Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"The orthodox tribe is still stationed in Blackstone Mountain. Brox Saurfang is our Kor'kron Warlord. His remains should be returned to Blackstone Mountain for burial!

Otherwise, my soldiers will say that I, the great chief, am incompetent!

They will spread rumors that I, the useless chief, can't even bring back the heroes of our orthodox tribe! "

The fat chief Red stood at the entrance of the Karabor Temple, leaning on his dark hand, and scolded Drek'Thar and other orc shamans:

“This is not just because the orthodox tribes also have to remember the passing of their heroes, but it also has a more practical meaning!

During his lifetime, Brox supported my great idea of ​​returning all orcs to their homeland.

Draenor has now entered recovery, which also means that the great ideals of the orthodox tribe must be put into practice. At this time, the existence of Brox is even more needed to give the orcs confidence!

Elder Drek'Thar, you have also been in Blackstone Mountain. You should know that many veterans are afraid of their hometown.

Like you, they all feel guilty about their hometown.

I need to bring Brox back to Blackrock Mountain to stabilize people's hearts and encourage our people with his stories of prowess and legend. "

"That's right."

Draenor Pirate King Maimu also spoke for his brother.

However, the angle from which he made his opinion was rather tricky. He said:

"Almost all of Overseer Brox's friends died in the war, and the remains of those brave warriors are sleeping in the cemetery in Blackstone Mountain. If Overseer Izumi knew, he would also wish to stay with his former companions.

Besides, it’s not like we don’t allow the heroic souls of Commander Brox to return home!

When the orthodox tribe returns to Draenor, we will bring the bones of those heroic spirits back together, and we are not in a hurry in the past few years. "

"Azeroth is not our homeland!"

Shao Shaoxia, who was following Elder Drektal, still had red eyes. As an excellent warrior, he could sympathize with the sacrifices Brox had made, and naturally he did not agree with Chief Red's behavior. The act of showing off a hero.

He shouted:

"If Overseer Brooks could still speak, he would definitely not want to go back to the world that made him sad. He would be willing to return home."

"The Saurfang family's ancestral home in Gorgrond has long since disappeared! It's full of bugs now. Do you want his body to be exposed in the wilderness?"

Red's eyes widened. After a life-and-death battle, the warchief also had a ferocious aura. He raised his leg and kicked towards Young Hero Ho, but the kick was in vain.

Then he cursed:

"Stop interrupting when you are talking, little brat! Your father is not dead yet, so it is not your turn to represent the Warsong clan!"

After saying that, the great chief looked at the silent elder Frostwolf again. He looked left and right and lowered his voice and said:

"I know this is a political demand, and it is somewhat insulting to Brox's honor, but after all, what we are discussing is the future of so many people stranded in Azeroth.

If Brox's coffin had been left in Blackstone Mountain, and so many humans had publicized his great deeds, our voices in discussing the release of orc prisoners with those human kingdoms would have been louder.

Elder Drek'Thar, this is all for the sake of the people.

You are not so naive as to think that everyone is facing the threat of demons, so humans will unconditionally release those of our tribe who have been imprisoned for more than two years, right?

If Cui Yige were here, I believe he would support me. "

Hearing the great chief's sincerity, Elder Drek'Thar was also a little hesitant.

Logically speaking, he couldn't refute Red even if he gave this reason.

There are now shelters for orcs in various kingdoms in the eastern continent. Except for the Gilneans who sold orc prisoners to Narthalas College to work as coolies, all the orc prisoners in other kingdoms are being imprisoned.

Under the hatred accumulated in the past seven years of war, it is indeed not that easy to persuade humans to release people, and this time Brox's sacrifice to protect the world is just the breakthrough.

At least it can create a wave of goodwill among the Holy Light Church.

"No matter what you say, I just don't agree!"

Shao Shaoxia grinned and complained:

"My dad will die sooner or later. That bad old man can't even swing an ax now. He won't live for long. I will be the War Song Chief from now on. If I say no, I can't!"

"No, Garrosh, the warchief may be right this time."

As Brooks' nephew, Delanoche was sad but still thinking calmly. He took Shao Shaoxia's wrist and said to him:

"We really have to think about those tribesmen who are still imprisoned. This incident is a good opportunity."

"That's right."

The young orc Thrall also advised:

"If Warlord Brooks is still alive, he will also agree to this choice that is beneficial to the tribe, and I think it doesn't even matter if we say it!"

Thrall looked at Varok Saurfang, who had been silent, and said:

"Overseer Varok is the one who can call the shots."

The next moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Varok. The equally old orc was silently stroking his brother's wooden coffin.

After a few seconds, he said:

"Go back to Azeroth!

