When Diego arrived at the orc camp, Masrae Bearskin was searching from tent to tent.
He held two leather bags, each half the size of a watermelon, and he threw one of them in this direction, "This one is yours, good thing." ” "What is this?"
Diego casually took it and asked.
"Demon Cloth Bag," the Night Elf didn't raise his head, he concentrated on rummaging through the pile of debris, "I originally had a moon cloth bag about the size of this bag, but when I was captured in the Angry Fang Camp, I was touched by the unknown orc, and then I didn't find it, this general will use it, it just smells." ” Diego knew what the Demon Cloth Bag was, he had one before he crossed over, but he had always wondered how it could hold so many things.
He took the bag in his hand with great interest and observed it over and over again.
These two expensive bags should be the last family of the Angry Fang Clan, and they should have been carried by Goldrick when he transported supplies some time ago.
The bag was blackened and slightly purple, with a peculiar pattern in the middle, which Diego guessed might be some kind of demonic writing.
The bag is made of two pieces of material sewn together, and it is made of a thick purple leather thread, which looks very strong.
There are several wire holes in the mouth of the bag, and a leather rope of the same texture passes through the middle, tightening the mouth of the bag.
It was a cloth bag, but Diego suspected that the bag was actually sewn with demon skin, which was hard and had the texture of animal skin.
Diego untied the cord and pulled the bag open, and a strong smell of sulfur immediately hit his nose, and he held his breath and looked into the bag, to his surprise, it was pitch black in the bag, and he saw nothing.
He thought it was too dark, so he stepped out of the tent and pointed the bag to the sun, but he couldn't see anything, and it was like a black hole in the bag, and even the sunlight was swallowed up.
He shook the bag face down in surprise, but nothing fell out.
Out of caution, he did not rush into it, but pulled out a long arrow from the quiver behind his back, and then reached into it with a heart, and miraculously, the arrow was stuffed in its entirety, but according to the length of the bag, it was absolutely impossible to accommodate this arrow.
This thing must be some kind of spell creation, maybe this leather bag is contaminated with some kind of spatial spell, and its internal space is far from what it looks like on the outside.
"This bag should be safe, at least before the crossing, I haven't heard of anyone having a trap in the demon cloth bag."
He deceived himself.
The real truth is that he can't hold back his curiosity and can't wait to find out.
He took a deep breath and slowly reached into the mouth of the bag, which looked like it could fit his two hands, and touched it, but touched nothing.
He thought about it for a moment, then thought about the arrow in his heart, and he felt something appear in his palm again, and just like that, when he pulled his hand out of the bag, the long arrow was pulled out!
"It's amazing!"
Diego exclaimed heartily.
Although he knew that there were many incredible things about this world, he was shocked again.
He put his things in and out one by one, arrows, longbows, two hand axes he had just recovered, archery gauntlets, and even stinking broken boots with two holes, which he tried on.
He's like a kid who finds a new toy and has a lot of fun.
However, he didn't just play with it, and after trying it a lot, he also figured out how to use some bags.
There is no big limit to the items that can be put into the bag, and the things will be accommodated according to the user's mind, but they can only hold a maximum of sixteen items, if it is an item like an arrow, you can also put more, maybe according to the rules of the bag, many of the same items are counted as one.
Eventually, the Night Elves, who had rummaged through the camp, interrupted his exploration.
"We've got to hurry, the dwarves have some of their men to catch slaves."
Masrae reminded him that he was happy to finally be more secure than Diego.
Diego agreed with him, and the two of them finally swept through the camp and set off lightly - indeed lightly, supplies such as dry rations were in bags, and if it weren't for the ease of access in case of battle, Diego would have even wanted to stuff an axe and a bow and arrows into it.
The ensuing battle didn't stand out much, and they spent half a day on the north side of the Uldaman excavation site waiting for the Black Iron Dwarves who had returned from chasing the fugitive slaves.
