Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1251 1. The first principle of survival in Draenor: red-skinned orcs are all bad guys - more updates with monthly tickets [1625]

"Damn it! What a lousy place! I would rather live in the Dread Wastes for a year with a crazy mantid than stay in this damn place for one more day!"

After walking for less than ten minutes and being attacked for the fourth time by a group of hell hounds that appeared out of nowhere, the embarrassed traveler Zhou Zhuo dropped the pen in his hand angrily.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t fall.

Although the group of desperate hell hounds were cut into pieces by the demon hunter with gleaming eyes as soon as they rushed over, the "spit" that the bad guy spat before he died broke Zhou Zhuo's favorite pen.

It's just too bad.

Everything is terrible.

Before stepping into the Dark Portal, the Lorewalker was looking forward to a fantasy epic that no pandaren had ever completed. At this moment, he wished he could find a time machine in the surrounding garbage heaps and send himself back to where he was a few days ago. Decision night.

He felt that he must have been drunk before he agreed to allow Black to follow him on an adventure trip to Draenor.

Damn it!

If he had known that this place was such a shabby place, he should have agreed to Old Brian's invitation and followed him to the underground ruins called Uldaman.

Maybe there will be surprising discoveries there.

"Look at that weakling Pandaren. A group of hell hounds scared him. What if he doesn't faint from fright when he sees the magic mecha?"

The hateful sarcastic words coming from behind made Zhou Zhuo wish he could slap himself again.

The person who can make the always gentle panda so popular, the person who speaks must be the disgusting and disgusting Lord Black Shaw.

Compared to Zhou Zhuo's embarrassment, the stinky pirate is in quite good spirits.

Even a little excited.

He was riding on the back of Big Bear Big Horn, looking at the barren red wasteland in front of him with a nostalgic look.

The anxiety coming from under the ground cheered him up, the smell of sulfur in the air made him refreshed, and the various demons that appeared from nowhere and tried to bite off his head made the smelly pirate feel refreshed.

That’s right, this is the flavor!

A dying world filled with chaos, war, and death, this is what it should be like!

However, the desolate scene in front of him was slightly different from the Hellfire Peninsula in Blake's memory.

First of all, due to the lack of time and Ner'zhul's repeated horizontal jumps, Draenor has not exploded yet.

Therefore, although the Hellfire Peninsula is as desolate and abominable as the pirates remember, at least the land is still intact. From here, Blake can even see the distant sea filled with evil energy pollution.

That dark green sea is called the Zangar Sea, which is what the Draenor people call their ocean.

Secondly, also because the world has not been blown to pieces, there is still a weak but still regularly operating magic power underground in Hellfire Peninsula.

There is no magic network like Kaudala in this small world, so there are not many magic nodes in this world. The dying world makes the magic power go out of control, causing the spell casters to cast spells here with more destructive power.

Correspondingly, the magic power consumption will be greater.

Blake likes this kind of place, just like he likes the feeling that he just threw a cataclysm and threw an entire small demon-casting camp into the void together with hundreds of demons in it.

This made him feel like he had a huge advantage!

In the end, it was because there was no explosion in the world. Although the Hellfire Peninsula in front of him was really a damn ghost place, Blake, as a hunter, could still feel a faint trace of vitality from under this scorched earth.

This confirmed what he had been thinking all along.

As long as Draenor does not experience a devastating explosion, this world that has been repeatedly poisoned by various forces still has hope of recovery.

Well, after all, it is a world that has been personally noticed by Lord Aggramar. The vitality of the world of Draenor is actually not as fragile as it seems.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

The pirate rode on his bear, turned around and shouted to a group of obviously excited demon hunters:

"If you feel uncomfortable, tell me immediately."

"Uncomfortable? No, no, no."

Maris Demon Calamity held the moon blade still stained with demon blood and took a deep breath in this dying world. The extremely high concentration of evil in the air made his whole body tremble.

He said in a trembling voice:

"I feel like I'm at home here! This place reminds me of the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago, the feeling we had when we followed Lord Illidan across the battlefield.

