If you were to rank the most unpopular races in Azeroth, the harpies would never be outside the top five.
According to legend, these foul-smelling and violent creatures originated from ancient times - their ancestors were some unruly female elves. For unknown reasons, they offended the night elf queen Azshara and were punished by turning into an ugly bird shape.
Although they think that the noble crow goddess Avanna is the ancestor of the tribe, unfortunately this view is only popular among the harpies, and almost no race would agree with it.
There are no men in the harpy tribe. They are all strange female creatures with the heads, arms, and bodies of human women. Of course, they also have huge vulture wing claws to tear apart prey or escape the pursuit of natural enemies.
When the breeding season comes, harpies will usually fly out of the caves made of their own feces to find male humanoids of other races and take them back to their nests. However, it is worth noting that they are not sperm predators.
In other words, the fathers of their children are definitely not these males.
The task of the captives is only to provide sexual pleasure to the harpies, but the latter's fertility has nothing to do with it. To be precise, the eggs of the harpies do not need to be fertilized. They use the formula handed down from ancient times to make magic potions.
, put unfertilized eggs inside to perform mysterious rituals, and a few months later, when these eggs begin to pulse with life, the harpy who is about to become the mother will implant them into the body of the male captive and use flesh and blood to
nourish
The subsequent results are naturally self-evident. The birth of a harpy is usually accompanied by the painful passing of another life. The piles of bones in front of their nest are the best evidence. Because of this, the harpy is
People's impressions are so bad. In contrast, the ogre's behavior of throwing you directly into the cooking pot is worthy of a big red flower...
There are about 800 harpies in the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, and most of them live in Feiyu Cave. The one who rules this cave and all the people is a harpy thief named Glinka Bloodscream. At this moment
She and the entire clan of warriors were located near the Wind Nest in the Stone Forest Canyon, clearly separated from a centaur team, waiting for the appearance of the horror totem under the scorching sun.
"Damn Anak, he obviously summoned us here, but now he hasn't shown up yet, what is going on?"
Glinka flew to a shady place, fanning himself with his wings and complaining that he had been waiting for almost an hour, but there was only sand and mud in the canyon, not even cow hair, and he didn't know whether Anak was there.
Really want to cooperate
Thinking of this, the Harpy Queen not only looked at the people and horses on the opposite side, but it seemed that the old guy Isok was also moved by the words of the Grim Totem and brought thousands of warriors here - although the three forces are hostile to each other, but in the
They have something in common about taking advantage. No wonder they are all classified as barbaric races in the barren land.
"Old man Ma, why hasn't that cow in Anak come yet? Didn't it trick us?"
After waiting for a while, seeing that the sun was getting more and more poisonous, both the centaur and the harpy were a little bit unbearable. Glinka couldn't hold back his temper and asked loudly to Isok who was meditating not far away.
The old man slowly opened his eyes and shook his head expressionlessly: "Anak is not such a boring person. He has no reason to leave a piece of fat meat to amuse us instead of biting it... If he really annoyed you and me, how could he use it to entertain us...
Can the Horrible Totem's men and horses stop our joint attack?"
"That's right..." Glinka nodded and asked without saying anything, "You brought people here for the sake of those human exploration teams?"
"That's natural. Otherwise, why do you think you're here?" Isoke glanced at her and replied calmly.
Glinka took two steps forward without leaving a trace. Seeing that his subordinates were looking for a place to rest in twos and threes, he whispered to the troops: "Including you and me, there are three groups of people who have the idea of Fanpi Guy... but the oil and water that can be extracted is only
There is so much, if Anak gets the big share, our two families will get even less..."
"What do you want to say?" Isoke's face remained unchanged and he looked at the other party sideways.
"Maybe you still can't see what I want to say?" Glinka asked with a low smile, and the exposed plump breasts trembled, but the old man avoided it in disgust, as if it was something ugly.
"Okay, there's nothing to cover up. It's just a show off to that cow..." Glinka put away his playful expression and said seriously, "You and I suffered a lot from him back then. Let him pay some money today."
Isn’t the interest exorbitant?”
Isoke's expression changed, but then he shook his head and said: "It's not that I don't want revenge, but speaking of the cunning of your harpy, you are no less cunning than those cows, so why should I trust you?"
Glinka smiled slightly, as if he had known that the other party would ask this question: "In this case, after those group of pink-skinned guys are dealt with, I would like to take the lead in attacking the Grim Totem, while you lead the tribe to take his side path, so
how?"
Although Isoke is just a bandit leader of a small tribe, he also knows very well what will happen if two evenly matched parties fight head-on: it will be nothing more than losing both sides. Now that Glinka can say this, it must be somewhat credible.
