Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"buzz buzz"

The noisy and unpleasant sound of the rotors echoed in Blake's ears.

The sound was so harsh that he wanted to stab the goblin pilot wearing a flying helmet in front of him to death.

And the rotorcraft he is currently riding in itself. When flying in the air, its vibration frequency is so exaggerated that the pirates think it will disintegrate in the next second.

But it didn't.

This rotorcraft made by goblin technology is an engineering creation that combines the characteristics of a helicopter and a small aircraft.

Although most of the structure is made of wood, including the propellers that are rotating at high speed, they are all made of wood and iron parts.

Two unknown and burning "aerodynamic" components were added to both sides of the cabin, as well as a power unit that was completely exposed to the air and emitted billowing black smoke.

At first glance, it looks very unreliable and very steampunk, but it can indeed fly, and it flies quite steadily and fast.

The speed is no worse than that of a gryphon.

Even though it is not as flexible as the Griffin, the riding experience is also quite poor.

Black felt that he must have drunk too much before agreeing to the eloquent goblin engineer in front of him to buy a ticket to ride on this "professional crystallization" of engineering.

"Hey, can you please make this thing quieter? My head hurts."

Black, who was wearing goggles, couldn't stand it anymore. He shouted something to the goblin pilot who was enjoying himself in front of him. When he opened his mouth, he was swallowed by the oncoming wind.

Damn it.

This thing doesn't even have a cockpit or a windshield.

"What? Feeling noisy? No problem, activate silent mode!"

The goblin wearing a full flight helmet shouted in an exaggerated tone, and then quickly operated on the console to activate the so-called "silent mode".

But the pirate didn't feel the noise getting quieter at all.

"The sound decibels have been reduced by 10%. How do you feel, my friend?"

The goblin also asked.

Blake frowned and didn't want to speak.

A few minutes later, he saw the Black Rock Mountain getting closer and closer in front of him, and asked again:

"Can your aircraft be equipped with weapons? Bombs, cannons, etc."

"sure!"

When the goblin pilot heard this, he immediately became energetic. Regardless of the control stick in his hand, he turned back and said to the pirate:

"As long as you add money, there is nothing our engineers can't do. Not only can they add aircraft cannons, but they can also make customized bombs for you. Do you want to buy it? Friend.

Your human commanders just don’t understand good things. They think dwarf wooden planes are better. That’s nonsense! The dwarf's broken plane was fast, but it couldn't be controlled freely when flying.

At most, it can be used as a reconnaissance plane.

If we really want to talk about firepower, we still have to look at our goblin engineering! "

"You're flying a plane! Look back! It's about to hit a mountain!"

The pirate pointed at the Blackstone Mountain, which was getting closer and closer in front of him, and shouted. The goblin pilot turned around and made another unsolicited operation, causing the power device exposed in the air to fly up.

Blake even saw the shocking black smoke lighting up on the crazily rotating gears.

But at least before it hit the mountain, the aircraft changed its flight trajectory very flexibly and made a large-angle maneuver, which avoided the consequences of the aircraft crashing and killing people.

"Continue the topic."

The goblin pilot was also sweating.

But the crazy little green man didn't care at all, and was still in the mood to laugh at the pirates for being timid.

He stared at the pirate with his big cunning eyes and said:

"Friend, I see that you are also a person of status. Are you interested in purchasing our rotorcraft? The Military Science and Technology Department of Hot Sand Consortium is offering discounts recently.

If you buy more than ten rotorcrafts, we will give you a 9.20% discount!

On average, a gyroplane only costs 5,000 gold coins to take home. If you want to upgrade to a turbo-accelerated aircraft, you will need to pay an additional five thousand gold coins per unit.

Additional weapon purchase and additional service fees are included.

How cheap. "

"too expensive."

Blake rubbed his chin and said calmly:

"I'd better buy it from the dwarf. I'm friends with the master craftsman Oversback. He told me that he has connections in Gnomeregan and can give me a 30% discount."

"Thirty percent off! Don't those crazy dwarfs build airplanes at no cost?"

