Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Chief Red is really a good drinker. I was pulled by him and initially said we would have a drink after we haven't seen each other for a long time. But when he took out two barrels of wine, I knew something was wrong.

But it was too late for me to refuse at that time. He had so many different ways of persuading people to drink that it was hard to guard against him. "

Two days later, on the road from Hellfire Peninsula to Shadowmoon Valley via the hills of Talador, the young orc Thrall, riding on the saddle of a snow-white frost wolf, looked haggard and rubbed his forehead.

Even though he had been relieved for two days, he still had the bad feeling of being hungover, so he complained to Alsace, who was riding a horse next to him:

"These old orcs are so cunning. I feel like no fish in the water can drink them. I don't know what ingredients were added to the wine. After drinking it, my head hurts when I wake up.

It was like getting into a drunken fight with a clefthoof cow. Have you ever felt this way? "

"Uh, no."

Arthas curled his lips, and while looking around vigilantly to guard against the arakkoa robbers who might rush out, he whispered to Thrall:

"You know me, I was a paladin apprentice before, and I was strictly prohibited from drinking alcohol until I reached adulthood. I still drank a few glasses of strong wine before participating in the sword master trial of the Burning Blade Clan. The taste was terrible.

However, your War Chief Red is so fat. I saw him take off from Hellfire Citadel on a wyvern before. As a result, the wyvern domesticated by the Mok'Nassar clan was unable to fly.

It's like a crow carrying a pig. Well, I don't mean anything else, but his figure is really not what an orc warrior should be. "

"If you spend a year or two living and drinking every day, you will have the same body shape."

Sal complained:

“I stayed in Blackrock Spire for a while, and the Horde warriors under Warchief Redd had a hard time at that time, but at that time he was already addicted to alcohol.

Now I heard that they finally have enough food to eat, and the life of the great chief must be a change of enjoyment.

He really sucks in every way.

I heard that this is because of the habits he developed as a pirate for a period of time, which can be called all five poisons. But I also have to admit that Chief Red is really good at material management and diplomacy, and he is also good at doing business. Good hands.

He was able to feed so many orcs in Blackstone Mountain all because of his skill in dancing.

Elder Drek'Thar also told me that War Chief Red should not be underestimated. He said that a War Chief who can make the orcs eat well and drink wine is the most qualified War Chief.

The orcs, who were already disgusted with war, would not think of overthrowing such a leader. "

The young orc sighed and said to Arthas;

"You are a prince who has experienced the orc war. You should know that during the time of Warchief Orgrim, the orcs relied on plundering to survive.

I often even have the idea that if it had been Red who became the first warchief instead of his father Blackhand, maybe we orcs wouldn't have to invade Azeroth. "

"Then you are thinking wrong."

Alsace scoffed at this naïveté, saying:

"The secret agent leader of the Storm Kingdom, Mr. Shore, once told me that a large part of the reason why Red was able to gain a foothold in Blackstone Mountain was through the secret help of the undead pirates.

His personal ability is not the main factor.

I have also heard people tell the stories of the old tribe when traveling in Draenor. Rather than saying that the first warchief was Blackhand, it is better to say that he was just a puppet of Gul'dan.

If a guy like Red had become the warchief at that time, he might have been secretly killed by Gul'dan.

Orgrim, such a brave and cunning guy, didn't he choose to lie dormant and wait for the opportunity in that situation? "

"That's what you said."

Thrall nodded and acknowledged Alsace's statement.

But soon they had no time to chat. They were each called by their respective commanders to help organize military affairs.

The draenei invited the Azeroth Expeditionary Force to go to Shadowmoon Valley to support the front there, so the legions of Hellfire Citadel were almost in full force.

The Centaur mercenaries and the Kor'kron Guards were in the front, and the Human Iron Horse Brotherhood and the Paladins were in the rear. They were separated by the death knights of the Black Crow Chapter to prevent further conflicts between the two sides.

Just during the two days they were stationed in Hellfire Citadel, the humans and orcs almost lost their minds.

Most of the Iron Horse Brotherhood are veterans who have participated in the Orc War and are die-hard loyalists of Marshal Lothar. Their strength cannot be described in words.

The Kor'kron Guards on the orc side are also elite warriors dedicated to protecting the warchief. They are currently the most powerful group of veterans in the orthodox tribe of Blackstone Mountain.

