Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1253 3. The third principle of survival in Draenor: Hooves are the best - monthly tickets plus updates [1825]

"You didn't just choose it randomly, right?"

Watching the satiated demon witch walking back to the evil gate with coquettish steps, the victim glanced at the moon blade that he had unsheathed for the first time but failed to drink blood. He whispered:

"This demon seems different."

"Of course I didn't choose it randomly. Do you think I'm one of those rubbish warlocks?"

The pirate blew out a smoke ring and said casually:

"I am a prophet. Not only can I see through the fate of human beings and souls, I can also see through the chaotic and cruel fate of demons. Every life in these stars has its own wonderful life moments.

The same goes for my dear beagle Shahrath.

Although she is just an ordinary demon witch now, she will soon have good luck as she is good at dancing.

You have to know that when the brainless abyss lords act on their own, they must always be assisted by a smart enough lieutenant. This is a 'tradition' in the Burning Legion.

As far as I know, the berserker Magtheridon who lives in Shadowmoon Valley prefers this kind of mature and intelligent demon witch, but unfortunately, it already has a qualified lieutenant beside it.

Therefore, we have to create opportunities for our cute, smart and coquettish Miss Shahras who knows how to serve high-ranking demons. "

"understood."

The sufferer nodded.

He turned around and summoned several demon hunters and gave them some instructions. Black also asked for a Kor'kron orc warrior from Varok who was familiar with the terrain of Shadowmoon Valley.

A few minutes later, this elite team broke away from the main force and rode the big magic bat towards the direction of Shadowmoon Valley.

"I'm not talking about you."

The pirates complained to their victims:

"The intelligence work of you demon hunters is too bad. You have inner demons that can eat evil energy. You are a kind of half-demon. You have to fight against the Burning Legion, so you can't be reckless all the time.

Tactics, strategy, do you understand?

Just like I arranged for Shahrath, you should probably learn to add sand to the legion. Don't tell me you demon masters can't do this, I'll be disappointed. "

"Well, your advice is very useful."

The victim nodded and said hoarsely:

"Actually, Lord Illidan also used the same tactics in the War of the Ancients, but ten thousand years have passed, and our ancient 'friends' have probably disappeared.

We obviously need the help of the Uncrowned One in this regard. Send someone over to guide us. "

"Let's wait until we get back from Draenor alive."

Black looked back at the Illidari behind him and said:

"It's time for you to add more members. Don't focus all your attention on the night elves. There are so many elves addicted to magic, and the night elves are not good at casting spells. You should have more spell-casting units in this group.

do you understand me? "

"Quel'Thalas?"

The victim is indeed an excellent lieutenant of Illidan, and he is completely understandable.

He frowned and said:

"The life of the Quel'dorei elves is too extravagant. They are like children who grew up in a honeypot. They still worship the degenerate ways of the elven empire. They are no better than the Nightborne of Suramar.

I really don't see the possibility of them being good hunters. "

"That was now, without the oppression of war, the elves were all like this, but the Quel'dorei elves have a martial tradition, and they just need a chance to prove themselves."

The pirate shook his head and ended the topic.

He turned back to the person next to him and said:

"What are you doing standing still? Bring the 'gift' and let's go chat with the draenei and start a relationship. Varok, please don't follow us. I'm afraid you and the draenei will start fighting again when you meet."

"Then let's go to Shadowmoon Valley?"

Varok had no complaints about this arrangement. The blood feud between the orcs and the draenei was more than ten times greater than the grievances between them and humans. He knew that he should not appear in the territory of the draenei.

"Why go to Shadowmoon Valley?"

The pirate curled his lips, pointed in a direction in front of him, and said:

"Go to Nagrand! It has not yet been completely occupied. Go to Grandma Gaiaan and gather all the Mag'har orcs in Galadar.

They need an outstanding commander with outstanding merits to command them, and then send people back to Azeroth to tell Red and your brother to prepare the Kor'kron Guards.

After the centaur mercenaries gathered, they established a base in the Cursed Land as quickly as possible. After I sent the message, they crossed the Dark Portal to support our battle.

Hellfire Citadel must be captured. The location here is too important. It will become the base camp of the Azeroth Alliance in Draenor. "

"But this is a trap!"

Maris Demon Calamity said worriedly:

"Knowing that it is a devil's trap but still jumping into it, this is really..."

"Don't be stupid, blind man!"

Vashki, the mistress of poisonous snakes, fiddled with her little snake's long hair and said disdainfully:

“Can a trap for a rabbit trap a tiger?”

