Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Maraad stormed off.

But his last speech gave Ner'zhul hope. The old orc had secretly met with Velen in Shattrath City before, and he knew that the prophet Velen was willing to join forces with him to save the world.

However, although the prophet is the spiritual leader of the Draenei, the government of the Draenei is controlled by the Council of Bishops, and major events like this must be approved by the archbishops.

And Maraad, the military commander, has promised to convey the request, which is equivalent to Ner'zhul having taken care of the most difficult hawkish force.

The advancement of this matter is already a certainty.

This made the old orc relax.

He looked at Garona who was very disappointed at this time with a grateful look. Although he didn't hear clearly what the orc female assassin said to Maraad just now, he was sure that Maraad's softening attitude must have something to do with Garona.

"Oh, seeing the former orc leader humble himself in order to save the world, even a cold-blooded pirate like me is moved."

Black, who had been watching but said nothing, stretched his body and shouted carelessly to the human paladins and mages in the crowd:

"Hey, let me tell you, the blood feud between the Draenei and the Orcs can make such a decision, what are you guys still hesitating about?

Is this what the Holy Light teaches you?

Is this how Marshal Lothar guided you?

Your performance really makes me feel ashamed as a human being,"

"Shut up, pirate!"

Archmage Vargas, wearing a purple wizard's pointed hat, turned his head and yelled:

"We are discussing a major existential issue for the world and this is not the time for you to express your opinion."

"I think you just deserve a beating."

Blake replied coldly.

He glanced at the silent guys in the crowd around him, and he knew what these guys were hesitating about.

Although Ner'zhul made his plan very clear, the old orc ignored a very critical issue.

It's not that humans are unwilling to help. Their coming to Draenor proves that they have the idea to save the world. Their only question is what is the success rate of this matter.

This kind of thinking also appears on the Quel'dorei elves and the Black Crow Chapter.

After all, the old orc's plan was risky.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, a large-scale elemental unsealing ceremony was to be carried out in Shadowmoon Valley, where demons were everywhere, which meant that everyone had to compete face-to-face with demons.

The frontal battlefield is different from the previous assassinations.

This is of a completely different nature.

What's more, I don't know whether Ner'zhul was honest or stupid. The old orc only said from the beginning that Kil'jaeden's eyes had fallen on the world of Draenor.

This is equivalent to saying that the opponent of the Azeroth Expeditionary Force this time is the Deceiver himself.

Tsk tsk, less than three minutes after the Defiler appeared in Dalaran, it turned the whole of Dalaran upside down. Now we have to face a big demon of the same level as the Defiler, and this demon in Draenor already has the upper hand. in the world.

No wonder these commanders were so hesitant.

"So, I should be the one to say this from the beginning."

Black walked to the bonfire, stretched out his hand and pulled the old orc up from the ground. He said to Ner'zhul:

"It's not like persuading others to help. You should clearly explain the interests in a concise manner from the beginning. These guys can reach this point because they are all talented people.

Emotional persuasion alone won't do.

Come.

Watch me perform next! "

The stinky pirate gave Ner'zhul a "reassured" look. He coughed a few times and said to the people in front of him:

"Come on, come on, everyone, look over here, I'm going to make an announcement!"

Of course, everyone's eyes fell on the stinky pirate. Maiev, who was sitting outside the crowd, also raised her head, showing an interested look under her hood.

She really wanted to see what kind of magical words this man with whom she had recently maintained a frequent and inappropriate "mutual-help" relationship could say.

"I know what you guys are worried about, so I will give you a guarantee and an offer you can't refuse."

Blake snorted and took out a familiar thing from his hand.

The elemental emblem of the djinn.

This thing has become popular in almost all of Azeroth in the past half year. From the elven villages in Darkshore to the downtown area of ​​Stratholme, people everywhere are holding this thing and swaggering through the city.

The "omnipotent genie" has also become a "shortcut" for many people to realize their dreams in life.

This also includes many dog ​​gamblers.

There are indeed many people who became rich overnight through transactions with the djinn. The most legendary one is a poor boy from the Kingdom of Stromgard. Through three transactions with the djinn, he not only married the earl’s daughter, inherited the earl’s family property, but also Served as the mayor of the kingdom.

It can be said that I have reached the pinnacle of my life.

The story of the lucky boy inspired many people to seek out the djinn to make deals.

