Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 548 101. Well said, but first, please call me Great Chief!

"Come on, let me introduce to you. This is the new instructor of Nazaras College's Demonology and Demon Power Defense Course, and her name is Elisanna Ravencrest.

He is a very elite demon hunter and a veteran of the Illidari Legion.

Her mastery of demon lore and demon tactics will effectively strengthen the development of the warlock school. "

Later that day, at the end of the first day of the Great Magic Debate, in front of the entire Narthalas College emissary, Bo Laike appeared with the emaciated demon hunter.

He introduced newcomers to the mentors in front of him:

"Under the guidance of the dean, I have had an in-depth and friendly conversation with the tutor Ravencrest, and she is willing to take over the position of the tutor Marius the catastrophe who will complete the teaching work in a few months.

However, since she and Suramar's great magister Elisande still have some "work handover" matters that have not been completed, she will not be able to go to the academy to perform her duties in a few months.

Just at that time, this year's freshmen will also complete their enrollment, and the teaching plan that has been formulated will not be delayed. However, this news needs to be kept secret. I hope to give the new students of the Warlock School a 'surprise'. "

"clap clap"

A group of ghost mentors welcomed the arrival of the new companions with warm applause. As a representative of the mentors, Deliana also personally presented the college's mentor robes, letters of appointment and identity badges.

The demon hunter, who was not good at talking, expressed his thanks very stiffly.

"As a 'practice', she will join the subject I mentioned to you about the 'death knight' that will start after she returns."

Bu Laike whispered to Dean Lanyue:

"The 'experimental product' and 'test site' have also been arranged, and we can officially start this research topic only after your transformation ceremony, mentor, is completed.

Old Meili said that he was not interested, but looking at the fire of soul beating in his eyes, he knew that the old guy was actually very interested in it. So I suggest to the tutor that you might as well talk to him again.

Invite him to join our project research as an 'honorary tutor'. "

"Ok."

Dean Lanyue nodded.

Today's debate made her a little tired. The mages in Dalaran still have two brushes. Some of the weird questions they asked made the dean almost overturn the gutter.

Fortunately, her knowledge reserve is strong enough, and she finally managed to keep the name of Nazaras College.

"This research topic is indeed very creative, but the research materials we have now are only the psychic classics of the Shadowmoon orcs, which are still incomplete.

This is equivalent to studying the 'death knight' system from scratch.

I heard from Meri that during the orc war, Commander Gul'dan's Shadow Council had some 'death knight' individuals. If 'samples' can be found, perhaps the research will go more smoothly. "

Dean Lanyue rubbed the forehead of the spirit body, and said to Bu Laike:

"Although most of the death knights fled back to the world of Dellano, it is said that there are some body specimens of the death knights who died in battle in the human kingdom.

Can you figure out how to get some? "

"Yes, but it doesn't make sense."

Bu Laike shook his head and explained to the dean:

"The death knight under Gul'dan was just a failed design. It didn't break away from the scope of the Shadowmoon clan's necromancy, they just brutally combined the soul of the warlock with the corpse of the dead knight.

They are still using shadow magic, not pure death aura.

Those samples have no reference value for us, so we might as well study from scratch.

Maldraxxus in the Shadow Realm has a complete method of using the aura of death. When you complete the transformation ceremony of the orthodox lich, the dean, you will also learn part of it in the life-death connection.

With the knowledge exchange between you and old Meili as a reserve, plus my wisdom to help, researching the power system of the death knight will not be very difficult.

It's just a matter of spending more time. Huh? "

When Bu Laike was talking to Dean Lanyue, he found that his steward Moros appeared in the hall of the mage tower, and the latter made a gesture to him, which meant that there was a new message.

The pirate said something to the abbot, went up to Moros, and took a letter from the latter.

"It was sent from Black Rock Mountain. Old Gani said that there are 'guests' over there."

Moros said something in a low voice.

"Hey, the efficiency of the Black Dragon Prince is not bad."

Laike smiled and opened the letter in his hand. The ugly handwriting was obviously written by Reid, but the ugly handwriting mocking the orcs was not the point.

The pirate glanced at the letter, and his expression immediately became serious.

In the letter, Reid told him a rather "terrible" news.

"Dean!"

Bu Laike yelled in a low voice, and Dean Lanyue, who was about to go to rest, turned around in doubt, and saw his student waving the letter in his hand, and said to her in a strange tone:

"The 'Death Knight Sample' you asked for has been delivered to your door. They will arrive near Dalaran in a few days, and they can start preparing for arrest now.