After an ambush that was not too difficult, the slaves were freed.
In the eyes of the two of them, the freed slaves were much more difficult to deal with than the black iron dwarves, and their enthusiasm could melt the black iron.
Masrae Bearskin, in particular, strengthened his will several times before resisting the Copperbeard Dwarves' request to go to Sersama to drink wine.
"We should go too, we still have a long way to go."
Diego looked at the former slaves who had gone away with regret and whispered.
He looked back and saw that the Night Elf was secretly wiping the saliva from the corners of his mouth.
"Let's go, I heard that the Black Iron Dwarves also have a lot of good wine."
He seduced him like holding a carrot tied to a stick in front of a donkey.
After the trouble that had been following them was finally resolved, the two people who had removed the maggots from the tarsal bones felt much more relaxed, and they opened their minds and stepped briskly on the way south. …… This is a basin in the middle of the barren land, and unlike the gravel geology of other places, the soil here is soft, fine-grained, between sand and silt, and when the hot wind blows, it rolls up dust.
That's where its name comes from – the Dust Basin, a dry river valley covered in dust and sand.
Diego and Masrae were crawling behind a dirt bag, looking at a rock chip fifty meters away under the cover of a few bushes.
A thick slice of meat was thrown on the rock chip, and a few green-headed flies were flying above the slice, landing on it from time to time for a few laps, licking a few mouthfuls of luscious gravy.
A few paces away from the rock slice, a yellow leopard was wandering back and forth, glancing at the slice of meat from time to time, and then looking around vigilantly, as if eager to eat the meal, but fearing that it was a trap.
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In fact, it was right to be worried, and it didn't know it—beneath the rock chip was the frozen trap that Diego had painstakingly planted.
Once it is within range of the trap's power, Diego will not hesitate to trigger it.
This leopard's coat is pale yellow and has no spots, which is a protective color in the barren land of loess.
From the back of the head to the back of the shoulders are thick dorsal manes, which are slightly darker in color and look stiffer, unlike the lion's mane.
From the corners of the eyes on either side of the bridge of its nose, there are two downward tear-stained markings that extend to the sides of the nostrils.
This leopard is about two and a half meters long without a tail and weighs more than 500 pounds, which is already considered a giant among the larger mountain leopards.
It has a pair of saber-toothed tiger-like canine teeth on its upper jaw, one of which appears to have been severed from the middle.
But this did not detract from the beast's might, on the contrary, it looked even more ferocious.
The yellow leopard circled around the piece of meat a few times, but just didn't come closer.
This made Diego a little worried, this piece of meat was obtained by killing a vulture a few days ago, although Diego has the ability to make vulture meat is not so difficult to swallow, but for this kind of corpse bird, the two of them still can't accept it, but it is just used as bait.
In the hot weather, the piece of meat had begun to rot and spoil, and Diego wasn't sure if the yellow leopard was still interested in the stinky meat.
Unlike what Diego had seen in the game before the crossing, in Azeroth, the Beast's first choice when he saw a human was often to run away rather than pounce on him, especially when he wasn't that hungry, and in their eyes, humans were more dangerous to Beasts than Beasts to Humans.
And once this yellow leopard is frightened and runs, Diego will not be able to catch up with him.
"I'm a rock, I don't move, I breathe slowly, I let it get closer......"
Diego muttered in a low voice, and for a moment, he felt like Vasily from "Soldiers in the City", lurking in the ice and snow waiting for the wolf to approach, but Vasily was waiting for the wolf, and he was waiting for a yellow leopard.
Just then, the voice of the Night Elf interrupted his self-absorption.
"It's called a broken tooth?
It looks very smart, do you think we can catch it?
"Mars Thunder, this curious baby always has a lot of questions.
Diego turned his head and looked sternly at Masrae, who immediately stopped talking, but when the hunter turned his head to look at the yellow leopard, he spoke again.
