Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Here, let me introduce you to everyone. This is the new instructor of the Demonology and Demonic Power Defense Course at Nathalas College. Her name is Elisana Ravencrest.

He is a very elite demon hunter and a veteran of the Illidari Legion.

Her proficiency in demonology and demonic tactics will effectively strengthen the development of the Warlock School. "

Later that day, when the first day of the magic debate came to an end, Black appeared with a thin demon hunter in front of the entire Nathalas Academy envoys.

He introduced the newcomers to the instructors in front of him:

"Under the direction of the Headmaster, I have had in-depth and friendly conversations with Master Ravencrest, and she is willing to take over the position of Master Marius Magister, who will be completing his teaching duties in a few months.

However, she currently has some "work handover" matters with Suramar's Grand Magister Elisande that have not yet been completed, so she will not be able to go to the academy to take up her duties in a few months.

It just so happens that this year's freshmen will also complete their enrollment at that time, and it will not delay the already formulated teaching plan. However, this news needs to be kept secret. I hope to give the new students of the Warlock School a 'surprise'. "

"Papa pa pa"

A group of ghost tutors welcomed the arrival of the new companions with warm applause. As a representative of the tutors, Deliana also personally presented the tutor robe of the academy as well as a letter of appointment and identity emblem.

The demon hunter, who was not good at words, expressed his gratitude in a reserved manner.

"As a 'practitioner', she will join the project about the 'Death Knight' that I mentioned to you that will be started after she returns."

Black whispered to Dean Lanyue:

“The ‘experimental product’ and ‘test site’ have also been arranged. We only need to wait until your mentor’s transformation ceremony is completed before we can officially start this research topic.

Old Meili said he was not interested, but looking at the soul fire dancing in his eyes, you knew that the old guy was actually very interested in this. So I suggest to the tutor that you might as well talk to him again.

Invite him to join our research as an ‘honorary tutor’. "

"Um."

Dean Lanyue nodded.

Today's debate made her a little tired. The mages of Dalaran were still very capable. Some of the weird questions they raised almost made the dean almost capsize.

Fortunately, her knowledge reserve was strong enough, and she finally kept the name of Nathalas College.

“This research topic is indeed very creative, but the research materials we have now are only the Shadowmoon Orcs’ spiritual books, which are still incomplete.

This is equivalent to studying the 'Death Knight' system from scratch.

I heard Merry say that during the Orc War, the Shadow Council commanded by Gul'dan had some individual 'death knights'. If 'samples' could be found, perhaps the research would go more smoothly. "

Dean Lanyue rubbed the spirit body's forehead and said to Blake:

"Although most of the death knights have fled back to the world of Draenor, it is said that there are some body specimens of death knights who died in the human kingdom.

Can you find a way to get some? "

"Yes, but it doesn't make sense."

Blake shook his head and explained to the dean:

"The death knights under Gul'dan are just a failed design. They are not out of the scope of Shadowmoon Clan's necromancy. They just roughly combine the souls of warlocks with the corpses of dead knights.

They still use shadow magic, not pure death aura.

Those samples have little reference value for us, so we might as well study them from scratch.

Maldraxxus in the Shadow Realm has a complete method of using the aura of death. When Dean You completes the ascension ceremony of the orthodox lich, you will also learn part of it in the connection between life and death.

With the knowledge exchange between you and Old Merry as a reserve, plus my wisdom and help, it will not be difficult to figure out the death knight's power system.

It’s just a matter of spending more time. Huh? "

While Black was talking to Dean Blue Moon, he found his butler Moros appearing in the hall of the Mage Tower. The latter made a gesture to him, which meant that there was new news.

The pirate said something to the dean, then walked to Moros and took a letter from the latter's hand.

"It was sent from Blackstone Mountain. Old Garni said that a 'guest' came over there."

Moros whispered.

"Hey, the Black Dragon Prince is very efficient."

Black smiled and opened the letter in his hand. The ugly handwriting was obviously written by Red, but mocking the orcs for the ugly handwriting was not the point.

The pirate glanced at the letter and his expression immediately became serious.

In the letter, Red told him a rather "terrible" news.

"Dean!"

Black shouted something in a low voice. Dean Lanyue, who was about to go to rest, turned around in confusion and saw his student waving the letter in his hand and saying to her in a strange tone:

"The 'Death Knight Sample' you requested has been delivered to your door. They will arrive near Dalaran in a few days, and preparations for arrest can begin now.

