Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 550 103. Finally, this chief has a small "request"

The conversation with Great Chief Red actually went smoothly beyond the expectations of the black dragons.

Red Blackhand was different from the clumsy and stubborn orc they had imagined. In fact, this great chief was quite cunning. He could understand any demands made by the black dragon and the necessity of those demands.

He can even draw inferences from one instance, so that the black dragons can easily reach a cooperation without having to speak too clearly.

This satisfied all black dragons including Nefarian.

Talking to a smart person is always a pleasure, especially if the smart person is winking and flattering, this kind of conversation can even be called "enjoyment".

But Red's biggest problem is that this guy never leaves money.

Always ask the black dragons in terms of money in unexpected places.

It is true that the various situations that the chief said do exist.

The miserable life of the orcs in Blackrock Spire cannot be hidden from the eyes of the black dragons, but the problem is, this is the army of your chief Red, not the black dragon army!

Why do you want the black dragons to pay for your army?

"Irreverent! You greedy orc! We took the initiative to show kindness and cooperate with you, a small force. Not only are you not grateful, but you have made so many demands!"

One of the guards of the black dragon prince Nefarian, the black dragon named "Kalaran the Deceiver" scolded angrily:

"Do you think that by hiding in this rat's nest and calling yourself the Great Chief, you can be on an equal footing with the mighty Black Dragon Legion? Recognize your identity!"

"Huh? Know my identity?"

Red's smiling face suddenly turned cold, and he had the evil demeanor of a certain pirate turning his face like a book.

"boom"

He put the black-handed warhammer in front of his throne, and the orc guards in the hall of chiefs also drew their weapons in unison at this moment, and the warlord of the war chief held his horns tightly outside the hall.

As long as the thing is blown, the orcs and ogres all over Blackrock Spire, as well as the trolls annexed by them, will gather.

"You beat my people! You broke into my clan! You asked me to send troops to assist your little plan! You also tried to use my fellow citizens in Dellano as cannon fodder!

Now let me know who I am!

I think the people who should really recognize their identities are you, Black Dragon! Now, but you, please! "

Red growled, louder and louder.

And this guy does have a bit of power when he is angry. Although Chief Red is slick on the surface, don't forget that he also entered the Tomb of Sargeras and followed Bu Laike on the expedition to Zandalar.

Even defeated the Hell Herald, dealt with the loa demigods, and betrayed the role of Orgrim Doomhammer.

Although he is not well-known in the world of Azeroth, Red is definitely not among the most powerful orc chiefs in terms of the orc race alone, but he is already a moderate role.

A mere black dragon!

Red was no illiterate fellow either.

He also heard his captain brag about the dragon army. The black dragon looked powerful, but it was just a lost dog in the dragon army.

They are essentially no different from the orcs who are hiding in the Blackrock Tower.

"I know you are powerful enough, you can kill me and my soldiers, leave Blackrock Spire swaggeringly or occupy here.

But 'great' black dragons, after the death of us lowly orcs, it is up to you to do what you desire to accomplish. And do you dare to show up near Keepwatch? "

Red stroked the handle of his father's warhammer.

He looked at the black dragons in front of him coldly, and said:

"If you really want to be as powerful as you claim, you don't have to come to me at all, and you have to give a gift to an orc chieftain who is extremely low in your eyes.

Your leaders have said that this is a cooperation!

When everyone contributes, it is called cooperation!

You now want my soldiers, my tribe to die for you! We have to pay our lives for your plan, now I only ask you for some money, are you going to turn your face?

Is this your 'sincerity'?

Heh, the power and prestige of the Black Dragon Legion is really great, and my small place in the Blackstone Tower cannot bear it.

you!

See off my guests. "

The great chief snorted, stood up abruptly, and said to Saurfang who had drawn his battle ax beside him:

"Send the guests to Darkforge City.

Maybe Thaurissan, that guy who likes to show off, can talk to the 'great and noble' black dragons, and we rude and lowly orcs are fine, we can't afford to serve these uncles. "

"Yes, Warchief."

