had to give up; I want to feed him a little anger medicine, he would drink a mouthful of spit incessantly. White tiger walked up and down the side impatiently. I’m just a soldier, you still want me to do? !
I did not say these words. Said he did not understand, I have to bear the mockery of bird beast.
But I would like to speak. And with his comrades when I say Orc, but I can say now dead language. He does not care about, because he did not understand. Dead language sounds very harsh, people feel like pronunciation in the teeth, but I like that dead language. First of all I spit out the words come to mind first, followed by long sentences like the flood gates opened, like pouring my mouth. I am witty description of the death knell for the town of scenery, a very organized introduction to the wonderful city layout and dark magic bat channel, in Silverpine Forest, I could tell by his eloquence was shocked, I totally should go when a Bard poet son.
The face of my rattle him a little confused, my excitement quickly the mood seems to have been infected. Zombie when I imitate the action while I describe how bad side to complete a task, he even smiled, struggling to applause. He did not understand what I describe in the end, but I’m talking about the success of the first kill coalition soldiers, he was at a loss to tears.
What is language? Animals were not language, but does not prevent their exchange. They just trust their instincts, just admit you are good to me so I have a simple hello conscience.
I even mentioned to him that the troll girl. When will I always think of where suddenly met her. She seems like reptiles, but also let me read her column parked in an oasis of animal jaws turtle. By the way, she also possessor of a snake, others are raising kittens bird, but she raised the turtle, dragon and snake tooth forceps, I really do not understand her, the girl is not like furry thing?
I drank some water and continue eloquent. I’ve never before said to anyone so much, maybe I said it in this life do not add up to more than a day. He listened patiently, smiled from time to time. I never had the night elves look the face, just know today, in fact, they are born very beautiful. I loudly praised his handsome, is too gaunt, and he is still slightly confused smile, I this once deflated.
No matter how extremely rich, he did not know what I mean. In this case, why not talk to a tree, it looks really tall, like a stone it looks really hard? ! You chop suey these alliances, with members of the tribe has never had a serious case of, you only hear the screams of dying tribal members will be exposed when a satisfied smile, do you think the war can end hate it? Mars piecemeal war, hatred is the ashes of the fireball will be the enemy!
He looked at me in astonishment big light the fire. I do not think people saw the souls of angry. White Tiger too lazy to listen to my rap, long coat to hide while finishing up. He froze for a moment, he kept waving at me, then put his hand on chest.
I thought every day to witness the test of war is the most brutal, in fact, is the most lonely for life, unable to resist wear and tear.
He saw me silent, he softly whistle summoned the White Tiger, it lying on my side, I did learn from him, hand to scratch its ears.
Then he used the language that was like the wind up. I believe it was his mother tongue, there are many wonderful syllables, the rhythm is like deer and rabbits jump in the game. He said ah, ah, put dry throat are dumb, and still go on. That tone of joy and sadness may all be my imagination, but that is how real imaginary ah.
He said, while casually fed white tiger meat. White Tiger hungry, eat a lot. Finally feed, I rely on him all their efforts, the mountain sit. Leg injuries do not know when to good, you want to stand up I’m afraid to spend a lot of time.
he said, a few hours before the eloquence gone. So I have a little pause for a moment, with a lower voice, said, I squat in front of him, Diesheng said I’m sorry. I killed many coalition members, some of them quite young. They should apologize to my son. Listen to me, said, hunter out of hand, like to help me wipe the dust on the shoulder armor, and I subconsciously dodge open, his hand stopped in mid-air.
He said something, white tiger stood up and went up to him, accept his comb and touch. He cherishes the white tiger’s neck, buried her face in its warm fur, I then looked up at him, his hands ring in white tiger who, facing a sentence I have repeatedly said. He said the same sentence many times, like a beautiful white tiger fur, like lying on the pillow beside him, and his intimacy with his nose from time to time, that moment flash of light, I suddenly realized what he was saying.
His lips flaring, with the girl and the same tone that Troll said … …
Hunter, you never had never been alone.
I am carried away to go back to the tent.
Later, we gave up all attempts to communicate with each other.
I can not tell him just where he fed the last piece of the stone tiger meat, he just drink the cup of fruit juice is the only point where supplies. If the alliance’s members expect the enemy all day to feed them, then they’ll never get my respect. Today must go, I see the equipment one by one, each item is contaminated with the jungle sweet smell of rotten wood. Is busy packing, I suddenly heard a beast’s screams, I have not heard of any animals will be issued such a voice, quickly grabbed the sword, rushed out.
