Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1631 264. You chose me as your commander, so my first order is

The draenei's spaceship technology comes from the Naaru, a proper "Naaru Power" black technology. When all facilities are operating well, such a gem ship can easily travel at the speed of light among the stars.

For a large interstellar ark like Storm Fortress, the super configuration of five naaru as energy supply allows it to easily carry the draenei across the stars.

They spent most of the twenty-five thousand years of their escape traveling at such high speeds.

However, a small frigate like the Exodar can only carry one Naaru, so it cannot achieve long-term light speed sailing. After all, the machine will not tire, but the Naaru will.

In the past, four small frigates could follow the Storm Fortress, but when traveling alone, they needed to plan their voyage to avoid the dangerous operation of getting lost among the stars due to Naaru fatigue.

Fortunately, there is no need to consider this when carrying out a reconnaissance mission to the planet Argus.

After Illidan used the Sargerite Keystone to pull the world of Argus directly from another section of the stars to the system where the world of Draenor is located, the distance between the two planets was still far away by mortal standards, but at the speed of light As far as the spaceship is concerned, it is only a few days' journey.

Traveling among the stars sounds very cool and very unmagical, but after getting used to this flying feeling, this journey quickly became boring.

This is especially true for a fun-loving player like Pirates.

Every time you look out the window, you can see the stars whose light is pulled into weird shapes due to the speed of light travel. It may be interesting at first sight, but after seeing too much, it becomes just that.

Although he was among the stars, the pirate was very unhappy that he couldn't even observe the wonderful sea of ​​stars here.

What's even more difficult is boredom. You can't fish in the sea of ​​stars.

So after staying there all morning, he immediately sprouted.

This bastard led a group of Draenei Dark Templar Assassins under his command to find a warehouse for stacking supplies on the lower deck of the spacecraft, and began to hold the traditional "Jedney Competition" of the Draenei people.

That is to say, watching the big-shouldered and round-waisted Draenei wrestling passionately with their bodies greased and shirtless, and also called it to boost their fighting spirit and keep them in fighting condition.

He used this reason to frustrate several Draenei garrison officers who came to inspect.

But when General Maraad came to check in person, he accidentally discovered that Black had actually opened a handicap for the contestants to bet on winning or losing, so the nature of the matter immediately changed.

"Hey! Gambling is not allowed on the spaceship, I'll take it all away!"

The stern garrison commander shouted to Black who was sitting on the supply box, surrounded by a group of Broken Dark Templars, drinking and watching wrestling like a mountain king, whistling twice from time to time:

"We are in a state of war. Your behavior is disrupting preparations for war. I have enough reasons to throw you into the prison cell!"

"Come on."

Blake rolled his eyes, took a sip of wine and said unhappily:

"I've given you a lot of respect by not tying up a few Draenei Little Hoof Vindicators to dance for fun. Don't bring trouble! You have to consider an issue, Lord Maraad.

This is a dangerous journey deep into the fel hearts of the stars, and every one of you except me has a chance of never coming back, so what's the big deal with a little indulgence at the end of your life?

Can't you enjoy yourself after fighting for a lifetime? "

After saying that, the pirate stared and shouted to the two dark templar warriors who stopped fighting in front of him:

"I am the commander appointed by Velen! You all must listen to me! Don't stop, keep wrestling and fighting!"

He also patted the bag in his hand, revealing a pile of slender hidden swords burning like flames stacked in the bag, and shouted to the assassins who were warming up in front of him:

"I have here a flame blade forged by the Titan Guardians specifically for covert operations, which can help you more easily assassinate all the demons you encounter, but I won't give it to each of you!

Only the top 32 of the Jedney Competition can get this good thing!

This is not only a symbol of strength, but also my process for selecting commanders for the following assassination operations! You all know that in that hellish place of Argus, you can't survive with only the wisdom of an assassin.

Moreover, this is the first battle since the establishment of the Dark Templar. I hope you will become famous in your lost hometown and become representatives of the draenei people who have been weak for more than 20,000 years and regenerate the spirit of resistance.

I hope that you, like your companions from other races, can become the uncrowned king who changes destiny with your hands!

Will you let me and your countrymen down? "

The pirates' calls with a few bewitching voices from the void immediately made the atmosphere of this wrestling match more lively, and the collision between the fighters also brought a bit of murderous intent.

Although the act of using void power to do such a thing is disdainful, it does not prevent Blake and others from enjoying the warm atmosphere.

When the stinky pirate saw this scene, he immediately shook the flagon in his hand at Maraad proudly. The commander of the defense officer was very angry. After all, he was a guy who had been maintaining order his whole life.

