Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1309 59. Since it must be saved, why not add some special effects?

Maraad left angrily.

But his last speech made Ner'zhul see hope. The old orc had secretly met with Velen in Shattrath City before, and he knew that the prophet Velen was very willing to join hands with him to save the world.

However, although the Prophet is the spiritual leader of the Draenei, the government of the Draenei is controlled by the bishop's council, and such a major event must be approved by the archbishops.

And Maraad, the military commander, has promised to convey the request, which means that Ner'zhul has already dealt with the most difficult Hawk faction.

The advancement of this matter is a certainty.

This made the old orc breathe a sigh of relief.

He looked at Garona, who was very disappointed at this time, with a grateful look. Although he didn't hear what the orc female assassin and Maraad said just now, he was sure that Maraad's softening attitude must have something to do with Garona.

"Oh, seeing the former leader of the orcs so humble in order to save the world, even a cold-blooded pirate like me will be touched."

Bu Laike, who has been watching but did not speak, stretched his waist, and he shouted to the human paladins and mages in the crowd:

"Hey, let me tell you, Draenei and Orcs can make such a decision, what are you guys still hesitating about?

Is that what the Holy Light taught you?

Is this how Marshal Lothar guided you?

Your performance really makes me feel ashamed of myself and human beings,"

"Shut up, pirate!"

Archmage Vargos, wearing a purple wizard pointed hat, turned his head and scolded:

"We are discussing a major issue of world survival, and you should not express an opinion at this time."

"I think you deserve a beating."

Bo Laike replied coldly.

He glanced at the silent guys in the crowd around him, and he knew what these guys were hesitating about.

Although Ner'zhul made his plan very clear, the old orc ignored a very crucial issue.

It's not that human beings are unwilling to help. Their ability to come to Dellano proves that they have the idea to save the world. Their only question is the success rate of this matter.

This kind of thinking also appeared in the Quel'dorei elves and the Crows.

After all, the old orc's plans were risky.

Although he didn't say it clearly, a large-scale unblocking ceremony of elements in Shadowmoon Valley, which is full of demons, means that everyone will have to compete with the demons face to face.

The frontal battlefield is not the same as the previous assassination.

This is of a completely different nature.

What's more, I don't know whether Ner'zhul is frank or stupid. The old orc only said that Kil'jaeden's eyes had fallen on the Dellano world.

This is equivalent to a bright card saying that the opponent of the Azeroth Expeditionary Force this time is the Fraudster himself.

Tsk tsk, when the Defiler showed up in Dalaran less than three minutes ago, he turned the entire Dalaran upside down. Now, if you want to face a big demon of the same level as the Defiler, Dellano already has the advantage world.

No wonder these commanders are so hesitant.

"So, it should be up to me to say this from the beginning."

Bu Laike walked to the bonfire, stretched out his hand and pulled the old orc up from the ground. He said to Ner'zhul:

"Persuading others to help is not the case. You should explain the interests concisely and concisely from the beginning. These guys can make it to this point, each of them is a genius.

Emotional persuasion alone will not work.

Come.

Watch me next! "

The stinky pirate gave Ner'zhul a "reassuring" look. He coughed a few times and said to everyone in front of him:

"Come, come, come and see, I'll make an announcement!"

Everyone's eyes fell on the stinky pirate as a matter of course, and Maiev who was sitting outside the crowd also looked up, showing interest under the hood.

She really wanted to see what kind of magical words this man, who had recently maintained frequent improper "mutual aid" relationships with her, could say.

"I know what you guys are worried about, so I will give you a guarantee and give you an undeniable condition."

Bu Laike snorted, and took out a familiar thing from his hand.

Elemental emblem of the Djinn.

This thing has been popular in almost the whole of Azeroth in the past half a year. From the elven villages on the Black Seashore to the downtown area of ​​Stratholme, people everywhere are holding this thing and parading through the city.

And the "omnipotent lamp god" has also become a "shortcut" for many people to realize their dreams in life.

It also includes many gambling dogs.

There are indeed many people who got rich overnight through transactions with the lamp god. The most legendary is a poor boy in the kingdom of Stormgard. Relying on three transactions with the lamp god, he not only married the earl's daughter, inherited the earl's family property, and Served as the mayor of one side of the kingdom.

It can be said that he has reached the pinnacle of his life.

The story of that lucky boy has inspired many to seek out the Djinn to make a deal.

