Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 628 181. Madman's Crazy Deal

The pirates came in high spirits, only to return disappointed.

Rexxar's taciturn orc "wanderer" actually ran away one step ahead, which really fit his "behavior pattern" decision. According to Bu Rocks, after beating the demons, Rexxar took his pets and disappeared into the In the Silverpine Forest.

At his speed, this would probably have crossed the Alterac Mountains.

Not being able to meet a powerful "peer" made the pirate very disappointed, and also lost interest in staying here to deal with a group of green-skinned orcs.

But before he rode away on his loyal Hippogryph, he said to Red and Boo Rocks mysteriously:

"I know that there have always been conflicts between you Blackrock Spire and the Dark Iron Dwarves. Coincidentally, I also need to get something from the Dark Iron Dwarves recently that only they have.

We have common interests”

"We will not start a war!"

The old orc frowned and said:

"The current tribe cannot start a war. Compared with the Dark Iron Dwarves, you humans will not let us go. From our interests, perhaps maintaining friendship with Darkforge City is the best choice."

"That's what I said, but those dark iron dwarves have been going too far recently."

Red, on the other hand, has a different opinion.

He wiped the black plate armor he just got, snorted to the old orc, and said:

"You warriors just don't know the price of firewood if you are not in charge of your family! If you go back and look at the quartermaster's account book, you will know that in the past two months, the prices of supplies and equipment sold to us by the Black Iron Dwarves have increased.

They think of us as weak sheep, sure that without their help, we would not be able to survive Blackrock Spire and the Burning Steppes.

I was thinking before, maybe it's time to show off your muscles and let those black iron dwarves see the price of persecuting us!

This time we got so much wealth from Lordaeron and Dalaran, I don't want to throw them all into the dog hole of the Dark Iron Dwarves, I want to use them to buy enough weapons and supplies from the goblins.

Whether you participate or not, I must teach the arrogant black iron dwarves a lesson. "

"Who told you to start a war? Is that how you orcs think about things? There is no other way of thinking in your mind other than fighting and killing, right?"

Boo Rocks and Red's answer made the pirate sneer, and he grabbed the Hippogryph by the reins, saying:

"I originally planned to share my evil plan with you, but now it seems that forget it, your brains are destined not to understand my dark wisdom.

When I am ready, I will contact you, please be patient and wait for the news!

Especially you, Red.

I understand your desire to make contributions and stabilize power, but those of you are no match for the Black Iron Emperor Thaurissan. People look down on you not because of arrogance, but because of strength.

Total war will only hurt your orthodox tribe, so be patient with me! "

"Yes, Captain."

Red immediately replied with a playful smile, causing the pirate to shake his head for a while. Before he left, he took Zul'jin's head from his bag and threw it to Red, saying:

"Take this thing back and ask Ner'zhul to make you a warrior amulet, lest you be assassinated by the black iron lunatics."

"I have no use for this, Captain."

Reid refused this good thing. He stroked his black-handed hammer and whispered to Bo Laike:

"I'm not a good fighter, I know this very well. To be honest, if I didn't need a 'black hand' to stabilize the rule, I would have the heart to send this warhammer to my brother.

Meme is better suited to hold it than I am.

Captain, please give this talisman to my brother.

By the way, I told him that I have paid a lot of money in Darkforge City to order him a warhammer that is very similar to Black Hand. As long as it is forged, I will ask Old Garni to send it to him.

Let him work hard at sea without having to worry about clan inheritance. I have already taken over this responsibility, and my younger brother should be free to pursue his destined wonderful life. "

"Speaking of your brotherly love, my two brothers don't know what's going on."

The pirate snorted, waved goodbye without saying anything, and flew away from the Island of Atonement amidst the neighing of the Hippogryph, and flew towards Hillsbrad Hills, before disappearing above the sea.

"You knew the captain before?"

Red watched Bo Laike leave, he looked back at Thrall, the young orc nodded, but didn't say much about the story between him and Bo Laike.

"Then why didn't you say it earlier? You just got beaten for nothing."

The great chief shrugged, looked at Thrall with a friendly look, and said:

"Since they are all serving the captain, everyone is our own. When we go to Black Rock Mountain, anyone who dares to bully you will report my name."