But the truth that propaganda everywhere will not tell these profit-minded guys is that the transaction of djinn gods is extremely risky.

In the past six months, according to Dalaran's statistics, at least two thousand people have lost their lives in the eastern continent alone because of various stupid wishes.

Therefore, although among the people, the djinn god Al Abbas is praised as a generous god, among orthodox spellcasters and high-level circles, the djinn god is undoubtedly regarded as something like an "evil god".

As far as Black knows, in Dalaran and Quel'Thalas, officials have banned the circulation of the Djinn emblem, but there are many private transactions.

After all, people’s desire to have it all overnight cannot be suppressed.

"What are you doing with this?"

Archmage Ansrem hated this kind of trickery that relied on mysticism. He said:

"Although the Djinn is an elemental demigod, powerful enough to rival demons, it is bound to the elemental power of Azeroth. Summoning it in Draenor is not a good idea."

"Hey, the wisdom of the stupid mage!"

Blake sneered:

"Do you think that's all I can do? Relying on a weak demigod to fight against demons? Are you looking down on me too much? Shut up and listen honestly."

After saying that, the pirate rubbed the emblem and quickly summoned the djinn.

But this time, Al Abbas did not come empty-handed. The moment he appeared, his wind-element claws held an elemental holy blade with a strange shape like a large tuning fork.

The moment this thing appeared, the spellcasters present all let out a cry of surprise.

Especially Kael'thas and Thessaly Black Crow, both of whom live in the Fire of Savras, can easily perceive the elemental power from the same source as the Primordial Fire from this elemental blade.

That is the original power of Azeroth!

The everlasting wind.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

Blake made an exaggerated entrance sound effect from his mouth, stretched out his hands to introduce the elemental blade in the hand of the djinn to everyone, he said:

"This holy blade will give birth to an elemental monarch who can replace Al'Akir, the Wind Rider. I originally planned to awaken His Highness Sunderland somewhere in Azeroth.

But later I discovered that instead of exposing myself at the risk of retaliation from the insane Al'Akir, it would be better for His Highness Sunderland to be reborn in a location that the Sky Wall cannot sense.

Therefore, I chose this elemental rescue battle in Draenor as the place of resurrection for His Highness Sunderland the Wind Chaser!

Therefore, there is not one demigod who will support the orcs in saving the world's elements, but two! At the same time, because His Highness Sunderland was born in the primordial wind of Azeroth, its power will not diminish due to the boundaries of the world.

It is the vanguard general in this elemental war!

What you have to do is to clean the battlefield for His Highness Sunderland, and don't let the demons interfere with its battle with Draenor's Elemental Echo.

As long as you work hard and wait for His Highness Sunderland to return to his loyal Sky Wall and replace the crazy Al'Akir as the God of Wind, everyone present will be a 'minister of the dragon'! "

The smelly pirate said eloquently:

“His Royal Highness Sunderland is famous for his generosity.

When the time comes, you will receive the goodwill of the new dynasty of Sky Wall. What do you want? The most important thing is that you helped His Highness Sunderland. When demons invade Azeroth in the future, His Highness Sunderland will definitely help you!

Isn’t this kind of mutual help what our miserable world needs most?

Hey, do you understand now?

Helping the orcs is helping yourselves.

I've already talked about this, but if you still can't make up your mind, then I really have no choice. "

Everyone was suddenly moved.

But Prince Kael'thas said:

"What about the Deceiver? That is no ordinary demon demigod. Once it really comes to Draenor, its power alone will be enough to dominate the battlefield."

"Do not worry."

Blake waved his hands indifferently and said:

"Even if the fraudsters come, they won't trouble you. If the sky falls, there will be tall people holding it up. What are you afraid of?"

"There are said to be some irreconcilable conflicts between the Deceiver and the Prophet Velen."

Seeing that others were unable to understand what Black meant, Prince Arthas, as the "Delano Baixiaosheng", explained to the others in a low voice:

"This is the news I heard in Shattrath City. Many Draenei people believe that the Deceiver is chasing them crazily, not only because of the Legion's orders, but also because the Deceiver hates his former brother for betraying him.

Therefore, when the Deceiver comes to Draenor, he will first find the Prophet Velen. Before the Prophet falls, the big demon will not be distracted by other things. "

"Well, is that so?"

Archmage Ansrem Ruinvivor rubbed his chin and nodded.

