Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 256 75. Bu Laike's Sugar Shop Opens

An hour later, several Overseers were reinvited into the room by the chief's guards.

These warlords were ready to be scolded by Chief Red, but unexpectedly, after they re-entered the room, the always irascible chief seemed very quiet.

He was sitting on the great chief's throne left by Orgrim, with his hands crossed and his chin propped up.

He looked at the few warlords in front of him with a calm gaze, which caused the warlords to look at each other, feeling that the chief in front of him seemed to have changed suddenly.

It's like imitating Orgrim, but the imitation is pretty bad.

"The Dark Iron dwarves want to take the opportunity to bully us, but we orcs will never give in! We will not serve anyone."

Reid brewed his feelings, and said in a deep voice:

"The defense of the lower level of Blackrock Spire is too chaotic now. Veteran Jed, I appoint you as the Warlord of the lower level of Blackrock Spire, and transfer all the veterans of our Blackrock Clan to the upper level.

Put those blood ring orcs and bonechewers who are dissatisfied with my rule to the lower level.

In addition, I need a messenger. As my liaison officer with the Dark Iron Emperor Thaurissan, I need the most loyal, brave, and wise person to take up this position.

Any of you would like to give it a try?

If the Lord can come back alive, I will appoint him as my War Overseer. "

Facing the chief's order, several warlords looked at me and I looked at you, and finally the oldest warlord stood up and said to Red:

"Great chief, you know us! It's no problem for us to kill people, but we can't do the work of envoys. However, I have a choice.

Previously, a group of defeated remnants of the Burning Blade clan fled back, led by a warlock named Neilu Burning Blade.

Very cunning, but eloquent.

He might be up to the job, but he wouldn't necessarily be willing to take the risk. "

"hehe"

Red sneered twice and said:

"I am Warchief Red Blackhand! I want to restore the glory of the orthodox tribe! I am different from Orgrim, a loser who can only start wars. I am a reasonable person.

Go tell that Burning Blade.

I want him to be my emissary, and I will help him rebuild the Burning Blade clan.

If he doesn't want to, throw him into the magma of Black Rock Mountain!

There are only warriors and wise men in my orthodox tribe!

No need for cowards and fools! "

"Yes, Warchief."

The old warlord's eyes lit up.

Well, this taste is right.

That's what Red would say.

The very organized look just now may be due to Red's sudden bewitching.

"Also, our orthodox tribe is very weak now, we can no longer uphold the previous arrogance, arrogance has made us suffer enough."

Reid maintained the signature action of a certain commander, and said in a deep voice again:

"Starting today, the orthodox tribe will open its arms to all suffering compatriots oppressed by the alliance. After the alliance's suppression of us slows down, they will immediately send people to burn around the plain.

Bring the Burningthorn clan, the nearby troll that once fought with us, into Blackrock Spire and give them their territory. I will admit as the war chief that those displaced guys will also be a member of the orthodox tribe.

And, my brothers!

This demon blood disease has proved that duplicitous demons and cowardly and cunning warlocks are unreliable! It is time for us to reclaim our past beliefs and heritage.

We must regain the power of our ancestors, the power that can maintain the orthodox tribe, and the real power that belongs to us orcs! "

The Great Chief Blackhand stopped posing. He stood up, recalled Orgrim's posture when he spoke, and imitated his own captain, with his hands behind his back, trying to straighten his waist.

He said to the Overseers:

"When I was a child, my brother and I would hunt the lands of Gorgrond, led by my father. Back then I had seen our shamans summon the power of the land.

How sacred and intimidating is that power, which can be used to attack or heal.

But the evil and obscene Gul'dan, with his disgusting warlock magic, destroyed the true inheritance of our orcs, made us lose the purity and nobility of our souls, and let us fall into the abyss of war.

To get rid of weakness, we must first start with a pure soul.

Go and ask, ask among our clansmen, every clansman, gather the clansmen who were once noble shamans.

I want them to rebuild the inheritance for our orthodox tribe!

Gul'dan the gibberish is dead, folks.

