I remember that I once did the starting quest of goblins, and people who were generally prejudiced against goblins thought that they would sell their best friends for a bag of gold coins, but this prejudice was not entirely unfounded, many goblins might consider it, and some even did it. The truth is that few goblins can properly combine a keen sense of business with a certain level of morality. For example, when Deathwing evokes a volcano on their home island, one of the Goblin Trade Princes immediately thinks that it would be good business to give the panicked goblins a ticket to safety, and then take their life savings and sell them into slavery. A clever plan until it was sunk in a crossfire between the Union fleet and a Horde ship.

The survivors of the shipwreck were washed up in the Lost Isles off the coast of Kalimdor, and some of the goblins at Thrall's invitation joined the tribe. If you talk about goblins, he is definitely the most magical race in Warcraft, the auctioneers and bank administrators of the alliance are humans, and the tribes are goblins, so you can see their energy. And they have captured so many neutral cities that no other race can do it. District 52, Garquison, Treasure Bay. There are also members of the Goblin Risk Asset Company everywhere, and they are everywhere. Let's just say that in Warcraft, there are seven or eight goblin shops on seven or eight of the ten maps. It's almost safe to say that there is a goblin merchant at every fork in the road.

In the next few days, Moon Shadow walked very fast, admiring the scenery along the way, but more time was in a hurry. Across the wetlands is followed by a strait over which the Hillsbrad Hills. Once here, Moon Shadow patted Onexia on the back and motioned for him to stop, and as Moon Shadow stopped, the Horned Eagle team stopped.

"Why stopped?" She flapped her wings in protest at the sudden braking of Moon Shadow.

"Look there." As he spoke, he pointed to the top of the mountain not far away, and there was a huge nest on the cliff wall, made of some branches and dead grass. Lying quietly inside are two basketball-sized eggs, the shells of which have agate-like patterns.

"It's supposed to be a griffon's egg." Onexia replied casually, but then he said 'huh' and continued, "Like the eagle, the griffon is monogamous for life, and will die in battle to protect their spouse and offspring. Young birds are fed by any member of the family, but are usually hunted by males and guarded by females. How could they throw their eggs directly in the nest, don't they die outside, it seems that these unborn little guys are destined to die. ”

With that, Onexia swooped down to the top of the cliff, and Moon Shadow jumped with it. He walked to the edge of the nest, closed his eyes on the eggs with his hand, and smiled slightly, then said, "There is a breath of life, it is still alive." ”

"There are generally no natural predators in places like this, and it stands to reason that there is nothing to threaten their lives. Anyway, it's also a sixth-order elite creature, maybe it's just foraging. Onexia shrunk into a humanoid form and looked at the eggs in the nest and analyzed.

Moon Shadow touched the griffon's eggs, and couldn't help but think that they were the Alliance's exclusive mounts, which were much more powerful than the tribe's two-legged wyverns. Thinking of the brilliance in Moonshadow's eyes, he said, "Griffons are naturally fierce, maybe I can use them to form a cavalry team." ”

"Although griffons are born fit to fight, brave and fearless. But training a griffin is not as easy as training a warhorse. Horses are docile and have a sense of security and identification with each other when they are with their kind. However, the griffon is independent and stubborn, unwilling to cooperate with others, and needs a wide space to move. Don't think about the idea of building a cavalry team. Onexia said as she looked at Moon Shadow relentlessly, clearly disdainful of Moon Shadow's proposal.

"After all, the horned eagle is a vegetarian animal, and it is not fierce enough to fight. I think there must be a way to tame them. Moon Shadow didn't pay attention to Onexia's cold words, the girl was just a little angry at getting up. After all, she was forcibly pulled over by herself before she slept for decades, and it is understandable that she was unwilling.

"Not to mention, these guys are born to be dead-headed. Once trapped in its cage, it will refuse to eat, and it will be very difficult to force the griffons to do anything. Domesticating a chick is a lot harder than most people think. Chicks must be trained before they are less than three months old and before their first feathers have grown. If it is late, it is 1 likely that it will not accept a new "family member", and if it is still abused, the sense of disagreement may rise every month. If the chicks do not follow their wishes, the chicks are likely to attack their owners. Onexia said in a tone that you forget it, and he was not optimistic about Moon Shadow's proposal of 100,000.

