Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The pained and happy Warchief Red didn't know that his evil captain had already "acquired" Calia Menethil, but if he knew, he would definitely be happier.

Although he was severely whipped again, the warchief was still in a good mood after sending Black away.

While lying on the bed and letting the tearful female orc help him apply the medicine, Chief Red's dirty mind had escaped from the painful skin and entered into a beautiful vision of the future.

He knew that Captain Black had begun to help him solve the last and most core problem the orcs left in Azeroth.

Once the considerable number of orc prisoners currently imprisoned are released peacefully, it means that the war between humans and orcs and the blood feud between the two sides can end.

Although in his generation this was peacemaking in name only at best.

But once the door to negotiations is opened, it cannot be closed. As long as Red's successor is not a fool, the next warchief will take the initiative to bridge the hatred caused by this war.

If it doesn't work, the orcs will completely withdraw from Azeroth and return to the world of Draenor, which is waiting for development, to live their own lives behind closed doors.

Of course, it would be best to maintain the few strongholds the orcs currently have in Azeroth. The world of Draenor was destroyed by war, and its recovery will take decades or even centuries.

In such a world, the development of orc civilization must be very difficult. If we can get the support of resources from all fields in Azeroth, the path of orc civilization will be much easier.

Not to mention anything else, the druids' ability to coordinate nature alone can speed up the environmental recovery of the world of Draenor several times.

Moreover, the orcs' previous civilizational form only reached the tribal system. If they want to continue to develop, they must learn from other civilizations. The diverse civilizations of Azeroth can provide a lot of reference and experience for future orc chiefs.

That's right

Our Chief Red, who is just waiting to die, has begun to think about the future of the orc civilization, which fully proves that Red can also have a big plan.

Although most of the time he is not very willing to use his brain.

After all, like Fenner, after getting used to the convenient and easy-to-use external brain, thinking by yourself becomes a burden.

"Great Chief, the Black Dragon's envoy is here."

The chief's bodyguard conveyed a message to Red, and the chief was about to get up and change his clothes to meet the guests. But when he saw his beaten and bruised self in the mirror, Red suddenly rolled his eyes, and he thought of a good idea. , without changing clothes, just covered with wounds, he was supported by several orc maids and came to the black dragon messenger.

The black dragon envoy originally thought that the summons this time was that the greedy dog ​​Red wanted to extort money from them, and he couldn't muster the energy to deal with this stupid, lazy, and greedy bastard.

But when it saw the wounded, pale and angry Chief Red, the Black Dragon Messenger was also startled.

What's going on here?

"Look at the good stuff you've done!"

Red acted in his true role. He drank up the wine in front of him angrily and smashed the wine glass made of the dwarf skull at the feet of the black dragon envoy. He cursed angrily:

"I have warned you a long time ago. I don't care if you play tricks on us in Black Wing Lair, but don't cause trouble for me! But you didn't listen to my warning at all.

I don't want to know what you are doing either!

But your actions have been known to Tol Barad. Look at the injuries on my body, bastard! Those bastard pirates with their nostrils in the air hung me up and whipped me all day long!

All this humiliation and pain is due to you!

asshole!

Take all your belongings and get out of Blackrock Tower immediately! The orthodox tribe no longer welcomes you! "

Hearing Red roaring like this, the Black Dragon Messenger immediately understood the problem.

This caused a fleeting hint of disdain and nervousness to appear in his beastly eyes.

The disdain is because Red, this pathetic bastard, is already the orc overlord who controls a party, but he still willingly obeys the command of a group of stinky pirates without any ideas or ambitions of his own.

Nervous because the black dragons know exactly who is behind the pirate dominion of Tol Barad.

Prince Nefarian specifically emphasized that all preparations for the birth of the world-destroying dragon beast Chromatus must carefully avoid Black Shaw's domain.

Obviously, the Black Dragon Prince didn't want to mess with Black, a bastard rival, before things were completely successful.

However, the Black Dragons were obviously very careful. Whether they were collecting various materials or looking for evil people from various places to join the Black Dragon Legion, they did not directly conflict with Black Shaw, but the news was still leaked.

It can be seen from the terrible scars on Red's body that this time the pirate envoy came with real anger and reprimanded him. This proved that Black Shaw was very dissatisfied with the Black Dragon's actions and was also very dissatisfied with Red's secret communication with the Black Dragon. accurate.