He was killed by my own hand, and it was I who ended the orc's nightmare and source of disaster.

Before Gul'dan died, he confessed to me, and begged me to spare his life, crying bitterly, but I refused him coldly, so he revealed a secret to me in order to beg for a living."

Reid lowered his voice and said to the warlords:

"The dog told me that our hometown can still be saved! Our world, the Dellano world that raised us, still has the last power of the elemental spirits.

As long as the elemental spirits are still there, our world can be healed!

Go to TM's Azeroth!

We orcs don't care about this ghostly place, we want to go back to our hometown, we destroyed it with our own hands, but now, we want to save it with our own hands! "

Reid said something so emotional that he was almost moved with passion and tears filled his eyes. But when he turned around, he saw the blank eyes of his subordinates.

The great chief suddenly felt that he had been brewing for a long time, and he fed the dog just now.

"What a bunch of incompetent subordinates! Sooner or later, you will all be sent as cannon fodder!"

The great chief cursed in his heart.

He could finally feel Captain Bo Laike's usual mood.

But anyway, everything that should be ordered has been ordered.

"Go and carry out my orders."

Red waved his hands tiredly, and let a group of warlords carry out the order. He himself returned to the throne of the Great Chief in Orgrim, feeling that it is really difficult to lie to others.

He looked at the saber on his left, and a stack of battle reports on his right.

It seems to represent two roads placed in front of Red Blackhand.

One is the way of a warrior who doesn't care, cut off all the people who cause problems, and there will be no problems.

And the other one is the chieftain's road.

He had to carefully adjust the relationship, appease the minds of the tribe, and lead the tribe forward in the darkness. If he was not careful, he would fall to pieces.

At this moment, Red thought of Orgrim and his father Black Hand.

Both of them are Warchiefs.

But the path chosen is quite different.

"Ugh"

Red hesitated for a few minutes, and finally stretched out his hand, grabbed the battle report in front of him, spread it out on the table, and carefully read the several suggestions left by the captain on it.

It's not like something he would do.

But everyone grows.

He respected his father, and wanted to be a warrior like his father, that was his ideal, but now, he wanted to be a warchief like Orgrim Doomhammer.

He wants to prove that members of the Mafia family will not only become mindless tyrants.

So

Farewell, Warrior Red.

Hello, Blackhand Warchief.

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"It's tiring to lie to people, especially to teach a guy like Red to lie. Maybe it's better to exchange his brother back. At least Maim can understand what I want to say."

In the dark passageway at the lower level of the Blackstone Tower, Bu Laike, who had changed into the leather armor of the Alliance Assassin, quietly leaned against the corner of the wall, avoiding groups of screaming orc remnants.

Go quietly to the place where the orcs keep the prisoners.

Beside him, the ghost wolf Frostclaw is following the pirate in a spirit-walking posture.

This beast learned quickly, and within a day of becoming a spirit beast, it began to try to master new powers.

It crept forward in the shadows, taking every step lightly.

It looks exactly like Bo Laike when he first learned to sneak.

And the group of orcs around them, who were tortured by the blood disease and their wills were destroyed by the defeat, were no longer vigilant as before, and there was no way to find this person and beast.

In the end, Bo Laike simply took out the orb of deceit and disguised himself as an orc warlock,

Big, green ones.

He also took out a bone staff that he didn't know where he came from, bent over, and walked in the dark alley of Blackrock Tower, checking the current situation of his Warlock profession while walking.

The level is already stuck at 99% of the experience bar at level 30. Needless to say, there must be something like a shadow trial that needs to be done.

But from level 19 to level 30, two talents and one skill have been added.

The talents at level 20 and 30 are "Demon Circle" and "Soul Stone Ritual", and the skill at level 25 is "Seed of Corruption".

Both are very useful abilities.

"First set this as the starting point, and then set the other end of the alley as the end point. Well, it's a bit complicated."

Bu Laike rubbed his hands in the dark alley of the Blackstone Tower, trying to use the demon circle for the first time. Its principle is actually not difficult. Compared with the wizard's teleportation, the warlock's short-distance teleportation is crude and simple.