My brother has been fulfilling the wishes of Warchief Orgrim, and the warchief's last order to him was to help his people as much as possible.

Red is right, the territory of the Saurfang family has long been destroyed by war, and I don’t want my brother to stay in the wilderness until the ancestral land is rebuilt.

But he will eventually return to his hometown.

Return to the simple and magnificent hometown in his memory. "

"Of course, I promise!"

Red grinned, clenched his fists and patted his chest. After everything was discussed, Red, as the representative of the orcs, went to discuss with the humans about the orc prisoners of war.

He walked towards the human station of the Dark Temple, and after walking through a corridor, he saw the smelly pirate leaning on the corridor and smoking a pipe.

Red looked around and walked over, whispering to Blake:

"It's done, Captain.

It took a while to convince them, but the results were good. But I don't know what's the point of you insisting that I bring Warlord Brox back to Azeroth?

He has died like a hero. Even if I don't like the guy who misses Orgrim wholeheartedly, I have to admit that he is indeed a great man.

Do you have any plans for his fate? "

"Don't ask any more questions."

The pirate blew out a smoke ring, glanced at Reid, and said:

"Precisely because Brox is a hero, he cannot fall here. His story has only reached a small peak. Do you think a warrior who is so powerful that he can cut down gods will be stopped by a mere death?"

Red was horrified when he heard Black's statement.

The chief was not as stupid as he looked. He immediately realized one thing. He looked at the smelly pirate with fear in his eyes and begged:

"You don't mean to do this, Captain, you will arouse the anger of all the orcs! By then, Maim and I will not be able to suppress it."

"What are you afraid of?"

Blake pouted and said:

"I have my own plan. You can go about your business. When the time comes, you can adapt to the situation and take it out. Do you understand?"

"Um."

Red nodded.

He wanted to persuade the stinky pirate, but after thinking about it, he finally turned around and left.

The pirate watched Chief Red walk away. He rubbed his hands with an expression of anticipation and eagerness on his face.

Now everyone is drinking and having fun. The soldiers who have gone through a big battle want to use this kind of indulgence to relax their tense mood. After all, a world has been saved. This is a real good thing. No amount of enjoyment is too much. .

Tonight's Karabo Temple is destined to be a sea of ​​joy, and as we all know, when everyone is enjoying themselves, they will always relax their vigilance, leaving a gap for some saboteurs to take advantage of.

"My dear ancient lord, be prepared."

Blake said in Will:

"We take action tonight. If everything goes well, we will be done before they react."

"I don't think it's going to go well."

Xal'atath whispered:

"Don't forget those vengeful Nathrezim. You ruined their plans and they won't give up. I suspect there are at least a few hundred Dreadlords hiding among the crowd.

They're waiting for you to make the move and then give you a big surprise just like you gave them a surprise! "

"The Dreadlord?"

Blake sneered and said:

"If they dare to appear here, don't even think about leaving. The Karabo Temple now is not the loosely defended place it was before. Let's go pay a visit to our 'King of Outland'."

The pirate straightened his clothes, dissipated the smell of alcohol, and disappeared. Soon he walked through the "staff passage" shaped by the huge magic steel chain connecting the ground and the temple dome to the top of the Dark Temple.

In the not-too-distant past, Blake killed the high-ranking demon Kazzak here. Today's dome still has traces of that day's battle. The ground corroded by the demon blood is pitted and looks very ugly.

But it did not affect the good mood of the Illidari gathering here.

They can't see the stains anyway, so they pretend they don't exist.

"My evil and powerful master, why are you here?"

As soon as Blake appeared, the charming Shivala demon witch Matron Shahras ran over quickly. Her body was trembling. After all, she felt uncomfortable being with a blind man whose mission and pleasure was to hunt demons. sense of security.

The stinky pirate is her only support here.

This Shivara demon who knew how to serve people was also very discerning. When he approached Blake, he held the smashed head of Soul Hunter Imenar in his six hands and presented it as a gift.

But Blake, who had high requirements for collections, took one glance at the broken head and lost interest. He is a well-known belt collector in Azeroth! Such a low-quality skull would seriously undermine the quality of his collection.

"You can keep it for yourself."

Black waved his hand, threw a devil's contract to Shahras, and said:

"This thing was done well, so from today on, you are my contracted devil. From now on, no one will dare to bully you when you walk around Draenor."

"Thank you, Master of all evil."

Shahrath tore open the scroll without hesitation, dripped her own demonic blood, and established the contract. It was not until she was reversely strengthened by Blake's void magic that the timid Shivara demon gained some confidence.

Realizing that he had someone to support him, this guy became even more arrogant when walking.

She even planned to try to provoke the demon hunters around her who were "looking" at her. It can only be said that she is indeed a demon witch who is afraid of chaos in the world. She is indeed professional in sowing discord.

