Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1307 57. On the eve of the storm

"Chief Red is really good at drinking, I was dragged by him, and at first he said that we hadn't seen each other for a couple of drinks at first, but when he took out two barrels of wine, I knew something was wrong.

But it was too late for me to refuse at that time. His persuasion to drink is really one set of words, which is hard to guard against. "

Two days later, on the way from Hellfire Peninsula to Shadowmoon Valley through the hills of Talador, Thrall, a young orc riding on the saddle of a snow-white Frostwolf, rubbed his forehead with a haggard face.

Even though it has been two days, he still has a bad hangover feeling, so he complained to Alsace who was riding a horse beside him:

"These old orcs are really too cunning. I feel that the fish in the water can't drink him. I don't know what kind of ingredients are added to the wine. After drinking it, I wake up with a headache.

It's like getting into a drunken fight with a clefthoof. Have you ever felt like this? "

"Uh, no."

Alsace curled his lips, looked around vigilantly, guarding against the arakkoa robbers who might rush out, and whispered to Thrall:

"You know me, I was a paladin apprentice before, and I was strictly forbidden to drink alcohol before I became an adult. I still drank a few glasses of strong wine before participating in the Burning Blade Clan's Juggernaut Trial, and the taste was terrible.

However, your warchief Reid is so fat. I saw him take off from Hellfire Citadel on a wyvern, but the wyvern domesticated by the Mo Kenasa clan couldn't fly.

It's like a crow with a pig on it. Well, I don't mean anything else, but he's really not the size of an orc warrior. "

"If you spend a year or two drinking every day, you will have the same body shape."

Sal complained:

"I was in Blackrock Spire for a while, and life was tough for the Horde warriors under Warchief Rend, but he was already a drunk.

Now that they heard that they finally had enough food, the life of the great chief must be a different way of enjoying.

He really sucks in every way.

I heard that this is due to the habits he developed as a pirate for a period of time, and he can be said to be full of five poisons, but I also have to admit that Chief Red is indeed good at material management and diplomacy, and he is also good at business good hand.

He was able to support so many orcs in Black Rock Mountain, all thanks to his long-sleeved skills.

Elder Drek'Thar also told me that Chief Red should not be underestimated. He said that a chief who can feed the orcs and drink wine is the most qualified chief.

The orcs, who already hated war, would not think about overthrowing such a leader. "

The young orc sighed and said to Arthas;

"You are a prince who has experienced the orc wars, you should know that during the time of the chief of Orgrim, the orcs relied on plunder to get food.

I sometimes even have a thought that if it was Rend who became the first warchief instead of his father Blackhand, maybe we orcs wouldn't have to invade Azeroth. "

"Then you are wrong."

Alsace scoffed at this naivety, saying:

"Sir Lord Shaw, the secret agent leader of the Kingdom of Storms, once told me that a large part of the reason why Reid was able to gain a firm foothold in Black Rock Mountain was because of the secret help of undead pirates.

His personal ability is not the main factor.

I have also heard stories about the old tribe when I traveled in Dellano. Rather than saying that the first warchief was Braikehan, it is better to say that he is just a puppet of Gul'dan.

At that time, if a guy like Red became the great chief, he might have been secretly killed by Gul'dan.

Didn't a guy as brave and cunning as Orgrim choose to lie dormant and wait for an opportunity in that situation? "

"That's what you said."

Thrall nodded, acknowledging Alsace's statement.

But soon they had no time to chat, and were called by their chief officers to help organize military affairs.

The Draenei invited the Azeroth Expeditionary Force to go to Shadowmoon Valley to support the front there, so the legions of Hellfire Citadel almost came out in full force.

The centaur mercenaries and the Kor'kron guards were at the front, and the Human Brotherhood of the Iron Horse and the paladins were at the back, separated by the death knights of the Black Crows, so as to avoid any further conflict between the two sides.

Just in the past two days of being stationed in Hellfire Citadel, the dog's brains were almost blown out between humans and orcs.

Most of the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse are veterans who have completely participated in the orc war, and they are also loyal to Marshal Lothar.

The Korkron Guards on the orc side are also elite warriors who specialize in defending the Great Chief. They are a group of veterans with the strongest combat effectiveness in the orthodox tribe of Black Rock Mountain.

