Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 627 180. Fuck you, I will learn to be a green skin from today!

Dellas Boo Laike Moore told Boo Laike that he needs some time to think about it.

But when answering, the old soldier who was hurt very badly by Laike no longer had the previous hatred in his words, and replaced it with a touch of deep consideration.

Being able to say something like this actually means that General Braike Moore has basically accepted the "new job" assigned to him by the stinky pirates.

For a political creature like him who had sharpened his head and climbed to the top, pirates destroyed his past, but also gave him a new beginning. Although Alterac is barren, there is indeed a lot to do there.

No one knew the young man better than Bo Laike Moore.

To be honest, the general is fully confident that within a few years, Auriden can be completely emptied, and the politics and power of the Alterac Kingdom can be fully controlled.

At that time, he will become the "Regent" of a kingdom, truly among the highest circles of human civilization!

He will be the next Lord Darval Prestor. This is an achievement that Bu Laike Moore could not have achieved in the Kingdom of Stormgard for a hundred years!

Just thinking about this future makes Lord "Ed Moore" breathe heavily. As for the loss of Durnholde Castle, as for the disability of his own wrist.

Hey, isn't it just a hand?

Compared with the lofty and bright future, it is just a mere left hand.

"You send him to Nanhai Town."

Bu Laike told the Xieyan who rushed over:

"Someone there will send him to the Kingdom of Alterac, and we don't need to worry about the rest, I believe that our 'Ice Blood' Earl is capable enough to deal with the next scene.

After sending people off, you go to the coast and wait for the Nagfar to meet up. I will stay in the hills for a few more days, so I will give you a few days off.

But if you dare to make trouble, be careful with your heads! "

"Yes, Captain!"

Xieyan nodded and wanted to take General Bu Laike Moore away, but was stopped by Bu Laike:

"You have made great achievements this trip. This is my personal reward for you. Take it back to the academy and ask the dean to make a talisman for you. Keep a low profile. I didn't prepare gifts for others."

The pirates threw the treated head of the Amani troll lord to Xieyan. The orc warlock is a smart man. The moment he received this slightly barbaric emblem in his hand, he noticed the powerful energy contained in it. .

It may not be as powerful as the Skull of Gul'dan in the captain's hand, but it is mainly made into magic items, and it is definitely top-notch.

This harvest made the warlock smile. If it weren't for someone watching, he would kneel down to the evil and powerful captain to represent his loyalty and joy.

"Before you leave, call Reid over to me."

Bu Laike gave another order, Xieyan happily responded, and summoned a big mephit, carrying the disabled General Bu Laike Moore and himself, and flew towards the bottom of the island of redemption.

"You are indeed generous."

The old orc Bu Rocks who witnessed all this sighed and said:

"Especially when it comes to your own people, I have witnessed your 'persuasion skills', making a person who is full of hatred for you feel grateful to you in an instant.

You are simply a devil who plays with people's hearts.

Red is still working with you. I feel desperate for the future of his so-called "orthodox tribe". "

"You made three mistakes in this sentence, you really deserve to be a rough orc."

The pirate glanced at the old warrior.

He said quietly:

"First of all, Reid and I are not 'cooperating', he is working for me, his name is still in the Nagfar's sailing book, and he is the bosun on my ship.

So in theory, the orthodox tribe of Black Rock Mountain is part of the Undead Fleet.

Secondly, I am not a devil or a demon. My inner demon was just given up by me due to some "special reasons". Now I am a real human, er, a half-elf.

Finally, I am not playing with people's hearts! "

Bu Laike emphasized:

"I just grasped his needs and satisfied his heart's desire. This should be called 'generosity'. If this is also considered to be playing with people's hearts, then the number of victims I tortured is amazing.

Like you."

The pirate curled his lips, took out a large box from his luggage, and slammed it on Bu Rocks' feet. He was very aristocratic, and made a "please" gesture to the old orc.

Bu Rocks leaned over, roughly squeezed the lock of the box, and opened the black box. It was lined with rich purple velvet, and contained three things.

A one-handed warhammer with a square head and a square brain that seems to be cast from stone.

A set of weather-beaten, battle-scarred, rough-forged but very strong black full body armor, including two spiked orcish shoulderplates.