The goblin pilot shouted exaggeratedly:

"They are maliciously competing! A bunch of bastards who are disrupting the market. Let's do this, friend, if you buy twenty aircraft at a time, we will also give you... well, an 8.50% discount!

This is the ultimate concession.

Just think of it as making friends, not trying to make money.

We also waive the service fee.

Also send someone to teach your men how to use this engineering crystal. The dwarfs' broken planes need a runway when they take off. Where can you find a runway for them on the sea?

So our goblin plane is better. "

"Thirty percent off!"

Pirate Bargain says:

"I will buy thirty units at a time, and you will provide free installation services for the first batch of flying bombs, as well as subsequent repair services. Forget it, I will pay another fifty thousand gold coins to buy out the five-year contracts of several goblin engineers."

"Ahem"

The goblin pilot in front of him coughed twice, looked around, stretched out his four fingers, and said:

"Resha Group requires a commission, so instead of signing a formal contract, we sign a private contract. Pay me a one-time payment of 40,000 gold coins, and then 2,000 gold coins per year, my friend.

I will take my four apprentices and work for you for five years. "

"Okay."

Blake rolled his eyes and whispered:

"Use your connections and get me thirty of the best aircraft. I will only pay seven thousand gold coins for each. You can negotiate the price with the Hot Sand Consortium. Any extra gold coins will be your kickback."

"make a deal!"

The goblin pilot's eyes were filled with gold coins, and he eagerly said:

"Give me fifteen days. I need to go to Booty Bay for a walk. Where is your fleet? Where should I go with the gyrocopter?"

"Tol Barad."

The pirate announced the name of the place, threw a sapphire to the goblin, and said:

"Go over there and look for the biggest ship called the Alpaca. Someone will pay you on it. I asked someone to take a look. This gem can be sold for 20,000 gold coins in Dalaran, so I'll give it to you as a deposit.

Let me show you this. "

Ravenholdt's Assassin emblem popped up in his palm, and he said to the goblin in front of him:

"Do you recognize this?"

The goblin pilot shrank his head and nodded.

Obviously, he knew.

He also knew the meaning behind this emblem, which was the threat that four or five masked men might suddenly jump out of him while he was sleeping or going to the toilet, and kill him on the spot, or push him into the toilet and drown him.

Damn it!

How come you can meet people from Ravenholdt just by talking about business!

"That's good."

Black snorted, leaned comfortably on the cramped seat, comforted the drunkard fishman who was a little irritable when flying in the sky, and said to the goblin:

"If you dare to blackmail my money, there are many people who will cause trouble for you. So, before you want to do something bad, touch your neck first, friend. By the way, what is your name? My engineer."

"My name is Fuslag, my friend."

The goblin pilot said proudly:

"Although I am just a mid-level engineer at the Hot Sand Consortium Military Technology Company now, I will do something big in the future.

My dream is not to build some crappy gyrocopter.

I want to make a real flying machine!

Rocket!

Yes, my ideal is to build a rocket that can fly to the stars and extend my business to the stars! What is a trade prince? As long as I develop my X-53 rocket, I will become the richest goblin in Azeroth! "

"Ah, it's you."

The pirate was a little confused when he heard this name. After all, the names of goblins were generally very similar, but after hearing that this goblin's ideal was to build rockets, he immediately recognized this guy.

Isn't this one of the several goblin engineers who will create Area 52 and the "Explosive Space Agency" in the broken world of Draenor?

"A very great ideal, my friend, you will definitely succeed."

The pirate said with perfunctory appreciation:

"Just be careful about a guy named Dr. Boom. He might steal your research materials or something. Of course, if you can come up with some refreshing works during the five years you work for me.

I might consider making private contributions to support your great ideals.

However, what I want is not a rocket.

Of course, let’s talk about this later, right there! Just put me there under Lieyan Peak, and I will walk the rest of the way by myself.

You piece of shit makes my head hurt! "

A few minutes later, Blake finally stood on the ground. He rubbed his aching head and watched the goblin gyroplane clank into the sky.

I swore in my heart that I would never ride on this thing again.

After landing, the pirate took out the news from his pocket that Shore had sent using a tame raven a few hours ago. His friend was now busy with the work of MI7 on the front line.