Even if they use bare hands and no weapons, once they fight, it will be a very terrifying scene.

Even though Grand Knight Turalyon and Warlord Rocks repeatedly asked their subordinates not to fight privately, they couldn't resist the veterans of the two sides who almost met each other and started fighting under the old enmity.

As a result, in just two days, the Black Crow battle group had nearly 20 more "recruits".

The High Lord of Ravencrest is probably the only one who benefits from these conflicts. Whether it is a human veteran or an orc veteran, as long as he is killed, he will take it all.

These combat-experienced bastards are very determined to fight, so they only need to infuse a little death aura to become extremely qualified elite death knights.

This caused the elf death knights standing guard in Hellfire Citadel to basically turn a blind eye when the Iron Horse Brotherhood and Kor'Kron fought privately.

There are even some cunning Sa Rhine elves secretly fighting, so that they can fight harder, so as to add "fresh blood" to the battle group.

This is why the three parties decided to set off for Shadowmoon Valley immediately after two days of rest.

It can't be delayed any longer!

If humans and orcs stay in Hellfire Citadel, large-scale fighting will break out between them before the demons come to kill them.

In the middle of this long march, among a group of elf death knights riding ghostly night sabers, there were several very conspicuous black carriages, all of which were pulled forward by violent hell horses.

Sitting in these carriages were spellcasters from various forces, from front to back were the Quel'dorei elves, Dalaran mages, and druids from the Cenarion Expedition.

The last car is quite special, it has the emblem of the undead pirate on it.

"Really, what's the hurry, I'm still waiting to see the fun."

Bu Laike, a stinky pirate sitting in the carriage, bit an apple and complained to Maiev who was opposite him:

"I've already heard that the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse is colluding in private, planning to set fire to the camp of the orcs tonight, and burn all the greenskins to death.

And there are some radicals on Kor'Kron's side who have the same idea.

Just tonight, there will definitely be an amazing battle, and I'm secretly playing the game to predict who will win.

As a result, these bastards ordered the march before the conflict broke out. Huh, my expectations were in vain. Look, Lord Ravencrest was also very disappointed.

As far as I know, the death knights have secretly prepared several sewing rooms, and they must have heard the news, and are gearing up to recruit a new batch of recruits.

The results are all over now.

There is no fun to watch, and the fun people are very angry! "

"Captain, your idea is wrong!"

Lorewalker Zhou Zhuo, who stayed up late last night to sort out his thesis, immediately rubbed his eyes and corrected after hearing Bu Laike's words that he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic:

"Everyone is here for the great cause of fighting against demons. In this world full of crises, we should cooperate sincerely. If everyone only remembers personal grievances, then there is no need to fight this battle."

"Well said, you great peace-minded dog."

The pirate gave Zhou Zhuo a thumbs up, and said in a long voice:

"Then you go and tell them these truths, and see if those red-eyed humans and orcs will listen? It's not like you don't know the grievances between the two races. It's been less than two years since the orc war ended.

Hatred and everything are still hot. "

"They will unite."

Maiev, who was piled on the sofa on the other side of the carriage, shook her head and said:

"When they entered Dellano, they were catching up with the shrinking power of the demons, and they hadn't realized what kind of opponent they were going to face.

In Shadowmoon Valley, where demons are everywhere, their failure to cooperate will only lead to death, and the hatred that is being preached now is meaningless in that situation.

It's not even a question of whether they want to or not. "

"I hope so."

Bu Laike snorted and said something lazily.

He looked out of the car window and could see Alsace riding a horse back and forth between the two armies to deliver news. This little prince who admired Marshal Lothar very much had just been appointed as the battle captain of the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse.

He's getting excited right now.

On the top of the army formation, there are Draenei spirit dragon knights cooperating with druids who turned into storm crows to scout around. Magic camp.

Moreover, the Shadowmoon orcs commanded by Ner'zhul are currently entrenched in the mountainous area bordering Shadowmoon Valley and the Peaks of Arak, which is the territory of the fallen arakkoa.

Demons are hateful, but those fallen arakkoans who use dark sorcery are also not good things.

"Captain, don't mind if I ask you a private matter."

Zhou Zhuo suddenly whispered something.

Bu Laike, who was closing his eyes after eating the apple, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Ask if you have anything, you are not an outsider, but I won't answer what you shouldn't know."

