Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 675 6. Siege of Alterac

Bu Laike has a "Book of Hate".

This is a real thing, and it has been kept by his most trusted little idiot murloc.

Since his rebirth, the narrow-minded pirate has been secretly recording the names of those bastards who offended him, as well as the information of those he dislikes.

Now it has filled more than half of the notebook.

These include but are not limited to Talon Gorefiend who bullied him, and the newly added Gilneans, as well as the abominable Dailin who was written a long time ago, and all the tidesages of the Church of the Storm.

Of course, there must be one Maiev Shadowsong name among them.

Lady Maiev's name was written in every language the stinking pirates knew, nearly filling two pages. I know it represents Bu Laike's resentment towards that woman, but I don't know that I thought it was the dog licking diary.

However, many of the above names have been drawn with slashes, representing the elimination of hatred and the physical demise of the hatred owner.

As we all know, Bu Laike Shaw is a very "magnanimous" stinky pirate, it doesn't matter if you offend him, you just need to apologize and pay attention in your next life.

In this regard, he is really very "nuclear and amiable".

Just when Laike got a new weapon at his fingertips, and was going to find a bastard to practice his hands with, under the silent gaze of a group of legendary spellcasters, when he frantically flipped through the small books full of black materials, a piece of Unexpected circumstances interrupted his nagging "finding the enemy".

"squeak"

Stinky Pirate's beloved trade wind crow flapped its wings from a high-altitude window with a piece of paper in its mouth, and landed lightly on Bo Laike's shoulder.

While curiously looking at the evil skull floating next to the pirate, she gracefully put the letter in her mouth into Bo Laike's hand, and then smoothed the wings with the bird's beak.

"Hey, this strange creature"

Suspended next to the pirate, a high-level spellcaster like Mr. Sakir, who was using the Enlightenment Seal to open his own wisdom seal, naturally discovered the abnormality of the little trade wind crow.

But before it opened its mouth to reveal the secret, it was caught by Bu Laike and thrown into the pirate's magic suitcase amidst the old man's angry yelling.

"Noisy and talkative stuff, it's annoying to watch."

The pirate complained fiercely.

Gently stroking the head of the trade wind crow, he took a few fat bugs he had just caught from the little murloc, and fed them to his "flying raptor".

While helping her straighten the bird feathers on her head, she said in a soft voice:

"Ah, the poor little guy must be terrified by that ugly evil skull, it's okay, it's okay, it's just a wraith snatched from the devil's hand.

However, it seems to know some invasion plan of the Burning Legion, which seems to be aimed at the night elves who made the demons taste the shame 10,000 years ago.

Tsk tsk, felt a moment of silence for those sad elves.

These evil demons are really persistent in destroying them. The crazy guy just said that the legion seems to be sending lurkers to Azeroth or something.

Wow, that's really scary. "

Saying something that made Miss Hilisa Crow very concerned, the stinky pirate opened the letter in his hand, and the eyes of Keir Rogge on his shoulder turned to look at the text on the envelope.

This letter was forwarded by the pirates' "royal postman" Old Garni, and it was signed by the border city of Steinbrad in the Kingdom of Alterac.

The not-so-good but very terse grammar proves that the writer was probably of military origin. Coupled with the pretentious code word on the envelope, Bo Laike knew who the letter was from.

He curled his lips and looked carefully.

The "Albatross" Auriden Perenold, who he threw out in the kingdom of Alterac, brought good news. According to him, the first batch of elite soldiers of the Alliance, commanded by General Turalyon, entered Alteran today. Gram border.

The first batch of sergeants consisted of 6,000 soldiers, plus the 5,000-man army assembled by Oriden in the kingdom, plus the 2,000 private soldiers of the Barov family, the number was enough to start to entrenched in the Alterac Valley. The first phase of the expulsion of the Frostwolf orcs began.

Moreover, Dalaran also sent two archmages to fight together, specifically to deal with the legendary shaman of the Frostwolf clan and their acting chief Drek'Thar.

In the letter, Auriden proudly told the master behind him that he had reached a business agreement with the Stormpike clan under the Bronzebeard Dwarf Kingdom according to Laike's instructions.

As the future king of Alterac, he contracted the mining rights of various mineral veins in the valley to those dwarves who have been trying to enter the Alterac Mountains.

