Shadow Trails in Azeroth

There's a rebellion in the lower levels of Blackrock Spire!

A group of ogres who came back from the battlefield, led by their cruel and somewhat clever King Ormoc, rushed into the city of Hodmar in Blackstone Tower and occupied it.

The path leading to the upper floors of the tower was firmly guarded.

The ogres are a group of guys who don't have enough brains. They will definitely not be able to find such a sophisticated defensive position on their own.

This was obviously the instruction of Chief Red, who was starting to become cunning.

Place this group of ogres who are loyal to him and capable of fighting in key positions, and leave the rest of the lower levels of Blackstone Tower to the Dark Iron dwarves.

Once the agreement between the Warchief and the Dark Iron Emperor Thaurissan is reached, the lower levels of Blackrock Spire will immediately flow with blood.

But in the current situation, this approach is obviously beneficial to both parties.

In the lower level of Blackstone Tower, which had been strategically abandoned, Chief Red's army was fighting among themselves in chaos and switching defenses. The orcs who were loyal to Red were all transferred from the lower level to the upper level.

Those orcs from other clans who deliberately provoked trouble were packed into the military camp at the lower level of Black Stone Tower for various reasons.

Outside the tower, the Dark Iron Dwarf army has surrounded the gate, and the war is about to break out.

No one cares about these lawless orcs.

There will be large-scale fights and frequent bloodshed in the dark and empty area of ​​the lower level, which makes it easier for Black, who is disguised as an orc warlock, to fish in troubled waters.

He blended in with the chaotic group of orcs and swaggered towards the cages used to hold human prisoners deep in the lower levels.

He conveniently extracted the vitality of those orcs who were knocked to the ground and screamed in agony, poured them into the soul stones in his hands, and made them into green "candy".

It's actually a healing stone.

This is a "pet name" that players have for the Warlock's healing stone.

Especially in the vanilla era, when players were generally very poor, some ridiculously "thrifty" people would not use precious healing potions unless they were in dire straits.

In this case, the free healing stone from the Warlock is naturally a good thing that is sought after.

Of course, the so-called "sugar scandal", which seriously hurt the feelings of warlock friends, also appeared at that time.

It really pisses me off!

Being in the hot air of Black Stone Tower makes people tremble with rage and feel chills all over.

When will the warlocks who have been treated differently by other professions really stand up?

With this kind of nostalgia for the fun memories of the past, Black, leaning on the bone staff, slowly came to the human captives at the lower level of the Black Stone Tower.

In front of him were several cages that had been used to keep wargs, exuding a disgusting smell. As soon as Blake got closer, he couldn't help but pinch his nose.

There was a group of human prisoners of war in the cage. Judging from their appearance, they must have been severely beaten by the brutal orcs when they were captured before.

Everyone was miserable, almost everyone was injured.

But when they saw Black's disguised orc warlock approaching, the human soldiers who were resting and cursing stood up one by one. Regardless of the dirt on the cage, they made various provocative gestures towards Black.

They would rather die than be humiliated by these orc scum again.

"Ha, someone told me that you are all the elites of the Kingdom of Stormwind? What is your name, Company B?"

Blake hunched over in a dramatic manner, pretending to be the gloomy look of an orc warlock. He carefully observed the group of people in front of him with his disguised green-faced fanged face and orc eyes.

"Hey, I don't think he looks a bit elite. Maybe little Varian has a bad taste in picking warriors. Hey, what's your name?"

The pirates ignored the yelling human soldiers.

His gaze crossed the crowd and landed on a human soldier who was sitting in the corner of the cage, closing his eyes and concentrating, looking very calm.

His nose and face were bruised and swollen by the orcs, and his face was covered in blood, but he did not moan. All the equipment on his body was stripped off. He was tearing open his clothes and wrapping the cloth strips silently in his hands.

It is worth noting that this guy put a red cloth strip on his head.

This reminded Blake of a macho man from the Kingdom of Stormwind. If he counted the time, the man in front of him should be exactly the man in Blake's memory.

The pirate asked, but received no answer.

The guy pretending to be cool looked very silent, not in the mood to answer an orc's question, while the other soldiers moved their bodies in a tacit understanding to protect the macho man.

Obviously, this guy has a high reputation among this group of human captives.

"Ahem"

Blake looked around, coughed a few times, lowered his voice, and said to the soldiers in front of him:

"I have bad news for you, human warriors, there is a riot in the lower Black Rock Tower. Chief Red, who just took office, is a big loser and cannot suppress this group of defeated soldiers from various clans.

Now they are fighting among themselves and killing each other.

That good-for-nothing Red didn't care at all and allowed the civil strife in the lower levels of Black Rock Tower. I just heard that the rebels planned to decide the winner and then elect a new commander in the lower levels of Black Rock Tower to fight with the Dark Iron Dwarves surrounding them. . "

"What kind of bad news is this?"

A human soldier in the cage laughed, punched the cage in front of him, and said in a sarcastic tone:

"This is good news.

We couldn't be happier to see you greenskins killing each other, the more dead the better. Holy light, if your actions of killing your own people are cool enough, we will definitely applaud you. "

"Good news? Are you sure?"

The pirate said quietly:

"If the orcs want to go to war with the Dark Iron Dwarves, they will always use you as a sacrificial flag. After the greenskins finish fighting among themselves, they will drag you out and chop you up in public to boost morale.

In other words, my human friends, no matter who wins or loses in the big fight outside, you are all dead.