Although it was a "peaceful handover" between the two leaders, it could not affect the frontline war intelligence collection work.

"Fenna Golden Sword."

Blake looked at the position on the letter, looked left and right at the nearby terrain, and said softly:

"You're right here, my sister."

——

"Lok'tar ogar!!"

The orc convoy being attacked has already been on fire. When the elven rangers' accurate arrows hit the ground, they will burst into flames. Obviously, they are magic arrows.

Apart from the Farstrider rangers in Quel'Thalas, there are basically no other people in the eastern continent who can afford such luxury gadgets.

But, it’s expensive for its own sake.

Relying on the sharpness of the magic arrows, the elf rangers who ambush only used one-third of the opponent's number to block the orc convoy transporting supplies in the canyon of the Flame Peak.

The orcs running around in the flames had no other choice but to shout slogans.

The rangers in green chainmail were indifferently drawing their bows and shooting arrows from a high place, slaughtering them like wild beasts. At this height, the orcs' flying axes could not hit the flexible and cold rangers at all.

They are being slaughtered.

Just like when they slaughtered the elven civilians in Yongsong Forest.

The high elf rangers can fight in close combat, but when they can use bows and arrows to solve the problem, the rangers will not stupidly run up and fight the orcs in close combat.

Except for a weird elf wearing exquisite plate armor.

She wore a battle helmet with phoenix patterns, a blood-red cloak, and her whole body was covered by enchanted full-body armor. Outside of the battle skirt, she held a fiery red phoenix sword in her left hand.

The sword was almost as tall as she was.

When the rangers launched a shooting massacre, some orcs ran to the other side of the canyon, trying to avoid the fatal shots. The rangers had to take care of the battlefield and were unable to pursue them.

Therefore, the task of hunting down those escaping guys fell on this strange elf warrior who blocked the way of the orcs' escape.

As we all know, the slender bodies of high elves make it difficult to produce powerful warriors, and elves generally believe that melee combat is rude and inconsistent with their elegant temperament.

Therefore, except for legendary figures, such as legendary warriors such as Salorian Morningseeker holding the ancient dragon-forged blade, high elves have never actively pursued the path of warriors.

"Come on, butchers."

The slender female warrior grabbed the phoenix epee and assumed a seasoned stance to face the enemy. Circles of fiery red anger reverberated outside her armor.

Under the battle helmet, the sea-blue eyes were filled with murderous intent.

She was ready to massacre the group of orcs in front of her, just like what she had been doing every day for the past period of time.

The other half of the blood originating from the body is boiling.

She was unafraid.

But the moment these dozen fleeing orcs approached the female warrior, black afterimages flew between them.

There is also the stream of light brought out by the flaming sword blade, like a fantasy light point dancing.

The blood spattered out and was sprinkled to the sky and the ground by the shadow-stripping blade. Under the stunned gaze of the female warrior, a dozen orcs were slaughtered within two seconds.

As the last orc fell to the ground clutching his neck, as the black smoke-like shadows dispersed, Black put away his magic power and let the edge of the flaming sword turn into fire and dissipate little by little.

He looked up.

Under the gaze of the female warrior, she pulled back her hood and revealed her face.

"No!"

Facing the female elf who was not afraid of even the orcs, she seemed to see something disgusting at this moment. She took a step back with her sword in hand and pointed the edge of the phoenix epee at the assassin in front of her.

She said in a deep voice:

"do not come!"

"You cannot escape the bond of blood, Finna Golden Sword Proudmoore."

Blake pulled his hood back up and said softly:

"Your battlefield should not be on land, don't you hear? In every dream, the sea is calling you to come, let's find a place to chat.

elder sister. "

"Don't call me that!"

The elf under the battle helmet said sternly:

"I don't belong to you"

"This is not your decision!"

Blake turned around and walked to the other side of the canyon. He said:

"If you don't come, I will go find Dai Lin to talk to you! I think the king who has just experienced the pain of losing his son will be ecstatic about the appearance of the eldest princess.

Are you willing to face him?

Or are you willing to face me? "