Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Fortunately, the captain prepared a plan in advance and was able to push everything onto Bwonsamdi. This black dragon prince is a bit clever and really difficult to deal with."

In the chief's hall in Blackrock Tower, Red watched Nefarian and his attendants leave under the leadership of Nirru Fireblade, and went to the upper floors of Blackrock Tower to visit the hall "rented" from Red. .

The chief was really worried about the situation just now.

He curled his lips, slung the black-hand warhammer in front of him behind his back, and winked at Saurfang next to him, gesturing for him to follow.

The two orcs entered the chief's room next to the hall. Red got himself a comfortable big bed and a large dwarf-style wine cabinet. These "luxury" enjoyments made Saurfang look down on him.

Red Blackhand is indeed not a good fighter.

It has been less than half a year since I became the chief, and I have already begun to indulge in pleasure and neglect to exercise. There is actually an uncollected garbage pile at the edge of the room!

So lazy and tired!

This is the end of his strength in this life.

But what made Saurfang feel even more contemptuous was that what Red said to the Black Dragon Prince just now was really embarrassing. This guy has no spirit whatsoever as an orc warrior should.

It seems that my investigation is coming to an end, and Blackstone Tower is not a long-term place to stay.

"Nefarian is really a difficult guy, I guess the words just said won't hide him for long.

This situation is no longer something I can handle as a blunt person. "

Red didn't care what Saurfang thought. He took out a pen and paper from the bedside and wrote something quickly, as if he wanted to report a message to some important guy.

As he wrote, he said to Saurfang without raising his head:

"Hurry up to the desolate land and invite your Warlord Brox and his elite troops back to put pressure on the battle. Once Grom and those madmen like Kargas come over, I won't be able to hold on to the situation.

At that time, Brox, who can suppress them, will have to take charge of the overall situation. These black dragons actually want to assassinate Lothar. Don't they know that Lothar is protected by 'that adult'?

This is really asking for death! "

"What did you say?"

Saurfang was a little confused. The legendary warrior first looked around cautiously. After confirming that there was no magic monitoring here, he asked in a low voice:

"Who do you think is covering Lothar? Who has the qualifications to cover the Alliance Marshal?"

"Oh, you really don't know anything, you poor, powerless bastard."

Reid raised his head and glanced at his elders, and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Do you really think that Lothar's victory in the Burning Steppes was won by himself? Ridiculous! When I was on Zandalar Island, I knew that the Alliance would definitely win, but Orgrim would not necessarily die.

Let me tell you, poor Varok, behind that decisive battle, there was someone you can't imagine secretly presiding over it. He could not affect the course of the war, but he planned Lothar's survival and Orgrim's death!

Lothar should have died here more than half a year ago.

His current life was all given to him by the 'lord' to whom I am loyal. "

"The Bwonsamdi you serve?"

Saurfang read out the unpronounceable troll name. This was the first time he had heard the name of this alien god of death, but his guess made Red laugh.

The great chief clapped his legs and said:

"You actually believe it? You are indeed a simple-minded warrior. No wonder that adult told me, don't be afraid of things being exposed. This plan prepared in advance is enough to scare most people.

Ah, his dark wisdom is as trustworthy as ever! "

"Are you lying to those black dragons?"

Saurfang looked at Reid suspiciously. He was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Red Blackhand, in my memory, you were not so cunning in the past. What changed you? Or rather, who changed you?"

"People change, Varok. I did learn a lot of useful things during that trip. For example, I know that a good warrior is not necessarily a good chief."

Reid quickly wrote the letter, stuck out his tongue and licked the envelope very politely, sealed the envelope, and threw it into the small garbage pile in the corner of his room.

Saurfang felt dazzled.

The moment the letter was thrown over, it disappeared into the strange fog, only for a moment, and then returned to normal.

After Red sent the letter, he seemed to have solved all the troubles and problems. He opened the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of dwarf spirits, and with a cool gesture, he took off the bottle cap from the spike of the Blackhand Warhammer at hand, He took a comfortable sip into his mouth.