Finally, there is a jeweled urn sealed with the Holy Light, which contains the ashes of the previous Warchief of the Horde, Orgrim Doomhammer.

"I plundered the treasury in Dalaran to find these three items. I know they are priceless, but I promised you after all. Keeping promises is a virtue, so as promised, I brought them to you. "

Bu Laike took a sip of wine, looked at Bu Rocks who was half kneeling in front of the box, touching the jar of ashes.

The old orc had a complex expression.

He also felt a vaguely familiar aura, and when he raised his head, he saw the Warg Frostclaw quietly appearing behind the pirate. The warg belonging to Orgrim was squatting quietly at Bu Laike's feet, looking at the orc warrior in front of him with a pair of calm and proud beast eyes.

Boo Rocks could read Frostpaw's eyes.

The beast was saying that it had fulfilled all the orders of its old master, that it was worthy of the glory of Orgrim, and that after fulfilling its promises, it was about to begin its new life.

"thanks."

Bu Rocks expressed his sincere thanks at this moment, without the slightest bit of sarcasm or vigilance.

"These things mean a lot to us."

"I know, so I'll give them to you. Of course, when you use it again, Dalaran will definitely pursue clues about the theft of the treasury.

I think you should know how to respond to such doubts. "

The pirate flexed his shoulders, and said:

"Look, the deal is done, I'm not what you say, just a chaotic careerist who wants to see the world burn, and after I'm tired of doing bad things, I occasionally do something good.

When Red and Thrall walked down the sea cliff, Red saw Bo Laike and shook his body immediately. The chief quickly walked to the pirate, wanting to apologize, but was stopped by Laike.

He coughed and said:

"Ahem, Lord Bu Rocks just told me that he has a gift for you, my bosun."

"Ok?"

Red, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, looked suspiciously at the old orc warrior next to him. He didn't believe that Bo Rocks would give him something good. Since the contact between the two sides, the old warrior had always looked at him coldly.

Obviously, Bo Rocks, like his Wa Locke, has some disdain for Red, the self-proclaimed "Great Chief". After all, he was the head of Orgrim's guard before.

To be honest, even the pirates had to admit that between Red and Orgrim, there was a difference of at least ten black-handed chiefs. They were really not leaders of the same level.

No matter what people look down on.

But this time, Bo Rocks didn't ignore Red like he used to. He took a deep breath and reopened the box under his feet.

Under Red's wide-eyed stare, the old orc took out the set of battle-scarred black plate armor, and he looked at Red, who was panicked in his eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, Bo Rocks handed the black plate armor to Red with both hands.

He said:

"As a warchief, you should wear this armor.

It was forged by your father with the help of Warchief Orgrim in the volcanoes of our homeland. Every orc warrior knows the origin and legend of the black plate armor.

You know the story too, and now it's your turn to wear it, Warchief Blackhand. It is not just an honor, it also represents a heavy responsibility.

Don't disgrace it! "

Bu Rocks' behavior made Red's eyes widen. He looked at the black plate armor handed to him, then at Bu Rocks with a serious face, and finally looked back at his captain in a daze.

Laike kicked him angrily at that naive gesture, which woke Red up.

The latter rubbed his head, and in front of Bo Laike, Bo Rocks, and Thrall, he took off his domineering black iron armor without hesitation.

He took off his inner clothes, and took the seemingly worn-out but tough plate armor in front of him with both hands, which was blessed by shaman spells, and put it on himself.

This set of armor is not as cool as Red's black iron armor at all, but for an orc, the significance of being able to wear it is beyond the pure appearance.

"I will lead the orthodox tribe well."'

Reid held the spiked gauntlet and thumped his chest fiercely. He was finally elated and tried to straighten his back, imitating the posture of his father and Orgrim in his memory, and spoke to Bo Rocks and Thrall in a deep voice. Say:

"I will lead the orcs to prosperity. This is my promise and my oath. If I can't do it, you are welcome to kill me with your own hands!

We will bring the seriously injured Chief Fenris back to Blackrock Spire, wait for him to wake up, and after the Frostwolf clan comes to Blackrock Spire, I will establish a council of chiefs in the tribe, so I won't be as dictatorial as Orgrim!

