Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The Black Dragon Prince Nefarian looked at the "chief's hall" in front of him with a critical eye.

In his eyes, the place where the chief of the so-called "orthodox tribe" handles government affairs and lives is almost like a garbage dump. In the past, with his status, he would never have condescended to come here.

Not only Nefarian, but also the four black dragon guards around him disliked this ghost place.

But they need it here now.

The black stone tower built by the Dark Iron dwarves is very strong. They hollowed out a mountain to complete this underground city, which can withstand several times the siege of enemies.

And it's secretive enough and chaotic enough.

In a black stone mountain, the empire of the Dark Iron Dwarves, the large clan of the defeated orcs, the elemental servants of Ragnaros, the Lord of Fire, and some people suspected of being cultists of the Void Force gathered together.

This is a standard "lawless place" in human eyes.

It is difficult for the newly born Kingdom of Stormwind and the surrounding forces to penetrate this place, and even in the face of the dragon army, the indigenous people here are not afraid at all.

Therefore, in other words, this is the most perfect place that the black dragons can find in the Eastern Continent, or even in the entire Azeroth, to carry out "evil work".

The arrogant Nefarian made up his mind after seeing the situation in Blackstone Mountain with his own eyes.

He wants to move his dragon's nest here too.

As for the orcs, well, they will become very useful tools, and they will contribute their strength to the re-emergence of the Black Dragon Legion.

Feel honored, you filthy low creatures!

Nefarian thought so maliciously.

But his expression at this time could be described as gentle. His handsome and evil appearance coupled with the flame crown suspended on his head, as well as the ritual armor and scepter on his body, all declared that he was a big shot.

Whether in the world of dragons or humans, he does have a place.

"Thank you for your guidance, Warlock."

Nefarian was already feeling impatient with the Fire Blade Warlock in front of him who was chattering endlessly and pretending to promote the "majesty" of Chief Red.

He interrupted Nirru Fireblade's lecture and handed over a magic amulet made of broken dragon scales.

That thing immediately caught the warlock's attention, filling the eyes of this oily orc with undisguised desire, and his greedy look made Nefarian laugh.

Sure enough, greed is not unique to humans.

He had a hunch that dealing with orcs would not be more difficult than fooling those stupid human nobles.

"You must be an important staff officer under the great Chief Red. Please lead us personally. This amulet can be used as a meeting gift."

Nefarian spoke the orc language in an elegant tone and handed the amulet to the warlock.

The latter took it in his hand, and while he was happy in his heart, he also looked at the black-haired, black-eyed, elegant human being in front of him with strange eyes. He has never seen anyone except ancient shamans and psychics who can speak orc language so elegantly.

He didn't even know that his own language could be made full of "noble" temperament.

"Ah, my guests have arrived. It's strange. Not many people have been willing to come to my poor place before, especially humans."

Reid's voice sounded from outside the hall.

With a sense of roughness and savagery that an orc should have, Nefarian turned around with a smile and was about to say hello to the warchief. However, at a glance, he saw the man next to Red who was wearing black armor, covering his face, and carrying a battle ax. tall figure.

The dangerous aura exuding from that guy made the Black Dragon Prince feel uncomfortable.

Damn it!

This is a legendary warrior, and judging from his aura, this guy is definitely not a "parallel import" legend. This is the kind of dangerous warrior that even a giant dragon would find troublesome.

The job of slaying dragons is probably only a slightly difficult challenge for him.

The orc race is really "good" at producing high-quality warriors.

The four gloomy-looking guards around the Black Dragon Prince also put away their arrogance at this moment. They were all aware of the threat posed by Chief Red's guard.

But Nefarian was worthy of being a man who had seen the world. He immediately recovered and said in a passionate tone to Red Blackhand, who was walking towards him:

"We just look like humans, dear Warchief.

Please understand that this disguise is very necessary for activities in human society. If it makes you feel happy, we can also modify the appearance to look like an orc. "

"Ah, I see."

Red rubbed his chin and put on a simple and honest look like "an orc is thinking". He said:

"You also have your own secrets, okay, okay, I won't ask more about this. I just want to know now, what does your sudden visit mean? What does it mean to hurt my soldiers?"

The chief showed an angry look and said:

"Are you preparing to launch a war against my 'orthodox tribe'? If this is the case, I will definitely be happy to respond!"

