Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1249 345. The fifty-dollar good brother should pay more---monthly ticket plus updates [14/25

Chapter 1249 345. The fifty-dollar good brother should pay more - monthly ticket plus updates [1425]

"You've been a chief for such a long time, so you don't have any experience or anything?"

In the iconic Chieftain's Hall in Blackrock Tower, the four braziers set up in the corners were still burning. These fire pits were standard equipment for the orcs, and the greenskins actually hated the cold.

Except, of course, the Frostwolf Orcs.

In the closed hall, Black sat on Red's chief's throne with a headache on his face, while Chief Red controlled his fat body with a low eyebrow and poured wine for the captain himself.

Looking at the joyful expression on his face, it was as if Blake had come and all the headaches that had caused him could be solved.

This open attitude made the pirate very uncomfortable.

He used to take advantage of others, so how come he is here with Red, as if he is working for this extremely tired chief?

"Look what you said, Captain, I am also a human being, how can I not have any experience at all?"

Red didn't care about Black's attitude. He poured the wine and said:

"I have maintained a good relationship with the Dark Iron Dwarves. Thanks to my efforts, the Stormwind Kingdom's legions in Redridge Mountains did not march into the Burning Plains, and the Bronzebeard Dwarves stopped in the desolate land.

I really can't be as aggressive as Orgrim, but I can maintain my success.

This is what you taught me.

See how well I studied? "

"Yes, I did learn well."

Blake was speechless and glanced at Red's room behind the chief's hall. Although the door was closed, he could still feel that there were two female orcs cleaning the room.

Moreover, there seemed to be new life gestating in the bellies of the two female orcs.

It seems that Red, the great chief, is really busy.

While dealing with major tribal affairs, we must also strengthen the bloodline inheritance of the Blackhand family. No wonder Maimu has been saying that his brother is very hard after returning from visiting relatives in Blackstone Mountain some time ago.

After a long time of fussing, is it actually so "hard work"?

"Brothers Drek'Thar and Saurfang haven't overthrown you from the throne of warchief. This is really a strange thing. How on earth can they tolerate you, who is greedy for money and lust, and has no dignity at all as warchief?" Asshole?

Teach me this green-skinned wisdom. I also want to learn from you and be a hands-off shopkeeper. I don’t have to worry about anything, and things will be done naturally.

It's simply great. "

The pirate picked up the wine glass and asked Red.

The warchief also picked up his overly large wine glass made from the skull of a Dark Iron dwarf. After clinking glasses with Black, he drank the cold wine in one gulp.

After moaning happily, he wiped his mouth, then rubbed his chin and said:

"Maybe it's because I'm the only one who can feed the orcs of the orthodox tribe? I'm the only one who has enough money to pay the soldiers, and the only one who has the means to buy enough weapons and armor from the Dark Iron dwarves and goblins?

The commercial trade and food sales of the entire orthodox tribe are in my hands. The Burning Plains cannot grow food. Without me, they will starve.

In order to fill their stomachs, no matter how unwilling they are, they can only choose the traditional method of "borrowing food".

But when everyone has enough to eat, no one wants to fight.

If a leader can't even keep his soldiers fed, then why should the soldiers overthrow an 'incompetent man' who allows them to eat meat twice a week and drink wine every day? "

Red laughed, spread his hands, and said to Blake:

"Captain, these are all things you taught me last time. I have always kept them in mind. But now the situation has developed beyond my control, and Delano cannot ignore it.

After all, I have always told my soldiers that the orthodox tribes do not care about Azeroth, and sooner or later we must return to our hometown with dignity.

Even the peons of the orthodox tribe have learned this by heart. If I choose to turn a blind eye to Draenor's request for help at this time, then the soldiers will doubt my leadership.

The brothers Drek'Thar and Saurfang couldn't come up with a good solution. Eitrigg told me that no matter what the cost, if you want to maintain the unity of the orthodox tribe, you must grit your teeth and fight it.

I also have a headache. "

The great chief panted, pulled over a chair, and put his "burly" body on the small chair, making the wooden chair make an overwhelmed sound.

He sighed and said:

"My family knows their own affairs. Although the orthodox tribe seems to be strong now, it is just a showpiece. The shamans have worked very hard, but the impact of the demon blood has not been eliminated until now.

We have only been able to get enough food in the past few months, and population reproduction is not that easy. The ratio of men to women in the orthodox tribe is an exaggerated 12:1!

