Shadow Trails in Azeroth

At noon, Maiev returned to Black's residence and sat at the dining table to eat with the pirate.

The two of them sat on opposite sides of the round table, and the food on the table was all cooked by the traveler Zhou Zhuo, who was temporarily guest chef. It consisted of four dishes and one soup, a homely meal, but it tasted very good.

Speaking of Zhou Zhuo, apart from being weak, weak-handed, too curious and too unlucky, he is a complete all-rounder.

Not only is he good at writing, he has excellent literary qualities, he also has a strong ability to survive in the wild, and he can also cook a good meal.

When needed, he is also the best treasure appraiser, and writing official documents is no problem.

In recent times, Old Zhou has become Blake's highly valued "secretary". Even the various orders issued to the Uncrowned are all written by Old Zhou.

But Lao Zhou is very busy.

After taking the time to make lunch for the picky pirate, he took his dragon companion Mi Shi and went to the Hellfire Peninsula to inspect the tribal ruins of the Blood Ring Orcs.

This guy has become very prosperous in archeology in the world of Draenor. He has written more than a dozen professional papers to be published in Lorewalker magazine and the internal documents of the Explorers Association.

They are all textual research on the history of various races in Draenor. The content is very detailed and includes actual archaeological finds. The publication of these papers is enough for Lao Zhou to be promoted to "Great Explorer" a month after joining the Explorers Association. ".

This is something that even Blake can't do.

This proves that you can become famous in a different world if you study a lot.

"Is this ring beautiful?"

Blake finished his meal, rubbed his belly and put down his chopsticks.

He looked at Maiev opposite who was eating in a ladylike manner, turned over his hand and took out the gemstone ring he had just "cheated" from the Broken One, and waved it in front of Maiev's eyes.

The warden lady glanced at it, then lowered her head to eat, and said casually:

"not bad."

"Not bad? This is something that the best gem craftsmen of the Draenei dug out from a broken world and polished it into something when they were still fleeing among the stars.

Although it is not a magic item, just this craftsmanship can make the queens of the human kingdom go crazy and want to take it home when they take it back to Azeroth. "

Blake snorted, stood up, and walked out while saying:

"Ms. Warden's eyes are really high."

Maiev didn't answer and continued eating.

Two seconds later, Blake suddenly grabbed her left hand, put the ring in her palm, and said:

"I've rewarded you. A lady must have her own jewelry. Your backpack is full of armor and weapons, not even a necklace. It made me cry."

"If you want to give something away, just give it away properly. Do you have to say 'reward' in such a derogatory way?"

Maiev did not refuse the first thing that Black actually gave her. Although she had taken a lot from the stinky pirates before, they were all "borrowed" and were not the same as the thing in front of her.

Ms. Warden glanced at the jewelry ring in her hand that could make any woman scream with excitement. The smile on her lips disappeared in the next moment.

He said in a cold tone:

"Do you think it's really okay to give something flashy like this to a female warrior? If you really want to give a gift, maybe I would prefer a sharp dagger or sword."

"Why do you have so many people?"

Blake rolled his eyes and said angrily:

"I have to go out in the afternoon, you can sleep alone tonight.

You can run away, but you can think about the consequences of being caught by me. Also, we are going to Shadowmoon Valley in the next few days, so pack up your clothes and go with me. "

"When are you going to give me my armor back?"

Maiev asked.

Blake shrugged and replied:

"When the little devil in your heart who keeps tempting you to run away is killed by your own hands."

After saying that, the pirate strode out of the restaurant. His flaming bird had been pecking at the window just now, waiting to fly with its owner. Now it was squealing and circling around Blake.

The posture is very much like a pet eager for attention.

I have to say that the relationship between Blake and Sky is really good, which once made macho hunters like Lexa a little jealous.

After the pirates left, Maiev still didn't say much. She finished the meal very calmly like an elf lady and cleared the dishes.

But after finishing her work, Maiev's eyes fell on the large gemstone ring placed on the table.

She looked at her fingers that were used to holding the sword. After hesitating for a few seconds, she reached out to pick up the ring and put it on her slender finger.

"It's actually quite nice, ma'am."

Nasa's voice sounded behind Maiev, and the warden's adjutant said softly:

"Actually, I think Black is right this time. You have been a watcher for too long and you don't have a private life of your own. This may be an opportunity, madam.

Although I don't like that pirate, you also have the right to pursue happiness. If you really want, I can report the news of your 'accidental death' to the Sisters of Elune.

All sisters will bless you. "

"well"

Maiev stared at the jewelry ring on her finger and shook her head.