This to-the-point statement silenced all the doubters and made Black nod to Mrs. Vashj with satisfaction.

Look at her, she is indeed the Queen's favorite war maid, and her casual remarks are so classic. It's rare to be able to completely guess Blake's thoughts.

No one raised any objections. The orcs immediately started to take action, and Black also squatted down and reached out to touch Vashj's snake tail. This action made the Viper Lady twitch her tail sharply and said sternly:

"Don't touch me! Dirty human being! This pure body only belongs to the supreme queen!"

"Where did you think you were? You are such a sentimental Naga girl."

Black rolled his eyes, picked up the dry and broken snake scales in his hand and waved them to Vashj, and said:

"It's really hard for you to let you underwater creatures walk in Hellfire Peninsula. You can't stay here, otherwise you will die of dehydration in three days at most, and even if you survive, your combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

Take your guards to the Zangane Sea.

The inland sea is the only unpolluted body of water in Draenor, and it is also your advantageous battlefield. The demons are no match for you in the water. "

This instruction made all the Nagas, including Vashj, breathe a sigh of relief.

In fact, they also hated the dry environment of Hellfire Peninsula, but they kept silent because of their "sense of honor" that they could not embarrass the Queen.

Now that Blake has taken the initiative to give them a step up, this group of highly self-esteemed Nagas are naturally happy to accept it.

"So, what's my mission?"

Vashj immediately showed the qualities that a good commander should have, and she asked briefly:

"What do you need us to achieve for you? Captain of the Guard."

"Occupy that body of water!"

Blake snorted and said:

"Water is the source of life!

The demons may not need this resource, but other races in this world cannot do without it. Occupying the only pure water source in this world is tantamount to holding the pulse of this world.

You can move freely there, spreading the supreme majesty of Queen Azshara in this miserable world, and at the same time conduct sneak attacks on the demons in Frostfire Ridge, and at the same time coordinate the actions of the Mag'har orcs in Nagrand.

In addition, remember to send people to the Tongtian Peak area in the far north to look for traces of the Crow People. The group of autistic patients can also be a united force. "

"Unite? What you want to say is actually 'use', right?"

Vashj laughed like a royal sister and said:

"Her Majesty the Queen's favor for you is indeed not based on your appearance. You are indeed a capable person, Lord Black. But to completely occupy an inland sea, just relying on such a small number of people is not enough."

"Don't you know how to shake people?"

The pirate said with a straight face:

"There is no need to test me. Everyone knows that you are just pretending to obey me, and I am just pretending to lead you. You have absolute autonomy, and you can even act alone now without me.

I don't know why the Queen sent you to Draenor, but I don't care.

As long as you do what you're supposed to do.

What I mean is that when I need you to help fight, you'd better get me a reliable team, otherwise the great pirate Black Shaw will be very disappointed with Lady Viper. "

"snort"

Vashj snorted and said no more. She turned around and signaled the Naga Sea Witch behind her to prepare to transmit magic, and sent a Naga Hunter back to Azeroth to shake people.

After being dispersed like this, only he and a group of demon hunters, as well as the pathfinder Rexxar and the weak Lorewalker Zhou Zhuo were left in Black's army.

They began to move towards the hiding place where the draenei were. After walking out for a few minutes, Zhou Zhuo approached Black and whispered:

"The Storm Crow that has been following us has disappeared. Where has he gone?"

"In addition to coming with me to travel around the world, Mr. Deer Helmet also has a mission he shoulders. Don't worry about it."

Blake rolled his eyes and complained:

"Are all Lorewalkers so curious? Bastard, go check those orc heads. I'm going to give them gifts later."

"Would the draenei really like such a gift?"

Zhou Zhuo blinked and said:

"According to you, they should be a group of pacifists."

"They were."

The pirate snorted and said:

"Then they experienced with their own eyes the consequences of choosing to become pacifists in a chaotic world. Believe me, the draenei are really fierce now, and the orcs have to step aside.

They will absolutely love this warm gift and they will treat me like their guest. "

"I am not suitable to appear in Draenei territory either."

The silent orc Batman Rexxar brought Misha over and whispered to Blake:

"I am going to Gorgrond first, my friend, and we will meet there."

"No!"

Black declined the offer, telling Lexa:

"You can't save your people by going there alone. Even a beast king as powerful as your father is forced to silence himself and look for traces, which shows that the situation in your hometown is very bad.

