Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The conversation with Chief Red actually went smoothly beyond the black dragons' expectations.

Red Blackhand is not the same as the stupid and stubborn orc in their impression. In fact, this warchief is quite cunning. He can understand any request made by the black dragon and the necessity of those requests.

He can even draw inferences from one example, so that the black dragons can easily reach cooperation without having to explain things too clearly.

This satisfied all the black dragons, including Nefarian.

It is always a pleasure to talk to a smart person, especially when the smart person is very discerning and knows how to flatter. This kind of conversation can even be called "enjoyment".

But Red's biggest problem is that this guy never talks about money.

The black dragons always make financial demands on them in unexpected places.

It is true that the various situations mentioned by the warchief do exist.

The miserable life of the orcs in Blackstone Tower cannot be hidden from the eyes of the black dragons, but the problem is that this is your army, Chief Red, and not the black dragon army!

Why should the black dragons pay to raise an army for you?

"Discourteous! You greedy orc! We took the initiative to show goodwill and asked you to cooperate with a small force. Not only are you ungrateful, but you also make so many demands!"

One of the guards of the black dragon prince Nefarian, the black dragon named "Kararan the Deceiver" scolded angrily:

"Do you think you can be on an equal footing with the powerful Black Dragon Legion just by hiding in this rat's nest and calling yourself the warchief? Recognize your identity!"

"Huh? Do you recognize me?"

Red's smiling face suddenly turned cold, and he had the evil demeanor of a pirate turning his face like a book.

"boom"

He leaned the black-hand warhammer in front of his throne. The orc guards in the chief's hall also drew their weapons at this moment, and even the war chief's governor held the horn tightly outside the hall.

As long as the thing is blown, the orcs and ogres in the entire Blackrock Tower, as well as the trolls annexed by them, will gather together.

"You beat my people! You broke into my clan! You asked me to send troops to assist in your little plan! You also tried to use my compatriots in Draenor as cannon fodder!

Now let me know my identity!

I think the people who really need to know their identity are you, Black Dragon! Now, you, beg me! "

Red roared, louder and louder.

And this guy does have a lot of power when he is angry. Although Chief Red is slick on the surface, don't forget that he also fought into the Tomb of Sargeras and followed Black on the expedition to Zandalar.

He even defeated the Hell Herald, dealt with the Loa demigods, and betrayed Orgrim Doomhammer.

Although he is not well-known in the world of Azeroth, and speaking of the orc race alone, Red is definitely not among the most powerful orc chiefs, but he is already a medium-sized orc. role.

A mere black dragon!

Red is not an illiterate guy.

He also heard his captain bragging about the Dragon Legion. The black dragon looked powerful, but it was just a lost dog in the Dragon Legion.

They are essentially no different from the orcs huddled in the Blackstone Tower.

"I know you are powerful enough. You can kill me and my soldiers and leave Blackrock Tower or occupy this place.

But the 'great' black dragons, after the death of us lowly orcs, you have to do what you want to accomplish yourself. And do you dare to appear near the Keep? "

Red stroked the handle of his father's hammer.

He looked coldly at the black dragons in front of him and said:

"If you really want to be as powerful as you claim, you don't have to come to me at all and send gifts to an orc chief who is extremely lowly in your eyes.

Your leaders have said that this is a cooperation!

Only when each party contributes is it called cooperation!

You now want my soldiers and my tribe to die for you! We have to sacrifice our lives for your plan, and now I only ask you for money, are you going to fall out?

Is this your ‘sincerity’?

Hehe, the power of the Black Dragon Legion is so powerful that my small Black Stone Tower cannot bear it.

you!

See off my guests. "

The warchief snorted, stood up suddenly, and said to Saurfang, who had drawn his battle ax beside him:

“Send the guests to Shadowforge City.

Maybe Thaurissan, the show-off guy, can talk to the 'great and noble' black dragons, and forget about us rude and lowly orcs, who can't afford to serve these great men. "

"As you command, Warchief."