"There's always a way, why don't you help me hatch the eggs first? I think you'll be better at this. Moon Shadow said and smiled, then took the two eggs to his space, looked at Onexia and said with a smile.

"You treat me as a hen, you bastard. Although you are my master, don't want to insult me, I am a noble dragon. Like a cat that has been stepped on by its tail, Onexia jumped up and down when she pointed at Moon Shadow's nose.

"Don't you also be egg-born? I thought you were good at it. Moon Shadow said with a curious look, remembering how she had a large number of dragon eggs in her lair when she was fighting in Onexia's lair.

"You're so close to a few of the dragon guardians, I thought you knew. Only the mother of the dragon has the right to give birth to dragon eggs, and the only one who can take on this important task is my mother. Each dragon clan also has only one dragon mother, and other dragons are not allowed to produce dragon eggs. Seeing that Moon Shadow didn't understand, Onexia explained to him.

"You just said you want to keep them, I'll tell you about their habits, and wild griffons hatch for four weeks. For the first trimester, the chicks eat food as much weight as their body weight every day. At four months, the young birds are the size of a large dog, can easily climb between rocks, and are able to move freely on the ground, at which point the parent bird will teach them the hunting skills that do not need to use wings. At the age of six months, young birds begin to learn the art of flying and aerial hunting, which will take them half a year. When necessary, griffons will move their nests elsewhere until the young birds are able to protect themselves. When the baby reaches the age of two, it must travel far away from home to build its own nest. However, their lives are relatively short, about 150 years. Onexia shook her head. For dragons and elves, more than a hundred years is indeed a bit of a period, and it is not enough time for a dragon to take a nap.

The lifespan of the Nightblade Leopard is generally around fifty years, and two thousand years ago, Moon Shadow once raised the Frostblade Leopard, which she has always loved. They also gave it a name, but unfortunately those creatures still couldn't survive the passage of time. After watching them die for dozens of generations, he stopped raising them, after all, after cultivating feelings, having to watch them die is a kind of torture for anyone who has feelings. Thinking about it, Moon Shadow shook his head and gave up the idea of forming a griffin clan, after all, most of the mounts are companions of the cavalry, and comrades have a lot of meaning, and the lifespan of these creatures is too short for the elves.

"Let's go, let's keep going." Moon Shadow was silent for a moment, then turned to speak. Onexia transformed into a dragon and allowed Moon Shadow to jump on her back, flap her wings and fly into the sky. They were about to hurry, when Moon Shadow suddenly signaled to stop again. Moon Shadow then turned her gaze to the bottom of the cliff, following Moon Shadow's gaze at the two dead griffins.

Though dead, their sun-kissed feathers and fluff still shine. The back half of the lion-like body is covered with yellowish-brown fur, and the eagle-like head and forelimbs are covered with golden feathers, and the other is creamy white with dark red spots. The feathers on their heads and wings are beautiful blue, the feathers on their chests are vermilion, and their beaks and front paws, like eagles, range from transparent yellow to brilliant gold, and their blackened claws are sharp and glowing. They are about three meters long and should be larger than the average male lion. With a wingspan of nearly eight meters, they still retain the posture of fighting before death, and the twisting of their bodies is obviously very painful.

"It was the trolls who killed them." Moon Shadow is sure,

They all died from the same cause, and the wound was in the chest. It was a piercing hole as thick as a forearm, and Moon Shadow recognized this attack. Because he's been dealing with these creatures, the spear-throwers of the forest trolls. Those man-eating monsters should be the remnants of Zandalara's shattering.

This ancient creature is still savage and cruel even after so many years. They are still in a primitive tribal society, and they only know how to war and plunder.

Moon Shadow had a hard time understanding how this creature had survived until the orcs invaded their civilization nine thousand years later. However, their way of survival is also very successful at the level of the eye, and many natural selections have caused them to stay. became an important member of the future Azeroth, but that was only part of the story, and most of the clans still maintained their traditions and lived their ancient way of life.

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