But the truth that the propaganda everywhere will not tell these greedy guys is that the transaction of the lamp god is extremely risky.

In the past six months, according to Dalaran's statistics, at least 2,000 people in the eastern continent lost their lives because of various stupid wishes.

Therefore, although among the folks, Al Abbas, the god of lamps, is praised as a generous god, but in the orthodox casters and high-level circles, the god of lamps is undoubtedly regarded as something like an "evil god".

As far as Laike knew, in Dalaran and Quel'Thalas, the officials had banned the circulation of the Djinn emblem, but there were many private transactions.

After all, people's desire to have everything overnight cannot be suppressed.

"What are you doing with this thing?"

Archmage Ansrem hates this kind of thing that relies on mysticism. He said:

"Although the lamp god is an elemental demigod, powerful enough to rival demons, but it is bound to the elemental power of Azeroth. It is not a good idea to summon it in Dellano."

"Tch, the wisdom of a foolish mage!"

Bu Laike sneered:

"Do you think that's all I've got? Relying on a weak demigod to fight against demons? Don't you underestimate me? Shut up and listen."

After speaking, the pirate rubbed the emblem and quickly summoned the lamp god.

But this time, Al Abbas did not come empty-handed. The moment he appeared, he held an elemental holy blade with a strange shape like a large tuning fork in his paws.

When this thing appeared, the spellcasters present all let out a cry of surprise.

Especially Kael'thas and Thisalie Crow, who are both living in the fire of Savras, can easily perceive the elemental power from the same source as the original fire from the holy elemental blade.

That is the primordial power of Azeroth!

The restless wind.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Bu Laike made an exaggerated debut sound, and stretched out his hands to introduce the elemental holy blade in the hands of the lamp god. He said:

"This sacred blade will give birth to an elemental monarch who can replace Al'Akir the Wind Rider. I intended to awaken His Royal Highness Sondran somewhere in Azeroth.

But then I found out that instead of exposing myself at the risk of being retaliated by the neurotic Al'Akir, it is better to let His Royal Highness Sunderland be reborn in a location that the sky wall cannot perceive.

Therefore, I chose Dellano's Elemental Salvation Battle as the place of resurrection for His Royal Highness Sunderland the Windchaser!

Therefore, there are not one demigods who will support the orcs to save the world's elements, but two! At the same time, because His Royal Highness Sunderland was originally born in the original wind of Azeroth, its power will not attenuate due to the boundaries of the world.

It is the vanguard general in this elemental war!

What you have to do is to clean up the battlefield for His Royal Highness Sunderland, and don't let the demons interfere with its battle with Dellano's elemental echo.

As long as you work hard and wait for His Royal Highness Sunderland to return to its loyal sky wall and replace the mad Al'Akir as the Wind God, everyone present will be "Servants of the Dragon"! "

The smelly pirate said eloquently:

"His Royal Highness Sunderland is famously generous.

At that time, you will get the goodwill of the new dynasty of Sky Wall, what do you want? The most important thing is that you have helped His Highness Sunderland. When the demons invade Azeroth in the future, His Highness Sunderland will definitely help you!

Isn't such mutual help what our sad world needs most?

Hey, do you understand now?

To help the orcs is to help yourselves.

I've already mentioned this point, if you still can't make up your mind, then I really can't help it. "

Everyone was moved suddenly.

But Prince Kael'thas said:

"What about the Trickster? That's no ordinary demon demigod. Once it really comes to Dellano, its power alone is enough to dominate the battlefield."

"Do not worry."

Bu Laike waved his hands indifferently and said:

"Even if the fraudsters come, they won't bother you. The sky is falling and there's a tall man standing on top of it. What are you afraid of?"

"There are said to be some irreconcilable conflicts between the Deceiver and Prophet Velen."

Seeing that other people can't understand the meaning of Laike, Prince Alsace, who is "Della Nuo Baixiaosheng", will explain to others in a low voice:

"This is the news I heard in Shattrath City. Many Draenei believe that the Deceiver is chasing them crazily, not only because of the Legion's order, but also because the Deceiver hates his former brother for betraying him.

So the fraudster comes to Dellano, and he will go to the Prophet Velen first, and the great demon will not be distracted until the Prophet falls. "

"Well, is that so?"

Archmage Anslem Ruinwewer rubbed his chin and nodded.

