Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 551 104. Go, follow this chief to do great things

"Fortunately, the captain prepared a plan in advance, and he was able to push everything to Bwonsamdi. This black dragon prince is a little clever, and he is really difficult."

In the Hall of the Chiefs in Blackrock Tower, Red watched Nefarian and his attendants leave under the leadership of Nirru Burning Blade, and went to the upper level of Blackrock Tower to visit the hall "rented" from Red .

The great chief really broke into a cold sweat from the situation just now.

He curled his lips, put the black-handed war hammer in front of his back behind his back, and gave Saurfang a wink at the side, signaling him to follow.

The two orcs entered the chief's room next to the hall, and Red made himself a comfortable big bed and a large dwarf-style wine cabinet. Saurfang looked at these "luxury" enjoyments with disdain.

Red Blackhand really wasn't a good fighter.

It hasn't been more than half a year since becoming the great chief, and he has already begun to indulge in pleasure and neglect to exercise. There is actually an untidy garbage dump at the edge of this room!

So lazy and lethargic!

His strength in this life has come to an end.

But what made Saurfang feel even more contemptuous was that what Reid said to the Black Dragon Prince just now was really embarrassing. This guy has lost all the spirit that an orc warrior should have.

It seems that my investigation is coming to an end, and the Blackrock Tower is not a place to stay for a long time.

"Nefarian is really a difficult guy, I guess the words just now can't hide from him for too long.

This situation is no longer a blunt I can handle. "

Red didn't care about Saurfang's thoughts, he took out a pen and paper from the bedside, and wrote something quickly, as if he wanted to report to an important guy.

As he wrote, he said to Saurfang without looking up:

"Run to the barren land as soon as possible, and invite your Warlord Rocks and his elites back to hold the line. Once Grom, those lunatics from Kargath come, I can't hold on to the situation.

At that time, the cloth Rocks who can suppress them will have to take charge of the overall situation. These black dragons actually want to assassinate Lothar. Don't they know that Lothar is under the cover of "that lord"?

This is really asking for a dead end! "

"What did you say?"

Saurfang couldn't understand. The legendary warrior looked around cautiously first, and after confirming that there was no magic monitor here, he asked in a low voice:

"Who do you think is covering Lothar? Who has the qualifications to cover the Union Marshal?"

"Heh, you really don't know anything, you poor bastard with no power."

Red looked up at his elder, and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Do you really think Lothar won the Burning Plains himself? Ridiculous! When I was on Zandalar, I knew that the Alliance would win, but Orgrim wouldn't necessarily die.

Let me tell you, poor Va Locke, there was someone behind that showdown behind the scenes that you can't even imagine. He couldn't influence the trend of the war, but he planned Lothar's survival and Orgrim's death!

Lothar should have died here half a year ago.

His current life was bestowed on him by the 'sir' whom I am loyal to. "

"Your allegiance to Bwonsamdi?"

Saurfang read the awkward troll name, the first he'd heard of the alien death, but his guess made Red laugh.

The great chief patted his legs and said:

"You really believe it? You are indeed a simple-minded fighter. No wonder the adult told me, don't be afraid of things being exposed. This plan prepared in advance is enough to scare most people.

Ah, his dark wisdom is as trustworthy as ever! "

"Are you lying to those black dragons?"

Saurfang looked at Red suspiciously, he was silent for a few seconds, and said:

"Red Blackhand, in my memory, you were not so cunning before. What changed you? Or, who changed you?"

"People change, Va Locke. I did learn a lot of useful things on that trip. For example, I know that a good warrior is not necessarily a good warchief."

Reid finished writing the letter quickly, stuck out his tongue and licked the envelope in a down-to-earth manner, sealed the envelope, and threw it on the small garbage dump in the corner of his room.

Saurfang felt dazzled.

The moment the letter was thrown, it disappeared into the weird mist, only for a moment, and then returned to normal.

After Red sent the letter, it seemed that all the troubles and problems had been solved. He opened the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of dwarf spirits, and with a chic gesture, took off the bottle cap on the spike of the black-handed warhammer at hand, He took a sip comfortably into his mouth.