After speaking, Reid swaggered away from the sea cliff.

He couldn't wait to show his subordinates the new treasure he got, so that they would be convinced to call him "The Great Chief".

Putting on Orgrim's black plate armor is equivalent to getting a "strong claim".

No one can question his warchief anymore.

After Red left, Boo Rocks also left, leaving Thrall alone on the sea cliff. This young orc really needs to think about his future life plan.

After he was brought out of Dunholde Castle, he had no time to calm down and think about this question.

Now his emotionally complicated General Bo Laike Moore has a new life, and his "sister" Taresa is also rescued by Captain Bo Laike, entering a new stage of life.

The two people who are close to him have bid farewell to the past, and perhaps he should also give himself a small "ceremony" to complete this growth.

Boo Rocks took Doomhammer and Orgrim's ashes to the seaside of the Isle of Atonement, and he walked into the tent that Ner'zhul set up for himself.

When he entered, Ner'zhul was doing a "craft" that required concentration.

Well, take the magic items brought out from Dalaran one by one, use the elemental emblem of the lamp god to extract the magic power of infusion, and then transform it into air coins.

When Bu Rocks entered the tent, Ner'zhul was already surrounded by piles of strange air coins between virtual and real, and the old orc was holding a magic lamp in his hand, and he was putting the elemental emblem on it with a slightly obscene gesture. Rub on lamp.

"Are you going back to Dellano?"

Bu Rocks sat cross-legged in the tent that smelled of weird incense. He said to Ner'zhul, who had his back turned to him:

"Maybe it's better for you to stay in Azeroth.

You can teach Thrall, I saw your conversation with him before, that kid respects knowledgeable people, I think it might be better for you to be his tutor"

"I don't have time to raise another Warchief, Boo Rocks."

Ner'zhul flatly rejected the warrior's proposal, and the old orc said in a very old voice:

"I'm dying, my body is decaying, and my soul doesn't know where to go, the world is fine, but it doesn't welcome me.

Don't worry about Thrall's growth. Drek'Thar, the elder prophet of the Frostwolf clan, is a very good shaman, and he is enough to take on the responsibility of teaching Thrall.

In addition, I have another suggestion for you, about Thrall. "

"you say."

Boo Rocks nodded, listening intently.

Ner'zhul continued to draw air coins, and said in his weak, unhurried tone:

"Don't be in a hurry to support Thrall in robbing Red's position of great chief, and don't manipulate Kor'Kron to resist Red, the more stable Blackrock Mountain is, the better it will be for you.

Especially after the Frostwolf clan also went to the Burning Plains, only Red has enough reputation to suppress and mediate the conflicts among the three parties.

You keep saying Red is a puppet, and he is.

But to be honest, it's beyond my imagination that he can get to this point with his aptitude. He is not the traditional warchief we know, but he is indeed a qualified leader.

It depends on how you look at the current situation.

Red has his ambitions, he is not as ignorant and superficial as you think, maybe you should let go of your arrogance as a soldier and get to know him again.

I believe that you will see the shining points in him.

This is an internal affair between you orcs who have decided to stay in Azeroth. I don't want to interfere too much, and you don't have to doubt my intentions as a dying man.

I do have my purpose, but it has nothing to do with you. "

"Thar is not even an 'orc' now, even if I want to support him, I can't get the support of the soldiers. Even his clan may not accept him."

Bu Rocks sighed, and he said:

"He still has a lot to learn."

"The ancestors are protecting him, and he is destined to learn quickly."

Ner'zhul replied in a low voice, but Bu Rocks didn't answer, he handed the gemstone urn in his hand to Ner'zhul and said:

"Since you are going back to Dellano, please take the last trace of Orgrim back to his homeland, and send it to the sacred mountain of Oshu'gun in Nagrand, where he is worthy to be buried with the honored chieftains.

Or send it back to the wilds of Gorgrond to the members of the Blackrock Clan.

In addition, Thrall said that in the not-too-distant future, he may go to the world of Dellano and visit the hometown of us orcs. If possible, I hope you will be his tour guide and take him around our world.