The pirate threw a ball of shadow energy at his feet as a marker, and then threw another ball of shadow magic power at the end of his line of sight, about thirty meters away.

According to the newly added knowledge in his mind, he clumsily shaped a simple mana model, then injected mana into it roughly, using shadow magic to temporarily affect the space.

Soon, two green magic vortexes lit up on the two marks.

It's not beautiful, it looks like two sunglasses.

The pirate looked around and stepped into the vortex in front of him. When he approached, he seemed to be sucked into a rotating drum. While the world was spinning, he appeared from another shadow vortex thirty meters away.

"This impact is terrible. If you use it continuously for a short period of time, you will definitely be fooled by the impact."

The moment Laike landed on the ground, he felt dizzy and wanted to vomit, which was worthy of the rough and simple magic of a warlock.

Compared with the mage's teleportation technique, the side effects of this magical impact are ridiculously large, like being punched hard on the spiritual level, which makes people like pirates feel a little headache.

Before getting used to this magic, it seems that the demon circle can only be used to cross some difficult terrain under normal circumstances.

"This thing also has advanced applications. It can be made into a semi-permanent demon portal. It can be set up between different battleships, so as not to use small boats to transport people."

The pirate took out a bottle of wine and drank more than half of it into his mouth, only then was he temporarily freed from the mental shock brought by the demon circle.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Started to study the other two skills.

"Seed of Corruption" is a Warlock skill similar to Curse.

But what is so powerful about it is that the demon seed implanted in the enemy's body with shadow magic will turn the enemy into a "living bomb" after it is fully activated.

When the enemy is suffering from corrosion, all life in a large area centered on him will suffer the magical impact from the outbreak of the seed of corrosion.

It is very useful for cleaning up miscellaneous soldiers.

The most wonderful thing is that this skill is not a curse. Its mana model is completely different from that of curse magic, which means that it can be used in conjunction with curse magic.

Now the pain that the smelly pirate can inflict on the enemy will be doubled again.

"There is also this 'soul stone ceremony', which sounds like the sugar-making skill."

The pirate looked at the character card, and soon he discovered that this soul stone ceremony is somewhat sophisticated, and it is more like an upgraded version of the soul stone made of soul fragments that comes with the warlock profession.

It taught pirates to handle the vanilla soulstone differently, crafting it into temporary magic items with different effects.

It can be used to absorb the vitality of the enemy, pour it into the soul stone, and make it into a "healing stone" for restoring vitality.

You can also use fel magic to infuse the scorching sacrificial fire into the soul stone to make it into a "flame stone" that can temporarily enchant weapons.

It can also pay attention to the shadow magic power in the soul stone, making it a "spell stone", which can absorb magic damage and strengthen one's spellcasting ability.

You can also use the magician's secret method to mix the soul stone with other magic materials to make a variety of demonic items, such as the hellfire stone for summoning hellfire, and the demon statue for doomsday rituals.

Rather than saying that this is a combat skill, it is better to say that it is an auxiliary manufacturing skill.

But it is indeed closely related to the combat effectiveness of the warlock profession. It is difficult to say that a warlock who cannot make these spell-casting materials himself is a good spellcaster.

"Then let's try it, Bu Laike's handmade version of 'Fel Energy Gummy', delicious juice."

In the dark alley of Blackrock Tower, the pirate grinned maliciously. He glanced to the side and whistled to several blood ring orcs who were hiding in the corner and fishing.

Another provocative vicious gesture.

Those orcs immediately stood up angrily, wanting to come over and beat up the big and green orc warlock.

The pirate hid in a dark alley.

A few orcs rushed in howling, and soon, with a few cries of pain and fist-to-flesh collisions, a dark green light shone in the alley.

This is the ritual of making "sugar".

The process was very painful. The life force of these orcs must be extracted first, and then poured into the blank soul stone. Of course, life cannot appear out of thin air.

But for warlocks who are good at making "sugar", the life of others is the best raw material for sugar production.

(end of this chapter)