Stretched again, lying on his luxurious big bed.

In the blazing light of the braziers set up around him, Reid slumped on his comfortable bed in a Ge You lying posture. He spread his hands and said to Saurfang in front of him:

"I'm not going to try to win over you Orgrim loyalists.

I know you look down on me, but it doesn't matter. Although we have different goals, we can cooperate.

I will not interfere with your continuing to fulfill the orders of that dead Orgrim.

I will provide you with a safe place to hide, thanks to the generous financial support of the black dragons, I can provide you with the best food and weapons.

and treats.

I just have one request. "

Red stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, then poured another sip of strong wine into his mouth, and said:

"When I need you, you must declare 'loyalty' to me, don't take it so seriously, it's just a name I use to scare the trash subordinates and other orcs.

Now that the black dragons are here, I need your force to ensure that those black dragons are afraid to stretch their hands too far.

I don't really ask you to fight for me.

I know that I can't command you, and I won't bother to pursue this privilege. After my flame shaman and warlock training are completed, I don't need your pretentious prestige.

Take my words back to Warlord Boo Rocks.

I have always admired his strength and loyalty.

I believe that he will make a choice that is good for both of us. "

Va Locke Saurfang was silent for a few seconds, and he said frankly:

"We will not join in the assassination of Lothar. He defeated the chief in a one-on-one contest. This victory has nothing to do with it. The chief also told us to avenge him before he died.

Facts have proved that even without Lothar, we are still no match for humans.

The era of being bewitched and slaughtered by demonic blood has passed.

We're going to do what's right for orcs now. "

"yes?"

Red sneered noncommittally, he rolled his eyes and said:

"I heard you don't eat good pork. Why? Locke, you should know that even in Dellano, pork is the staple food of orcs."

The unrelated question silenced Locke for a moment, and he ultimately didn't answer the question.

But Reid said the answer in his heart:

"Because when the butcher kills a pig, the screams of the beast will remind you of the massacre in Shattrath City, and those draenei old and weak women and children who died under your battle axes also made such screams.

How many people did you kill after drinking the devil's blood? Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? One hundred thousand? Can't tell? Tell me, Va Locke, have you ever learned to repent?

Shall I find you a paladin and let him baptize you? "

"click"

Saurfang's gauntlet holding the battle ax made a muffled sound, and under the full-face helmet, Wa Locke's bloodshot eyes stared at Red, and he said word by word:

"Don't do this! Red, you are courting death!"

"Okay, okay, I'm just parroting."

Reid raised his hands spinelessly, and said with a bit of drunkenness:

"I'm just telling you the sarcasm that came with hearing him tell your story when I was by that lord's side. I can tell from your appearance that the lord really predicted you mentality at this time.

I mean no harm, Va Locke, I always respect the strong.

I just wanted to tell you that as long as you, as long as we remain in this world, we can't do anything 'right'. The world will not forgive us.

It is not Azeroth that we should beg for forgiveness most, but Dellano!

Don't forget, we first destroyed our own world before we came here to destroy other people's worlds. Well, let's get down to business, I'm not interested in participating in the assassination of Lothar, but the current situation is like this.

If we don't do it, those black dragons and our rampant, arrogant chiefs who have not been taught by this world will unite and kill us first!

You and your big brother might beat Grom Hellscream.

But just thinking about fighting that man with Gorehowl in his hand makes me piss in terror.

So whether you like it or not, I must join this cause.

I just asked you to bring a letter.

It doesn't matter if you don't want to, just come and help me guard the Blackrock Tower, and don't think about usurping power or anything, as long as you don't want to bow to the black dragon, you can only rely on me to maintain this mess.

Without me, Blackrock Tower will run out of food in half a month.

In a month's time you'll be eaten to the bone by a gang of famished orcs. "

Red proudly waved the wine bottle in his hand, and he made a drink break and said:

"I don't need to rely on some majesty to rule my tribe! The reason why I sit on the throne of the Great Chief is so stable because I can feed the orcs under my command.