She didn't say anything, just sighed and went back to her room to prepare clothes for the long trip.

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On the other side, under the speed of the sky, Blake quickly returned to Hellfire Citadel from Ashland. As soon as he landed, he saw a group of centaurs migrating on the Road of Glory ahead.

These savage and warlike guys lined up and moved forward, with some centaurs pulling baggage carts, like a centaur clan on a safari and migration.

This team stretches from the Dark Portal to the temporary camp in front of Hellfire Fortress. It is conservatively estimated that there are at least several thousand Centaur mercenary warriors.

They wore very simple armor and carried clan-style weapons. They spoke rudely and loudly to each other, and from time to time a small fight would break out.

This was in sharp contrast to the strict discipline of the elite warriors of the Kor'kron clan who advanced with them.

The savage fighting spirit of the centaurs also made the Draenei garrison officers responsible for the reception look at each other.

Do these bastards with the bodies of war horses really know what enemy they are going to deal with this time? This is the first time that the Draenei people have seen someone so excited and belligerent when they know they are facing a demon.

Cultural differences are really amazing.

"The good brothers brought by Chief Red have finally arrived. Look at the high morale of these cannon fodders who are willing to die. These are the best mercenary warriors.

After the battle in Shadowmoon Valley, the centaur mercenaries will definitely become famous, brothers who are cheap and easy to use! "

Black stood on the flying platform of Hellfire Fortress, looking at the gathering posture of the army in front of him. He nodded with great satisfaction, strolled again, and walked into the Broken Hall with a familiarity under the gaze of a group of death knights.

As a result, Blake was stunned as soon as he entered the door.

"Hey, Captain, what are you doing standing there? Come, let's drink together!"

The plump Red was wearing a black plate armor that looked like a "shaping suit". He was sitting "hardly" on a chair prepared for ordinary orcs. He held a skull-flask in his hand and was talking to a young orc. Sal drinks and chats.

And looking at Sal lying on the table, feeling dizzy and smelling of alcohol, he must have been drunk a lot by the old silver chief Red with evil intentions.

But Red didn't look happy. He was "pouring his own drink" when he saw Black appear. He immediately became happy and called the pirates to come over and enjoy themselves with him.

"What are you doing here?"

Blake said in a stunned tone:

"Shouldn't you be in charge of the overall situation in Blackstone Mountain? How dare you come here alone? Aren't you afraid that the orthodox tribe will split in your absence?"

"Don't be afraid. Eitrigg and the loyal 'Three Blackstone Warriors' under my command are watching."

Red waved his hand, stood up and poured a glass of wine for Blake, then touched the beard on his chin and complained:

"But Captain, the Yulian Gang you introduced to me this time is not a good thing. I went to them to borrow money, but those cunning Pandaren gave me a terrible interest rate.

The interest rate was so high that even the goblins of the Steam Sand Consortium in Gadgetzan couldn't stand it.

Prince Hotsand paid for it himself, and I made a very successful deal with him.

One-tenth of the loot from this battle belongs to him, and he also wants to expand the business territory of the Steamwheedle Consortium to Draenor. Hey, I don't know what money can be made in such a shabby place?

But I have no control over whether the goblin prince is willing to lose money.

I used the money he gave me to hire 10,000 centaur mercenaries, and got 20,000 cannon fodder from the quilboar people in the Razor Highlands. Ner'zhul couldn't scold me now.

I gave him ten times more warriors than he needed!

I even took the risk and personally brought the Kor'kron Guards with me as a warchief to support my hometown."

The warchief laughed proudly, holding his Dark Hand warhammer, and said to Black:

"Now when the news gets out, any greenskin with some conscience will respectfully praise me as 'The Great Chief is awesome'! Well, speaking of this, I need to borrow the information channel of the Uncrowned One, Captain .”

Reid blinked slyly and said:

"As you taught me before, when you do something good, you must let others see it."

"Okay, okay, this idea proves that you are already a very qualified chief. There is nothing wrong with you except that you are a little fatter and don't have any majesty."

Blake was also amused.

He picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Red. Then he looked at the young orc Sal next to him who was drunk and started talking nonsense. He raised his eyebrows and said:

"What do you think of this young man?"

"Nothing to say about wisdom!"

Red drank the wine in the glass happily, glanced at Sal, and said:

"He was just a little naive. He became friends with Arthas Menethil, and he thought he could replicate this friendship and resolve hatred with other humans.

But he still didn't realize the real problem.

But young people are like this. It’s okay to go through things.