But he also realized that the pirates' claims were not completely unreasonable.

After hesitating for a few minutes, Maraad turned and left, but before leaving, the upright defender still stubbornly said to Black:

"No gambling! This is my bottom line, and there are corresponding provisions in the Exodar's flight regulations. What I mean is, you can entertain yourself, but don't affect others!"

"received."

The pirate didn't bother to talk to the orderer.

He waved his hand and dismissed the bored Maraad, but the pirate rolled his eyes and said a few words to the several Broken Assassins who were warming up next to him, asking them to send messages to other people on the ship.

So in the early morning of the next day, when General Maraad inspected the lower deck again, what he saw was a huge fight between a group of draenei, humans, elves, and orcs.

Even the human paladins who also believe in the Holy Light are gearing up to grease themselves, planning to compete with the draenei or greenskins here.

The entire lower deck has almost become a sea of ​​indulgence and joy.

That bastard Blake made the warehouse look like a fight club arena overnight. He even set up a "fighter's bar".

A large group of bruised and bruised warriors of all races were shouting loudly for the fighting fighters. Black himself was floating in the air, holding a dwarf microphone as a guest commentator.

The atmosphere was so exciting for a while.

The garrison officer hid at the door, and desperately found that some young garrison officers under his command who had just joined the army were participating in the patrol in the name of patrol.

Among them, there were several obviously drunk female guards standing on the table, dancing in cool clothes amidst the cheers of a group of men. There were also a few dwarfs and dwarfs hiding under the table and winking and peeking.

This scene made Maraad cover his eyes in despair.

He knew that it was a huge mistake to let Blake on board the ship in the first place. This was completely different from the serious military operation he had imagined. Seeing that they were getting more and more noisy, the commander-in-chief decided to stop them.

But just as he was about to enter, he felt a hand tap on his shoulder.

"do not go."

Old Fording's gentle voice sounded behind Maraad. The old light-forged knight was carrying a few bottles of wine he had brought and was wearing very casual clothes. He said to his fellow travelers:

"You will only be ridiculed severely by Black. Believe me, that guy has definitely thought of the lines to humiliate you. I can guarantee that you, the paladin who has been reading scriptures all his life, is definitely not the one who has grown a thousand years." The opponent of the stinky pirate who only has a tongue.

And that's not a bad thing.

Whether they are humans, elves, or greenskins, they all have a tradition of reveling before war.

Maraad, you can fight the fear of death with faith, but you cannot ask others to be the same as you. After all, everyone has different ways of relieving stress and fear.

In fact, it seems to me that Blake is helping you regulate the morale of this patchwork army. "

"This is so unseemly."

The garrison commander glanced at the warehouse where the demons were dancing, and he curled his lips and said:

"I can't understand the fun in such pre-war carnival. Indulgence will corrode the will of the soldiers."

"Are you sure you want to talk about corruption in front of an ancient god? He has given you face by not summoning a few void servants on your ship to enjoy yourself."

Old Fording squinted his eyes in surprise and said:

"Is there any deviation in your understanding of his career? You should have expected this when you asked him to come on board. I thought you had thought about it carefully and weighed the pros and cons.

There's no point in talking about this. Come on, let's go have a few drinks. Uther will be here soon, and we can just discuss rescuing poor Mograine. "

"I'm not going."

Maraad shook his head and said:

"This is not the way I'm used to relaxing. Such pleasure would make me feel painful."

"Well, that must be the way you enjoy yourself."

Old Fording grinned and pulled Maraad into the bustling warehouse. He said:

"I'm beginning to understand why the Draenei warriors respect you but alienate you. The Holy Light didn't tell you that having fun is wrong. I think you should learn to integrate into the group.

This has no effect on your war skills.

Come, put aside those worries about the future for a moment and celebrate our existence today. "

"Wow! Our little arena has won a heavyweight! Look! The noble and powerful Lord Maraad has condescended to come to this place of enjoyment for warriors.

His cold face may be because he wants to scold us degenerate bastards, so what should we do?

Are you going to drop the bottle of wine in your hand now and accept the boring scolding from the Holy Light? "

Black, who was suspended in the air, had sharp eyes. He immediately saw Maraad walking into the warehouse with Old Fording. He lengthened his voice and shouted a few times in a sinister manner, making the whole lively scene become awkward.

Theoretically speaking, their mischief here did not comply with the Exodar's flight regulations, especially the dozen or so dancing girls who screamed and started looking for the clothes they had thrown away.