Those well-fed and energetic bastards fight over women every day, and it gives me a headache!

My tribe has only just recovered a little bit of its strength. We simply cannot support the bottomless pit of Draenor.

Fortunately, Ner'zhul also knew the situation on my side, so he only wanted food and supplies and did not ask for soldiers. This time it was Eitrigg's suggestion to capture the ogres and send them back.

My warlord feels that even if we make gestures, we must do enough.

Facts have proved that Eitrigg does have two tricks. After the news spread, the warriors in the tribe actively participated. They also wanted to do something for their hometown. "

"But how many ogres are there?"

Blake shook his head and said:

"If you capture all the ogres from these three areas and even the Redridge Mountains and Dusk Forest, you won't be able to form a legion. Such a small number of people will not even make a splash in Draenor, where demons are fully invading."

"Who says it isn't?"

Reid also looked confused and said:

"I started buying slaves from the Dark Iron Dwarves, but those bastards actually took advantage of the situation and raised the price. It's strange to say that the Dark Iron Dwarves have been very... how should I say this recently?

It's different from before. "

The great chief grabbed his own braid, which was not dignified, and said to his captain in a doubtful tone:

"Their emperor no longer refuses to trade with us, and the armor and weapons that he originally refused to sell have begun to be sold. Although the price is higher, we can still tolerate it.

After all, the dwarves' goods are famous for their high quality.

But when they started selling weapons, they also weakened the slave trade.

Those Black Iron untouchables were ignored at first, but now it is said that their emperor has begun to give the untouchables a way out, allowing them to form an army and so on. This suddenly doubled the number of Black Iron's troops.

Moreover, in order to obtain their identity, those untouchables fought extremely bravely. Not long ago, they simply defeated a group of ogres who were trying to seize the mine with them. This victory gave Thaurissan that bastard more confidence to speak.

I don't think this is something that Thaurissan's burned-out stone head could come up with.

Captain, I now doubt that the Dark Iron dwarves, like me, have found very powerful think tanks for themselves. "

"Well, Thaurissan didn't just find himself a think tank."

Blake grinned and said mysteriously:

"It seems that news of Emperor Kurogane's wedding will come soon. Remember to send gifts when the time comes. According to their current situation, the hostility between you and Kurogane may soon end.

Maybe they will take the initiative to request an alliance from you.

However, let’s not talk about the Dark Iron Dwarves for now. Let’s continue talking about Draenor. Ner’zhul is doing big things there. Although I don’t know the current situation very well, I guess that the elemental spirits of Draenor have been released. ? "

"not yet."

Reid lowered his voice and whispered:

"Ner'zhul sent me a letter, saying that he planned to set up a trap to defeat the demons invading Shadowmoon Valley at once while releasing the elemental spirits.

The Saurfang brothers brought the Kor'kron Guards back to Draenor this time to cooperate with his operations. "

"Is that so?"

Blake frowned slightly and said:

"This is very risky. If the Fire King Lukenson is reversely controlled by the devil, Shadowmoon Valley will be doomed. This old guy is really a sign of going crazy."

"I don't know what he is doing, but Drek'Thar said it was a 'great sacrifice'. Those shamans are always mysterious and unwilling to say more when talking about this issue. It's really annoying. .”

Red snorted in displeasure.

He looked at Blake again and brought up the topic just now, but this time, Red was much more cautious. He whispered his true thoughts:

"Captain, I've been wondering if I could use your connections to open up the large and small orc shelters on the eastern continent."

"Um?"

Blake looked at Reid in surprise. He felt that this was not an idea that Reid could come up with.

He asked:

"What are you going to do?"

"My compatriots are just prisoners when they stay with humans. I also know that Gilneas has been in trouble with other kingdoms because of the huge cost of maintaining the asylum."

Reid blinked and said:

"Those orcs suffering from demonic blood can't work, and they have to be raised by humans for nothing. Why bother? Release them all, I will accept them in the name of the orthodox tribe, and then send them all back to Draenor.

I know that humans will definitely not trust my guarantee, so I need someone who can speak to all the major forces in various kingdoms to vouch for me.

I can even allow humans to send observers over to supervise the entire process.

I just think that instead of wasting their lives in Azeroth, a world that does not welcome us, it is better for my compatriots to go home and make some contributions to their hometown.

In this way, humans can solve a big problem, and Ner'zhul will also be relieved of a lot of pressure. "

"It's a good idea, but have you considered demon blood?"

