Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 593 146. Blake’s unique persuasion skills--Additional update for Humen Yan Brothers【130】

"Captain, what a waste."

Black contracted the shadow element, and he felt that he was not at a loss, but the giant magician Zarak behind him looked pained.

He kept complaining to the pirates:

"The number of demons each warlock contracts is limited, my wise captain, the souls of us mortals are too fragile, and too many demon contracts will crush us.

Each of our demon servants must be carefully selected, as you taught us, but you yourself violated this warlock code.

I can't see the use of this shadow element. I heard Evil Eye analyze it for me. The destructive power of Void Walkers is too poor, their intelligence is also poor, and they are not as useful as other demons.

They are indeed very loyal, but you have to tell them three or five times to get something.”

"Shut up, I have my own plans. The Void Walker is very useful. You idiots don't understand. Men can't pursue fierceness one-sidedly. When they are strong enough, they must also consider their endurance.

Being very fast is not a good sign.

Only if you are persistent enough can you persist enough in the fierce battle and achieve a hearty victory. "

Black waved his hands and explained a few words to his incompetent subordinates, but he had no intention of explaining more. The bastard warlocks only know how to gain wisdom after they have suffered losses themselves.

"Where is the talent you found for me?"

Blake asked.

"Right ahead, Captain, see that cage on the edge? He's in it."

Zarak pointed to the magic cage in the corner ahead and said to his evil captain:

"The prison cage suddenly lost its magic power supply just now. Everyone ran out, but he didn't move at all. That guy seemed to really regard this place as his 'home', and he had no intention of leaving here."

"You just said he was my 'old acquaintance'?"

The pirate raised his feet and walked that way, and the huge, dark and silent voidwalker Zulamat followed Black loyally.

Its elemental body is just like a large marshmallow or a large water droplet. While it is suspended and walking, a few energy sparks will occasionally burst out when the end of its lower body comes into contact with the ground.

As you get closer to it, you can hear the sound of a pump pumping water.

That was the sound of Black's new minions drawing shadow energy from the Dark Crystal.

The energy gathered by the Atama Crystal is completely enough for Zuramat to complete the evolution of the Ethereal Lord, and the Skull of Gul'dan soaked in the shadow element can also allow the damaged magic weapon to be better restored.

Facing the pirate's inquiry, the treacherous troll nodded and whispered:

"He does know you, Captain, and he fought you, when you were weak, at Hillsbrad. It was the war years, and you and your companions defeated him with your dark wisdom. .

I heard from other people in the prison that when he first came here, he screamed all day long that he wanted to get out and wash away his shame. He was very irritable at first, but then he calmed down for some reason. He felt as if he was dead when he stayed in the cage all day long.

Many gangs wanted to recruit him, but he strangled the people they sent, and then everyone ignored him. He was a complete weirdo. "

"Huh? The guy I defeated? Why am I not impressed?"

Blake blinked and said:

"I'm really getting more and more curious. If you beat me, you can still survive. It seems like this guy is lucky."

As he spoke, he quickened his pace, walked to the edge of the cage, took a look inside, and found an orc sitting inside. An orc whose skin was not so green, but instead had a weird blue-gray color.

He was sitting cross-legged in the shadow of the cage. He was obviously larger than an ordinary orc, with a braided beard under his bald head.

"Ha, it turns out it's you."

The pirate recognized the guy immediately.

Indeed, this was his "old acquaintance" and the guy whom Blake remembered deeply. On the night when the pirates participated in the Orc War and ambushed Old Dar Triple Bloodblade, he was almost killed by this guy.

"Lantrisso Fireblade!"

Black accurately said the name of the orc, but the latter remained unmoved. He turned his back to him and continued to sit cross-legged in the dark cage, as if he was meditating.

This reaction made the pirate frown. He thought for a while and then said:

"Hey, you rude Hafolson, stand up, you bastard! It was because of me that you lost the chance to escape back to Draenor, and now I'm here to release you.

It’s okay if you don’t smile at me, just give me some reaction. "

"roll."

The orc did react, but unfortunately it wasn't the one Black wanted.

