Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 686 17. The savior of Azeroth, the nemesis of the world destroyer, the hero of the blue dragon, His highness the star of the dragon light is back!

It was just dawn, and the old orc Eitrigg, who hadn't slept well last night and dreamed back and forth repeatedly, yawned and pushed the door out.

Wearing a linen robe, he was about to pick up a hoe to take care of a few fields he had opened up, and feed his pigs by the way, and he was planning to go out recently to get some vegetable seeds back.

As a result, as soon as he went out, he saw a guy jump out of the morning light in the mountains, grinned a warm smile, and punched him in the face.

"plop"

Caught off guard, the poor old orc was dizzy from the powerful punch of the tide.

He took a step back and fell to the ground.

Of course, he was a famous orc warrior when he was young, and although he is old now, he is not powerless.

The moment he was knocked down, he grabbed the dagger hidden at the door to fight back, but was kicked off the dagger by the stinky pirate who came forward, and was flew out by the high-speed rotating shadow moonblade, easily killing him with his own hands. Made of wooden table divided in two.

"Snapped"

Flying around in the narrow room, the shadow moon blade bounced three times and destroyed everything inside. It bounced back to Braike's hand, was lifted up by the pirates, and hit the old man with panda eyes. On the neck of the orc.

There were drops of blood dripping from the edge of the forked blade of the moon blade, and the slight pain in the neck made the old orc's eyes widen.

After he saw the person's figure clearly, but as if the final moment that he had been pondering for a long time had finally arrived, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes calmly, and finally raised his head.

Putting on a look of eagerness to kill.

"You finally found me. It has been a year since the end of the war, and the efficiency of the alliance is still as slow as ever."

He said something in a very standard human language, trying to provoke the pirates so that he could have a good time.

Apparently, he took Laike as an official agent of the League, and thought that this young and amazing guy with amazing methods was here to take his life.

"Hey, Mr. Eitrigg, you were once the adjutant of Orgrim, the wise and mighty orc chieftain. It's only been a year, and your knowledge has become so bad?"

Bo Laike put down the Moonblade, drew out the short-barreled shotgun hanging from his chest, and tapped the muzzle of the gun on the white-haired head of Eitrigg who was waiting to die, jokingly said:

"Do you really think that the alliance officials can invite such a mighty assassin like me to take the life of a penniless old orc in his dying years?"

The words were spoken by Bo Laike in pure Orcish, and Eitrigg's eyes snapped open.

He re-examined Laike in front of him, and saw the Skull of Gul'dan hanging from the latter's neck and the skull jug on his waist. This combination of evil things made the guy in front of him really look like an official.

"If it's not an official matter between the Alliance and the Horde, then it's a personal grievance? Did I kill your friends and relatives? Or some other reason?"

Eitrigg asked back:

"Open your eyes and see.

There is nothing here but an orc who intends to die here alone, alone. Don't you believe in the nonsense of the 'Great Chief's Treasure' that is rumored among the people? "

"Orgrim has a fart treasure, and I watched him die with my own eyes."

Bu Laike pouted disdainfully and said:

"He died a miserable death, leaving me with nothing but a good dog. Now, no kidding, Warlord Eitrigg.

I came here and asked a very good friend to help me find you because of two things. "

Laike took a step back and let Eitrigg get up slowly. He looked at the lonely old orc man who once held a high position in front of him, and said:

"First, to say thank you for another friend of mine."

"That friend of yours shouldn't be human?"

Eitrigg patted the dust off himself, and said:

"I don't think a human would say thank you to an orc."

"Yes, she is not human."

Bo Laike coughed and said:

"Her name is Garona Haverson, a wild and free half-orc. I first met her in the Hinterlands, when Orgrim went to Quel'Thalas, and she had just Escape from your custody.

Although she rarely mentioned it, I can probably guess that you let her go.

Otherwise, given her situation at the time, it would have been impossible for her to escape from the heavily guarded base camp of the orcs.

You were Warlord of the Old Horde in the Hinterlands.

Armed there with Saurfang, the Alliance champions and dwarves suffered.

To be honest, if there were more sober and wise high-level warlords like you in Orgrim's command at that time, and a few less bastards like Gul'dan or Gorefiend, the difficulty for the Alliance to win would be as high as heaven. .

I don't know why you released Garona in private, but without your momentary soft-heartedness, her fate might have been very different.