In exchange, the Stormpike dwarves have provided Auriden's legion with an excellent armament.

And those Stormpike dwarves who have a good relationship with the Wildhammer dwarves promised to send their own goat cavalry and an army of griffin knights to assist in the battle after the war began.

According to Auriden's current observations, coupled with the opinion of the "Ice Blood" earl beside him who is experienced in war, with the assistance of the Knights of the Silver Hand and the dwarves, the upcoming battle to expel the orcs will be very difficult. It may be over in half a month.

After all, their opponent this time was not the old tribe that was so powerful that the entire human civilization trembled, but an orc clan that was expelled from the old tribe.

According to the preliminary investigation of the Uncrowned, the current number of the Frostwolf clan is around 4,000, and the number of mature warriors they can fight, regardless of whether they are male or female, is only about 2,500.

Even if there is a legendary shaman and a bunch of high-ranking wolf cavalry on the opposite side, with the support of the precise information brought by the Uncrowned and the powerful offensive formed by human beings' targeted arrangements, the defeat of the Frostwolf clan is only a matter of time .

If those orcs didn't plan to flee before the war started, a large-scale decisive battle would be enough to break the backbone of these cunning orcs who had been entrenched in the heart of mankind for seven years!

"Ah, it's finally started."

After Bu Laike finished reading the letter, he stood up with his shoulders moving, turned his head and said to the little murloc:

"Go, give this letter to Eudora and Maim, they will know how to do it, four thousand orcs, plus their wargs, are just as big as the carrying capacity of those small ships.

Just taking advantage of this opportunity, I asked Eudora to drive all her boats to Booty Bay to register, and it was also time for the 'Wharton Trading Company' to be officially laundered.

Someone should take over this decent business in Beihai. "

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"I don't understand, Wa Locke, why do we have to wait here? My people are in the mountains, aren't the humans going to attack them?

Shouldn't we go and warn them now? "

On the southern mountain pass of the Alterac Mountains, in a snow-covered valley nearly 100 kilometers away from the Dalaran Crater, the young orc Thrall was wearing a warm hunting suit and a white fur hunter's cloak. , was sitting by a bonfire in a cave, roasting the goat meat in his hand, and at the same time asked the legendary orc who was sitting cross-legged on the opposite side, eating the barbecue with big mouthfuls.

Faced with this question, Va Locke Saurfang didn't even bother to answer.

The legendary orc boldly killed a leg of lamb, even if it was grilled over charcoal with a little coarse salt, it still didn't affect the legendary warrior's good appetite.

He threw the bone to the black wolf lying there wagging his tail behind him, the latter bit the bone with a groan, and began to eat it with gusto.

Saurfang took another piece of meat that had been hardened by the local harsh climate, threaded it on a wooden stick, and roasted it on the bonfire.

He didn't even bring his iconic battle axe, nor did he wear any armor. Just like Thrall, he wore a hunting suit for activities in the snow and a warm cloak.

This seemed to mean that the legendary warrior had no intention of fighting at all.

The wind and snow were blowing outside the cave, but the temperature inside the cave was very good. The legendary orc was roasting the meat very intently. His posture represented his attitude, which made Thrall, who was eating the roast leg of lamb next to him, a little depressed. .

From time to time, he looked at the wind and snow outside the cave, his blue eyes full of worry.

Even though he has never spent a single day with his own clansmen, after knowing that he is from the Frostwolf clan, he still feels that his destiny is tied to those clansmen who have never met before.

"Wa Locke, I"

Thrall asked again, only to be glared at by the legendary orc warrior.

Va Locke Saurfang looked at the wind and snow outside the cave, and said in a deep voice:

"Don't ask, eat honestly, in this weather, unless you are a shaman, if you dare to go out, you will get lost in the terrifying snowstorm.

If we orcs can't get out, no matter how many soldiers humans come, they won't be able to attack immediately.

What we are going to meet is a legendary shaman. You child must not know what kind of power a shaman represents in our civilization.

Now I doubt very much that this blizzard covering the entire mountain range is a strategic spell specially summoned by Drek'Thar to hinder the advance of mankind.

What are you worried about?