Varok Saurfang sneered a few times. Although this legendary warrior looked down on Red a little, he had to admit that Red's words were indeed beautiful.

Kill these arrogant black dragons fiercely.

The legendary leader stepped forward with a battle ax and mixed his legendary power with anger. The warrior power called "execution" made the entire chief hall become dangerous.

Several black dragons felt that the orc in front of them would charge up at any time and kill them with a headshot. Even if they transformed into dragon form, they would end up seriously injured.

Nefarian glared hard at the young black dragon Kararan who was talking nonsense.

Although what Kararan said was also what the Black Dragon Prince wanted to say.

The appearance of this orc chief is really ugly, but what Red said is right. The black dragons want the orcs to work hard, and they must be rewarded.

When you hire adventurers to do things in the human kingdom, don’t you also have to pay them?

"Your Majesty the Great Chief, what you said before is very reasonable. Cooperation requires the efforts of all parties. Please forgive my young attendant for his unscrupulous remarks. He was born after the Ancient War and has not experienced the miserable torture of the years. "

Nefarian raised his scepter and paused the approaching Orc Legend. The elegant and noble prince said loudly:

"But if money can resolve our small conflict, I will be happy to provide your orthodox tribe with a considerable financial aid. It's just money.

Money is always the best problem to solve.

The only thing I doubt is, after we pay the money, can the Orthodox tribe do what we want to see? "

"Have you seen my guards?"

Red pointed arrogantly at his "guards" and said proudly:

"For an orc as capable as him, I still have a whole small clan in the wasteland!

You must have your own news channels, you might as well go and find out for yourself how much suffering they have caused the dwarves and humans of the Alliance in recent months!

It's just a matter of harassing the Keep, a piece of cake.

As long as financial aid is in place, we can start now.

As for the assassination of Lothar, this is more important. We will discuss it in detail after all the chiefs of Draenor come to Blackstone Mountain.

As for me, I am a junior in front of the chiefs. When the time comes, I will ask them to decide everything and I will not say anything. "

"good!"

Nefarian's eyes lit up.

He had also heard the news that the alliance was defeated by a group of mysterious orcs in the deserted land. The Presto family had connections in the alliance.

This kind of military battle report cannot be faked.

If Reid really has such an elite team under his command, then it is worth spending a little more money to buy peace of mind.

"In five days, your compatriots will cross the rift of the Dark Portal. If everything goes well, we will set off for Northern Xinjiang in a week.

So much time, enough to mobilize, right? "

Nefarian asked.

Red hesitated for a moment. He glanced at Saurfang while pretending to think, and the latter nodded to him inaudibly.

"enough."

The great chief replied angrily, then he rolled his eyes and said:

"But from the Burning Plains to the Cursed Land, we have to cross the Redridge Mountains and the Swamp of Sorrows. That is the territory of the Alliance. We can only send a small number of elites to get there.

If you want things to be done properly, you have to agree to one more 'small' request of mine. "

"what else do you want?"

Before speaking this time, Black Dragon Kararan glanced at His Highness the Prince. After receiving permission from the other person's eyes, he said angrily:

"Orc Chief! Don't go too far! Is it the virtue of you orcs to open your mouth to your partner, the lion?"

"Hey, there are many virtues that we orcs uphold. If you want to hear them, I can spend half a day talking about them to you."

Reid snorted, spread his hands, and said helplessly:

"I'm really not a lion talking loudly, this time it's really about cooperation.

What I think is that if the Black Dragon Legion can 'lend' a few dragons to my tribe warriors, we can fly over from the coast of the Endless Sea without alerting the Alliance.

As for myself, I am a relatively vain person.

The seniors who came to pick me up this time must show the majesty that a great chief should have, so I took the liberty of renting a dragon for my use on a long-term basis from His Highness the Prince.

Please rest assured, Your Highness.

Now that I have money, I will definitely pay my rent on time. "

The great chief assured him, patting his chest.

Nefarian laughed, waved his hands and said:

"There's no need for rent or anything like that. The Presto family can't afford to lose face. As for dragons, it can be negotiated, but don't think about it for adult dragons.