Va Locke Saurfang sneered a few times. Although this legendary warrior looked down on Red a bit, he had to admit that Red's words were really beautiful.

Severely killed the vigor of these arrogant black dragons.

The legendary recruiter stepped forward with his battle ax in hand, mixing his legendary power with his anger, and the warrior power called "execution" made the entire hall of chiefs dangerous.

Several black dragons felt that the orc in front of them would charge up at any time, and kill themselves with a headshot. Even if they turned into a dragon, they would end up seriously injured.

Nefarian shot a stern look at the rambunctious young black dragon Kalaran.

Although what Kalaran said was also what the Black Dragon Prince wanted to say.

The eating behavior of this orc chief is really ugly, but Red is right, what the black dragons want is the orcs to work hard, and it is necessary to pay for it.

You hire adventurers to do things in the human kingdom, don't you want to give money?

"Your Excellency the Great Chief, what you said before is very reasonable. Only the efforts of all parties can be called cooperation. Please forgive my young attendant's indiscretion. He was born after the War of the Ancients and has not experienced the miserable years of torture. "

Nefarian raised his scepter and made a pause to the approaching orc legend. The elegant and noble prince said loudly:

"But if money can resolve our petty conflicts, I'd be more than happy to provide your Legitimacy with a substantial financial aid. It's money.

Money is always the best solution.

My only doubt is that the orthodox tribe can do what we want to see after we pay our money? "

"See my guard?"

Reid arrogantly pointed to his "guard", and he proudly said:

"For an orc like him who can fight, I still have a whole small clan in the wasteland!

You must have your own news channels, so you might as well inquire for yourself, how much they have caused the dwarves and humans of the Alliance to suffer in recent months!

It's just a piece of cake to harass the watch castle.

As long as the financial support is in place, we can start now.

As for the assassination of Lothar, this is more important, and we will discuss it in detail after all the chiefs from Dellano come to Blackstone Mountain.

As for me, I am a junior in front of the chiefs, and I will ask them to make up their minds when the time comes, and I will not talk too much. "

"it is good!"

Nefarian's eyes lit up.

He also heard the news that the alliance was defeated by a group of mysterious orcs in the wasteland. The Prestor family has connections in the alliance.

This kind of military battle report cannot be faked.

If Reid really has such an elite team, it is worth spending a little more money to buy peace of mind.

"Five days later, your compatriots will pass through the crack of the Dark Portal. If everything goes well, we will set off for the northern border in a week.

So much time, enough mobilization, right? "

Nefarian asked.

Red hesitated for a moment. He pretended to be thinking and glanced at Saurfang, who nodded to him inaudibly.

"enough."

The great chief replied angrily, then rolled his eyes, and said again:

"But from the Burning Plains to the Blasted Lands, we have to cross the Red Ridge Mountains and the Swamp of Sorrows, which is the territory of the Alliance, and we can only dispatch a small-scale elite to go there.

If you want things to be done properly, you have to agree to one more 'little' request from me. "

"what else do you want?"

Before speaking this time, the black dragon Kararan took a special look at His Royal Highness, and after getting permission from the other party's eyes, he said angrily:

"The orc chief! Don't go too far! Open your mouth to your partner lion, is it the virtue of your orcs?"

"Hey, there are many virtues that we orcs admire. If you want to hear it, I can spend half a day talking about it to you."

Red snorted, he spread his hands, and said helplessly:

"I'm really not a lion, this time it's really about cooperation.

What I'm thinking is that if the Black Dragonflight can 'borrow' a few of my Horde warriors, we can fly across the coast of the Great Sea without alarming the Alliance.

As for myself, I am a rather vain person.

The seniors who went to pick me up this time must always show the majesty that a great chief should have. Therefore, I take the liberty of wanting to 'long-term lease' a dragon for me to use from His Royal Highness the Prince.

Please rest assured, Your Highness.

Now that I have money, I will definitely pay the rent on time. "

The great chief patted his chest to assure him.

The provoked Nefarian laughed, he waved his hands and said:

"There's no need for rent, the Prestor family can't afford to be ashamed, seat dragons can also be negotiated, but adult dragons don't even think about it.