You need an ‘army’. "

Rexxar blinked. He understood what the pirate meant, but he looked at the desolate land around him with some hesitation and said:

"There is not enough 'nutrient' here, and it is difficult for the larvae to grow."

"So come with me."

Black threw his Orb of Deception to Lexa and said:

"We may be able to learn some local conditions from the draenei. If you can find a suitable breeding ground, you can become the hero who saves Mok'Nathal."

"I don't want to be a hero, I just want to do something for the people I abandoned."

The orc shook his head. He activated the Orb of Deceit in his hand and disguised himself as a tall human through the application of disguise magic.

But he still wears his iconic wolf-headed hat, and is surrounded by a silent and chilling aura, making him look even more dangerous.

And doing this made Blake's eyes widen.

He exclaimed:

"Battman! You finally came to Draenor from Gotham, are you going to punish the demons with the iron fist of justice?"

"What Batman?"

Lexa in human form pushed his black "Bat Helmet" and said dissatisfied:

"You know I don't like that weird nickname."

"I was just joking."

The pirate shrugged and whispered:

"You can't be Batman, you're far behind. Although your mother passed away early, your father is still there, and your mother's name is not Martha.

A happy child cannot be a Bateman.

But the clothes I had prepared long ago were finally put to use. "

Blake quickly took out a set of black cloak and armor from his luggage, which he ordered from the master tailor of Suramar.

He strongly urged Lexa to change into this outfit, saying it was necessary to disguise herself, but Lexa could tell at a glance that the pirate had bad intentions and decisively rejected the bat suit, which looked like a costume.

This greatly disappointed the pirate, who remained silent all the way.

The demon hunters all had wings to glide, and Blake also had the Flame Phoenix to accelerate, which caused the group to move very quickly. After three hours, they crossed the Hellfire Peninsula and arrived at the foot of the mountain in the northwest of the wasteland.

But when they entered the mountain, as soon as they passed a mountain col, they were hit by a row of sharp arrows, hitting the ground with a bang and throwing up dust.

This warning shot caused the blind men to draw their weapons in unison, but Black didn't care.

He coughed and signaled the blind men to throw the box filled with orc heads in front of them. He kicked open the lock of the box, and the smell of blood suddenly came out.

He shouted in Ereda to the Draenei hunters hiding in the mountain col in front of him:

"Hey, followers of Velen, we are not enemies. We have brought gifts. This is our sincerity. Come out and get them."

"Back off! Outsiders!"

A female voice sounded from the mountain col in front of me, with a cold and solemn tone.

She scolded:

"Outsiders are not allowed to enter the Tahamat Temple! No one is allowed!"

"Didn't Velen tell you that I was coming? Didn't he ask you to prepare a grand banquet to welcome me?"

The pirates complained:

"I started to feel disappointed with the professionalism of my colleague."

"Um?"

These words made the Draenei hunter leader who was hiding in the mountain col feel confused. A few seconds later, she asked suspiciously:

"Who are you? Are you the legendary Azerothian Black Shaw? The prophet did send a message a few days ago, but... just a few days ago, another 'you' shamelessly assassinated the prophet."

"???"

The words made the pirate blink.

He understood the cause and effect instantly.

It must be that those damn Nathrezim didn't want Black to interfere with their "great cause", so they deliberately arranged the assassination to disrupt the pirate's plan.

"This is malicious competition, bastard, be careful I snitch to Emperor Denathrius!"

Blake complained.

He took a step forward and stepped into the shooting range of the draenei ranger who was at least a legend. He shouted:

"That's Archbishop Nellie in front, right? I promise I'm the real me, not those damn pretenders."

"Then how do you prove it's you?"

The draenei rangers refused to give up, which stumped the pirates.

He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said:

"Then let me make a prediction for you on the spot to confirm it? For example, I know that your Governor of Sha'tar, Archbishop Osar, has secretly defected to the Burning Legion."

"Shua"

A tall Draenei woman wearing a hunting cloak walked out of the mountain col. She held a jewel-embellished crossbow in her hand and waved her hand back to tell the hidden rangers to put away their weapons.

She walked up to Blake, held out her hand to him, and said:

"Very good, you have proven your prophecy ability. Just yesterday, the shameful Osar sold the Sha'tar Defense Line to the demons. Only a prophet can accurately predict such information.

You are indeed the legendary Black Shaw. "

The pirate shrugged, stretched out his hand to hold hands with the mature royal sister in front of him, his eyes fell on the cute little tail that was constantly swaying behind her, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"Ah, as expected, it's still the hoof girl who wins the competition."