What Orgrim couldn't do, I did!

I am better than him!

Hahaha, come and bite me if you are not convinced! "

"You've really changed, Red."

Wal Locke didn't hit Red, he just shook his head, turned around and left with his tomahawk on his back, and as he walked out of the room, he looked back and said:

"You don't look like an orc anymore. Your father may be disappointed."

"Why is he disappointed in me?"

Red closed his eyes, stroked the black-handed warhammer placed by the bed, drank his wine, and said:

"I used to think that my father's failure was due to his bad luck, but after I returned from Zandalar and I became the great chief, I realized how much my father's life was.

fail!

The only thing he can boast about is that he found a good brother in Orgrim Doomhammer. But even Orgrim, who regarded him as his elder brother, finally left him.

My dad would be so proud of me because I did what he always wanted to do but couldn't.

Maybe you will think this is ridiculous.

But Wa Locke, believe me, I am saving the orcs my way too, and I am bigger than your ambitions, you will see!

One day, all the orcs will be willing to call me 'Great Chief'! "

"You're drunk, Red, stop dreaming."

Locke dropped the words, turned and strode away.

After Saurfang left, Red who was lying on the bed opened his eyes, curled his lips, and said in a low voice:

"You don't know anything about dreams, old man.

You should all be eliminated by the times! I will succeed, because the captain promised that handsome man who can change fate, he promised me.

Ha, you don't even know how confident I am. "

"Tch, a bunch of idiots!"

——

A day later, Va Locke Saurfang returned to the Badlands after finishing his "expedition" with a big bat provided by Red's trolls.

In a certain valley of the barren mountains connected to the Scorching Canyon, he found his big brother Bo Rocks Saurfang and his warchief's guard, as well as a new clan of brave orcs.

They call themselves "Kor'kron", which means "Warchief's Blade".

Obviously, these brave guys who are still fighting after the defeat of the tribe regard the fulfillment of Orgrim's last order as the only meaning of their existence.

"The situation is like this. Reid needs us, and we need him. Maybe the two sides can maintain cooperation for a while, but I don't think Blackrock Spire is a place where we can stay for a long time.

Mainly Red.

He gave me a bad feeling. I always felt that behind what Redd did in Blackstone Mountain, there was some purpose that I couldn't understand. He has changed from before.

He doesn't even think like an orc. "

In a simple tent, Wa Locke told his big brother what he had seen and heard in Blackrock Spire, while Bu Rocks, who was entrusted by Orgrim before his death, rubbed his chin and did not answer immediately. .

After a long silence, Bu Rocks said softly:

"During the time you were away, brother, a strange thing actually happened on our side. There was an orc warlock who came from outside and claimed that he had found Goel.

The weirdest thing is that he came on behalf of some power we have never had contact with. "

"Ok?"

Wat Locke's expression immediately became weird, and he said:

"Do you trust him?"

"I don't want to believe it, but I have to."

Boo Rocks glanced at his brother and said:

"There's no question in that warlock's words, and he brings this"

The old orc placed in front of his younger brother a half-torn, worn-out blanket. It was a blanket with the Frostwolf emblem on it, but it seemed to have been torn by a sharp knife.

"This thing can be faked."

The legendary warrior shook his head and said:

"It cannot be taken as evidence."

"Well, so I decided to go to the castle in Northern Xinjiang to see for myself."

Boo Rocks grinned. The old orc entrusted by Orgrim stood up, moved his body, and said to his younger brother:

"Call the clansmen, let's go to Blackstone Mountain to 'enjoy' for a few days, and then have a good talk with those old brothers. We won't assassinate Lothar, but it shouldn't be a big problem to get a ride.

Besides, we are Kor'Kron! "

The old orc laughed and said:

"Kor'kron should stay by the Warchief's side, that's our mission. You go and watch over that warlock Diga Evileye yourself if he shows any signs of trying to escape.

kill him! "

(end of this chapter)