He and his companions looked at each other. The risks they were worried about were eliminated one by one by the pirates, making the success rate of this matter seem to be increasing.

Lord Ravencrest's cold eyes shone with thought.

There's another thing he's thinking about now.

In the previous exchange between Black and Illidan Stormrage, Illidan needed Black to find a portal or demon warship directly leading to Argus.

The Lord Death Knight looked at the excited Black in front of him with a suspicious look. He was very suspicious that all this seemed to be under the control of the pirates.

Even Ner'zhul, who is beside the pirates.

This old orc is so desperate to save the world and firmly believes that his adventure is effective. This attitude is most likely inseparable from Black.

But according to his understanding, the last time Ner'zhul entered Azeroth was during the Dalaran War, which was almost a year ago.

So, had Black predicted everything today a year ago and made all the adequate preparations in advance?

All this is in his plan and is progressing steadily according to his design.

How powerful is this damn prophet?

"Let's join!"

The great lord did not hesitate for long, then he held his cold demon blade Apocalypse and said:

"The Black Crow Chapter will fully assist the Shadowmoon clan and the orcs to complete the release of the world's elements, but we have a request that may offend everyone present, but I still have to say it.

All warriors who died in this battle, regardless of race or status, must join the Black Crow Chapter after the war! "

"we agree."

Ner'zhul no longer cares about red tape.

Anyway, the Shadow Moon Clan also has a tradition of controlling the dead, so it is not unacceptable to let the dead fight for the world in another way.

When is this happening now?

Your life is almost gone, how can you care about so much?

"We can accept that too."

Prince Kael'thas stroked the World Ring in his hand and whispered:

"But the Black Crow Chapter cannot take the initiative to promote this process. What I mean is that it will only push you to the other side of the living."

"The descendants of Dath'Remar are truly amazing."

Lord Ravencrest snorted and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Your ancestor would not have dared to speak like this in front of me, but he would be proud of you. Young man, he does not have such dark thoughts as you."

"That's because he didn't meet such a dark person like you back then, Great Lord."

Kael'thas replied in a respectful tone.

"Warriors protected by the Holy Light will not fall into corruption. Your evil aura is meaningless to the Paladin."

The great knight Turalyon declared the majesty of the Holy Light with a straight face. He did not believe that the paladin could be resurrected as an undead after dying in battle. He turned to look at the old orc Ner'zhul and said in a deep voice:

"We will also join this war, not because we like the orcs so much, but because the will of the Holy Light makes us unwilling to give up on this world that still has hope.

We claim that we stand for justice, and we will prove it with our actions!

If the new era you claim is really coming, then orcs, I hope to see you follow your promise and share this world with every life that is qualified to enjoy it.

This may be the second chance the merciful Holy Light will give you.

This is all for the will of the Holy Light! "

"Thank you, thank you all."

The old orc Ner'zhul saw that everyone in front of him had stood up to support his adventure, which made the orc who had been filled with pain and self-blame for the rest of his life shed tears at this moment.

No one could guess his complicated mood at this time.

But what is certain is that, at least for this moment, he grasped the fleeting hope that Blake once predicted.

"Then, after all the soldiers arrive, we will start executing our plan!"

The old orc wiped his eyes, pointed to the Karabor Temple in the distance, and said to everyone:

"The evil place that sealed the elemental spirits of Draenor is in the valley between the temple and this mountain. It is a land completely contaminated by evil energy. It is called the 'Hand of Gul'dan'.

We will fight there to the end! "

"etc."

Black reached out and pressed Ner'zhul's wrist, and said:

"Where are the arakkoa in the Arak Peaks? Aren't you going to take them with you? You even want the ogres in Gorgrond. These arakkoa are also good cannon fodder."

"It's not that I haven't tried."

Ner'zhul said helplessly:

"The fallen arakkoa have their god, that cunning guy. It doesn't want to believe me. In fact, it doesn't want to believe anyone. No one can persuade it because it doesn't listen at all."

"Is Old Ansu so autistic at this time?"

Blake said in surprise:

"Well, anyway, it will take a few days to wait for the follow-up wild boar mercenaries to arrive. I will go to the Arak Peaks myself, Hisari Black Crow!"

"Um?"

Miss Druid, who was suddenly called out, looked up suddenly and saw Blake twitching his fingers at her and saying:

"You come with me."

"Um???"