Such "coldness" made the pirate very dissatisfied. He stepped into the cage. Zarak next to him immediately made a gesture of following him to the death, but his feet did not move.

The captain dared to go in because the captain was a skilled man and he was bold, but the humble giant magician did not dare to pretend like this.

This orc sword master might not be able to kill the captain, but in this small space, it would probably not be a big problem to strangle a high-level warlock with a knife in his hand.

Showing loyalty to leaders is a necessary skill in the workplace, but seeking death is not the survival rule for warlocks.

"It's been almost a year since the war ended. You've been imprisoned here for so long. Haven't you learned some philosophy of survival? For example, how precious freedom is."

The pirate walked into the cage and said:

"You see, to be honest, there is no deep hatred between us. I killed your old chief, and you almost killed me. The one who defeated you was the elf ranger Halduron. That guy is now a ranger lord, and he might be able to become a ranger in the future. Where's the general?

Your failed assist was part of his rapid rise to success. Seeing how prosperous he is now, don't you want to take revenge or something?

I can help. "

"No interest, say it again, get out!"

The orc swordmaster still didn't react much. This guy seemed to be fooled, which made the pirate very dissatisfied.

Ignoring Lantreso's warning, he took another step forward and said:

"Your clan is finished. I heard that the Burning Blade clan has been removed from the clan by the orcs. When people count the major clans now, they don't include the Burning Blade.

Your inherited sacred objects are lost, your chief is dead, and several of Old Dar's sons and daughters are also missing. The most famous one now is a warlock named Nirru Fireblade.

While working under Chief Red in Blackrock Spire, I heard that the warlock was ambitious about rebuilding the Burning Blade clan.

Don't you care? "

"I am not a member of the Burning Blade Clan. I am not accepted by them, even if I help them kill people and win the war. But in their eyes, I am always a mixed-blood mongrel.

Old Dar only picked me up to train me into a weapon. "

The orc swordmaster whispered in the shadow with a low voice:

"I have repaid his kindness, I paid my freedom and my dignity for his upbringing. Now I am not a sword master, not a warrior, just a prisoner who has lost his past and has no past.

I was tired of the war and the journey to find identity, I just wanted to spend the rest of my life in this quiet place.

You don’t have to explain ‘freedom’ to me. I have nowhere to go.

The outside world is a prison to me. "

"This is easy to handle!"

Blake's eyes lit up, and he said in a gentle tone:

“I have a small fleet and a group of incompetent followers. Together we have established a warm and comfortable ‘pirate home’, determined to provide a shelter for all those who have nowhere to go.

We are professional in this area.

You can come with me and give it a try first. Trust me, you will like that place. A good man should fight the sea in his life, make achievements in the endless sea, and achieve great fame."

"Don't waste your time."

The orc sword master's tone became sarcastic, and he said:

"I have nowhere to go because I don't want to go anywhere, it's not that I can't find a place to accept me! Everyone who was strangled by me before you was just like you, enthusiastically trying to provide me with a 'new home' '.

Your rhetoric is the worst of them all.

Do you really think that a true sword master would leave everything behind to become a lowly pirate? "

"Okay, I don't have a problem with you calling my profession 'dirty'. Everyone calls us that, so I don't care. But you said you are a 'real sword master'.

I'm afraid someone will question it. "

Blake rubbed his helmet with a regretful tone. He took something out of his bag and inserted it behind Lantriso with a bang.

The sound of the sharp blade rubbing against the masonry and piercing the ground like butter made the Orc Sword Master, who had been carrying his back, suddenly stand up.

He turned to look at Sankesu, the flame blade stuck on the ground by Blake, his eyes full of complicated emotions.

Once, when he was young, he heard the legend of this sword master's blade from his tribe countless times.

Once, when he was ostracized by his tribe, he had imagined that one day he would be able to win the recognition and following of everyone holding Sankesu.

There is no orc who does not know this sword. It is the supreme holy object in the eyes of all sword masters.

But now, this sword doesn't have much meaning to Lantrexo.

He told Black that he no longer needed the sword to prove his lineage, and that he no longer had a clan to protect or command.

"please."