We have our own dignity and are not allowed to be ridden by orcs.

At most one young dragon will be your partner.

Also, I have a small question to ask the Warchief, I hope you don't mind. "

"Ask and ask."

Reid was overjoyed at this moment, thinking that these black dragons are quite generous. He had long been envious of the captain having a young dragon first mate, and he also wanted a supporting scene.

I didn't expect things to go so smoothly.

But Nefarian's next question made Red's face change drastically.

The Black Dragon Prince narrowed his eyes, looked at Red, and said:

"After we met, I never revealed my identity to you. How did you know that I was the Black Dragon Prince? Who told you my identity?"

Nefarian caught the loophole in Reid's words, and he said thoughtfully:

"I felt something was wrong just now when the chief raised the conditions. I feel that Your Excellency Red is not surprised at our arrival. You seem to have known that we are coming to visit you!

Who told you this?

who is behind you "

"Ah this."

Red was at a loss by Nefarian's continuous questioning. He looked into the eyes of the black dragon. Nefarian's eyes swirled like a whirlpool, as if he wanted to absorb Red's spirit.

At the critical moment, Saurfang uttered a huge battle cry, abruptly awakening Red from the spiritual temptation.

The great chief took a step back holding the hammer, and the surrounding orcs swarmed up to besiege the black dragon, but Red, who had reacted, shouted back:

"You all, get out! Saurfang stay."

The orc warriors in the hall hesitated, but under the intimidation of the chief's eyes, they all exited the hall obediently and closed the door.

Only then did Red let out a sigh of relief. Under the gaze of the Black Dragon Prince, he leaned on the throne in a decadent posture, covered his head, and said in a helpless tone:

"Well, if you found out, then I won't hide it."

He took out his cursed gold coin from his neck, and said to Nefarian whose complexion changed slightly:

"At the end of the orc war, when I was chasing down Gul'dan, I went to Zandalar by accident. The name of the Dark Prophet Zul, I wonder if His Royal Highness has heard of it?

Anyway, I met Zul there, listened to his wisdom, and got into trouble with Bwonsamdi, the Troll Reaper.

I am now forced to serve the alien god of death, and in my Blackrock Spire, in the territories of those troll clans I specially found, there is also a shrine to the god of death.

That wicked bastard thirsts for souls. "

As Reid spoke, he threw his gold coin to Nefarian, who took it in his hand without even needing to feel it, as the cold breath of death flowed and rolled back in his hand.

Reid on the throne seemed to have removed all disguises. He stared at Nefarian and said:

"Up to now, I don't want to hide it anymore. It's hard to be a dog for Bwonsamdi. If the Black Dragon Legion can give me strength, I can break free from Bwonsamdi's control.

It's not impossible for me to be your dog.

Anyway, for us bereaved dogs, it doesn't matter who the owner is, as long as they can eat meat and bones. "

The Black Dragon Prince savored Red's words, and then looked at the gold coin in his hand. A few seconds later, Nefarian showed a smile, and he said to Red:

"Of course I know the name of Prophet Zul.

And if you're looking for power, you're in the right place.

My dear Warchief. I have noticed that your soldiers still seem to be affected by the blood disease, and I just have a way to help them get rid of that unbearable weakness.

I will give you the money you ask for.

I don't need you to be a dog to the Black Dragon Legion, don't belittle yourself like this, Your Excellency the Warchief, as long as you serve Deathwing's cause faithfully, you will be rewarded with strength.

And right now, is your good opportunity to serve our master.

As long as you can kill Lothar, as long as you can satisfy him, you will have everything you want. Kalaran, you remain at Blackrock Spire to assist His Excellency in his quest. "

Nefarian turned his head back and gave orders to his servants in a master-like manner, but Reid did not stop him, which made the corner of Black Dragon Prince's mouth curl into a smile.

He turned to Red and said:

"Five days later, I will come back with what you desire, Your Excellency the Great Chief. But you must also let me see what I want to see! In your words, everyone contributes, and this is called cooperation."

(end of this chapter)