We have our own dignity and are not allowed to be ridden by orcs.

At most, I'll give you a baby dragon as a companion.

In addition, I have a small question to ask the warchief, I hope you don't mind. "

"Ask, ask."

Reid felt happy at this moment, thinking that these black dragons were quite generous. He had long envied the captain for having a young dragon first mate, and he also wanted a supportive scene.

I didn't expect things to go so smoothly.

But Nefarian's next question made Red's expression change drastically.

The Black Dragon Prince narrowed his eyes, looked at Reid, and said:

"After we met, I never revealed my identity to you. How did you know that I was the Black Dragon Prince? Who told you my identity?"

Nefarian caught the loophole in Red's words and said thoughtfully:

"I felt something was wrong when the great chief made the conditions just now. I feel that Mr. Reid is not surprised at all by our arrival. You seem to have known for a long time that we were coming to visit you!

Who told you this?

Who is the person behind you? "

"Ah this."

Red was at a loss by Nefarian's continuous questioning. He looked into the black dragon's eyes. Nefarian's eyes were spinning like whirlpools, as if he was trying to absorb Red's spirit.

At the critical moment, Saurfang let out a huge war cry, abruptly awakening Red from his mental temptation.

The warchief grabbed his warhammer and took a step back. The surrounding orcs rushed forward to attack the black dragon, but Red, who reacted, shouted back:

"You all, get out! Saurfang stays."

The orc warriors in the hall hesitated a little, but under the intimidation of the warchief's eyes, they all exited the hall obediently and closed the door.

Red then breathed a sigh of relief. Under the gaze of the Black Dragon Prince, he leaned on the throne in a decadent posture, covered his head, and said in a helpless tone:

"Okay, if you find out, then I won't hide it."

He took out his cursed gold coin from his neck and said to Nefarian, whose expression changed slightly:

"At the end of the Orc War, when I was chasing Gul'dan, I made a trip to Zandalar by accident. I wonder if Your Highness the Prince has ever heard of the name of Dark Prophet Zul?

Anyway, I met Zul there, listened to his wisdom, and got into trouble with the troll god of death, Bwonsamdi.

I am now forced to serve the alien god of death. There is also the shrine of the god of death in my black stone tower, in the territories of the troll clans that I specially found.

That evil bastard is soul-hungry. "

As Red spoke, he threw his gold coin to Nefarian, who caught it in his hand without even noticing it. The cold breath of death flowed back into his hand.

Red on the throne seemed to have taken off all disguise. He stared at Nefarian and said:

"Now that things have happened, I won't hide it. It's hard to be Bwonsamdi's dog. If the Black Dragon Army can give me the strength, let me break free from Bwonsamdi's control.

It’s not impossible for me to be a dog for you.

Anyway, for us homeless dogs, it doesn’t matter who the owner is, as long as we can eat meat and bones. "

The Black Dragon Prince savored Red's words and looked at the gold coins in his hand. After a few seconds, Nefarian showed a smile and said to Red:

"I naturally know the name of Prophet Zul.

And when it comes to finding strength, you've come to the right person.

My dear Warchief. I noticed that your soldiers still seem to be affected by the demonic blood. I just have a way to help them get rid of that unbearable weakness.

I will also give you the money you want.

I don't need you to be a dog to the Black Dragon Legion. Don't belittle yourself like this, Lord Warchief. As long as you serve Deathwing's cause loyally, you will be rewarded with strength.

And now is your chance to serve our master.

As long as you can kill Lothar, as long as you can satisfy him, you will have everything you want. Kararan, you stay in Blackrock Spire and assist the Warchief in his mission. "

Nefarian turned around and gave orders to his servants like the master of the place. Red did not stop him, which made the black dragon prince curl up into a smile.

He turned back to Reid and said:

"In five days, I will come back with what you desire, Your Majesty the Great Chief. But you also need to let me see what I want to see! In your words, everyone contributes, and this is called cooperation."