Blake took a step back, stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture to Lantrexo Fireblade in front of him, and said:

"Take it with you, go wherever you want, do whatever you want, as long as you can get out of this city. Oh, by the way, I have been keeping these things, I think I may use them one day superior."

The pirate opened his bag containing miscellaneous items, took out a shabby and blood-stained Burning Blade War Flag from it, and threw it in front of the Orc Sword Master.

He spread his hands and said:

"But don't blame me for not reminding you. There is a very powerful guy who is also pursuing this sword. I don't want him to cause me any more trouble, so I leave this trouble to you.

It can be regarded as ‘returning the property to its original owner’.

Although you may not be the successor of the Sword Master Blade chosen by Old Dar, to be honest, I think you are very qualified to take charge of this flaming holy sword.

It's precious.

So don't let anyone take it away. "

After saying that, the pirate didn't even look at the flaming blade Sankesu stuck in the ground. He turned around, put his hands behind his back, hummed a fast-paced pirate song, and staggered out of the cell.

Under the envious and jealous gaze of the giant magician Zarak next to him, when the pirate walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and threw something to the orc sword master who was rubbing the hilt of the flaming blade with a red cloth wrapped around it.

It was an elf gold coin wrapped with a cold aura. It flipped in the air and landed in front of the orc. The sword master stretched out his hand and accurately grasped it in his hand.

"Consider this my 'compensation' for causing you to spend a year in prison, my dear Lantrexo."

Blake spoke in a gentle tone, as if chatting with an old friend:

"This is also a reward badge that I only give to my subordinates who are not so useless. It can allow you to avoid death. Considering the things you are about to face and the opponents you are about to encounter, I think you will need it.

In addition, there is something that needs to be emphasized. "

The pirate coughed and said:

"As long as you use this thing, it means that you have submitted an 'employment application' to the immortal pirates. From the perspective of a stranger, my advice to you is:

Be cautious. "

After saying that, the pirate continued to hum and walked away with his useless subordinate and servant Zulamat, seemingly not caring that he had just left a legendary weapon to a stranger.

It was as if what he was throwing out was a worthless piece of garbage.

In the cage where everything was quiet again, Lantrexo Fireblade was in a state of confusion. He thought that after a year in prison, his state of mind was calm enough.

But it turned out that his state of mind practice was far from perfect.

At least the knife in front of him, at the moment of contact, evoked those memories in his heart that were decided to be forgotten and sealed.

The tall orc swordmaster pursed his lips. He grabbed the hilt of the sword, closed his eyes, and gently lifted it upward. With the sound of the blade hissing, the swordmaster's blade was lifted in front of him.

The mixed-blood orc with his upper body naked stretched out his fingers and touched the frosted sword blade. When his fingers touched the blade, he just wiped it gently and blood oozed from his fingertips.

The pirate took good care of it and kept the blade as sharp as ever.

Lantrexo looked at the worn-out battle flag at his feet again. The battle flag was stained with blood, and he didn’t know who it came from. However, the legendary clan on the flag that was once worshiped by all the orcs in the world of Draenor has passed away. Disappeared in the war.

You may be responsible.

No!

I no longer owe it anything.

But the inheritance of the Sword Master cannot be cut off!

If you didn't receive the proper guidance from an apprentice when you were growing up, and all your exercises were based on your own understanding until you reached this point, then you have the responsibility to rebuild the way of the Sword Master after the arrogant Fire Blade inheritance was annihilated.

There is no right or wrong with power!

After a few seconds, the orc made up his mind.

He bent down, grabbed the old battle flag, and smeared the flag of the Burning Blade Clan with blood a few times with his fingers cut by the sword blade, and changed the emblem surrounded by sharp blades to look like a bloody blade.

Only then was he satisfied and put the battle flag behind him.

When the bloody selection below the prison came to an end, Lantrexo held the flaming blade and looked back at the prison where he had lived for a year, the place he regarded as "home".

To be honest, he hated every second of being here!

It's time to set off.

It's time to find a real home.

The wind carrying the smell of blood blew in this small cell, and the sword master who started his journey again had disappeared.

The pirate below grinned.

Ha, the plan works!

Sure enough, everyone has a price in mind.