Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Southeast of the Hillsbrad Hills, near Dangarok Castle where the dwarves were guarding, Blake was riding on the back of the hell horse he had summoned, leisurely heading towards the castle on the hill.

Behind him, Moros rode an undead war horse obtained from the stables of Karazhan.

These poor horses did not escape the "Karazhan Massacre" six years ago. They were transformed overnight into decaying undead forms with only skeletons left.

But in front of them are all well-bred war horses domesticated by Medivh, so they maintain a quite majestic posture even after death.

The hunter Atumen put silk robes on them and put saddles on them, so that they could perform their duties as vehicles again.

As for the addition of Moros, it was an unexpected surprise.

Black originally thought that this loyal undead butler would go to Kalimdor to live in seclusion with his old mistress and young master, but Aegwynn seemed to really make up his mind to take little Adrian to live in seclusion outside the world.

When she left, she didn't even see Blake, so naturally she wouldn't take extra people with her.

Karazhan was abandoned last night.

Moros, who had nowhere to go, after taking some time to think and say goodbye to his new little master, joined Black and became his personal butler.

Of course, this is also because of Black's noble status.

Serving a prince and the crown prince of the kingdom is not a disgrace to Moros's extremely glorious career experience.

As for tonight, Blake will take some time to visit his old dwarf friends in Dangarok Castle and ask them about the recent situation in the hills and northern Xinjiang.

"What do you think about the war between the Alliance and the Horde?"

Blake, who was riding on the horse, turned around and asked. Moros, who was riding the undead war horse with grace, replied appropriately:

"Sir, I'm just a butler."

"All my time is spent managing my master's daily life and completing his instructions. I have no extra energy or interest to pay attention to a war that has nothing to do with me.

Unless the discussion about war can make my master feel happy. "

"All right."

Blake curled his lips and said:

"That's true.

Since six years ago, you have had nothing to do with other things in this world, but listen to my advice, Moros, my steward, and the world will undergo great changes.

After the war is over, there may be a period of peace, but that is just the middle of the brewing of the next war, and you should pay more attention to this world.

I also need an intelligence officer who can take my worries off my shoulders. "

"Okay, sir."

Moros took out a small notebook and wrote down this request. He nodded and said:

"I will spend some energy on this."

"So, are you interested in joining Ravenholdt Manor?"

Blake added:

"In the past six years, you have devoted yourself to fighting off the bandits who tried to enter Karazhan, and under the influence of dark magic, you have become a skilled assassin.

Perhaps with just a little basic training, your butler career will open a new chapter. "

"That manor, I heard Master Medivh talk about it when I was serving him. It seems to be a very powerful organization. For a while, they have been trying to send people to infiltrate Karazhan."

Moros, who was wearing a mask, nodded and said:

"Sir, are you also a member of that organization?"

"Well, I am.

You can think of it as a 'club' of assassins. Joining it can gain a lot of network resources, which is also very beneficial to you in completing your stewardship work in the future. "

Black said:

"During this period, you can observe that organization and then make a decision."

"Well, I think sir, you have a little bit of a problem with your understanding of the content of 'housekeeping work'."

Moros looked at the dagger on his waist and said:

"When serving Master Medivh, I rarely use these two weapons. But if this is what you ask of me, then I will try to adapt."

"Don't push yourself, but I think you'll like that place."

Blake laughed and said:

“The people there are interesting and some of the guys are nice to talk to, but be careful with everyone you meet, they will claim to be your ‘friend’.

But for the most part, they are neither.

Well, what are you doing in front?

Were you attacked? Why are these dwarves so noisy? "

When Blake approached the dwarf castle, he found flames in front of him. But when he got closer, he discovered that it was not the castle that was on fire, but the noisy dwarves holding a celebration.

"Hey, man. What's going on here?"

Blake took a few steps forward and shouted to the dwarf guard who was guarding the gate of the castle and was drinking beer.

The next moment, he and Moros were targeted by several muskets.

"Stop! Don't move! If you go any further, we'll shoot!"

Although the dwarves were drunk, this was still a strategic military location, and there were sentries hidden secretly.

Black raised his hands, took out something from his bag and threw it over. A dwarf musketeer picked up the thing and took a look and found that it was an orc-style blade fist.

So the dwarf immediately understood who the visitor was, and he shouted into the castle with his broken gong voice:

"Guys! Heroes of Dungarok Castle! Champions of the Alliance! Our orc killer is back! Who's going to get him some beer too?"

The next moment, the carnival venue in front of the castle suddenly erupted with cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami. Immediately, enthusiastic dwarves who had already drunk and were confused rushed out and surrounded Blake into the castle.

They cheered Black's name.

In the pirate's hand, someone didn't know who had stuffed a large glass of beer with a fragrant smell of wheat into his nose.

Moros, who was following behind, was not very used to the enthusiastic and straightforward style of the dwarves, but he still followed Black and performed his duties as a qualified steward.

In front of several bright bonfires lit in front, Captain Darren Tieshan, an old acquaintance who was already drunk, was standing on the barrel, shouting towards Blake.

"Come here, friend.

Old Darren thought it would be a few years before he could see you again. The official battle report went viral here some time ago. Everyone said you assassinated an orc legend? "

"Yes, killed a swordmaster chief."

Black sat next to Darren Ironshan, said hello to the drunk quartermaster Talma Stormpike, and reached out to take the roasted and fragrant large pork ribs handed over by another dwarf.

Not polite, he just grabbed it with both hands and started eating it.

This look made Moros frown sharply, and he felt that it was necessary to take a moment to correct Mr. Drake's personal etiquette.

