Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 201 20. Revisiting the old place

In the southeast of the Hillsbrad Hills, near the Danga Locke castle guarded by the dwarves, Bu Laike is riding on the back of the hell horse he summoned, and is leisurely heading towards the castle on the hill.

Moroes behind him rode a dead steed from the stables in Karazhan.

These poor horses also failed to escape the "Karazan Massacre" six years ago, and were transformed into decayed undead forms with only skeletons left overnight.

But in front of them, they were all fine-bred war horses domesticated by Medivh, so even after death, they maintained a rather mighty posture.

Attumen the hunter put them on his battle robes of silk and saddled them, and they were able to perform their duties as vehicles again.

As for the addition of Moros, it was a pleasant surprise.

Bu Laike originally thought that this loyal steward of the undead would go to Kalimdor to live in seclusion with the old mistress and young master, but Aegwynn seemed to have really made up his mind to take Maid'an to hide out of the world.

When she left, she didn't see Bu Laike, and naturally she didn't bring any extra people with her.

Karazhan was abandoned last night.

With nowhere to go, after spending some time thinking and saying goodbye to his newborn little master, Moros joined Laike as his personal butler.

Of course, this is also because of the noble status of Bu Laike himself.

Serving a prince and prince is not a disgrace to Moros's glorious professional experience.

As for tonight, Bu Laike will take some time to visit the old friends of the dwarves in Danga Locke Castle, and ask them about the recent situation of the hills and northern borders.

"What do you think about the war between the Alliance and the Horde?"

Bu Laike, who was on the horse, turned around and asked. Moros, who was riding the undead steed gracefully, replied decently:

"Sir, I'm just a housekeeper."

"I spend all my time managing my master's daily life and fulfilling my master's orders. I don't have the extra energy or interest to pay attention to a war that has nothing to do with me.

Unless the discussion about war can make my master feel happy. "

"Ok."

Bu Laike curled his lips and said:

"That's true.

Since six years ago, you have no connection with the rest of the world, but listen to me, Moros, my steward, the world is about to change.

After the war, there may be a period of peace, but that is just the middle of the next war, and you should pay more attention to this world.

I also need an intelligence officer who can share my concerns. "

"Okay, sir."

Moros took out a small notebook and recorded the request on it. He nodded and said:

"I'll spend some energy on that."

"So, are you interested in joining Ravenholdt Manor?"

Bu Laike also said:

"In the past six years, you have devoted yourself to repelling the bandits who tried to enter Karazhan, and under the influence of dark magic, you have become a skilled assassin.

Perhaps just a little basic training is all it takes to start a new chapter in your housekeeping career. "

"That manor, when I served Master Medivh, I heard him talk about it. It seems to be a very powerful organization. For a while, they have been trying to send people to infiltrate Karazhan."

Moros, wearing a mask, nodded and said:

"Sir, are you also a member of that organization?"

"Well, I am.

You can understand it as a 'club' of assassins, joining it can gain a lot of network resources, which is also very beneficial for you to complete your housekeeping work in the future. "

Bu Laike says:

"During this time, you can go and observe that organization before making a decision."

"Uh, I think sir, you have a little problem with your understanding of the content of 'housekeeper's work'."

Moros looked at the dagger at his waist, and said:

"When serving Master Medivh, I rarely use these two weapons. But if this is what you ask of me, then I will try to adapt."

"Don't push yourself, but I think you'll like that place."

Bu Laike laughed and said:

"The people there are fun, some guys are nice to talk to, but be careful with everyone you meet, they'll call themselves your 'friends'.

But for the most part, they are neither.

Well, what are you doing up front?

Was it attacked? Why are these dwarves so noisy? "

When Laike approached the dwarven castle, he found that the flames were burning in front of him, but when he got closer, he found that it was not the castle that was set ablaze, but the noisy dwarves were holding a celebration.

"Hey, buddy. What's going on here?"

Laike took a few steps forward and called out to the dwarven guards who were standing at the gate of the castle, drinking beer.

The next moment, he and Moros were targeted by several muskets.

"Stop! Don't move! Shoot any further!"

Although the dwarves were drunk, it was still an important military location, and there were sentries hidden in the dark.

Bo Laike raised his hands, took out something from the bag and threw it over. A dwarf musketeer picked it up and took a look, and found that it was an orc-style blade fist.

Then the dwarf knew at once who it was, and he called into the castle in his broken voice:

"Guys! Heroes of Castle Danga Locke! Champions of the Alliance! Our orc slayer is back! Who's going to get him some beer too?"

In the next moment, there was a roar of cheers like a tsunami in the carnival venue in front of the castle, and immediately the enthusiastic dwarves who had already drunk rushed out, surrounded Laike and walked into the castle.

They cheered Bo Laike's name.

In the hands of the pirates, no one knows who stuffed a large glass of wheat-scented beer.

Moros, who followed behind, was not quite used to the enthusiastic and straightforward style of the dwarves, but he still followed behind Laike, fulfilling his duties as a qualified steward.

And in front of several bright piles of bonfires lit in front, the old acquaintance Captain Darren Iron Mountain, who was already drunk, was standing on the wooden barrel and shouting loudly at Laike.

"Come here, friend.

Old Darren thought it would be a few years before he saw you again. Some time ago, the official battle reports went crazy here. Everyone said that you assassinated a legendary orc? "

"Yeah, killed a sword master chief."

Bo Laike, sitting next to Darren Ironshank, greeted Talma Stormpike, a drunken quartermaster, and took another dwarf's offer of a hunk of roasted pork ribs.

You're welcome, just grabbed it with both hands, and started to eat.