He stretched out again and lay down on his luxurious bed.

Under the burning light of the braziers set up around him, Red collapsed on his comfortable bed in a lying posture. He spread his hands and said to Saurfang in front of him:

"I will not try to win over you Orgrim loyalists.

I know you look down on me, but that doesn't matter. Although we all have different goals, we can cooperate.

I will not interfere with your continued fulfillment of the orders of that damned Orgrim.

I will provide you with a safe place to stay. Thanks to the black dragons' generous financial aid, I can provide you with the best food and weapons.

and treats.

I have only one request. "

Reid waved his hand in front of his eyes and poured another drink into his mouth. He said:

"When I need it, you must declare your 'loyalty' to me. Don't care so much about it. This is just a name I use to intimidate my useless subordinates and other orcs.

Now the black dragons are here too. I need your force to ensure that those black dragons will not dare to stretch their hands too far.

I'm not really asking you to fight my battles.

I know that I cannot command you, and I will not bother to pursue this privilege. After the training of my flame shaman and war warlock is completed, I will no longer need your power.

Take my words back to Overseer Brox.

I have always admired his strength and loyalty.

I believe he will make a choice that is good for both of us. "

Varok Saurfang was silent for a few seconds, and he said frankly:

"We will not join in the assassination of Lothar. He defeated the Warchief in a one-on-one battle. This victory has no merit. The Warchief also told us to avenge him before he died.

Facts have proved that even without Lothar, we are still no match for mankind.

The era of being bewitched and massacred by demonic blood has passed.

We now have to do what is right for the orcs. "

"Yeah?"

Reid sneered noncommittally, rolled his eyes and said:

"I heard that you don't eat delicious pork. Why? Varok, you should know that even in Draenor, pork is the staple food of the orcs."

This irrelevant question made Varok silent for a while, and he ultimately did not answer the question.

But Red told the answer in his heart:

"Because when the butcher kills the pig, the beast's scream will remind you of the massacre in Shattrath City. The old and weak Draenei women and children who died under your battle ax also made such screams.

How many people did you kill after drinking the demon blood? Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? One hundred thousand? Can't you explain clearly? Tell me, Varok, has a legendary warrior like you, a former cold-blooded butcher, learned to repent?

Do you want me to find a paladin for you and let him baptize you? "

"Click"

Saurfang's gauntlet holding the battle ax made a muffled sound. Under the full-faced battle helmet, Varok's bloodshot eyes stared at Red, and he said word by word:

"Don't do that! Red, you're looking for death!"

"Okay, okay, I'm just parroting."

Reid raised his hands very spinelessly, and he said with a hint of drunkenness:

"I'm just telling you the sarcasm he used when he told your story when I was next to him. I can tell from the look on your face that that adult really predicted you. The mentality at this time.

I mean no harm, Varok, and I have always respected strong men.

I just want to tell you that as long as you, as long as we stay in this world, we can't do anything 'right'. The world will never forgive us.

The one we should beg for forgiveness most is not Azeroth, but Draenor!

Don’t forget, we destroyed our own world first, and then we came here to destroy other people’s worlds. Okay, let's get down to business. I have no interest in participating in the assassination of Lothar, but the current situation is like this.

If we don't do it, those black dragons and our violent, arrogant chiefs who have not been taught a lesson by this world will join forces to kill us first!

You and your brother might be able to defeat Grom Hellscream.

But just thinking about the fact that I have to fight that man with Gorehowl makes me scared to death.

So whether you are willing or not, I must join this cause.

I just asked you to bring a letter over.

It doesn't matter if you don't want to, just come here and help me guard the Black Stone Tower, and don't think about usurping power or anything. As long as you are unwilling to bow to the black dragon, you can only rely on me to maintain this mess.

Without me, Blackrock Tower would run out of food in half a month.