This time, Great Chief Red really gave us a big embarrassment! "

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Time went back to a day ago, in the Blackstone Mountain in the Burning Plain, Chief Red, who had just finished his dinner, was conducting a daily "inspection" in his loyal Blackstone Tower.

He is very arrogant now.

The armor on his body is all made by black iron dwarves.

The guards around him each have a suit, not to mention how handsome they are when they walk around in it.

After a rough few months, Blackrock Spire's "Orthodox Horde" is on the right track.

Especially after a difficult "peace agreement" was reached with the stubborn Dark Iron Dwarves, Red and his orcs were finally able to purchase the supplies they needed from Darkforge City.

Although those bastard Dark Iron dwarves were driving up the price, Warchief Rend didn't really care.

He has his own "making money" channel.

His younger brother, Maim, is developing a successful pirate business on the sea. Every time Maim's ships are plundered, part of the harvest will be transferred through the goblin bank and deposited into Reid's personal account.

Although not much, it was enough for Red to complete his daily transactions with the Dark Iron Dwarves.

So basically Chief Red is eating his younger brother's "soft food" now, but between brothers, it is a major event to revive the family's prestige, Maim didn't say anything, and others are even less qualified to comment.

And the captain is also very loyal.

Every once in a while, old Garni would be asked to send some gold coins or something, and the orcs under Reid's command would occasionally go out to do looting in the Burning Plains or Scorching Canyon.

The most amazing thing is that Red will send a group of elite fighters to fight in the black iron arena in Darkforge City every week, in order to earn generous rewards.

The most capable gladiator under his command, "Practitioner" Gorosh, has dominated the Black Iron Arena for two consecutive months.

It can bring rich returns to the orthodox tribe every month, and then exchange it for the food and supplies that the orcs need.

With such "efforts" from many parties, although the orthodox tribe of Blackrock Spire is still suffering, at least they will no longer starve to death.

With Red's commanding ability, being able to do this is enough to make the orcs in Blackstone Tower "grateful".

After all, they are a group of losers.

Without Red's command and protection, their end would only be hacked to death by humans, or captured by the evil black iron dwarves as slaves, and worked to death in the mines.

Red also planted a lot of eyeliners, constantly promoting his "benevolence" in his orthodox tribe, and knowingly wooing the group of very capable and stupid ogres as his "thugs".

So basically, Chief Red's rule over Blackrock Spire has stabilized, and it is time to enter the stage of "recuperation" as planned.

All this satisfied the great chief who was inspecting in Blackrock Spire.

No matter what others said, he felt that he, the great chief, had done a very good job. This could be seen from the fact that fewer and fewer soldiers had fled in the past two months.

"Ah, finally we have a clan again, Dad, Maim and I will definitely make the Blackstone clan rise again! Please protect us with your soul."

Standing on the top of the Blackrock Tower, Reid looked at his little "kingdom", and looked at the orc soldiers patrolling below, and he was also quite proud.

But the Warchief has worries, too.

"Isn't that stubborn guy still willing to pledge his allegiance to me?"

Red finished expressing his emotion and pride, and looked back at the orc warlock Nilru Fireblade who was following him. The latter was leaning on a bone staff, and said to his great chief humbly:

"No, that guy has no intention of bowing his head at all, and he is very good at fighting. After three of our jailers were crushed to death by him, no one wanted to persuade him."

"Then let him go!"

Red said angrily:

"What's the point of relying on me? Eat so much food all day! One person can satisfy the appetite of four or five people, and he is not willing to go to the arena of the black iron dwarves to make money.

Do you really treat my place as a hotel? Come whenever you want, eat whatever you want!

drive him away! "

The great chief's anger made the Burning Blade warlock frightened, and he whispered:

"We tried to drive him off, Warchief. But he's too good at fighting, he makes his cage his home, and we're no match for him.

He also asked us not to provide him with pork, as he would not eat it, and asked us to prepare spirits for soldiers to drink. The most troublesome thing is that his reputation is very high, and many of our soldiers will spontaneously protect him.

If you really want to forcibly evict them, I'm afraid it will trigger an embarrassing riot. "

"That's right, it's really hob meat!"

The great chief was furious again.

He wanted to go to expel the bastard who was "caught back" last month, but after thinking about the combat power of both sides, Chief Red let go of this idea very rationally.