She never said thank you to you.

As his friend, I feel I should make up for her faux pas. "

Eitrigg pursed his lips at Bo Laike's words.

The former high-ranking warlord and now lonely old orc sighed. He didn't seem to want to talk too much about this issue.

He just nodded coldly, then continued to stare at Bu Laike with those ridiculous panda eyes.

A guy as smart as he had already guessed that the second thing that Laike came over today was the real point.

In other words, today this can be regarded as "beginning with etiquette and then soldiers".

"As for the second thing, it's even simpler."

Bu Laike whistled, and beside the grass outside the thatched house, the little murloc wearing a warrior training uniform came out ghostly, holding a black emblem in its hand.

It ran over, threw the emblem to Laike, walked around Eitrigg's room again, and came out disappointed.

There's nothing in it, not even trash!

Old Garney was about to cry when he came over.

"Here is this for you. This is the 'Letter of Engagement' I gave you in place of Chief Red Blackhand."

Bo Laike played with the Blackhand mark in his hand, and threw the emblem bearing the crest of the Blackrock Clan to Eitrigg, saying:

"You served as an adjutant to the picky Orgrim Doomhammer before, which has proved your ability. After taking over Blackrock Mountain, Chief Red has been working hard to build an ancient orc-based The 'orthodox tribe' framed by tradition.

But it is a pity that despite the great chief Red's hard work and respect for the corporals, he really lacks people with brains to help him make suggestions.

What I mean is that there are more orcs in the orthodox tribe than one by one, but it is impossible to have a think tank with the ability to come up with strategic ideas.

Bu Rocks Saurfang barely counts as half, and Drek'Thar, the legendary shaman who is about to join the orthodox Horde, counts as one.

But the problem is that this one and a half think tanks and Chief Red are not of the same mind.

He desperately needs someone who can advise him. "

The smelly pirate stopped talking at this point.

Because the old Eitrigg in front of him was looking at him with a strange look.

The old orc touched the emblem in his hand, and said in a strange and hesitant tone:

"Is the Red you're talking about the same as the Red I'm thinking of right now? Red Blackhand, the chieftain of the Black-toothed Grinning Clan? He's the only one who still 'works hard', 'Corporal Respectful'?

Are you mistaking the others for Red? Or was that kid from the mafia family caught by something evil? Can a guy like him be Warchief?

Are you sure you're not joking with me? "

"I knew it."

Eitrigger's reaction didn't exceed Bo Laike's expectation, the pirate rolled his eyes and thought how bad you were, Red Blackhand, before you were trained by yourself?

Why do any old orcs always look disdainful when they mention you?

But if you complain about it, you still have to do it.

Bu Laike coughed and stopped bragging about Red's "brilliant talent".

This is a knowledgeable person in front of him, and he can't just rely on cheating. So he thought about it, and put it another way, "persuading" Eitrigg to accept the appointment.

"click"

The hammer of the double-barrelled short-barreled shotgun in Bo Laike's hand was pulled back, the black muzzle of the gun was pressed against Eitrigg's forehead, and the stinky pirate's finger was on the trigger.

He took out a soul stone in his other hand and suspended it in the palm of his hand.

He said to the old orc in front of him in a very kind tone:

"Either you accept the appointment to help Red, or I will take your soul there. Anyway, Red is a vegetarian, and probably doesn't care about having a 'death knight' as an advisor by his side.

Ok.

I feel more and more that this is a good idea now.

Undead will not be disturbed by emotions, and can always make the most favorable judgments for the situation. Apart from their own suffering, they are completely the most perfect think tank candidates.

A warrior like you shouldn't be afraid of pain, right? "

He asked so seriously.

Eitrigg didn't think that the guy in front of him was really joking, as he could tell from the way he knocked him down just now, the guy in front of him was definitely covered in blood on his hands.

And I don't know if it was an illusion, when I looked at him, it was as if I saw the natural enemy of the orcs.

"Wait! You are the 'orc killer' in the alliance army!"

Eitrigg suddenly remembered a rumor at the end of the war, he exclaimed, and spoke of Braike's once unimpressive name.

"Well, you can call me that."

The pirate curled his lips and said:

"Of course I have a new name now, although I don't know what they call me yet, but I will definitely have a more prestigious nickname.

But I wouldn't mind being an orc slayer again right now.