Saurfang beside him also reached out his hand in cooperation and grasped the handle of the heavy battle ax behind him amid the collision of armor. This action caused four black dragon guards to immediately step forward to protect the prince.

In the narrow hall in front of them, it was difficult for the giant dragon to take full advantage of it. In a human form fight, the four of them had to fight together to stop the violent warrior's assassination.

"No, we are just 'testing' partners."

Nefarian didn't care.

He waved his hands and said:

"It turns out that the orc warriors under the war chief are very brave and a very reliable armed force."

"test?"

Red snorted in dissatisfaction, strutted towards his "throne", sat there again, and said coldly:

"What an arrogant act! I'm starting to hate you, guests. Stop beating around the bush, everyone's time is precious. Tell me, what are you going to do? What do you need us to do?"

Most importantly, what can the orthodox tribes gain from this cooperation? "

"I'm sorry to make you feel angry, Warchief."

Nefarian made a gentle gesture, and a female black dragon took out a large box from her bag and placed it on the table in front of Red.

There was also a bow tied on the box, which was obviously a gift.

"But I think something like this will soothe your anger and show the Warchief that we are sincere."

The Black Dragon Prince made a "please" gesture.

Red snorted disdainfully and winked at the warlock beside him. The latter immediately stepped forward and opened the gift box under the light of the burning braziers set up around it.

The next moment, the dog-legged warlock let out an exclamation, and Red suddenly stood up from the throne, and Varok Saurfang beside him tightened his fingers.

In the large box was a black war hammer.

It is as tall as a normal man. It is completely black and made entirely of steel. Its simple shape exudes a sense of domineering. It is shaped into a black war hammer with a square head and a square head. Around the hammer head, there are black spikes that make people feel numb. .

The most peculiar thing is that the hammer head of this war hammer is not solid.

There seems to be a heart of fire burning inside it, making it like a furnace, constantly radiating heat outwards.

On the other end of the warhammer's handle, it was shaped into a sharp spearhead, and there was a small round hammer body as a counterweight, hanging from the tail end with a chain.

There is no orc who does not know this warhammer, just as there is no orc who does not know the hammer of destruction.

This thing is called "Black Hand".

It is the ancestral weapon of the Blackhand clan, the same as the Blackstone clan's Doomhammer, the same as the Warsong clan's Gorehowl, the same as the Burning Blade clan's Sanxu, and the same as the Mok'nartha clan's Misha Remar.

It also represents the history of the Great Orc Clan.

It was also a weapon of destruction forged in the volcanic core of Frostfire Ridge on the world of Draenor.

It is also a legend.

A legend that only belongs to the Black Hand family.

After the duel between the Blackhand Warchief and Orgrim Doomhammer's Mag'ora, the warhammer was lost in the war as the Blackhand Warchief died in the battle.

The two Blackhand brothers have been working hard to find it. Without this weapon, the Blackstone clan has no soul.

And now, this lost weapon was brought to Red.

"this"

The excitement in Reid's heart at this moment was beyond words. He kicked Nirru Fireblade away, and with an indescribable impulse, he reached out and grasped the war hammer in the box, and suddenly grabbed it.

While Red held the black-hand warhammer, the heart of flame burning in the head of the warhammer seemed to be rekindled, and a hot power began to flow on the warhammer like a light.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Reid, who was holding the black hand, laughed loudly. He had never been able to call himself the Blackstone Chief before, but now, he had the qualification.

"Very well! You are well! Guests!"

The great chief looked back at the Black Dragon Prince, and he announced with joy:

"No matter what you have done before, from now on, you will all be the most distinguished guests of the Orthodox tribe! My Blackstone Tower is open to all of you.

Tell us your request.

If possible, I will definitely help! "

This statement is completely under Nefarian's control. Everything in front of him is going according to the Black Dragon Prince's plan. The orc's reckless character is really easy to control.

To manipulate them into applause is as easy as snatching candy from a child's hand.

The Black Dragon Prince laughed in his heart, and said in a gentle tone to Red, who looked ecstatic:

"Orcs regard straightforwardness as an advantage, so I won't be polite, Warchief. First of all, my tribe and I need a place that is private enough and spacious enough to do some 'research work.'

I think."

"The top floor of Blackstone Tower is for you. That place was the throne room of the dwarves before. The place is too big to clean up. It is now our warehouse.

