Those Who Stray from the Way Find Many Helpers (II)

"Blackhorn is just a lowly Tauren, yet he has the audacity to call himself a master of war."

Thrall has always looked down on Tauren, after all, in the eyes of Orcs, Tauren are just food. Thrall came to find Blackhorn only to prove that the list was wrong.

Now that Thrall has two top-tier fighters, Morchok and Hagara the Stormbinder, plus the help of Anachronos, son of Nozdormu, defeating Blackhorn should be a piece of cake.

Afterwards, Thrall will twist off Blackhorn's head, eat it, and tell everyone that Tauren are all trash.

Anachronos pinpointed Blackhorn's location and, urged on by Thrall, rushed over. Upon seeing the silvery mist, Anachronos was deeply bewildered.

"The history of this region is obscured; I can't even see historical images. Something's wrong. This fog is strange; it's very much like the fog of Pandaria, but not quite."

After a long silence, Anachronos suddenly realized:

"I understand. The mists of Pandaria are vibrant with life, while the mists here are lifeless. Hagara the Stormbinder, try to disperse the mists with your winds."

Hagara had been in a distracted state, only responding to the command with a perfunctory spell, summoning Gale that howled into the mist and vanished instantly.

Anachronos exclaimed in surprise, "So it is! This is the power of the Unity of Heaven and Humanity!"

Hagara asked coldly, "I've heard that no Dragon dares to Pandaria the mists of Pandaria."

Anachronos frowned and replied reluctantly, "That's right. Once we fly into the mist, we'll merge with it. Fortunately, the mist here is static, so don't worry."

Elemental Lords Morchok shouted, "I sense danger! My intuition is always accurate; there's something strange about the mist here!"

Thrall said nonchalantly, "Blackhorn is just a Tauren, and he can live in the mist, so why can't we? You're such an Imp, you big stone man."

Anachronos also showed caution. He was unsure of the history here and dared not venture too far. Just as he was about to persuade Thrall, he heard the voice of the War Master Blackhorn coming from the mist.

"Haha, look who's here: a weak female Orcs, a four-horned reptile, and a little stone golem. Oh, I see you, Thrall. I'm sorry, you're too weak, so weak that I could hardly spot you."

Thrall was so angry he almost jumped up and was about to rush into the mist.

Anachronos shouted, "Thrall, this is a provocation! Don't fall for it!"

Blackhorn's voice came again. "You know, Thrall, your head is extremely valuable. Warchief Garrosh and I have a deal: whoever takes your head, I can replace that good-for-nothing Baine and become the Warchief of Thunder Bluff. I look forward to that moment."

Upon hearing the name "Garrosh," Thrall finally lost his temper and roared, "Morchok, Hagara, Anachronos, heed my command! Charge into the mist and take Blackhorn's head!"

Bound by the slave contract, Morchok and Hagara had to obey. Morchok was on guard and tried to slow down to prevent any accidents, while Hagara cast a Gale shield on himself and was also very cautious.

Anachronos muttered under his breath, "Damn it, I'm not your Servant."

But Anachronos dared not disobey Thrall's orders and could only follow behind the two powerful figures, letting them pave the way for him.

Upon entering the fog, aside from obstructed visibility, no unexpected incidents were discovered.

Sensing that Morchok and Hagara were unharmed in the mist, Thrall finally felt safe enough to enter the mist and climb onto Anachronos's back after a long while. Although he was enraged by Blackhorn, he had not lost his mind and would never risk his life.

They wandered around in the fog for a long time but still couldn't find Blackhorn.

The group gradually grew impatient from their initial caution. Thrall said coldly:

"Damn it, that Blackhorn was bluffing. He used provocation to make us think there was a trap in the fog. Luckily, I was quick-witted and saw through the conspiracy."

Anachronos whispered:

"We can only search the outer peaks; we must never venture into the central basin. I received a warning from my people; in the Legendary of the Tauren, that place is a forbidden zone."

Blackhorn fell silent, and the surroundings were completely still. For most of the day, no matter how much Thrall provoked Thrall, Blackhorn refused to respond.

"I knew it, Tauren are all cowards."

Thrall cursed, then his stomach growled loudly. He felt hungry and said reluctantly, "There's a Heizong Tauren Clans nearby. Let's go fill our stomachs first, then come back to find Blackhorn."

Anachronos, craving the delicious taste of the Tauren, immediately agreed.

The group headed in one direction, intending to escape the fog, but after walking for a long time, the fog remained thick, and they could not find their way back.

Anachronos sensed something unusual and flapped his wings to fly into the air.

But no matter how far Anachronos flew, he was still surrounded by thick fog.

There was no other way but for the four of them to gather together.

"This isn't right," Hagara said, frowning. "We've never been here before."

Besides being a mage, Hagara the Stormbinder was also a scholar. She meticulously recorded the routes she had taken. Although Thrall took countless repetitive paths on his own initiative, Hagara did not offer any reminders, yet all the routes remained under her control.

As the group tried to escape the fog, Hagara discovered that things were not so simple.

Hagara knelt on the ground, with a map drawn along the way laid out in front of him:

"There are seven mountain peaks here, forming a circle. We've searched each peak more than once. According to the map I drew, our current location should be..."

Hagara drew a straight line on the map that extended beyond the map itself.

"One hundred and fifty-two kilometers outside the seven mountain peaks."

"But we're still in the fog," Thrall said, dissatisfied.

"That's right." Hagara tossed aside his pen, shrugged, and said, "We've fallen for their trap. This is a kind of magic I've never seen before. Perhaps the Sons of Nozdormu know of similar magic."

Anachronos said solemnly, "I know many spells can do this, but I haven't sensed any magical fluctuations here. This isn't magic I know."

Thrall said, quite displeased:

"So we're lost, huh? Morchok, why aren't you making a sound? Aren't stone elementals supposed to burrow underground? Are you trying to betray me?"

Morchok did indeed harbor this intention, but Thrall exposed it, forcing him to obey orders and use Elemental Magic to burrow underground.

Not long after, Morchok returned with a strange expression.

"This can't be real. My eyes must be deceiving me. There's mist in the rocks too. We can't get out."

Thrall and his group were trapped in the fog, with no vegetation or water around them.

Morchok wasn't worried; as long as his feet touched the ground and he absorbed Elemental Power, he could survive.

Hagara the Stormbinder, can replenish his energy with air currents; although he may be starving, he will never die.

Anachronos was a dragon. Dragons like to sleep and can go for hundreds of years without eating, as the magic within them can solve their energy supply problems.

Only Thrall, after running out of the little rations he carried, nearly fainted from hunger within three days.