And I could be the 'old orc killer who was once a good old swineherd'.

do you understand me?

In fact, you can go over and have a look. Let me tell you, Reid is no longer the black second generation full of problems. Although he is still very hip, he is barely a good ruler.

Even the Frostwolf clan has gone to join him, so it's obvious, right?

Oh, right.

The orphan of the Frostwolf that Orgrim was thinking of before he died is also with him. You should know who I'm talking about. "

"Guyle?"

Eitrigg did know the name.

There was a flash of light in the old orc's eyes, he looked down at the black hand emblem on sale, and after a few seconds, he said:

"How should I get there?"

"Simple!"

Bu Laike put away his pistol, pointed behind him, and said:

"Turn left when you go out, there is a newly built garbage dump at the edge of the forest, call old Garni's name in front of the garbage dump, and someone will send you to Black Rock Mountain.

The 'ticket money' has already been counted with Chief Red, you only need to bring what you need to bring.

If there really is a 'Treasure of Orgrim', then you'd better leave it to me, it will make me feel better. In addition, those few pigs in your backyard should be abandoned, right? "

The stinky pirate rubbed his stomach, took out a sharp dagger and held it in his hand, and walked towards the pigsty in the backyard, muttering:

"I flew all night last night and haven't eaten yet."

The little murloc croaked and followed behind the owner, still holding a knife and fork in its left and right paws. It is also rubbing its belly. It has not eaten since last night.

They just left Eitrigg where he was.

A few minutes later, there was a scream of a dying pig in the pigsty, as well as the noisy cheers of the little murlocs, the howling of wolves and the purring of a big bear from nowhere.

The old orc carried a small burden, put on the leather armor he wore when he was the warlord, and carried a battle ax on his back. He walked into the forest without looking back, and ran towards his new life.

"Old Fording should thank me, even if he has no reason to thank me."

Bu Laike complained that a bonfire was built, and the little murloc next to him was shaving the dead pigs, and the few remaining domestic pigs in Eitrigg's pigsty were being shared and eaten by stupid wolves and fat bears.

This Eitrigger is really a qualified swineherd, and several pigs raised by him are fat and strong.

This will make everyone happy.

Then something unpleasant happened.

"whoosh"

The old man Sakir, who was hung by the pirates as an ornament at his waist, jumped up suddenly as if awakened, and shouted in a deep voice:

"Teleport warning! There's something opening up space, and that guy's targeting you. It's coming towards you! Fast! Left! Give it a slap!"

Hit it hard! "

As Sakir yelled frantically, Bu Laike quickly pulled out the Moonblade from his waist, made the thing spin in his hand, and threw it to the left.

In the next second, the light of the teleportation technique bloomed on the left hand side of the pirate. It had not been seen for half a month, and the happy little star was walking out of it holding the magic sword, with a smirk on his face, trying to scare the captain for a while. Jump.

As a result, as soon as he jumped out of the portal, the roaring Moon Blade slashed towards him, causing Little Xingxing to squat down with his eyes wide open and a scream.

Here came a crouching defense.

"Yo, look who this is."

Bu Laike's weird laughter sounded in front of her, saying:

"Isn't this our great Terminator, the blue dragon hero Little Xingxing, who walked away without saying a word for so long, and finally had enough playing outside, and knows to go home?

Say!

When did you give me the magical beacon unleashed on me? How do I not notice. "

"You missed the 'savior of Azeroth'!"

Little Xingxing rushed forward with a roar, and bit on Bu Laike's left hand, clenching his hand like a puppy and refusing to let go, the stinky pirate jumped up and down in pain.

He beat Little Xingxing's head vigorously, and then managed to pull out his bleeding hand.

"Who did you learn your bad habits from!"

Bu Laike scolded, seeing Little Xingxing grinning at him, he pretended to be disgusted and said:

"His Highness Little Xingxing, what are you doing here this time? Is there anything I can do to serve His Highness? You only need to give me an order, so why come here in person?"

"I'll ignore you no matter how weird you are, hum!"

Little Xingxing wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, raised his head with folded arms, and said in a long voice:

"I'm back this time, but I have something big to do, a really big thing, it's an honor for you, the stinky captain, to take part in it, why don't you hurry up and beg me, let me take you to see the world.

Let me tell you, if you miss it, you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life. "

(end of this chapter)