"Are you sure you don't need me to use the spell of soothing animals to help you?"
"Shut up!"
Diego turned his head violently, his movements so fast that the Night Elf feared that he would shake his head off, "If you don't, you can help me." ” This hurt the druid, who was eager to help, but Diego couldn't comfort the sensitive boy as he waited for the beast to take the bait.
When he turned his head, he was disappointed to see that the beast was gone, and the stinky flesh that had served as bait was still lying quietly on the trap, unmoved.
"Alas, it didn't work ......out," Diego sighed, slipped down the slope in frustration, and glanced at the aggrieved tearful hairy child, feeling that it was still necessary to appease the older boy.
"It's hard for other professions to understand a hunter's obsession with pets," Diego whispered, patting the Night Elf on the shoulder, "Can a hunter without a pet be called a hunter?"
” As if remembering something, he turned his head and glanced at the druid with good intentions.
Although he didn't have anything, Masrae immediately understood the meaning of his look.
His hair stood on end.
"No, don't even think about it."
He was furious, not at all self-pitying.
Diego sighed again.
Before the crossing, catching a druid as a baby was the dream of many hunters.
Judging by Masrae's reaction, it is clear that the elven hunters of Darnassus have no shortage of this idea, and perhaps some have put it into practice.
Diego remembers that during the Burning Expedition Era, Musarek, Lord of the Dark Marshes, became famous among hunters, as he was the only hunter to successfully capture a druid as a pet.
When they rescued the elf druid who was captured as a pet, the druid's words are still fresh in people's memories: You must know how humiliating it is for a druid to be captured by hunters as a pet!
Clearly, the Night Elf Masrae Bearskin was angry.
This time I was really angry, and the consequences were serious.
He hadn't spoken to Diego for days, and even the latter's elaborate meals hadn't quelled his anger.
He would rather nibble on his sulphur-smelling dry food than share a pot of rice with Diego, and it seemed that things were really going on.
This made Diego a little irritated, because he was not very old, even before the crossing, he was only twenty-eight years old, and as an otaku, he could mature there.
For the role of a bosom sister, he is obviously incompetent.
However, what made him even more irritating was that the yellow leopard had not appeared for a long time.
It looked like the suspicious beast had realized danger was approaching.
This is not a good sign, as Diego's experience before the crossing does not have a fixed nest in the Badlands, preferring to roam the wilderness, and the Dust Basin is only the place where it appears most frequently.
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If it feels like it's dangerous, it probably won't come again.
Although he didn't want to admit defeat, Diego still felt that he might have to run empty this time.
He decided to hold out for another three days, and if there was still no sign of the broken tooth for three days, they continued west to the Scorching Canyon.
However, luck always strikes inadvertently.
In the early morning of the third day, when Diego walked out of the tent and was about to open the gate to release the water, he was surprised to find that at his feet, about two meters below the rock, the yellow leopard with broken teeth was walking slowly along the ravine, looking very leisurely.
At that moment, Diego felt like his whole being was filled with a huge sense of well-being.
Without hesitation, he leaped high, stretched out his limbs in the air, and pounced on the yellow leopard's back.
At this moment, he did not think of the frozen trap, he did not think of pacifying the animal, the wild instinct of the hunter drove him to envelop the beautiful beast like a large net.
Broken Tooth was startled by the sudden "attack", and it was almost knocked to its stomach by Diego who pounced.
But when it realized its situation, the yellow leopard immediately began to run for its life.
This clever yellow leopard did not run blindly, but he ran in difficult places, and sometimes plunged headlong into the thorn bushes like a wild boar, which made Diego suffer enough, and when he woke up, he had not yet put on his leather armor, and the sharp thorns easily cut through his shirt, and cut deep wounds on his body.
But Diego didn't let go, his hands were clasped under the yellow leopard's neck, clasped together like a dead knot.
His legs were tightly wrapped around the cat's back, wrapping around it like two snakes.