Look, this evil energy doesn't even need to be absorbed by me, it will actively flow into my body. My inner demons are cheering, I feel like I can kill a Wrath Guard! "

"Your ideals are really pathetic, Wrath Guard. Well, I thought you felt like you could kill a Fel Lord."

Blake curled his lips disdainfully.

Then he gestured to the demon hunters following him and said:

"That's right, the 'uncomfortable' I mean refers to this guy's current psychotic state! Restrain your desires, Illidari, the evil energy here is at your disposal. You can explode in this world astonishingly. combat effectiveness.

But if you eat too much without restraint, then I will have to help Illidan clean up the door and kill you who are about to lose control with my own hands. "

"That's right!"

The sufferer Alturis, who has been frowning since he entered the Dark Portal and came to the world of Draenor, also said coldly:

"Turn off the hunting demon patterns on your body, and don't turn them on when you're not fighting! The evil energy here is too full, and it will tempt the inner demons to rebel.

I don’t want to see you lose control one after another, and don’t let Lord Illidan disappoint you! "

This is a strong statement.

The demon hunters obediently turned off the magic patterns on their bodies that automatically absorbed evil energy. This made them look uncool at all and made the pirates sneer at it.

Look at these third-rate hunters!

It's so sad that none of them can even control their own inner demons.

With a strange sense of pride, the pirate said to the Eredar twins in his mind:

"Hey, why don't you two resist? You two are just lying there and letting me drive you. It makes me feel very unfulfilled."

"Shut up!"

"Leave us alone!"

After the eredar twins scolded each other, they closed their hearts again. They really had no idea to say even one more word to their villainous master.

That guy's mouth will spit out venom, and just hearing it will pollute their pure demonic hearts.

Black, who had been rejected, really wanted to call these two Eredar girls out and beat them up on the spot. How could he talk to the warlock master! Kil'jaeden taught you this etiquette?

But if you think about it carefully, your behavior may be considered as a pervert that disrespects women, so let it go.

Why is he, a great pirate, angry with the female devil?

Lorewalker Zhou Zhuo packed up his luggage in a panic, and summoned the "Somersault Cloud" that all Lorewalkers would ration. It was actually a flying disc made with ancient Titan technology.

He stood on the Frisbee and swayed in the center of the large army. He held his scribe's sword in his hand and looked around. He also used a dwarf camera to record the hell-like scenery of Hellfire Peninsula.

The magma and sulfur-filled fire that erupt from the cracks in the ground from time to time are very dangerous. This is the first lesson Zhou Zhuo learned in this damn hell world.

"I just wanted to ask, why is this road so strange?"

Zhou Zhuo walked forward along a wide road that directly connected to the Dark Gate. After a few minutes, he finally couldn't help but ask:

"This road should be specially built, but why are there so many bones on the road? I just counted them, and in the ten minutes we traveled, we saw at least thousands of bones.

What happened here? "

"This road is called the 'Path of Glory'."

Blake glanced at the strange skull buried deep beside the compacted roadbed at his feet, and he whispered:

"It was built specifically by the orcs to build the Dark Portal. In order to repair the Dark Portal, the orcs cut down the entire jungle. Can you imagine that this desolate place was once a lush jungle?

It even has more trees and vines than Ashenvale.

The orcs at that time were crazy. They distorted the glory of their battles and used massacre as a means to demonstrate their strength. After the Dark Portal was built, the driven Draenei slaves were killed on the spot.

The skeletons you see are the last traces of the draenei.

Stop counting.

Countless.

The Draenei have lived in this world for more than two hundred years, with a population of nearly one million at their peak, but now there are less than 100,000 of them left. "

These words made Zhou Zhuo shudder, and the hairs on his neck stood up.

He couldn't help but look back at the few orcs following the team. Varok Saurfang, who led the team, did not offer any rebuttal. He and his warriors just walked in silence.

They controlled their wolves, trying not to trample on the bones on the road.

But there are too many bones

There are so many that even the agile wolf warriors cannot avoid every place accurately.

"Don't think that just because the orcs helped you in Pandaria, they are good men and women of faith."

Blake sneered and said:

"Humans' hatred of them is not without reason. Every orc warrior who reaches Azeroth alive is a butcher with blood on his hands.

They would never be able to integrate into that world and would have to hang out with low-class pirates like me.