Even if they fight with bare hands and no weapons, it will be a very scary scene if they start fighting.

Even though Grand Knight Turalyon and Warlord Brox repeatedly asked their subordinates not to fight privately, they couldn't resist the fact that the veterans of both sides almost started fighting when they met due to their old grudges.

As a result, in just two days, the Black Crow Group gained nearly twenty "new recruits".

Lord Ravencrest was probably the only person who benefited from these conflicts. Whether it was a human veteran or an orc veteran, he accepted all the guys who were killed.

These battle-experienced bastards are very determined to fight, so they only need a little infusion of death aura to become extremely qualified death knight elites.

This resulted in the elven death knights guarding Hellfire Fortress basically turning a blind eye during the private fight between the Iron Horse Brotherhood and Kor'kron.

There are even some cunning Sarain elves secretly setting fire to them so that they can fight harder and add "fresh blood" to the battle group.

This is also the reason why the three parties decided to set off for Shadowmoon Valley immediately after two days of rest.

It can't be delayed any longer!

If humans and orcs continue to stay in Hellfire Fortress, a large-scale armed fight will break out between them before the demons come to kill them.

In the center of this long march, among a group of elven death knights riding ghost night sabers, there were several very conspicuous black carriages, all being pulled forward by violent hell horses.

Seated in these carriages were spellcasters from various forces. From front to back were the Quel'dorei elves, Dalaran mages, and the druids of the Cenarion Expedition.

The last car is special, it has the emblem of the undead pirate on it.

"Really, what's the rush? I'm still waiting to have fun."

Black, the stinky pirate who was sitting in the carriage, bit an apple and complained unhappily to Maiev opposite him:

"I have found out that the Iron Horse Brotherhood is secretly working together to set fire to the orcs' camp tonight and burn all the greenskins to death.

There are also some radicals on Kor'kron's side who have the same idea.

Tonight, there will definitely be an amazing battle, and I'm secretly starting a bet to predict who will win.

As a result, these bastards ordered the march before the conflict broke out. Well, my expectations were really in vain. Look, Lord Ravencrest was also very disappointed.

As far as I know, the death knights have secretly prepared several suture rooms. They must have heard the news and are gearing up to recruit a new batch of recruits.

It's all over now.

There was no fun to watch, and people were very angry! "

"Captain, you are wrong!"

Zhou Zhuo, a traveler who stayed up late last night to sort out his thesis, immediately rubbed his eyes and corrected himself after hearing Blake's words about fearing that the world would be in chaos:

"Everyone is here for the great cause of fighting against demons. In this world full of crises, we should cooperate sincerely. If everyone only remembers personal grudges, then there will be no need to fight this battle."

"Well said, you great Gungun with a peaceful mind."

The pirate gave Zhou Zhuo a thumbs up and said in a longer voice:

"Then you go tell them these truths and see if those red-eyed humans and orcs will listen? It's not like you don't know the grudges between the two races. It's been less than two years since the orc war ended.

Hatred and all that is still hot. "

"They will unite."

Maiev, who was piled on the sofa on the other side of the carriage, shook her head and said:

"When they entered Draenor, the demonic forces were shrinking, and they didn't realize what kind of opponent they were facing.

In Shadowmoon Valley, a place full of demons, their failure to cooperate would lead to death, and the hatred being promoted now was meaningless in that situation.

It's not even a question of whether they want to. "

"I hope so."

Blake snorted and spoke in a lazy tone.

He looked out of the car window and could see Alsace riding a horse back and forth to deliver news between the two armies. This little prince who admired Marshal Lothar very much had just been appointed as the battle captain of the Iron Horse Brotherhood.

He is excited now.

At the top of the military formation, there are Draenei spirit dragon knights working with druids who have transformed into storm crows to scout around. This marching route is not safe, and there are casts everywhere in Talador. Demonic camp.

Moreover, the Shadowmoon orcs commanded by Ner'zhul are currently entrenched in the mountainous area bordering Shadowmoon Valley and the Arak Peaks, which is the territory of the fallen arakkoa.

Demons are hateful, but so are the corrupted arakkoa who wield dark sorcery.

"Captain, please don't mind if I ask you something personal."