The old man Ma thought for a moment and finally nodded, lowering his voice and said: "In this case, we don't have to show all our troops to Anak. It is best to find a hidden place for some soldiers to hide first.
It’s time to give him another surprise…”
"What a good idea." Glinka's eyes lit up and he pointed forward, "How about that place?"
Isoke looked along the harpy's arm, his face suddenly changed, and he quickly shook his head and said: "No, no, no... That is the habitat of the holy beast. Even if I agree to your idea, the tribesmen will not agree to this.
Ridiculous decision…”
The place Glinka was pointing to was called Wind Nest, located on the southwestern edge of Thousand Needles. This cliff was covered with caves and rooftops, and contained hundreds of bipedal dragon nests. Although these creatures were ordinary means of transportation for the tribe,
But in the eyes of centaurs, they are sacred beasts that have been protected for generations.
When this virgin land was discovered, countless poachers and egg thieves swarmed in, and they were all caught and executed by the centaurs. To this day, those rotting skeletons are tied to wooden stakes near the path leading to the Wind Nest.
To warn daring thieves
Glinka naturally knew the status of the flying dragons in the hearts of the centaurs, but she still explained without being discouraged: "Hey, we are just going to the wind nest to lurk, and we are not trying to seize the nests of the flying dragons. Besides, their nests are usually built in
On the rooftop, even if you close your eyes, you can't step on the dragon egg!"
"...Can you promise not to disturb the rest of the holy beast?"
"Nonsense, why am I messing with those ugly monsters? Their eggs are astringent, bitter, and unpalatable to death..." Glinka assured impatiently, ignoring the old man and horse's glaring expressions.
"See for yourself, the only place nearby that can hide so many people is the Wind Nest. If you are willing to give up this great opportunity, then I have nothing to say..."
The old man thought for a long time, gritted his teeth, nodded fiercely and said: "Okay! Then you gather your troops and go there as soon as possible. I will explain to the tribesmen and set off immediately!"
After hearing this, Glinka called on his subordinates to get up and fly towards the Wind Nest, while Isoke spent a lot of effort to get them to follow him hesitantly in the eyes of the tribesmen. Fortunately, it was not far away from the Wind Nest.
It was only two minutes away, and in less than a moment, thousands of centaurs had gathered outside the Wind Nest.
Isok was about to divide half of his men into the valley, but the harpies who had flown in earlier all rushed out as if they were fleeing, leaving the centaurs who didn't know what was happening confused.
"Hey, what happened inside? Why did you all come out?" Isoke suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart and asked loudly to the many harpies.
At this time, Glinka spread his wings with a solemn expression, grabbed the old man and lifted him up, and took him into the wind nest: "What happened, you see for yourself..."
Isoke opened his eyes wide and looked at the bipedal dragon corpses scattered in front of him in disbelief. Most of their bodies were unharmed, and there was no trace of blood or smell of blood, so when Glinka and his men were flying in mid-air, they were still there.
Unaware - from their point of view, these flying dragons should be resting on the ground, but they didn't expect that what they saw after landing was like this.
Just as old Isok was dumbfounded, the curious Centaurs also broke in, and what they saw was that the holy beasts were all dead, with almost no one surviving. For centaurs, these two-legged flying dragons were nothing.
Just like their totems and symbols - if a tauren's clan totem is destroyed by the enemy, he will definitely fight for his life with the opponent, then this principle also applies to centaurs
Therefore, the eyes of these creatures with some lacking brain cells immediately turned blood red, and they drew their swords and slashed at the harpies next to them indiscriminately: "Murders, you murderers!"
The harpy was a little dazed at first. We had just come in. How could we kill so many flying dragons?
However, most of the centaurs have lost their minds, so who care about the excuses of these birdmen? The harpies are also hairy after being chopped to pieces. Don't forget that they are also masters who are not easy to mess with, so both parties
With red eyes, you come and go and fight, even Glinka's furious voice can't be heard
"Pah, pah, pah"
At this moment, a burst of not very loud slaps sent chills down the backs of the leaders of the two tribes who still had some sense. They all looked towards the rooftop in the valley and saw hundreds of tauren looking at them with ridicule.
The leader is naturally the leader of Grimtotem, Anak.
He grinned widely and glanced at the stunned Isoke and Glinka, and then said calmly: "Ah, you two are really in good spirits. It seems that I came at the right time..."
——————————————————————It seems that Cataclysm has been resurrected. Didn’t its hooves get cut off before? Blizzard really knows how to slap you in the face..