But it is obviously impossible for the black dragons to move out of Blackstone Tower now.

The production of Chromatus has reached the final stage, and we are just waiting for the mysterious prisoner to be sent over this afternoon to perform the final organ transplantation and suturing on the Deathdramon.

This bastard dog Red really picked a good time.

The Black Dragon Messenger flexed his fingers. He really didn't have a good impression of the stupid, bad, and greedy orc chief in front of him. If possible, he wanted to kill Red here now.

But the prince's plan is the most important.

Therefore, the messenger tried hard to suppress his dissatisfaction. This gloomy guy in human form said to Red apologetically:

"Oh, it was our carelessness that caused the noble Chief Red to suffer such humiliation. Please rest assured that the Black Dragon Legion is very generous to all its friends.

We will compensate you for your losses. As for moving away, well, we don’t want to cause trouble to our loyal friends. We will move away, War Chief.

But please give us some time to prepare.

After all, Blackwing Lair is a warm home and a beautiful memory shared by all black dragons. We need some time to sort out our supplies and tidy up our memories. "

"You don't have much time left!"

Reid replied with a gloomy and arrogant look:

"In a week, Tol Barad will send a fleet to the Burning Steppes. Thanks to your stupid behavior, the entire Blackrock Spire will be inspected by those bastards with fists on their faces.

I still need to write several more review reports, damn it! In order to ensure my status among the increasingly powerful undead pirates, I have to accept this humiliation.

But you said you would compensate me, right?

Then I have to add money, just ten times the price of the gift you gave me last time! Bastard, in order to open up the connections of those old seals who are more greedy than me, I have to pay a lot of blood.

You have to pay this money for me, but don't expect me to pay a penny.

This is all your fault!

You must take responsibility.

Accepting you was the stupidest decision I have ever made in my life! "

"Ten times? You really dare to say that."

Even though the Black Dragon Envoy had already made up his mind to deal with Red and get rid of the matter, but after hearing Red's asking price, the Black Dragon Envoy also became extremely angry.

During this period, in order to ensure that the birth of Chromatus was not disturbed, the Black Dragon Legion used a "big money throw" attitude to stabilize Red and the greedy soldiers under his command.

This has caused great losses to the black dragons' treasure house, and the black dragons are not willing to see the treasures they have worked so hard to collect just give up to others.

They were already very dissatisfied, and now this idiot Red actually wants more.

court death!

The Black Dragon Envoy could no longer hold back the murderous intention in his heart. Such a greedy and stupid bastard dared to negotiate terms with the Black Dragon Legion. Well, he'd better kill him. Anyway, he wouldn't be needed soon.

Thinking of this, the Black Dragon Messenger began to move his fingers, ready to move.

But a few seconds later, with the sound of heavy footsteps, Varok Saurfang, the first warrior of Blackstone Mountain and the chief of the Kor'kron clan of the orthodox tribe, who had just returned to Blackrock Tower from Northrend and looked very haggard, walked into the chief. hall.

The old orc warlord with a black mourning cloth wrapped around his arm glanced at the black dragon messenger beside him, his eyes were as cold as ice, which made the young black dragon's heart suddenly tremble.

Damn it!

How could you forget this evil star?

This old guy is the most capable of fighting under Gou Lei.

An ordinary black dragon would have a hard time escaping from his dragon-slaying ax, a warrior sacred object said to be inherited from his dead brother.

"Warchief, Grommash is here."

Varok didn't pay attention to the black dragon's timidity. He said to Red in a disrespectful tone:

"He said he hoped to stay in Blackstone Mountain for a while until the destined moment arrives. But Grom is very ill and may need several shamans to keep an eye on his condition."

"Ah, is our most powerful war chief in the history of the orcs finally willing to condescend to inspect this hellish place of ours?"

After hearing Varok's report, Reid stood up in surprise, looked at the pale black dragon envoy, and said with a hint of ridicule:

"I heard that the men of the Hellscream family will never die as long as they have enemies. Perhaps Chief Grom's serious illness is because he can no longer find a good opponent in that hellish place of Kalimdor.

Quickly connect him to Blackstone Mountain and tell Grommash that war madman that we have many uninvited guests called black dragons here. I think he will definitely be willing to stretch his muscles.