Take him to Frostfire Ridge to see the ancestral land of the Frostwolf clan, take him to Gorgrond to see the scenery of the endless wilderness, and then take him on a pilgrimage to Nagrand, and let Grandma Gaiaan see this outstanding young man. people.

Finally, take him to the ruins of Tongtian Peak and Shadowmoon Valley, and let him see for himself the sins we have committed. "

"It's too difficult for you to be a dying person."

Ner'zhul sighed.

After a few seconds, he nodded and said:

"Then I will pray to death again, I hope death can give me more time. Go, go, don't disturb me until tomorrow morning, I have to carry out an important ceremony.

Also, bring Warchief Red here, I have something to talk to him about. "

Bu Rocks nodded, got up and left the tent, and ordered the surrounding Kor'kron guards to stay away from the tent, so as not to be affected by Ner'zhul's ceremony.

Although in the cognition of their generation of orcs, Ner'zhul is an out-and-out loser.

He failed to see through Gul'dan's tricks, nor prevented the establishment of the Shadow Council, nor prevented the orcs from drinking the blood of demons.

But Bu Rocks respected the old shaman.

Probably out of the same mentality, Bu Rocks could feel Ner'zhul's mind at this time, and like him, this old orc was also using his own methods to make up for his mistakes.

After Bu Rocks left, Ner'zhul began his "ritual".

He rubbed the elemental emblem in his hand, and in a gust of wind, Al Abbas, the god of lamps dressed strangely, quietly appeared in Ner'zhul's tent.

As soon as the elemental demigod saw the air coins piled up in front of him, his tone became a little enthusiastic.

It rubbed its paws and said:

"I knew that my friend Bu Laike Shaw was very reliable. The guests he recommended were all high-quality customers. Tell me, old orc with a dead heart, what do you want from a generous element merchant?"

"Pay back what I owe first."

Ner'zhul pushed a large pile of air coins in front of him.

Al Abbas laughed, and pocketed all the coins with a wave of his claws. At the same time, Bu Laike, who was flying in the sky, also had a small pocket full of air coins.

That is the "debt" that is being paid.

The pirates opened it, counted it, and blew a whistle. Ner'zhul gave a thousand "handling fee". Tsk tsk, as expected of someone who has been famous before, this is really particular about doing things.

After repaying the arrears, Ner'zhul proposed his own trading conditions to the lamp god element:

"I want to use the remaining air coins to ask the great elemental demigod to transform my soul."

The old shaman narrowed his eyes, the white skull emblem on his face seemed to come alive at this moment, he said:

"I want you to transform me into a semi-elemental creature immune to all pain."

"Well, that's a rare request."

The well-informed element merchants were stunned for a moment, and it said:

"Are you trying to escape death with this?"

"No, quite the opposite."

Ner'zhul smiled, and replied mysteriously, but did not explain much. And before the ritual of transforming the soul began, he proposed a second deal:

"I want the core of four elemental lords, each of which needs to be earth, fire, water, and wind. It cannot be repeated, and the grade must be high enough."

"This is big business!"

When Al Abbas heard the old orc's request, its reminder suddenly swelled and then shrunk, representing its own excitement. It rubbed its paws and said:

"Such a big business requires a deposit, and the air coins here can't pay the deposit at all."

"I have collateral!"

Ner'zhul said in a deep voice:

"I have a junior who declared that he wanted to save his world as a means of winning people's hearts, but from today on, everything he does will no longer be a slogan, but a real promise!

In this way, I can declare him the true orc warchief.

I pledge everything the Orthodox tribe owns as collateral!

If I can't come up with the payment for the elemental core within three years, then everything in the entire orthodox tribe will belong to you!

Whether it is wealth, power, materials, or the body and soul of all creatures who join the orthodox tribe, it belongs to you. If you want, I can ask him to sign a contract with you.

From now on, you will have the right to take part of all the trophies captured by Red Blackhand and his warriors. "

"what?"

Just now when he entered the tent, the beaming Chief Red immediately widened his eyes when he heard this.

What the hell?

Before the great chief himself spoke, his foundation became collateral?

Good luck Ner'zhul!

What are you planning to do?

To rebel!

(end of this chapter)