"Master, let's get out of this hellish place quickly."

Mother Shahras lay next to Blake's ear, licking her tongue and whispering:

"Staying with these blind men makes me feel uncomfortable all over. Why don't we find a good place and let me show you my 'ability'."

"Very good. Demons as motivated as you are now rare. I need your excellent ability to serve me."

Blake snapped his fingers and said something to Shahras behind him.

The demon witch hesitated for a moment and whispered:

"Is it here? Although they are all blind, little master, are you really sure you want to be in front of so many people? I don't care, this is really exciting, but"

"That's enough! You dirty devil with a mind full of bitterness!"

The pirate scolded:

"We are on business!"

"Ah, so you are doing business?"

With a disappointed look on her face, Shahras pulled up her half-dressed robe again, and she complained in a low voice:

"I thought I was going to have fun."

"Hey, Illidan!"

Black no longer wanted to pay attention to this female demon whose brain was burned by lust. He called out to Illidan Stormrage, who was squatting on the edge of the dome of Karabor Temple in a domineering and sad posture.

The latter immediately put away the small yellow flower in his hand like magic, coughed a few more times and stood up, turning back to look at Blake with a "cool" attitude.

"I found an adjutant for you!"

The pirates were not polite either.

Pointing to the shivering Matron Shahras behind her, she said to Illidan Stormrage:

"She is very familiar with this temple. She also has a way in the Twisting Nether to help you summon some obedient demons to serve you. She will be stationed in Illidari as a liaison officer between you and me.

If there is any important news, I will ask her to pass it on to you.

In addition, this Karabor temple will be jointly managed by the local Ashtongue Deathsworn and some Draenei garrison officers. We will adopt the model we used in Hellfire Citadel, and you will demarcate the control area among yourself.

is that OK? "

"How did you know I was going to use this temple as my base?"

Illidan sneered and said:

"Maybe I want to go back to Azeroth to develop?"

"Of course you can go back, no one will stop you."

Blake rolled his eyes and said:

"Anyway, the Kaldorei anti-magic coalition has been reorganized now, with High Priest Tyrande serving as the nominal leader. You will inevitably have to deal with her after you return.

You'd be excited, right? After all, sour secret love is the most beautiful and pure feeling. "

"You're so annoying!"

Illidan gritted his teeth and said this, acknowledging that he would stay in Draenor to face the challenges of the demons. The pirate laughed, waved his hands and said:

"Don't be angry, I have good news to tell you. When I go back to Azeroth to connect in series, powerful reinforcements will soon arrive to support you on boarding Argus.

The next battle will be fought on the devil's territory. "

"Yeah?"

When Brother Dan heard the news, he immediately smiled broadly. He was obviously very interested in the matter.

He asked:

"You said the reinforcements are very powerful. How powerful are they?"

"My two lieutenants are two Titan Guardian demigods. How powerful do you think the reinforcements are? As long as Aggramar doesn't take action, they will include us and the cannon fodder who may appear!

We could flatten the entire Argus! "

The pirate snorted proudly, looking very high-spirited. His words made Illidan even more satisfied. Who wouldn't want such an ally?

"I have left a group of Nagas on the Zangarhai side. I heard that they are doing well. You can send someone to contact them."

The pirate warned again:

"I have some friendship with Ms. Vashj. She will sell me this favor, as well as the Breakers of the Ashtongue Deathsworn. You have conquered the Krokus of Argus, and you should ally with Akama. Very easy.

In short, train as many troops as possible. Illidan, when we board Argus, we will still need you as a 'guide' to lead the way.

In addition, please help me keep an eye on the Legion of Light. I very much suspect that they will also secretly contact the draenei in Draenor. You have also been in contact with them. You should know how annoying they are.

That 'Holy Light Madman' Zela has been thinking about you, the 'evil old bacon'.

Therefore, if you really discover their whereabouts, send a message to the Pirate King I stayed in the local area, and he will take care of it.

Oh, right. "

Blake said casually:

"There seem to be some nasty Dreadlords hiding in this temple, ready to cause trouble in secret."

"Yeah?"

Illidan licked his lips and said:

"Leave it to me. Are you going back? Don't you want to ask me about what happened ten thousand years ago?"

"That's not necessary."

Blake waved his hand and said casually:

"The future me doesn't want the present me to know that there must be some truth to this. No one understands me better than me, so I will naturally follow the advice I left for myself.

Also, it might be a little noisy tonight, so I'm going to choose some unique ways of 'having fun'.

I hope your sleep quality is good enough.

If you hear someone shouting "Help", don't come out to join in the fun, otherwise you will end up with blood splattered all over you. "