By the way, Captain, I'm going to Nagrand tomorrow to visit Grandma Gaiaan, but I have a headache. "

The great chief rubbed his head and looked at Blake for help with an expression like "I'm just a fool, please help me."

He whispered:

"I want to draw the Mag'har orcs into the orthodox tribe. They are the last group of orthodox orcs in the orc civilization that are not contaminated by demonic blood. But as far as I know, the Mag'har orcs are not interested in the remnants of our old tribe. Very disgusted.

Even war heroes like Varok have trouble recruiting soldiers in person. I heard that the Maghars over there called Varok a butcher and a lackey of the devil.

Can you help me think of a way to get Grandma Gaiaan to agree to help me annex the Maghars? "

"Are you trying to steal my dark wisdom again?"

Blake's expression instantly turned cold. He stared at the chief with unkind eyes. Red also cooperated with a trembling and flattering expression.

pirate said:

"I won't fall for your stupidity this time. Want an idea? No problem, bring me the money! You can tell me anything. My wisdom is very expensive, so I can't lose it with you."

"But I really have no money."

Reid wailed in despair:

"I even borrowed my mercenary money from goblins. Boss, please take pity on me, a miserable greenskin."

This guy with no limits knelt down on the ground with a bang, holding Black's legs with the strength of the drink and not letting go, crying with snot and tears flowing out, making the little murlocs beside Black who were stealing wine widen their eyes.

Good guy!

Your shamelessness puts even the fishmen to shame, my dear Chief Red.

"Get up! Get up! Damn it, your snot is dripping on my boots! Bastard, I should stab you to death with a sword!"

Black yelled and kicked Red away. He was really angry. But after taking a few sips of wine, Black sighed helplessly and looked at the drama actor Red, who was lowering his head and wiping tears.

He found that there was really nothing he could do with this hob meat.

kill him?

Not really.

And without Reid, Blackstone Mountain would explode in an instant.

beat him?

What's the use?

This guy is clearly shameless.

And Red is a warrior, beating him will only make him "happier".

The most important thing is that Red is a "veteran" who has followed Black all the way. Although he left the immortal pirates early, his loyalty to Black has never changed.

This alone is enough for Blake to tolerate most of Red's behavior.

Blake sulked, and after several minutes he whispered:

"come over!"

When Chief Red, who was crying without tears, heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he quickly rushed to the pirate's side, pretending to listen to the dark wisdom.

"Next time you do this, I'm really going to kill you."

Black cursed, then took out his pipe, pointed at Sal, and whispered:

"Bring him back too and let him serve as a liaison between the orthodox tribe and Gaia'an's grandmother. By the way, the fifth orc boy is also recruiting pirates there.

They are orthodox Maghars, and your breakthrough is here.

As for how to persuade Grandma Gaiaan, a true pacifist, to support you, it's actually very simple. "

The smelly pirate coughed and said:

"Have you decided who should be the next chief of the orthodox tribe?"

"Well, I originally wanted to give it to my brother Maimu."

Reid scratched his head and said frankly:

“But Maimu said that position is unlucky and he doesn’t want it either dead or alive, and he’s very happy now being the Pirate King of Draenor and doesn’t want to be constrained by that.

As for my two unborn children, I don't intend to let them take over as chief. My father's incident has cast a huge shadow on me.

This location is really not that good.

I plan to work for another ten years and then go back to Nagrand or to Tol Barad to enjoy the rest of my life.

As for the choice of the next war chief, to be honest with you, captain, I don’t want to care about it, and I can’t care about it. The brothers Drek'Thar and Saurfang, and even Eitrigg all had their own recommendations.

I plan to let them fight among themselves first, and the winner will be the chief.

It has nothing to do with me anyway, I just watch the fun. "

"Okay! As long as you have this intention."

Blake sneered, blew out a smoke ring, and whispered in Reid's ear:

"Go and tell Grandma Gaiaan and all the Mag'hars that the next warchief will definitely be a Mag'har orc! Since the name is called the Orthodox Tribe, it should be led by the purest-blooded orcs, right? "

“Nassal”

Red's eyes widened, and then he burst into ecstasy, but soon, the warchief realized a problem. He looked at Thrall, the green-skinned orc who was drunk by him, and whispered to Black:

"Drek'Thar and Eitrigg probably won't agree."

"Why don't they agree?"

Blake snorted.

He lifted the Doomhammer that was placed at Thrall's feet and played with it in his hand. He raised his head and said to Red:

“The war chief is a political leader, the great prophet is a spiritual leader, the great warlord is a war leader, and even the pirate king can be a plunder leader.

Red, Red, who told you that a tribe can only have one leader?

Do you just make cakes without distinguishing them? "