"Come with me, you will definitely be able to eat fragrant and spicy food, oh, by the way, I don't know if you drink alcohol or not...... you can still eat meat every day, it is all fresh, how mature do you want?
It's okay to have raw meat, it's bloody, it's delicious......"
Diego muttered incoherently.
Although he was able to pass on what he thought to the beasts through the soul connection—a secret that hunters kept secret, even mages couldn't do—he still liked to come out while transmitting his thoughts, which was purely a matter of habit and did not affect the effectiveness of communication.
The yellow leopard, apparently undeterred by the food, suddenly changed its tactics and rolled violently, sliding forward with its back downward, the rough rocks grazing against Diego's back, carving gullies.
In some places, the entire skin has been peeled off, revealing the red muscles and white tendons underneath.
"Well, I'll take you all over Azeroth, instead of sticking to this place where birds don't, you'll see the sea, the mountains, and the dense forests, the endless grasslands......"
Diego continued, not even knowing what was wrong with him - he was in pain all over.
However, it doesn't matter, the most important thing to tame the beast is to keep and use as much information as possible to get the beast into chaos.
In fact, it is a flicker, and if you can flicker them, then you will succeed.
In this regard, one of the Northeast actors before Diego's crossing was the most talented, and he imagined more than once that if any uncle could travel to Azeroth, he would definitely be a Beastmaster-level hunter.
Of course, you can't just rely on a mouth, you have to convince the beast you fancy that you are powerful and worth following, even according to the law of the jungle, you are also the strongest in the wilderness, and only obedience is the only way out.
The broken tooth continued to run in the wilderness, and when it saw a crack, it went there.
Eventually, it even rushed under a fallen dead tree.
Diego had been slammed into the trunk of the tree on its back, and unlike previous scratches, this time it was a solid head-on impact, and Diego even heard the crunch of his own skull denting.
Diego snorted and almost fainted, and if it wasn't for the tight hug, he would have almost knocked off the leopard's back.
A huge hematoma quickly swelled up on his head.
But that didn't stop his chatter.
"I'll show you the world, humans, dwarves, orcs, trolls, ......, as long as there is a race in Azeroth, we have to take a look, maybe in the future, we will go to the Outlands to see the Draenei, to Pandalia to see the pandamen, can you imagine, a race of intelligence covered in hair like you, hehe......"
Diego felt like he was going to lose consciousness, but he still held the beast tightly, but he didn't notice that the speed of the broken teeth was gradually slowing, After all, cheetahs are not a race known for their endurance, and their advantage is high-speed sprints.
"We will try everything that has not been tried, we will explore curiously, brave adventures, wonderful life, you have to believe me, I will definitely give you a different life, by the way, you are a leopard, that is a wonderful leopard life, your kind will envy the bad ......"
Diego chattered groggyly, he felt that he was tired to death, and now what he longed for most was a soft velvet bed, a beautiful sleep, but he still stubbornly insisted on not fainting.
At this moment, the yellow leopard finally admitted its defeat, and it collapsed from exhaustion.
Beside it, the human hunter finally let go of his hands and feet, and he lay flat on the ground like a "big" character, one hand and one foot still pressed under the yellow leopard.
"Oh no, how did I let go of my hand?
Will you take the opportunity to run away, big cat?
Then I won't be able to catch you anymore.
In a trance, he thought in a daze, and then completely lost consciousness.
Half an hour later, the surrounding grass was cleared, and the Night Elf Druid followed, his transformed panther peeking out from behind the grass.
"Oh my God, did you just go to Skinning Hell?"
Masrae shouted in shock.
In front of him, Diego Aznar barely had an inch of intact skin, and looked like a tattered ragdoll that had been crushed by a giant bear.
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"Well, looks like we'll have to wait at least another week before we leave."
The Night Elf crouched down and pressed Diego's chest, which was deflated and looked like more than one rib had been broken.
"Maybe longer."
He added.