And the little fish-man in the pirate's arms also got the benefit of the doubt.

The little guy secretly stole a piece of meat from the plate of the dwarf next to him, grabbed a glass of beer, and hid behind Black, eating with his mouth full of oil.

"Did you hear that? Guys, the Orc Killer said he killed a legend!"

The dwarf captain howled to the side, which immediately caused a group of dwarf drunkards to cheer and clink glasses, and the atmosphere suddenly became more lively.

"But what have you been doing all this time?"

Captain Darren drank a large glass of wine, wiped his beard happily, and said to Blake with drunken eyes:

"I thought you would continue to shine in the final battle between the Alliance and the Horde, but I heard that you were active in the Hinterlands, and then you disappeared.

Someone killed you, bah! I do not believe! I know you won't die until you kill all the greenskins, so are you going on a secret mission? "

This dwarf captain is also a gossip, and he even knows how to ask questions in a low voice.

But the dwarf's broken voice, which was still the same thick sound when lowered, could not hide it from others. Blake did not hide it. He took a bite of meat and said to the dwarf beside him:

"It's not an official action, it's a private action of mine. I went to sea and just came back a few days ago. As for what I went to do, this is a secret.

All I can say is that this is a great thing for all the greenskin haters out there!

I won’t talk about this today.

Come on, keep drinking! "

He raised the wine glass in his hand, which was as big as a fist and as big as a keg, in the firelight, and drank another round with the noisy dwarves. The drunkard's talent would come into play again.

Blake felt dizzy and drunk, but he still remained sober and asked:

"What are you celebrating tonight?"

"We're taking back Khaz Modan!"

Talma Stormpike, the dwarf quartermaster, burped and said loudly:

"Just yesterday at noon, the gryphon knights with Wildhammer sent back a battle report.

The heroic Marshal Lothar has led the Knights of the Silver Hand to break through the Danorgaz Pass, and the Highland Knights have also invaded Loch Modan.

Ironforge's steam tank troops, led by King Magni, severely beat the orcs of Khaz Modan. The timid dwarfs also ran out of the underground and dispatched their flying troops to help!

Our hometown is about to be restored. The orcs were beaten to death and are retreating on a large scale towards the Burning Plains.

After tonight's carnival, Dangarok Castle will also detach an army to go to the front line to support the battle! The greenskins also tried to form a front in the Burning Plains to resist, but their fate would only be to be driven back to the Dark Portal!

We are going to win! "

"So fast?"

Although he had received the battle report in advance and still had the final outcome of the Second Orc War in his mind, Black was still surprised by the speed of the Alliance's counterattack.

In less than two months, the Alliance went from being cornered by the Horde to launching a major counterattack. According to Talma, the Alliance vanguard has already rushed into Khaz Modan and plans to attack the Burning Steppes.

The war is about to enter its final stage.

"Didn't Orgrim resist? Isn't there Grim Batol occupied by the Dragonmaw clan over the wetlands? Didn't the red dragon controlled by the orcs show up?"

Blake took a sip of wine and asked again.

This time the person who answered him was the drunken Darren Iron Mountain. This dwarf captain with a beautiful beard raised his voice and shouted proudly:

"Of course the evil red dragon appears!

They were blocking the Arathi Legion at the edge of the wetlands, at the Saldo Bridge. Those useless greenskins still hoped that their dragons would scare us again, but our Wildhammer brothers, our sons of the sky, joined the battle!

The sky hero of the dwarves, Kurdran Wildhammer, took five hundred gryphon knights into the sky, and used their shining war hammers to beat the orcs' red dragons back into their evil castle!

It was a great victory like a mythical epic!

The long-eared ranger legions of the high elves also went out in large numbers, cooperating with the arrogant but powerful Phoenix mages, and defeated the Bleeding Circle clan.

Oh, by the way, your Kul Tiran fleet also fought several victorious battles on Tidefall Island. The brave and fearless Admiral Dailin was like the most ruthless hurricane on the sea, with the fury of revenge, Destroyed all the orcs' broken ships!

Send all the 20,000 orcs who escaped with Orgrim into the hell of the sea! "

The dwarf became more and more excited as he talked. He stood on the barrel, waved the wine glass in his hand, and shouted:

"This is a toast to the Wildhammer! To the Sky Sons and Sea Admirals of the Alliance!"

"Honor the Wildhammer!"

"Here's to the general!"

The dwarf drunkards responded immediately.

They never pass up an opportunity to drink.

Relying on this kind of conversation, it took Black less than twenty minutes to get all the information he needed from the dwarf who spoke freely.

The orcs are in retreat.

This is not normal.

Although Orgrim Doomhammer originally planned to retreat, the scheming warchief would definitely not cause such a huge defeat.

Therefore, there must be something wrong with the tribe.

"Demon blood?"

The pirate narrowed his eyes and thought of the answer to this question.

The Horde's defeat at the gates of Lordaeron caused the Burning Legion to completely abandon them. The evil power surging in the orcs' veins was disappearing, and a mental plague of exhaustion and weakness was spreading among the orc clans.

From Orgrim's perspective, this is really adding insult to injury.

"Hiccup, Mr. Black, I still have a package from you here. It was delivered a month ago, from Durnholde Castle."

After another round of drinking, Talma Stormpike, a dwarf female quartermaster with beautiful golden hair, suddenly remembered something. She rubbed her head and stood up, still holding a wine glass in her hand.

Burping from wine, he said to the pirate:

"Coming from a human sergeant, I am going to give it to you by name. What is the reward?"