In a month, you will be eaten by a group of hungry orcs together, leaving no bones left. "

Red waved the wine bottle in his hand proudly, he opened the wine compartment and said:

"I don't need to rely on any majesty to rule my tribe! The reason why I sit so firmly on the throne of the great chief is because I can keep the orcs under my command well fed.

What Orgrim couldn't do, I did it!

I'm just better than him!

Hahaha, bite me if you are not convinced! "

"You've really changed, Red."

Varok didn't go to beat Red. He just shook his head, turned around and left with the battle ax on his back. When he walked out of the room, he turned back and said:

"You don't look like an orc anymore. Your father may be very disappointed."

"Why should he be disappointed in me?"

Red closed his eyes and stroked the black-hand warhammer placed beside the bed. He drank wine and said:

"I used to think that my dad's failure was because of his bad luck, but after I returned from Zandalar and became the warchief, I realized how great my dad's life was.

fail!

The only thing he deserves to boast about is that he found a good brother in Orgrim Doomhammer. But even Orgrim, who regarded him as his brother, finally left him.

My dad would be proud of me because I did something he always wanted to do but couldn't.

Maybe you think this is ridiculous.

But Varok, believe me, I am also trying to save the orcs in my own way, and I have loftier ambitions than you, as you will see!

One day, all the orcs will be willing to call me 'Warchief'! "

"You're drunk, Red, stop dreaming."

Varok dropped these words, turned around and strode away.

After Saurfang left, Red, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes. He curled his lips and whispered:

“You know nothing about dreams, old man.

You should all be eliminated by the times! I will succeed, because the captain promised that handsome man who can change my destiny, he promised me.

Ha, you have no idea how confident I am. "

"Hey, what a bunch of idiots!"

——

One day later, Varok Saurfang returned to the barren land after completing his "examination" with the help of the big bat provided by Red's trolls.

In a valley in the barren mountains connected to the Searing Gorge, he found his brother Brox Saurfang and the Warchief Guards he commanded, as well as a new clan composed of a group of brave orcs.

They call themselves "Kor'kron", which means "Warchief's Blade".

Obviously, these brave guys who continued to fight after the Horde's defeat regarded fulfilling Orgrim's last order as the only meaning of their existence.

"This is the situation. Red needs us, and we need him. Maybe the two sides can maintain cooperation for a period of time, but I don't think Blackrock Tower is a place where we can stay for a long time.

Mainly Red.

He gave me a very bad feeling. I always felt that behind what Red did in Blackstone Mountain, there was some hidden purpose that I couldn't understand. He has become different from before.

He doesn't even think like an orc. "

In a simple tent, Varok told his brother everything he saw in Blackrock Tower, but Brox, who was entrusted with responsibilities by Orgrim before his death, rubbed his chin and did not answer immediately. .

After a long silence, Brooks said softly:

"During the time you were away, brother, a strange thing actually happened here. An orc warlock came from outside and claimed that he had found Guy'ir.

The weirdest thing is that he comes on behalf of a force we have never come into contact with. "

"Um?"

Varok's expression immediately became strange, and he said:

"Do you believe him?"

"I don't want to believe it, but I have to believe it."

Brooks glanced at his brother and said:

"No questions can arise from what the warlock said, and he brought this."

The old orc placed half of a torn old blanket in front of his younger brother. It was a blanket with the Frostwolf emblem, but it seemed to be torn apart by a sharp blade.

"This thing can be faked."

The legendary warrior shook his head and said:

"It cannot be relied upon as evidence."

"Well, so I decided to go to the castle in Northern Xinjiang to see for myself."

Brox grinned. The old orc entrusted by Orgrim stood up, moved his body, and said to his brother:

"Gather the tribesmen, let's go to Blackstone Mountain to 'enjoy' for a few days, and then have a good talk with those old brothers. We won't assassinate Lothar, but it shouldn't be a big problem to get a ride.

Besides, we are Kor'kron! "

The old orc laughed and said:

"Kor'kron should stay with the Warchief. This is our mission. Go and watch the warlock named Tiga Evil Eye personally if he shows any sign of trying to escape.

kill him! "