And you, come here, boy of the Frostwolf clan. "

Under the signal of Bo Laike's eyes, Red bent down to pack up his excellent black iron armor, and called Thrall over.

He used a hypocritical and disgusting elder tone, just like the armor that Rocks gave him just now, he handed this set of sophisticated armor that he had built with a lot of money in Darkforge City to Thrall with both hands.

He said hypocritically:

"Growing up with humans, you don't know orcish traditions. To us, armor and weapons are the best gifts a young orc can receive in coming of age, a blessing of valor and protection.

Now, I present to you my fine suit of armor, Go'el.

From now on, you are also a member of the orthodox tribe.

I.

At least I admit, you are an orc.

As for the acceptance and respect of others, you have to win it with your hands and your brain. "

Sal hesitated.

He glanced at Bo Rocks, who nodded at him.

So just like Red just now, Thrall also put on the heavy armor in front of the three of them. Red's set of armor was a bit big and heavy for him.

But that's okay, he can carry the weight.

"and this."

Rocks took out the Hammer of Doom from the box, and Red looked at it greedily.

I thought that the cloth Rocks was cunning, and blocked his mouth with black plate armor, and he couldn't stop Thrall from inheriting Orgrim's weapons.

But he knew that he was destined not to get that legendary weapon.

But it doesn't matter, he has recovered the family's warhammer, the chief of the Blackstone clan, he should use the black hand!

"This warhammer was also forged by Chief Orgrim and Chief Blackhand in the magma of the Dellano world. It represents far more significance than you can imagine."

Rocks lifted the Doomhammer, but didn't give it to Thrall right away.

He looked at the young orc, shook his head and said:

"You are not qualified to take it now! I will keep it for you until you find the goal and path in your heart."

"It's really stingy."

Bu Laike grinned, tilted his head, took out a heavy double-edged battle ax from his luggage, and threw it at Thrall's feet.

He folded his hips and said:

"You recognize me, don't you? Sal, you know who I am, and you should still remember the scene when we first met. My chief maid, your 'sister' Taresa Foxton, has Lived a peaceful life in a faraway place.

She is missing you, but she can't meet you now, maybe you can take the initiative to meet her in your future travels, as long as you can find us, I will never stop you.

Consider this battleaxe a parting gift from Taresa.

Of course, accepting it means trouble.

As the inherited weapon of the troll slayer family, holding this battle ax named 'Trollbane' means that you have entered the vision of Danas Trollbane.

That general is not easy to deal with.

Therefore, you can choose to refuse, and I will not despise you for it. "

"I may have been raised by humans, but I don't lack the courage of an orc."

Under the gaze of the three people, Thrall bent down and lifted the heavy double-edged battle axe. He was holding the weapon and wearing armor, finally looking like a qualified orc warrior.

Under the divergent gazes of Rocks and Red, the young orc faced the sea and said:

"I don't want to hide, I am very confused now, it is difficult for me to accept the changes in my life for a while, I don't know how to be an orc, and I also know that I can't become a human.

I'm like a monster between two races, I don't see much, I haven't even left Dunholde Castle, I've only seen the world in books.

I can't give you an answer right away.

I thought, maybe after seeing my people, I should start a journey around the world, maybe I can find the path I should walk.

But no matter what the result is, when you need me, I will definitely come back and stay with my people. "

"Before you travel to Azeroth, maybe you should visit our hometown first. Your ancestors, that is, us, made a mess there, but I think, under the dead world, there may be hidden hope."

Boo Rocks said to Thrall:

"Life's paths don't appear or disappear out of thin air, learn from our lessons and draw strength from our failures, Thrall.

I'm looking forward to seeing your transformation. "

"Well, I will."

Thrall nodded solemnly and made his promise.

But Bo Laike didn't care about him anymore.

The pirate only cared about one last thing before leaving here. He looked at Boo Rocks and said:

"Where's your warrior Rexxar? Why haven't I seen him? I still have some hunting questions I want to ask him for advice, and I'm here just for that."

"Uh, Rexxar left."

Bu Rocks said with strange eyes:

"A hunter like him doesn't want to be found, so no one can find him. If you really want to ask him for advice, you have to find him by yourself.

I think this shouldn't be difficult for a 'big shot' like you, right? "

(end of this chapter)