You won’t need it anyway, so just take it. "

Red waved his hand, and before Nefarian could finish speaking, he generously and carelessly allocated a space to the black dragons. Then, the Black Dragon Prince heard Red, who was waving his black-handed warhammer for a feeling, talking in a smooth tone. Another thing happened:

“But the rent cannot be reduced.

Our orthodox tribe in Blackrock Tower is having a hard time, everyone needs to eat. Let me give you a cheaper calculation: 150,000 gold coins in the first year, and 50,000 gold coins every year thereafter.

This price is really not expensive.

The place was very spacious, with flat terrain, condescending, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and had good lighting. It also had a secret inner hall that the dwarves originally used as a treasure house. It was very spacious and had top-notch confidentiality.

We also have our orthodox tribe doing security work to ensure that no stray people will disturb your research.

I calculated such a small amount of rent just for the sake of the distinguished guest. "

"this"

Nefarian felt that there was something wrong with the statement of the orc warchief in front of him.

This is different from what I imagined. We have given you your family heirloom. You are a straightforward and honest orc, shouldn't you give us that place for free?

Why are you talking about rent?

Are you, Red Blackhand, really a serious orc?

Why do I feel like I'm talking to a goblin disguised as an orc?

But the Black Dragon Prince, who wanted to maintain his identity and dignity, couldn't quarrel with Reid just because of a mere 150,000 gold coins. That would be too disgraceful.

Orcs can be shameless, but black dragons cannot!

And listening to Red's statement, it seems to make sense. That place is at the top of the Black Stone Tower. Even if the blue dragon, who hates the black dragon the most, comes, he will have to penetrate the entire Black Stone Tower before he can fight the black dragon.

The time the orcs bought was enough for the black dragon to evacuate properly.

Thinking about it this way, including this kind of security service, fifty thousand gold coins a year seems really not expensive. The most important thing is that the Black Dragon Legion has been hidden in the human world for nearly a thousand years, and they have no shortage of wealth or anything.

"Okay! It's a deal."

Nefarian didn't hesitate long before agreeing.

"You're so generous, guests, I'm starting to appreciate you."

Reid was also very satisfied and turned to the Fire Blade Warlock and said:

"Go and tell my quartermaster Zigres that we have money in hand and add some extra pieces of meat to the soldiers' pots today."

"okay."

The Fire Blade Warlock ran out with joy on his face to deliver the order, and soon the entire Black Stone Tower burst into cheers.

The group of black dragons watching looked at each other.

Isn't it?

After all, you are the king of the mountain, are you really suffering like this?

Nefarian almost laughed out loud. He found the hard life of these orcs quite interesting. But after all, he came with business, so he quickly talked about the second thing.

That's the real deal.

"We have recently been planning to assassinate the human Marshal Lothar, and have contacted your compatriots in the world of Draenor through secret methods. Those brave chiefs will soon enter this world through the cracks of the Dark Portal.

They came not only to assassinate Lothar, but also to find a way out for the orcs trapped in Draenor.

That's not a bad thing for you either. "

Nefarian carefully threw out a soundproof barrier, and then said to Reid:

"I need you to be a part of this plan.

Send your soldiers to harass the Watch Keep in the Blasted Lands and bring your people to Blackrock Spire. We will be responsible for sending you to northern Xinjiang. "

"What did you say? The orc chieftains from Draenor will also come?"

Red was shocked.

Before he could speak, Saurfang next to him questioned first, and there was no joy in his words, but a solemn tone.

"There are no rules! I am discussing things with your distinguished guests, and you have no right to speak!"

Reid reacted very quickly.

He roared and kicked Saurfang in the butt for talking nonsense. The legendary warrior also reacted instantly and immediately confessed to the chief in a "fearful" voice.

"Assassinate Lothar, ha, all orcs with blood want to do this!"

Reid stood up and shouted to the black dragons:

"I'll do this!"

The black dragons all smiled.

Then, they heard Reid's voice change and he said:

"But my soldiers are having a hard time, and I won't hide it from you. Their military pay has been in arrears for several months. If I want them to join the war, I have to first make up their military pay and then give them a reward.

It's all the Dark Iron Dwarf's bar!

That damn place taught them how to spend money! When the lowliest ogre drudge learns to drink, military pay is never enough.

I am really willing to participate in the assassination of Lothar. This is the big cause that all orcs long for after the defeat of the war, but money matters."

The black dragons looked at each other.

They are now sure that this money-hungry Chief Red is really not a serious orc!