You were not allowed to come, you should stay at Blackrock Spire now and learn how to be an orc with Red. Since you insist on coming, then abide by the agreement.

In this operation, everything is under my command!

We eat without asking many questions! "

"Oh."

Thrall felt a little more at ease after hearing Va Locke's explanation.

As a young man who grew up in human society, he has only seen arrogant human mages casting spells, but he has never seen orc shamans.

This is normal.

At the time when the old tribes invaded Azeroth, the shaman inheritance in the orc civilization had been cut off.

He didn't understand what kind of terrifying scene a legendary shaman could create in such a "blessed" environment as the Alterac Mountains.

But now, looking at the blizzard whizzing outside the cave and drowning everything, this is much more powerful than the blizzard set off by the mages.

For the first time, the young Thrall had a strong interest in the profession of shaman.

"Ahem, it's good to eat."

Just as Thrall lowered his head to gnaw on the meat, a familiar voice sounded outside the cave. Thrall quickly grabbed the battle ax beside him. This reaction made Saurfang, who had been observing him, very satisfied.

He felt that Thrall had the great talent to become a powerful fighter, especially his sharp reflexes, which definitely inherited the deadly swiftness of the Frostwolf warriors.

But Va Locke himself did not make any hostile actions.

He glanced back at the person who came in from the cave, and handed over the uncooked meat.

"Thanks, I came here after I was full."

Bu Laike looked at the goat meat full of smell and charred grill marks in front of him, he shrugged and declined the offer.

Behind him was the evil eye of the sorcerer, who was wearing an elf robe, carrying an evil dog staff, and a dried troll magician's skull hanging from his waist, and two black stone orc marauders covered in snow.

Xieyan held a black summoning ritual stone in his hand.

That's what he used to summon Boo Laike from Tol Barad to the Alterac Mountains just now, with the assistance of two Marauders.

This kind of ritual stone is very troublesome to make, and it will be broken after only one or two uses. It is not worth making on a large scale, but it is a very good experience to use it at this critical moment.

It's really much more convenient than the portals of the mages.

Of course, the premise is that there is a high-level warlock who can activate the summoning ritual stone, and two companions who are willing to help "pull people" can be found.

This job is very difficult to do.

The pressure of tearing apart the space and opening up the transmission channel will be evenly distributed among all the people who presided over the ceremony and participated in the ceremony. This kind of spiritual and magical pressure is amazing.

For a master warlock like Bu Laike, this pressure is nothing.

But looking at the bad faces of the two Blackstone Marauders who walked into the cave with tired faces and fell asleep, it is clear that these poor guys who know nothing about magic have almost emptied all their energy by this summoning .

"Huh? Why is Thrall here?"

Cloth Laike, wearing a white bear fur cloak, sat cross-legged by the campfire, took off his elegant black leather gloves, warmed himself by the flames, and looked at the young orc sitting next to him in amazement.

He turned to Saurfang and said:

"Do you really think it's the right choice for this young man with the 'beast's face and heart' to meet his people? As far as I know, the Frostwolf is the most conservative and traditional clan among all the orc clans.

A unique individual like him would definitely be rejected by those frost wolf orcs. "

"I didn't let him come."

Va Locke Saurfang said dissatisfied:

"He was the one who ran out by himself while Bu Rocks was looking for Grom's void.

That idiot Reid failed to find out, and ended up running all the way here from the hills alone. It's a good thing that he has his people in his heart, but being so reckless makes me doubt whether he can accomplish great things. "

"It's all right, young man."

Bu Laike grinned and snapped his fingers to the evil eye standing behind him. The latter immediately took out a map of animal skins and handed it over. The pirate threw the map to Locke and said:

"This is their retreat route. Take a look. If there is no problem, we can start when the snowstorm subsides."

The legendary orc took the map and opened it for a look. After a few seconds, he said:

"With so many ships in the Hinterlands, won't it attract attention? And let's say it in advance, we orc losers are poor and have no money to hire you."

"It's okay, you don't need to pay for it."

The smelly pirate yawned big, turned his head and glanced at Thrall, and said:

"The Frostwolf clan will pay the money. Even before we meet, they already owe me a lot of favors. Tsk tsk, I like this kind of business. It's a steady profit."

(end of this chapter)