Zhou Zhuo suddenly whispered something.

Blake, who was closing his eyes after eating the apple, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Ask if you have anything. You're not an outsider, but I won't answer anything you shouldn't know."

"I just asked casually."

The panda laughed and whispered:

"What is your relationship with the Black Crow Archdruid? Yesterday, when I was sketching landscapes on the high platform of Hellfire Fortress, I accidentally saw her lingering in front of your room for a long time, but in the end she didn't knock on the door. Instead, he left feeling depressed.”

"Um?"

Hearing this question, Blake and Maiev snorted at the same time. They looked at Zhou Zhuo with strange eyes and asked almost in unison:

"When did you see her?"

"Uh, it seems to be noon? Just after dinner."

The panda said in surprise:

"Is there any problem with this timing?"

The stinky pirate and the warden lady looked at each other and saw the embarrassment in each other's eyes. Just after lunch yesterday, wasn't that the time for the two of them to "help each other"?

Damn it!

He didn't even notice that there was anyone outside the door. It seemed that Miss Hisali Black Crow's aura concealment skills improved very quickly after becoming an archdruid.

"I have nothing to do with her, at least not what you think."

The stinky pirate replied sullenly:

"It was a twisted relationship. She approached me with a purpose, and I also made some mistakes due to the guidance of dark thinking, but fortunately, I corrected it in time and did not cause any trouble.

Now she and I are, well, very familiar old friends? "

"But the more you say that, the more curious I become."

Zhou Zhuo winked, bumped Blake with his shoulder, and said:

"Everyone knows that you are a romantic pirate. There is no need to hide it like this. I won't talk about it everywhere."

"You bastard."

Veins popped out on the pirate's forehead, and he clenched his fists to teach the gossiping Pandaren Lorewalker a lesson, but Maiev across from him suddenly spoke calmly:

"What he said is true. He and the little girl Black Crow are innocent. He once tried to tame the excellent Druid Hisari Black Crow as a pet, and he did it.

But he gave it up voluntarily. "

"!!!"

Zhou Zhuo widened his black and white eyes and exclaimed:

"Is it so exciting? This is much darker than I imagined, I thought"

"What do you think?"

Black said to Zhou Zhuo in a conspiratorial tone: "Say one more word and you will die."

"I'm warning you not to record this on your scroll!

Otherwise, I will throw the papers you have put so much effort into sorting out one by one into the nooks and crannies of Delano, and it will take you at least five years to find them all again! "

Faced with this vicious threat, Pandaren Lorewalker instantly shut his mouth.

This cowardly gesture made the little murloc sitting on the ground laugh. It laughed at the fat panda for having no courage!

A coward.

As a result, Black's eyes moved towards him in an instant, and the insidious gaze made the little fish man become silent for a moment. He turned his head away and covered his ears, indicating that he didn't hear anything.

In such a bad atmosphere, at midnight that day, the marching team finally entered the mountainous area currently controlled by the Shadowmoon clan. The old orc Ner'zhul personally led his tribe to welcome the reinforcements at the border.

The reassembled orcs cheered when they saw the extremely capable Kor'kron Guards appearing, but Ner'zhul was more concerned about the numerous centaur legions and wild boars.

This made the old orc with the weird white ghost mask on his face filled with satisfaction.

So many alien cannon fodder.

It was so good that it was enough for him to launch a powerful raid to complete his "big plan" that had been brewing for more than a year.

"I heard from the djinn that you transformed yourself into a semi-elemental creature."

Amidst the cheers, Black quietly appeared in the shadow behind the old orc Ner'zhul. He looked at the old shaman in front of him who looked no different from the past, and said in a low voice:

"I also know that you want to release the sealed elemental spirits in Draenor, but the path you choose is slightly different from the future I predicted.

So, Ner'zhul, what exactly are you planning to do? "

"I'm ready to sacrifice."

The hunched old orc did not hide his plans. He said in a hoarse voice:

"A terrible sacrifice to make up for the mistakes I made in the first half of my life. I will not only free the elemental spirits of Draenor, but I will also bring them into an era of power they have never known before.

I destroyed this world with my own hands, and I will save it with my own hands.

Just as you predicted for me, prophet.

Sooner or later I have to make a painful choice, and I can't wait. "