Moros frowned sharply at this eating, and he felt that it was necessary to take a moment to correct Mr. Drake's personal manners.

And the little murloc in the pirate's arms was also touched.

The little guy sneaked a piece of meat from the dwarf's plate next to him, grabbed a glass of beer, and hid behind Bo Laike, eating his mouth full of oil.

"Did you hear that, folks, the orc slayer said he killed a legend!"

The dwarf captain howled to the side, which immediately caused a group of dwarf wine lunatics to cheer and clink glasses, and the atmosphere suddenly became more enthusiastic.

"But what have you been doing all this time?"

Captain Darren drank a large glass of wine, wiped his beard comfortably, and said to Bo Laike with a drunken look:

"I thought you would continue to shine in the final battle of the Alliance Horde, but I heard that you were active in the Hinterlands, and then disappeared.

Somebody you got killed, bah! I do not believe! I know you won't die until you kill all the greenskins, so are you going on a secret mission? "

The dwarf captain is also a good gossip, and he knows how to ask in a low voice.

But the dwarf's broken voice, the lowered voice is still the thick sound effect, it can't hide it from others, and Bu Laike doesn't hide it. He gnawed a mouthful of meat and said to the dwarves beside him:

"It's not an official action, it's a private action of mine. I went out to sea and just came back a few days ago. As for what I did, this is a secret.

I can only say that it is a great thing for all those who hate green skins!

Let's not talk about this today.

Come on, keep drinking! "

He raised his fist-sized, keg-like wine glass, raised it in the firelight, and drank with this group of noisy dwarves again, and the drunkard's talent would work again.

Bu Laike felt dizzy and drunk, but he was still three-point sober and asked:

"What are you celebrating tonight?"

"We're taking Khaz Modan back!"

Dwarven Quartermaster Tarmar Stormpike burped, and she said loudly:

"At noon yesterday, the Griffin Rider with the Wildhammer sent back the battle report.

The heroic Marshal Lothar has led the Knights of the Silver Hand to break through the Dan Algaz Pass, and the Highland Knights have also entered Locke Modan.

Ironforge's steam tank force, led by King Magni, beat up the orcs of Khaz Modan. The cowardly gnomes also ran out of the ground and dispatched their flying troops to help!

Our hometown is about to be liberated, and the orcs are fleeing after being beaten, and are retreating in the direction of the Burning Plain on a large scale.

After the carnival tonight, Danga Locke Castle will also send an army to the front line to support the battle! The greenskins are still trying to form a battle line in the burning plain, but their end will only be driven back to the portal of darkness!

We are going to win! "

"So fast?"

Although he got the battle report in advance and still had the final direction of the second Orc War in his mind, Bu Laike was still surprised by the speed of the alliance's counterattack.

In less than two months, the Alliance has gone from being cornered by the Horde to a major counterattack. According to Talma, the Alliance vanguard has rushed into Khaz Modan, planning to attack the Burning Plains.

The war is coming to its final stage.

"Did Orgrim not resist? Isn't there still Grim Batol occupied by the Dragonmaw clan in the wetland, and the red dragon controlled by the orcs hasn't appeared?"

Bu Laike took a sip of his wine and asked another question.

The one who answered him this time was Darren Iron Mountain, who was drowsy from drinking. This dwarf captain with a beautiful beard shouted proudly:

"Of course the evil red dragon appeared!

They held off the Arathi Legion at the edge of the wetlands, over the Saldor Bridge, and those useless greenskins were counting on their dragons to frighten us again, but our wildhammer brothers, our sons of the sky, joined the fray!

The dwarven sky hero Kurdran Wildhammer took to the sky with five hundred gryphon riders, and with their thundering hammers, they smashed the red dragons of the orcs back into their evil castle!

It was a great victory like a mythical epic!

The long-eared ranger legion of the high elves also mobilized in a big way, cooperating with those arrogant but powerful Phoenix mages, and beat the Blood Ring clan all the way.

Oh, by the way, and your Kul Tiran fleet also fought several victories on Tidefall Island. The brave and fearless Admiral Dai Lin is like the most ruthless hurricane on the sea, with vengeful anger, Destroy all orc wrecks!

Send all the 20,000 orcs who fled with Orgrim into the hell of the sea! "

The dwarf became more and more excited as he spoke. He stood on the barrel, waved the wine glass in his hand, and shouted:

"This cup is toast to the Wildhammer! To the son of the sky and the admiral of the alliance!"

"Respect the barbarian hammer!"

"Admiral!"

The drunkards of the dwarves responded immediately.

They never pass up a chance to drink.

Relying on this kind of conversation, it only took less than twenty minutes for Laike to get all the information he needed right now from the unabashed dwarf.

The orcs are routing.

This is very abnormal.

Although Orgrim Doomhammer originally planned to retreat, the scheming warchief would certainly not create such a rout.

So, there must be something wrong with the tribe.

"Magic blood disease?"

The pirate narrowed his eyes, thinking of the answer to this question.

The defeat of the Horde under the city of Lordaeron made the Burning Legion completely abandon them. The evil energy surging in the orc blood vessels is disappearing, and a mental plague of exhaustion and powerlessness is spreading among the orc clan.

From Orgrim's point of view, this is really worse.

"Hih, Mr. Bo Laike, I still have a package from you, which was delivered a month ago, from Durnholde Castle."

After another round of drinking, the beautiful blond-haired female dwarf quartermaster Tarma Stormpike suddenly remembered something. She rubbed her head and stood up, holding a wine glass in her hand.

Hiccupping, he said to the pirate:

"From a human sergeant, I want to give you the name and surname, what is the reward?"

(end of this chapter)