This is their fate. "

"Haha, your evaluation of the orcs is exactly the same as that of the noble Queen."

The viper lady Vashj, who walks on land like a snake, spits out snake letters, complaining about the damn environment that makes her lose water quickly, and says to Black:

"Our great Queen admired the seven-year war between humans and orcs. She said that the orcs could only be used as weapons. They could not become a mature civilization until they got rid of the curse in their blood.

She said the orcs were pathetic, but they were really good at fighting.

She also planned to allocate a piece of land to the orcs in her empire, on the condition that the orcs would be unconditionally loyal to the great queen, but this suggestion was rudely rejected by the ridiculous Gul'dan.

This is probably the main reason why the miserable warlock ended up dead. He offended the supreme queen! "

"You see, the noble Queen and I both think so. This is what heroes think alike."

The pirate laughed and didn't care about other people's attitudes. He stopped where he was. After a few seconds, he said:

"Pathfinder is back, and I hope he brings us some good news."

As soon as Blake finished speaking, Rexxar's figure appeared in front of everyone. This big orc man ran over with his war bear. He said to everyone in front of them:

"The nearby evil orc tribe has noticed us, and their wolf cavalry is rushing towards this direction, intending to capture us and sacrifice us to their demon master.

In addition, Hellfire Fortress is full of demons and Fel Orc tribes loyal to them. The number of enemies inside is quite large. Our strength is not enough to capture this fortress!

Allies must be found locally. "

"So, where are the allies?"

The pirate blinked and looked at Rexxar, who did not disappoint him. He pointed to the northwest and said:

"Through the Hellfire Peninsula, there are traces of Draenei activities in the mountains. I guess they have built a front-line base here. However, it is not easy to get the Draenei to trust us.

What they’ve been through in the past.”

Rexxar was a little speechless when he said this. Although he had not participated in the orcs' extermination of the draenei, he was a bystander.

For Orc Batman, that means his hands aren't clean either.

"Trust is not an issue."

The pirate waved his hand and said:

"Although Sir Velen and I have never met, we have been close friends for a long time. I believe that the local Draenei people will give me this respect.

The problem now is that we can’t go to meet people empty-handed.”

Blake rubbed his chin and said to the people around him:

"Do you know what I mean? You have to prepare some gifts or something. Look, a gift with long legs that can run is delivered to your door! The locals are really hospitable."

The pirate felt the slight vibration on the ground and looked into the distance. A large group of evil orc wolf cavalry were roaring and charging towards them. They seemed to have summoned demons to charge together.

Blake took out his dual crossbows with a clang, and said to the demon hunters around him who were lifting their moon blades and the Naga guards who were grabbing their bows and tridents:

"Don't chop off the head when you chop. The gift must be as complete as possible to reflect our sincerity."

"You have so many things going on!"

Mrs. Viper complained unhappily:

"how many do you want?"

"There are more than fifty of us."

The pirate figured it out and tentatively said to the people around him:

"It's not a big problem for two people, right?"

"I think there's something wrong with me"

Zhou Zhuo raised his hand helplessly, and the panda man whispered:

"A fel orc warg could eat me."

"I will get your share for you, and I will ensure your safety in this world."

Varok took out his battle ax and whispered:

“I have only one request, Lorewalker, please use the pen and paper in your hands to objectively and fairly record our experiences in this world, and use this story to tell as many people as possible.

The tyrannical days of the orcs have passed, and we will no longer be dominated by violence. "

"Hey, anyone can tell lies."

Black said to Varok Saurfang:

"Hurry up! Use your violence to kill the evil orcs who want to assassinate me. You see, I am so scared that my hands are shaking. Please help me, this poor pirate."

"Isn't that guy above your head joining the fight?"

Alturis the Sufferer whispered:

"He seems to be very powerful."

"The noble Lord Staghelm is here to travel and find the meaning of life. How can he be the same as you bastards who come here specifically to fight?"

The pirate curled his lips and said:

"Don't ask questions, do you have such a casual attitude when working under Illidan? Hurry up and chop them down, keep their heads as gifts, and bring back their souls for me to use.

For the glory of Lord Illidan!

Illidari, charge me! "