He and his companion looked at each other, and the risks they were worried about were eliminated by the pirates one by one, which made the success rate of this matter seem to be rising steadily.

Lord Ravencrest had a thoughtful gleam in his cold eyes.

What he will consider is another matter.

Previously Boo Laike communicated with Illidan Stormrage, Illidan needed Boo Laike to find a portal directly to Argus or a Daemon Ship.

The death knight lord looked suspiciously at the excited cloth Laike in front of him. He suspected that all of this seemed to be manipulated by the pirates.

Even Ner'zhul next to the pirates.

The old orc's desperation to save the world, and his belief in his venture's worth, probably had something to do with Laike too.

But according to his understanding, the last time Ner'zhul entered Azeroth was during the Dalaran War, and that was almost a year ago.

So, did Laike predict everything a year ago and make all the preparations in advance?

All of this is in his plan, and it is progressing steadily according to his design.

How powerful is this damned prophet?

"We join!"

The great lord didn't hesitate for long, and leaned on his cold magic blade Apocalypse and said:

"The Black Crows will do their best to assist the Shadowmoon clan and the orcs to release the world's elements, but we have a request that may offend everyone present, but I still want to say it.

All soldiers who died in this battle, regardless of their race or status, must join the Black Crows after the battle! "

"we agree."

Ner'zhul could no longer care about these red tapes.

Anyway, the Shadowmoon clan also has a tradition of controlling the dead, so it is not unacceptable to let the dead fight for the world in another way.

What time is this now?

My life is almost gone, how can I care so much?

"We can accept that too."

Prince Kael'thas stroked the World Ring in his hand, and he whispered:

"But the Black Crows can't take the initiative to promote this process. What I mean is that they will only push you to the other side of the living."

"The descendants of Dath'Remar are truly breathtaking."

Lord Ravencrest snorted and said sarcastically:

"Your ancestor didn't dare to speak like that in front of me back then, but he would be proud of you, young man, he doesn't have such dark thoughts as you."

"That's because he never encountered such a dark you back then, High Lord."

Kael'thas hid the needle in his mouth, and replied in a respectful tone.

"Warriors protected by the Holy Light will not fall into corruption. Your evil aura is meaningless to paladins."

The great knight Turalyon announced the majesty of the Holy Light with a straight face. He did not believe that a paladin can be resurrected as an undead after a battle. He turned his head to look at the old orc Ner'zhul and said in a deep voice:

"We will also join this war, not because we like orcs so much, but because the will of the Holy Light makes us unwilling to give up this hopeful world.

We claim that we stand for justice, and we will prove it with practical actions!

If the new age you proclaim really comes, then Orcs, I would like to see you follow through on your promises to share this world with every life that is entitled to it.

This may be the second chance that the benevolent Light will give you.

This is all for the will of the Holy Light! "

"Thank you, thank you all."

The old orc Ner'zhul saw that everyone in front of him had stood up to support his adventure, which made the orc, who was full of pain and self-blame for the rest of his life, burst into tears at this moment.

No one could guess his complicated mood at this time.

But what is certain is that, at least for a moment, he held the fleeting hope that Braike had predicted.

"Then, after all the soldiers have arrived, we will begin to implement our plan!"

The old orc wiped his eyes, pointed to the Karabor Temple in the distance, and said to everyone:

"The evil place that seals the spirits of Dellanor is in the valley between that temple and this mountain range. It is a land completely polluted by evil energy. It is called the 'Hand of Gul'dan'.

We will fight there to the end! "

"wait."

Bu Laike put his hand on Ner'zhul's wrist, and said:

"What about the arakkoa in the Peak Forest of Arak? Aren't you going to take them? You even want the ogres in Gorgrond. These arakkoa are also good cannon fodder."

"It's not that I haven't tried."

Ner'zhul said helplessly:

"The fallen arakkoa have their god, that cunning guy. It doesn't want to believe me. In fact, it doesn't want to believe anyone. No one can persuade it, because it doesn't listen at all."

"Is old Ansu so autistic during this period?"

Bu Laike said in surprise:

"Well, anyway, it will take a few days to wait for the follow-up wild boar mercenaries to come, so I will go to the Peak Forest of Arak in person, Hisalie Black Crow!"

"Ok?"

Miss Druid, who was suddenly named, suddenly looked up and saw Bu Laike ticking her finger, saying:

"You come with me."

"Ok???"

(end of this chapter)