Chief Red has really embarrassed us this time! "

——

Back to one day ago, in the Blackstone Mountains of the Burning Plains, Chief Red, who had just finished dinner, was conducting a daily "inspection" in his loyal Blackstone Tower.

He is very arrogant now.

The armor on his body is all made by black iron dwarves.

Each of the guards around him has his own outfit, and they look so handsome when they go out and about in them.

After the bad situation in the first few months, the development of Blackrock Spire's "Orthodox Horde" is on the right track.

Especially after reaching a difficult "peace agreement" with the stubborn Dark Iron dwarves, Red and his orcs were finally able to purchase the supplies they needed from Shadowforge City.

Although those bastard Dark Iron dwarves raised the price very high, Chief Red didn't really care.

He has his own way of "making money".

His younger brother Maimu is developing a very successful pirate career on the sea. After each robbery of Maimu's ships, part of the harvest will be transferred to Red's personal account through the goblin bank.

Although it wasn't much, it was enough for Red to complete his daily transactions with the Dark Iron Dwarves.

So basically Chief Red is just eating from his younger brother, but between the brothers, it is a major matter to restore the family's prestige. Maimu didn't say anything, and others were even less qualified to comment.

And the captain is also very loyal.

Every once in a while, old Garni would be asked to send some materials, coins, etc. In addition, the orcs under Red's command would occasionally go out to do looting in the Burning Plains or Searing Canyon.

The most amazing thing is that Red sends a group of elite warriors to compete in the Black Iron Arena in Shadowforge City every week to earn huge rewards.

The most capable gladiator under his command, "Practitioner" Gorosh, has dominated the Black Iron Arena for two consecutive months.

It can bring generous returns to the orthodox tribe every month, and then exchange them for the food and supplies needed by the orcs.

Thanks to such "efforts", although the orthodox tribe in Blackrock Spire is still living a miserable life, at least they no longer starve to death.

With Red's commanding ability, being able to do this is enough to make the orcs in Blackstone Tower "grateful".

After all, they are a group of losers.

Without Red's command and protection, their fate would only be to be hacked to death by humans, or captured as slaves by the evil Dark Iron dwarves, working to death in the mines.

Red has also planted many informants, constantly promoting his "benevolence" in his orthodox tribe, and knowingly recruiting the group of capable but stupid ogres as his "thugs".

So basically, Chief Red's rule over Blackrock Tower has been stabilized, and now it's time to enter the "rest and recuperation" stage as planned.

All this satisfied the warchief who was inspecting the Blackstone Tower.

No matter what others say, he feels in his heart that he, the chief, has done a good job. This can be seen from the fact that fewer and fewer soldiers have fled in the past two months.

"Ah, I finally have a clan again. Dad, Maimu and I will definitely make the Blackstone clan rise again! Please protect us with your soul."

Reid stood at the top of the Blackstone Tower and looked at his little "kingdom". He looked at the orc soldiers patrolling below, and he felt quite proud in his heart.

But the warchief also has troubles.

"Isn't that stubborn guy still unwilling to pledge his allegiance to me?"

After Reid finished expressing his emotions and pride, he looked back at the orc warlock Nirru Fireblade who was following behind him. The latter was holding a bone staff and humbly said to his warchief:

"No, that guy has no intention of bowing his head, and he is very good at beating. After he crushed three of our jailers to death, no one was willing to persuade him."

"Then let him go!"

Reid said angrily:

"What's the point of living here with me? He eats so much all day long! One person can satisfy the appetite of four or five people. Even if he is asked to compete in the arena of the Dark Iron Dwarves to make money, he is not willing to do so.

Do you really think this is a hotel? Come and eat whenever you want!

Drive him away! "

The great chief's anger frightened the Fire Blade Warlock, and he whispered:

"We tried to drive him away, Warchief. But he was too aggressive, and he considered his cage his home. We were no match for him.

He also asked us not to provide him with pork, but he refused to eat it, and also asked us to prepare strong liquor for him as a soldier. The most troublesome thing is that his reputation is very high, and many of our soldiers will spontaneously protect him.

If we really want to force them out, I'm afraid it will trigger an embarrassing riot. "

"It's so big, it's really just meat on a hob!"

The warchief felt angry again.

He had the intention to go and expel the bastard who was "captured" last month, but after thinking about the combat capabilities of both sides, Chief Red put down this idea very sensibly.