Maraad looked around with his own eyes. He moved his fingers and planned to turn away with a cold face, but Old Fording shook his head and gave him a wink.

The commander hesitated for a few seconds, then reached out and unhooked the heavy jeweled battle helmet on his body, and moved his shoulders in the standard posture of a Jedney Competition wrestler.

This action stunned the Delaneys for a moment, and then huge cheers rang out in the small venue.

Several drunken Draenei female defenders ran over with their tails swung, and enthusiastically applied wrestling grease to the commander's scarred muscles. When Maraad walked into the wrestling ring wearing a wolf-head mask, the entire fighter The competition suddenly reached the climax of madness.

The smelly pirate in the air curled his lips in displeasure.

He originally planned to give Maraad a good look, but to his surprise, this old-fashioned bastard actually used a "quick change" of energy to properly take over the morale he had incited.

"What a nasty bastard."

Blake cursed a few words in a low voice. He left the crowd and threw the microphone in his hand to a drunken human paladin who was holding a hoof girl and gnawing next to him. He motioned for him to be the commentator.

The latter laughed a few times in surprise, hugged the also drunken sister, crookedly walked up to the stacked boxes, coughed a few times, and shouted with a broken gong voice:

"Hello everyone, I am the new temporary commentator Marcus, and now I will explain to you Lord Maraad's amazing wrestling skills.

Well! Look, the Commander-in-Chief easily fell down the pitiful greenskin who dared to challenge him. This is really enjoyable.

The pathetic greenskins can go home and feed themselves!

Come on, let the applause ring out! Let's bring in the next victim! "

Amid the boos and cheers of the crowd, the next Draenei warrior walked into the arena with high morale, but Black no longer cared about it.

He squeezed through the crowd and came to the condescending place on the second floor of the warehouse. There were several tables here and the commanders were all here.

"Hey, why did you bring that nasty guy here?"

The pirate was very dissatisfied and took the unopened wine bottle from Old Fording's hand, bit off the cork and took a few sips, and said to the paladin in front of him:

"I think you are deliberately causing trouble. If things weren't right now, I would really throw you out of the spaceship and let you experience what it means to be a Paladin among the stars."

"I just met him and gave him a few words of advice."

Old Fording shrugged and looked back at Maraad, who easily knocked the third challenger to the ground. The old knight also put his fingers in his mouth and blew a sharp, long whistle.

He turned around and said to the unhappy pirate:

"I still have something to ask you. Before leaving, Your Majesty told us to bring back Mograine no matter what, but we know nothing about the situation in Argus. What do you think we should do after we go there? Where to start?"

"I don't think we need to save him at all."

The pirate leaned against the railing, admiring the graceful dancing and figures of the draenei girls below. He said casually:

“It’s been so long, and there are only two endings for Grand Duke Alexandros Mograine, either he has been corrupted and turned into a demon’s henchman.

Or he must have escaped the devil's imprisonment and become a member of the rebels in that doomsday land.

No matter what the situation is, you don't need to worry about Alessandro's fate. You don't really think that the demons spent so much energy tying a human paladin to Argus just to kill him for fun, do you? "

Black curled his lips, turned back to Old Fording and said:

"So, instead of worrying about Mograine, I think you should worry about yourselves.

According to my rough calculation, if you want to return to Azeroth alive with glory, it is conservatively estimated that everyone here must kill at least two thousand demons with their own hands. "

"Two thousand?"

Old Fording shrugged, sat on the chair and stretched his arms, and said:

"That will definitely make your shoulders sore. But no matter what you say, we have to fulfill our responsibilities to Mograine. After entering Argus, we may have to split up."

"Letting a group of you wander around in Argus, an unfamiliar place, is simply sending you to suicide."

The pirate drank the last sip of wine with malice, wiped his mouth and said to the old knight:

"The most important thing is that it is not good for me to let you commit suicide, so I will act with you, but I want to take over the command! Old Fording, from now on, I will be your superior."

"I have no opinion."

Old Fording coughed and gave a crooked military salute to Black. He joked:

"Then please give me your order, Commander Black, what do you need a veteran to do for you? A round of drinks first?"

"You think beautifully!"

The smelly pirate pointed at the fighting arena below maliciously and said:

"Fording! My subordinates, I order you to join the battle now! Use your outstanding combat experience and the power of the Holy Light to knock down that nasty Maraad!

Push him to the ground and humiliate him severely.

What are you still doing?

Take off your clothes!

Do you want me to anoint you myself? Humph, it’s not impossible.”