"I'm just asking casually."

The panda man chuckled and said in a low voice:

"What's the relationship between you and that black raven archdruid? Yesterday when I was watching the landscape painting on the high platform of Hellfire Citadel, I accidentally saw her wandering in front of your room for a long time, but she didn't knock on the door in the end. Instead, he left feeling depressed."

"Ok?"

Hearing this question, Bu Laike and Maiev snorted at the same time, they looked at Zhou Zhuo with strange eyes, and asked almost in unison:

"When did you see her?"

"Uh, it seems to be noon? Just after eating."

The panda man said in surprise:

"Is there any problem with this time?"

The stinky pirate and the warden lady looked at each other, and they both saw the embarrassment in each other's eyes. Wasn't it the time for the two of them to "love each other and help each other" when they had just eaten at noon yesterday?

Damn it!

She didn't even notice that there was anyone outside the door. It seems that Miss Hisalie Black Crow's aura concealment skills improved very quickly after she became the Archdruid.

"I have nothing to do with her, at least not as you think."

The smelly pirate replied sullenly:

"It was a distorted relationship. She approached me with a purpose, and I also made some mistakes because of the dark thinking guidance, but fortunately, I corrected it in time and did not cause any trouble.

Now she and I are um, very familiar old friends? "

"But the more you say that, the more curious I am."

Zhou Zhuo squeezed his eyes, bumped Bu Laike with his shoulder, and said:

"Everyone knows that you are a Merry Pirate. In fact, there is no need to hide it like this. I won't talk about it everywhere."

"You bastard."

Blue veins popped up on the pirate's forehead, and he clenched his fist to teach the gossiping Pandaren lorewalker a lesson, but Maiev who was opposite suddenly said in a calm tone:

"What he said is true, there is innocence between him and the little girl Black Crow, he once tried to tame the excellent Druid, Hisaly Black Crow, as a pet, and he did it.

But he gave it up voluntarily. "

"!!!"

Zhou Zhuo stared round his black and white eyeballs, and exclaimed:

"Is it so exciting? This is much darker than I imagined, I thought"

"What do you think?"

Bu Laike said to Zhou Zhuo in a tone of "say one more word and you will die":

"I warn you, don't record this on your scroll!

Otherwise, I will throw the papers you have worked so hard to sort out one by one in the corners of the entire Dellano, and it will take you at least five years to find them all again! "

Faced with this vicious threat, the pandaren lorewalker fell silent for a moment.

This cowardly gesture made the little murloc sitting on the ground croak, laughing at this fat panda for being so gutless!

Counseling one.

As a result, Bu Laike's eyes flicked over, and the gloomy gaze made the little murloc silent for an instant, and he turned his head and covered his ears, indicating that he didn't hear anything.

In such a terrible atmosphere, at midnight that day, the forward of the marching team finally entered the mountainous area currently controlled by the Shadowmoon clan. The old orc Ner'zhul personally led his clansmen to greet the arrival of the reinforcements at the border.

The reconvened orcs cheered when they saw the mighty Kor'kron guards appear, but Ner'zhul was more concerned about the large number of centaurs and wild boars.

This satisfied the cloudy eyes of the old orc with the weird white ghost mask smeared on his face.

So many alien cannon fodder.

That's great, enough for him to launch a menacing raid to complete his "big plan" that has been brewing for more than a year.

"I heard from the Djinn that you transformed yourself into a half-elemental being."

Amidst the jubilation, Bu Laike quietly appeared in the shadow behind the old orc Ner'zhul. He looked at the old shaman who looked no different from the past, and said in a low tone:

"I also know that you want to release Dellano's sealed elemental spirit, but the path you choose is slightly different from the future I predicted.

So, Ner'zhul, what are you going to do? "

"I'm ready to sacrifice."

The stooped old orc didn't hide his plan, he said hoarsely:

"A terrible sacrifice, to make up for the mistakes I made in the first half of my life, not only to release Dellano's elemental spirits, but also to bring them into an era of greater strength than ever before.

It was I who destroyed this world with my own hands, and I will also be the one who will save it with my own hands.

As you have prophesied for me, Prophet.

Sooner or later, I have to make a painful choice, and I can't wait. "

(end of this chapter)