Blake stared at Reid and asked seriously:

"Orcs suffering from demonic blood are basically equivalent to useless people. With their souls shattered, they can no longer fight, and even living with dignity is a luxury.

Sending them back will only increase the burden on the Draenor coalition. Unless you already have a terrible plan in mind.

Tell me, Red, how are you going to turn them into warriors again? "

The chief looked around, and after making sure no one was eavesdropping, he picked up the dry wine glass in front of him and made a "drink" gesture in front of Blake.

He whispered:

"I know this is a terrible thing to do, and I know I will be despised by many people if I do it, but Delano needs them to be brave again.

Fighting against the devil with the power of the devil may be their path to glory in liberating themselves. "

"No way."

The pirate showed an expression that said, "The orc's thinking is indeed true." He waved his hand and said:

"What you do will only create an additional army of servants for the demons. Not every orc can withstand the erosion of the demonic blood like the madmen of the Warsong clan.

The corruption of evil energy is not as thorough as that of void, but it is very rough and effective. Once contaminated for the second time, no matter how powerful the orcs are, they will be finished. "

"Then what else can we do?"

Reid helplessly spread his hands and said:

"This is the best I can think of."

"Oh, I call you stupid. You can think of reuniting the tribe. Call you smart, but your eyes have only been on the orcs. There are so many races in Azeroth, can't you look further ahead? "

Blake sighed, feeling sorry for Red's eccentric intelligence.

Under the gaze of the warchief who looked aggrieved after being complained about, the pirate took something out of his arms, slapped it on the table, and pushed it in front of Red's eyes.

That is a very simple and beautiful emblem.

It was filled with a brutal beauty, as if it were made from a mixture of bone and some kind of precious stone.

"This thing is called the Mark of the Chosen One. It was given to me by the Centaur Royal Court in Desolate Land to thank me for my contribution to Centaur civilization."

The pirate took out a bottle of Winterspring fire wine from his bag, bit off the stopper and took a sip from his mouth, and said to Red:

"Holding it is equivalent to me personally going in front of the barbarian rulers who are being civilized. The combat effectiveness of the Centaur, a natural mercenary civilization, has been perfectly demonstrated in the Pandaria War that just ended.

Even the peaceful panda people are full of praise for these savage and warlike warriors who are not afraid of life and death. The best thing is that the centaurs have long suffered from the pressure caused by overpopulation.

With just a little food and supplies, you can hire enough mercenaries from the Centaur Royal Court who are willing to fight for you.

This is also the advice that the political advisors I sent to them gave them for their future development.

The Centaur civilization will be world-famous in the future for delivering first-class mercenaries to any battlefield in the world, but they need a tragic war to show their own brand and reputation.

As it happens, you also have a war to fight, and you suffer from not having enough soldiers. "

Blake licked his lips and said to Red, whose eyes were shining:

"If this cheap and easy-to-use fifty-dollar good brother is used incorrectly, it will be a loss for both parties. There is another civilization facing the same problem in Kalimdor.

The living conditions of the quilboars in the Barrens are worse than that of centaurs, and they are more fertile than centaurs.

Do you get me? "

"understood!"

Reid rubbed his hands, picked up the Chosen One mark in front of him and hung it around his neck.

He patted his huge belly and said to the pirate:

"In order to show that I, the great chief, care and contribute to my hometown, I will personally go to the desolate place to select brave warriors for my hometown and my people."

"That's right."

Blake laughed, stood up and was about to leave, but was caught by Red.

The chief rubbed his hands in embarrassment and said:

"Well, all the money from the orthodox tribe has been used to buy food from the Pandaren. Maimu hasn't sent the funds for this month. I'm a little tight on money, Captain.

Can you lend me some first?

As soon as I have enough money, I will pay it back immediately, I promise!

You know me, I have always had a good reputation in this regard!

When I lost money playing cards on the ship, I paid it back with interest as soon as my salary arrived. No one on the Nagfar knew that I, Red, had the best character. "

"ha?"

Blake blinked and said:

"Are you sure you want to borrow money from me? This is the first time I've met someone who came to my door to kill me. Aren't you afraid that your tribe will go bankrupt because of the terrible loan?

Hey, besides, I don’t have any money to give you. I have plenty of ways to use my money.

Send someone to Gadgetzan, find an organization called the Yulian Gang, and say that I introduced you there. For my sake, Mrs. Guo Su will give you a very good discount.

Still want to steal my wool?

You cunning fat red

You deserve a beating! "

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