Woohoo.

It makes me so happy to see you so unlucky. "

"Pooh!"

The young warrior in the cage spat at Blake, but the pirate nimbly dodged it.

He walked around with a weird, stretched, beaten laugh, and soon found a broken cauldron in the corner of the cell.

It should be the pot that the orcs used to cook things.

Black brought the cauldron over and placed it with a thud in front of the human prisoner's cage, and then took down his bag specially used to hold the soul stone.

In front of a group of human captives, he opened his bag and poured a bunch of stuff that exuded a faint green light into the pot.

Those things are not serious good things at first glance.

Each one is about the size of a pebble, with uneven surfaces, like transparent irregular crystals, but the inside is filled with strange green magic.

If you look closely, you will see that the pebbles are somewhat similar to the hard candies made by the goblins.

Although the goblins are evil-hearted and often sell inferior products, at least the candy bars they make will never emit this damn green light.

It’s like being contaminated with radioactive dust! At first glance, it looks like something highly poisonous.

"this thing!"

Blake took out a healing stone from the black pot, put it in his hand and tossed it up and down.

The green light emitted by that thing illuminated his face to a certain extent. Under the shadowy light, he said to the group of human prisoners in the cage in front of him:

"It's an evil thing covered in poison. I call it 'soul candy'. It was made using very, very evil means. If you witnessed the process of making it, you good babies would probably be frightened at night." Pee, and then run to her mother crying.

What it tastes like, I don't know.

But it is undoubtedly what you need most right now. "

Under the surprised gazes of the quiet soldiers, Blake gently tapped on his body to remove the disguise, revealing his appearance as an Alliance assassin.

This change made the prisoners in the cage scream out in surprise, and then they tightly covered their mouths the next moment.

this person.

Although his tone was unkind, he looked like a perverted villain.

But there is no doubt that he is here to save them!

"There are thirty-seven orcs in the hall outside the cell where you are being held. There are sixteen of you. On average, you have to kill at least two of them before you can escape.

But even escaping from the hall is useless. The road from the lower level of Blackstone Tower to the inner ring of Blackstone Mountain is full of orcs standing guard, and the gates on both sides have been sealed by orcs and Dark Iron dwarves.

If you want to escape, you can only steal a drilling machine from the Dark Iron Dwarves. "

The pirate put his hands on his hips, played with the healing stone in his hand, and said to the captives in front of him who listened to him attentively:

"Honestly, the probability of success of this plan is not even one in a thousand. It is a dead end. But since you are the elite of the Kingdom of Stormwind, you should not be afraid of death, right?

So, let’s take the plunge.

Let's see if you can create a miracle. I've experienced too many things in the past two days, and now I really want to see a miracle to relax. "

The pirate stretched out his hand, took the lock-picking tool, and gently twisted the lock of the cage a few times. He also took out a few weapons from the magic bag and placed them at the door of the prison cage.

Finally, he took out a pocket watch and waved it in front of a group of Alliance soldiers with different expressions.

explain:

"I will only wait for you outside the hall for ten minutes. When the time is up, I will leave immediately. Whether you can escape alive depends on whether you are elite enough, everyone in B Company."

"Ten minutes, the countdown begins! Oh, don't forget, each person takes three 'candies'. You can only take three. Eat them when you are about to be hacked to death.

Now, like this. "

The pirate opened his face mask, threw the healing stone into his mouth, and chewed it in his mouth like a hard candy.

A large burst of pure life force exploded in his mouth and quickly integrated into every part of his body, making Blake feel refreshed. Then the pirate raised his brows, held his stomach, and retched as the Alliance prisoners watched in stunned silence.

"vomit"

The pirate covered his mouth and almost spit it out.

This healing stone is indeed very effective, but the smell of the magic and vitality mixed together is so overpowering that even the great gourmet Lao Ba might not be able to stand it.

No wonder his incompetent subordinate Xie Yan, although he can also make healing stones, never eats them himself.

Even the vegetarian orcs can't stand this smell!

"Well, don't worry about it. There will inevitably be an adaptation period when you eat it for the first time. It will be fine if you eat more in the future."

Blake wiped his mouth and tried to maintain his image as a master. He crossed his arms and said with a cold face to the prisoners who walked out of the cage in front of him:

"Remember, I'll only wait for you for ten minutes."

"Buzz"

The pirate's figure disappeared before everyone's eyes, making a cool exit like a high-level assassin should.

All the soldiers hesitated, wondering if this was a trap.

But the silent macho man just now pushed away the crowd. He rubbed the swollen cheeks beaten by the orcs, pushed open the cage, grabbed a war bow in his hand, and carried the quiver behind his back.

He glanced at the green "candy" in the pot next to him, gritted his teeth, picked up one, threw it into his mouth, and bit it into pieces.

The injuries on his face and body miraculously healed quickly, and his tired and painful body regained its energy within a few seconds, just like drinking a can of Red Bull.

But this taste does have some flavor.

The pale-faced macho man wiped his mouth, trying not to taste the lingering taste in his mouth, and put two more green "candies" into his arms.

He turned around and said to the people behind him:

"Brothers of Company B, you heard it!

Each of us had to kill at least two orcs before we could escape. But to be honest, I don’t really care if I can escape.”

"I just want to kill these greenskins like the legendary orc killer! Just kill one for each of you, and leave the rest to me, brothers.

Now, each person eats a soul candy! Pack up your equipment and go with me!

Let's go kill the orcs! "