The valley is still only the hunter and his white tiger, but they look very strange.
Hunters face is very ugly, I do not think the reason is simply because injuries. He is white tiger beat hard with one hand on the forehead, was feeding the blunt words aloud, and he spoke to me just the kind of tone is entirely different. The White Tiger huddle on his feet, Gangbian like tail firmly affixed to the four claws dig deep into the soil. I saw them standing long before the hunter from the wrath of brutal gestures and tone of the White Tiger know he is trying to get rid of.
- I think that the hunter was very dirty, including the cute troll girl. Her body was full of animal flesh and the smell of feces. I heard the exchange of hunters and animals too closely, will gradually lose human hunters, and animal assimilation, or even exchange eye and soul with the beast, which is simply evil. But the girl said Troll, sinister than the people of the mental, the beast is more worthy of trust. Beast in the human mind is purified, when the beast’s heart was tainted.
- Tiger pride Otherwise how Rush would be willing to give up the Bangka free, prostrate at the foot of a half-dead wizard!
Hunter is a series of Showers like Hema, from his evil face and intense tone, I can guess what he was saying. He wants it to roll, roll the woods go, go back to where it is free to live, forget this shameful experience, continue to live its own life, he does not need it, it’s loyalty to useless!
It does not resist, do not move, just sobbing softly, until the hunter raised his gun.
White Tiger does not see the gun, just look at him.
I have never seen so heartbreaking in the eye. Entangled in the soul of loyalty contract, can this really make a clean break?
Soon sorrow turned to the depths of the forest ran white tiger, white figure disappeared a little while in the vast green sea of ​​them.
He turned to look at me, I was embarrassed laugh. No white tiger hunters look more haggard, more weakness, as if it really took away half the soul of the hunter. I like how he can throw in here and let him fend for themselves?
But if I took him out of the valley, the tribe will accept me? Alliance will accept him? We left here, how to accept yourself?
I even hesitate.
I actually did not see his trance to me raised his gun.
Smell the smoke until the heart, left arm while burning, I found myself being hit.
- Alliance of chop suey! Ungrateful, only the blind killing of dirty wizard!
I involuntarily uttered a roar, sword and rushed up the surrounding scenery as if the charge in the fast-distorted, Jianfeng a heavy stab, run through his chest, warm blood rushes out.
He let go, the gun dropped to the ground. My hands clutched the hilt, just feel the bones are out furious.
Four weeks quiet, can hear birds, blood dripping sound exceptionally clear. But my eyes somewhat vague, and sometimes not see whether he is really smiling. Mischief to succeed like he raised his hands trembling, told me to show off his empty bullet bag, hit my left arm, and turned out of his last.
At that moment, I almost chew the teeth.
He slowly raised a wet eye in the light, annihilation of that which the fire had been very weak, elegant smile as if to say to me, you should know,safe wow gold, I do not have mercy on me.
Then, his head in an unnatural angle drawn down.
I burst shock, pushing his hand.
I knelt down and grabbed his shoulders shaking force.
I do not even know your name … ah …
I only said that the bodies of his comrades, , I thought I slowly stuck in soft soil. Maybe I should eat his body, after all, I would like to drive a long way. Thought of this, I suddenly extremely hate the war outside the valley, wait for the moment that person is dead. Then just listen to sound earth-shattering howling, ferocious tiger as a Frostbolt lasing out from the trees, I will be doing the press in its claws.
- It has not gone away the original.
I looked into his eyes, spread out the limbs so it biting my throat. It is comparable to a pair of stars in the purity of the eyes, now filled with anger and hatred.
Used to have a shaman told me that die today, tomorrow will not die, so it died a terrible, terrible death came just this waiting time. Not so relaxed after a long time, in fact, very comfortable lying on the ground ah. I grinned, big mouth and breathe the sweet air close to the ground, crossed eyes bright smile that troll girl.
Yes ah. We will always kill each other until the demise of this, and freedom is the beauty of your true masters of this world. I watched the fire-breathing tiger’s eyes, until I release it slowly, his legs tail went to the hunter’s body. I still lay flat, no matter how condensate enough eyesight, sight can not penetrate the head of this piece obscured by leaves stay night.
Then I rest and ready to leave the valley, the white tiger is also glued to keep the hunter’s side. I secretly hope that the hunters are really pretended to be dead, even if he lied to me in this way, I hope one day to see him on the battlefield and his white tiger. Like the journey of the soldiers are soldiers, hunters have hunter’s journey.
(End)