World of Warcraft Murloc City Guide - Chapter 352

c352 Taurajo Campground

Chapter 352 Taurajo Camp

After receiving the letter from the female orc Black Thorn, Yang Yi felt that the trip would not go smoothly, but for the benefit of Backwater Village, he decided to go to Taurajo Camp.

“Mayor, let me go.” The little fishman raised his hand in the empty wine barrel and jumped high so that he could be seen. “It would be dangerous to go to Camp Taurajo, and the mayor cannot go there in person.”

“Nonsense. You are still a little fish-man. How can I let you go when you know there is danger? If Ratchet Town sends a little fish-man there, it will not be a joke.” Yang Yi scolded.

“Wow…” The little fishman’s empty wine barrel cried aggrievedly after being scolded by Yang Yi. “I, I’m worried about the mayor.”

Slack couldn’t bear to see the little murloc crying in the empty wine barrel. He went up and touched the bulging head of the empty wine barrel, and comforted: “We know you are worried, but this is not something you can do. You have to stay still.” Take good care of the backwater village here and don’t let the fishmen in the village be lazy while working. ”

Silk looked at Yang Yi: “This time I went to Camp Taurajo because of the dispute over the Backwater Oasis. I have always been in charge of Backwater Village, and I know the situation here best. Let me go to Camp Taurajo on behalf of the lord.”

“Slak, your level is not high. If something happens and you don’t have the strength to resist, we can’t let you go.” Yang Yi said.

“If something happens to me, an empty wine barrel can replace me. If something happens to the lord, Ratchet Town will be over.” Slack said.

Yang Yi was silent. He knew that at his level, he actually had no power to resist.

Seeing Yang Yi’s silence, Silk continued: “With the strength of the orcs, if they don’t want us murlocs to have an easy time, they don’t need to be scheming at all. Going to the Taurajo camp this time may not be as dangerous as we thought.”

Silk tried his best to prevent Yang Yi from going to the Taurajo camp, but Yang Yi finally agreed.

Slark is going to Camp Taurajo.

Yang Yi held a banquet at the inn in Backwater Village, gave Slak a good meal, and then asked the goblin Deslic to ride Slak on his bat mount to fly to the Taurajo camp.

Before the bat mount took off, Yang Yi warned Slak: “When you arrive at the Taurajo camp, you must not mess around.”

“Lord, don’t worry, Slark will not embarrass Ratchet Town.” Slark said.

“It doesn’t matter whether you are embarrassed or not. Safety must come first this time. Especially the orc named Black Thorn, you must not be provoked by her words.” Yang Yi said.

“Yes, Slark remembers what the lord said.” Slark waved his hand.

The bat mount took off, carrying Slack to the southeast.

Taurajo Camp was built by the tauren and is located along the Golden Road south of the crossroads.

To get to Mogore from the Barrens, you must pass through Taurajo Camp, so merchants and travelers often stop here to rest, and there are also many adventurers active nearby.

The bat mount landed at the flying point of the camp. As soon as their feet landed on the ground, Slark and Deslik were surrounded by several tall tauren soldiers.

“I came here by invitation.” Slark took out the letter, opened it and showed it to the tauren.

After seeing the letter, the tauren soldiers became more friendly. “Fishman, you’re here early. Let’s take a rest in the camp first.”

The tauren soldiers took Slark away and arranged him in a small wooden cabin.

Two minotaurs holding giant sticks stood guard at the door of the cabin. They said they were resting here, but they were actually being guarded.

Slark stayed alone in the cabin, and even the goblin Deslik who came with him could not see him.

After five days like this, the Tauren soldiers finally came and took him away.

Slark was taken outside a large animal skin tent in the center of Taurajo’s camp. The tauren soldier pushed his back and pushed him inside.

Slack calmed himself down and quickly observed the situation inside.

He found a bonfire burning inside, and three colorful blankets were spread around the bonfire. There was a person sitting on each blanket, namely a tauren, an orc, and a goblin.

In addition, two of the same race stood behind the tauren and orcs.

There were seven people in total, five of whom Slack knew.

Slack recognized the leather-jacketed green goblin sitting on the blanket. This goblin’s name is Rezlac. He has been to the Backwater Oasis before and is the supervisor in charge of oil extraction.

There are two tauren standing. The one with gray-black mane is Makaba Flathoof. He is the head of the tauren village in the Backwater Oasis. Next to him is his daughter Kaya.

There were two orcs standing, one was the female orc Blackthorn who was carrying a whirlwind ax, and the other was Legosa Deathgate who was carrying a spear.

Slark was startled to see Legosa Deathgate standing.

The tribal orcs in the Barrens have two major commanders, one is the leader of Thok at the Crossroads, and the other is Lieutenant General Legosa Deathgate. This orc lieutenant general is the commander-in-chief of the tribe’s fight against the centaurs in the Barrens, and his status is very high.

But here, Legosa Deathgate could only stand.