If you really fight by yourself, you are afraid that you will be pushed to the ground by that bastard within three rounds.

Forget it.

Aren't you just a prisoner? Just pretend you didn't see it. Out of sight is pure.

Besides, there is one more legendary warrior in the Blackstone Tower, and when he is in trouble, he can feel confident.

Everyone is an orc, and they always report to the group to keep warm. If the Black Iron Dwarf really turned his back on him, he wouldn't betray his race, so he would help the dwarves, right?

"The Great Chief!"

Just when Reid was about to end his inspection and return to his warm chief's hall to discuss important matters of family inheritance with a few orc girls, a bruised-nosed orc hunter in leather armor and carrying a black iron shotgun suddenly ran over and asked He reported:

"A human came to our side and asked to see you by name."

"A mere human, so loud?"

Before Red could speak, Neil Fireblade, the dog-legged warlock beside him, jumped out and scolded:

"The Great Chief is something he can see if he wants? Drive him away! No, kill him! Hang his head at the entrance of the tower, and warn the other bastards."

"That guy is powerful, we can't beat him."

The orc hunter who came to report the news touched the bruise on his face, and said to the chief aggrieved:

"Ten of us went together, and we are not the opponent of one of his guards. He brought four guards."

"You bastards are really embarrassing to the Great Chief!"

Warlock was furious when he heard this, and rolled up his sleeves on the spot to teach this incompetent man a lesson, but Reid waved his hand to stop him.

Seeing that the great chief was about to speak, the Burning Blade Warlock, who had been angrily showing his presence just now, immediately took a step back humbly.

"What does that human look like?"

Reid narrowed his eyes, remembering the letter sent by the captain some time ago, he asked a question, and the orc hunter in front of him immediately replied:

"Black hair, black eyes, wearing a black battle armor and a cloak, with a very proud attitude. He also holds a ruby ​​scepter in his hand.

He also said that he has a gift to give to the great chief, which will definitely satisfy the great chief. "

"Ha, it really is those guys!"

Reid was stunned.

The man the captain prophesied came, no, those black dragons came.

The great chief rubbed his hands, and a glimmer of expectation flashed in his eyes. He coughed twice, assumed the majesty of the great chief, and said to the orc warlock behind him:

"You go in person, take the guests into my hall, and let them wait for a while."

After finishing speaking, Reid didn't say much, and walked towards the prison of Blackrock Spire with the guards. A few minutes later, he walked into the cell of the bastard who "did and ate" for more than a month.

He said to the tall and strong orc with his back to him, who was propping up his body with one finger of his left hand and his right hand behind his back, doing push-ups quickly for exercise:

"I need you to help me once."

"If you don't help, get out!"

The guy's answer was very harsh.

He was so stiff that he didn't look like a prisoner at all, as if he was the chief here, and Red was just a pawn who didn't need to care about it at all.

"Enough! Va Locke Saurfang!"

Red was irritated by his posturing.

The great chief cursed:

"Don't think I don't know what you are doing here, those orcs commanded by your big brother were targeted by dwarves and humans in the barren land.

You guys are good at fighting, I admit it! But you also need a stable rear in order to carry on with the final mission given to you by that dead Orgrim.

Stop pretending!

You came to my Blackrock Spire to inquire about information, and you want to cooperate with me! You want me to open Blackrock Spire to you as a place of respite.

I'll just tell you that.

This matter can be discussed, and the two of us can also cooperate, but you must first prove your sincerity. I need you to help me this time, then I will send an envoy to talk to your big brother. "

"hehe"

The guy opposite Red let out a deep laugh. He got up from the ground, patted the dust off his hands, and said:

"Red Blackhand is said to be a stupid bastard, but I think you are much smarter than most orcs. Tell me, how can I help you? Help you assassinate the Dark Iron Emperor or his general?

no problem!

Give me an ax and some armor and I'll go now. "

"No, I will deal with the Dark Iron Dwarves."

Red waved his hand.

Immediately, a guard sent a set of elite black plate armor and a finely crafted double-edged ax forged by a dwarf. The chief folded his arms and said to Va Locke Saurfang in front of him:

"Put it on, and make yourself more energetic! I need you to appear on the stage as my relying guard and help me maintain my momentum. When necessary, scare those arrogant people hard."

"But first, you have to call me Great Chief! Come on, call me first."

(end of this chapter)