They might even help us kill a few stingy black dragons for free. "

Hearing Red's barely concealed threat, the Black Dragon Messenger clenched his fists in humiliation, but even as a young man, he had heard of the terrifying power of Grom Hellscream.

It is said that for a time, when Grom first arrived in Azeroth, he and his clan were hired by the mysterious dragons to help them hunt the black dragons.

Although that transaction only lasted a short time, several unlucky black dragons still died at the hands of the Warsong clan.

He also participated in the battle against Deathwing, using his ax to smash the World Destroyer's dragon horn. This achievement alone was enough to scare the young black dragons.

After Varok turned and left, Red sat back on his chief's throne. The injuries on his body made the corners of his mouth twitch, but the stupid, bad and greedy war chief had a chance to win this time.

He picked up the wine glass, took a sip of the wine carelessly and said to the black dragon envoy who had his head lowered:

"Ten times! Remember, if you send it to me before this afternoon, I will give you another seven days of grace. Otherwise, in the face of you terrible 'tenants', I will have to ask my dear Chief Grom to replace you and me. Let’s have a chat.

Then all your things will be mine.

Look how sincere I am, I can obviously rob you, but I still want to be reasonable with you.

So, don’t be ungrateful.

Understand? "

——

"This bastard is really lucky."

Hiding in the shadow of the depressed and humiliated Black Dragon Messenger, Black entered the heavily defended Black Wing Lair while looking at the dark furnishings of the Black Dragon Land, while complaining in his heart:

"Who would have thought that Grom Hellscream, who was about to die of illness, would come to Blackstone Mountain at this time and give Red the best opportunity to show off his power.

Grom Hellscream, who is determined to die, plus Varok Saurfang, who is unhappy, and legendary shamans like Drek'Thar to help him fight, not to mention Nefarian, even when facing the Dragon King. It's enough to fight.

Haha, the poor black dragons are really having a bad time. "

Blake complained like this, his eyes looking back and forth around the greatly changed Black Wings' Nest. Compared to the last time he came here, the Black Wings' Nest at this time has been completely transformed into a dragon military camp.

A large number of young dragons were cared for and nurtured by the black dragon dragons. Those dragon cubs were placed on a platform with special devices, and the dragons continued to feed them various kinds of meat.

A large number of black dragons are patrolling the Black Wing Lair, and there are several powerful-looking adult black dragons flying around on guard.

The two-headed dragon beast Chromaggus, who had been released by Black before and caused a big chaos, was trapped in a stable with heavy chains around his neck to guard Nefarian's throne.

But Blake knows that these are just illusions!

The real secret of the Black Dragon Legion is in the Black Wing Blood Circle behind the throne, and the production site of the world-destroying dragon beast Chromatus should also be there.

The pirate shook his head, took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.

There are still a few minutes left before Sephiel revealed before that the bronze dragon Chromie, who was unlucky enough to be captured by Toki, would be transferred to Blackstone Tower.

Following the prompt left by Sephiel, Black arrived at the prison hall at the bottom of the Black Wing Lair in advance and waited patiently in the third empty cell on the left.

When the countdown was one minute, as the time stream flashed, Sephiel also appeared here.

She was not surprised by Blake, who was leaning against the wall and waiting for her in a handsome pose. Instead, he took a step forward and took the initiative to kiss him passionately in this dark place.

The couple kissed and caressed each other in the dark cell until ten seconds counted down. Sephiel pushed Blake away and looked at him suspiciously.

The pirate who looked at him felt guilty for a while, and then Sephiel asked:

"Who were you with last night?"

"I was alone. I took a shower and went to bed. I definitely didn't do anything bad."

Blake raised his hands in defense and said:

"You have to believe me."

"Then why do you have a strange perfume smell on your body and hands?"

The first deputy dragon asked relentlessly:

"Although the fragrance has dissipated, to the bronze dragon, it is as clear as when it was first stained. Answer honestly! Black, don't force me to go back in time."

"Look! Chromie is coming."

Blake pulled out Salamani with a loud noise. Sephiel snorted and took out a very delicate yellow stone hourglass. She whispered to Blake:

"Just wait for me!"

"I'm going to tell Xal'atath about your stealing, and she'll give you and your little wildcat a hard lesson."