If he really fights by himself, he is afraid that he will be pushed to the ground and beaten by that bastard within three rounds.

Forget it.

Isn't he just a prisoner? Just pretend you don't see him. Out of sight is out of mind.

Besides, having a legendary warrior in Blackstone Tower will help you feel more confident when you run into trouble.

We are all orcs, and we always have to join a group to stay warm. If the Dark Iron Dwarves really turned against each other and attacked him, he wouldn't betray his race and help the dwarves, right?

"Great Chief!"

Just when Red was about to end his inspection and return to his warm chief's hall to discuss important matters of family inheritance with a few orc girls, an orc hunter wearing leather armor, carrying a black iron shotgun, with a bruised nose and face suddenly ran over to him. He reported:

"A human came to our side and asked to see you by name."

"A mere human, speaking so loudly?"

Before Red could speak, the naughty warlock Nirru Fireblade beside him jumped out and yelled:

"He can see the great chief whenever he wants? Drive him away! No, kill him! Hang his head at the entrance of the tower as a warning to other bastards."

"That guy is powerful, we can't beat him."

The orc hunter who came to report the news touched the bruises on his face and said to the chief aggrievedly:

"Ten of us go together, and we are no match for one of his guards. He brought four guards."

"You bunch of trash, you are such an embarrassment to the chief!"

The warlock was furious after hearing this, and rolled up his sleeves on the spot to teach this incompetent man a lesson, but was stopped by Reid with a wave of his hand.

Seeing that the great chief was about to speak, the Burning Blade Warlock, who had been showing off his presence with an angry face just now, immediately took a step back in a humble and respectful manner.

"What does that human look like?"

Red narrowed his eyes and remembered the letter sent by the captain some time ago. He asked, and the orc hunter in front of him immediately replied:

"Black hair, black eyes, wearing a black armor and cape, with a very proud attitude. He also held a ruby ​​scepter in his hand.

He also said that he had a gift for the chief, which would definitely satisfy him. "

"Ha, it's indeed those guys!"

Reid felt awe-inspiring.

The people predicted by the captain are coming, no, those black dragons are coming.

The warchief rubbed his hands, a glimmer of expectation flashed in his eyes. He coughed twice, showed the majesty of the warchief, and said to the orc warlock behind him:

"Go in person, take the guests to my hall, and ask them to wait for a while."

After saying that, Reid didn't say much, and walked towards the cage in Black Rock Tower with his guards. A few minutes later, he personally walked into the cell of the asshole who had been "eating and drinking" for more than a month.

He said to the tall orc who had his back to him and was using one finger of his left hand to prop up his body and his right hand behind his back to do push-ups quickly for exercise:

"I need you to help me once."

"If you don't want to help, get out!"

The guy's answer was very tough.

He was so tough that he didn't look like a prisoner at all, as if he was the chief here and Red was just a pawn who didn't need to care about him at all.

"Enough! Varok Saurfang!"

Red was irritated by his posturing.

The great chief cursed:

"Don't think that I don't know why you came to me. The orcs commanded by your brother were targeted by dwarves and humans in various ways in the deserted land.

You guys are very good at fighting, I admit it! But you also need a stable rear to continue to carry out the final mission given to you by the dead man Orgrim.

Stop pretending!

You came to my Blackstone Tower to gather information, and you want to cooperate with me! You want me to open Blackrock Spire to you as a place of respite.

Let me tell you this.

This matter can be discussed and we can cooperate, but you must first prove your sincerity. I need you to help me this time, and then I will send a messenger to talk to your brother. "

"hehe"

The guy opposite Reid let out a deep laugh. He stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his hands, and said:

"They say Red Blackhand is a stupid bastard, but I think you are much smarter than most orcs. Tell me, how can I help you? Help you assassinate the Dark Iron Emperor or his generals?

no problem!

Give me an ax and a suit of armor and I'll go now. "

"No, I can deal with the Dark Iron Dwarves."

Reid waved his hand.

Immediately, a guard delivered a set of elite black plate armor and a fine double-edged ax forged by dwarves. The warchief folded his arms and said to Varok Saurfang in front of him:

"Put it on and make yourself more energetic! I need you to be my reliable bodyguard and help me maintain my momentum. If necessary, use force to scare those arrogant people."

"But first, you have to call me Chief! Come on, call me first and listen."