So who is this orc sitting on the blanket? Is it the Sauk leader at the crossroads?

Slark looked at the sitting orc. This orc was wearing a simple armor, and his hair and beard were already white.

Slark did not participate in the operation to rescue the orc Thok in the quilboar camp, so he did not meet Thok, but he heard that the orc Thok was in his prime.

The orc sitting in front of him was already quite old, and it looked like he was definitely not Sok.

Who is this old orc? Why can even Lieutenant General Regoza Deathgate only stand behind him?

When Slark came in, the first person to speak was the female orc Blackthorn.

“Where is the mayor of the fishmen? He didn’t have the courage to come, so he sent a small fish to make up the number.” Blackthorn sneered.

Blackthorn had a feud with the fishmen, so she was resentful and hated them every time she saw them.

Slark remembered Yang Yi’s words and didn’t want to cause trouble with Blackthorn. So he ignored Blackthorn and walked directly to the campfire.

“I am Slark, and Mayor Poseidon sent me here.”

Slark took out the letter.

Everyone just looked at Slark, and no one reached out to take the letter in his hand.

Slark didn’t feel embarrassed. He held up the letter and asked, “Mayor Poseidon sent me here after receiving your letter. Where is the location of our Ratchet Town?”

These three blankets represent three forces. It is obvious that there is no place for the fishmen in Ratchet Town.

Blackthorn sneered and said, “It’s ridiculous. Who would prepare a place for the fishman? You are a fishman, just stand behind.”

“We, Ratchet Town, do not belong to any of you. Who do you want me to stand behind?” Slark said.

“Haha, that’s something you have to consider yourself.” Blackthorn laughed.

Slark was silent.

Except for Blackthorn, no one else at the scene spoke at this time. They looked at Slark with a little curiosity, wanting to see how this fishman would behave next.

Slark was silent for a while, then suddenly stepped back a few steps and came to the door of the big tent.

Stopping at the door, turning to face the outside of the big tent, Slark pulled his throat.

“Wow wow wow wow…”

To everyone’s surprise, Slark suddenly shouted.

The fishman’s voice is naturally loud, and the strange cry of the fishman Slark immediately alarmed the people nearby.

The tauren soldiers stationed outside the big tent were startled, and the passing merchants and travelers were also alarmed by the shouting.

Inside the big tent, everyone looked at him sideways.

This fishman sent by Ratchet Town actually started to act like a spoiled child when they didn’t agree with him.

Everyone came here to discuss things, and they all felt a headache when they met such a spoiled fishman.

Fishmen are indeed an uncivilized race.

Slark kept yelling, and had no intention of stopping. Instead, he started jumping and jumping at the door of the big tent, and then he lay on the ground and rolled in front of everyone.

This was too outrageous, and everyone had never seen such a scene.

Many people gradually gathered outside the big tent to watch the excitement, all of them curious about what happened inside.

The tauren, as the host, was the first to get restless.

Jon Stareye was the leader of the Taurajo camp. The tauren stood up from the blanket and walked to the door.

“Malman, come in.” Jon said.

Slark didn’t stop, and continued to yell.

“You are testing my patience, fishman.” Jon said in a muffled voice. “I’ll give you fishmen a place.”

Slark then shut up.

Finally, it was quiet, and Jon told the tauren soldiers outside to bring in a blanket.

When the tauren soldiers spread the newly brought patterned blanket, Slark followed Jon back to the campfire.

Seeing Slark sitting down on the blanket, Blackthorn, who could only stand, looked at him more and more displeased.

“It’s really embarrassing.” Blackthorn deliberately mocked in a voice that Slark could hear.

Slark sat cross-legged, pretending that he didn’t hear Blackthorn’s words, and he didn’t feel embarrassed at all.

Blackthorn was ignored by Slark again and was furious. She shouted at Slark: “I want to see what qualifications you, a fishman, have to sit here.”

Blackthorn began to cast a spell and summoned two ghost wolves.

Each of the two ghost wolves was as strong as a bull, and the two pairs of wolf eyes exuded a murderous light, staring at Slark as soon as they appeared.

After Blackthorn summoned the ghost wolf and saw that no one was stopping her, she became even more reckless.

“Attack this fishman.” Blackthorn pointed, “Go!”

The two ghost wolves received the order and rushed towards Slark one after the other.

Slark knew that Blackthorn had been upgraded to a level 7 shaman during the last duel with Jagu, so he knew that he was no match for Blackthorn anyway.

Although Slark was afraid of the two huge ghost wolves that rushed over, his feet trembled but he did not move a step, and he had no intention of dodging at all.

“Kill me!” Slark shouted.

Blackthorn was even more furious when he heard it.

The ghost wolf’s attack has always been to hit the vital point directly, and their target is Slark’s neck.

With Slark’s low level, the ghost wolf summoned by Blackthorn only needs to bite Slark’s throat, killing him.