Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blake had a great night.

He knew that he could always find simple and pure happiness in the trash-filled Black Iron Bar. On the seventh minute after entering the bar, Blake, who drank five large glasses of Black Iron liquor, successfully caused a fight.

Everything went as the smelly pirate expected.

The small-scale brawl soon involved all the alcoholics in the entire Black Iron Bar. The brawl involving nearly three hundred people was so lively that even the Black Iron guards patrolling outside the bar were involved.

Everyone roared and waved their bottles to open the cup to the nearest person, while Blake waved two "bar weapons" and went around for fun. Whoever wanted to end the fight was Blake's target.

Under the leadership of the stinky pirates, the large wine cellar of the Black Iron Bar was robbed again.

It also led the drunkards to rush into the nearby residential areas. Amidst the howls of mourning, the stinky pirates who drank and fought to their heart's content finally left with a happy and chaotic satisfaction and a lot of loot. The Black Iron Bar has become a "fighter's hell".

Needless to say, this group of drunkards who caused the riot will soon be thrown into the arena of order by the angry black iron judges. They must fight three times as slave gladiators without dying before they can be forgiven.

Shadowforge City is inhabited by a group of thugs with fire flowing in their veins. Since being cursed by the Lord of Fire, the Dark Iron dwarves have fallen into evil. Cunning is their virtue, viciousness is their tradition, and cold-bloodedness is their characteristic.

To govern a people like this, Emperor Thaurissan must use laws that bring fear and cruelty to the nation.

This epic tavern brawl will make the Order Arena very lively for the next half month. Unfortunately, Black has no intention of spending money to buy tickets to watch those poor people fight desperately to stay alive.

He thought that was cruel.

He was a good pirate, so he decided not to look and just pretend nothing happened.

After all, he is just looking for the simple happiness of an alcoholic.

But he is a veteran drunkard after all. The emptiness after the drinking and fighting did not affect Blake's actions. With a pleasant drunkenness, he staggered out of Shadowforge City and followed the experience engraved in his bones. Sneaked into Blackrock Tower.

The guards Red deployed throughout Blackrock Tower were not able to stop the Assassin Master from walking. After touching a dozen rats along the way and picking up dirty wallets that required a few coins to be thrown into them, the pirates arrived smoothly. to the Hall of Chiefs.

"boom"

A dozen orc wallets were thrown on Red's stone table. A burping Black appeared in front of the stone table and rubbed his forehead. He held a dwarf pipe in his mouth and drunkenly tried to light it.

The shadow flame burned on his fingers, but he couldn't put it into his pipe.

He looked like a complete drunkard.

But Chief Red, who was well aware of the captain's bad character, didn't believe this. He would rather believe that Black was deliberately "testing" him, especially after he accidentally made such a big mistake.

"Captain, please take a seat."

Red, who had been waiting here for a long time, stood up with a flattering face, welcomed the drunken pirate to the chief's throne, and took a kindling wood to help the pirate light his pipe.

Maimu stood on the other side, fully armed and on guard.

The guards in the entire chief's hall had been dismissed in advance, and they were just waiting for Blake to come over and lecture them.

"Snapped"

The pirate put his feet on Red's chief's stone table and slumped on the uncomfortable stone throne as if he were boneless. He hummed comfortably, raised his hand and said:

"Where are the income and expenditure records during this period? And your chief's diary, show it to me. Don't say you don't have it. Old Gani told me that after you became the chief, you had the habit of writing a diary every day. .

Hey, who is a serious orc who keeps a diary? "

"Captain, the things recorded in my diary are all very boring."

Reid was actually a little "shy" at this moment?

This made Blake even more interested. Under his scolding, Red reluctantly took out his diary from his room and handed it to Blake.

The chief also had an expression that said he was about to die.

Blake took it and flipped through a few pages, which made the stinky pirate amused because this "Red Diary" is really full of strong "personal style":

"June 4th, the seventh year of the Dark Portal. The weather is good, and the sun outside can still kill people. Today, I was looked down upon by that old coffin board of Brooks in a weird way.

Huh, sooner or later we have to kill him!

Because he was in a bad mood, he didn't patrol in the afternoon and hid in the chief's hall drinking. Sal was a good kid. He also knew how to sneak in and say good things to Brooks.

Not bad, worth cultivating. "

"June 11, the seventh year of the Dark Portal. The weather was bad. Drek'Thar criticized my governance model. He gave me a "Government Suggestion". After reading it, I felt that he was humiliating me.

You have made this thing so perfect, how can I suggest modifications to bring out the majesty of my chieftain?

Huh, these old bastards all look down on me.

I will find an opportunity to kill him another day.

This little guy Thrall is really nice. He came to comfort me again and drank a few glasses of wine with him. This orc kid has a good drinking capacity. "

"June 17, the seventh year of the Dark Portal. No matter the weather, the Blackstone Tower will not leak anyway. The cunning black dragon prince Nefarian sent an envoy over, saying that he would mobilize some orc warlocks to help him.

Does this bloody bastard think I'm stupid?

You want me to send you cannon fodder for such a small amount of money?

No, you have to pay more!

Sal came over in the afternoon and gave me some advice. The more I looked at this guy, the more I liked him. Young people just know how to talk, and are much better than those old bastards who look down on me.

Continue drinking with Thrall in the evening. Alas, Red, Red, you can't keep drinking like this, you are the warchief! The ruler of the orthodox tribe! You will also regain Draenor and do great things in the future.

Tsk tsk, the wine Sal brought tonight tastes good, I have to ask him where he got it from. "

"June 22, the seventh year of the Dark Portal. The weather is terrible, as disgusting as the damn Burning Steppes. I left Blackrock Tower today and sent my little brother Thrall to travel to Draenor.

Although he is a Frostwolf orc and I am the Blackstone Chief, this child and I have a very good relationship these days. In Maim's absence, he is as well-behaved as my half-brother.

He was handsome, good at talking, and he humbly learned from me about his experience as a chief. He had a good drinker and a good brain, and he gave me a lot of suggestions.

Now that he is leaving, I am still a little reluctant to let him go.

I gave him the cub of my warg Hareken, and he hypocritically called it "Snow Song", just like the name humans would give to pets.

This kid is good.

Hopefully he won't die in the dying world of Draenor.

I came back in the evening and continued drinking. It felt so bad to drink alone. The two bastards Brox and Drektal came to visit me. They actually took the initiative to drink with me and thanked me for taking care of Thrall.

Damn it!

Only now did I realize that I had been deceived by these two bastards. Wasn't the suggestion that little bastard Sal gave me just another way of saying it after I rejected it?

Good guy, pretending to be a red face or a white face.

My concern for that bastard Sal was just feeding the dog.

When that little bastard comes back, I will definitely kill him!

I swear! "

"Snapped"

Black closed Red's "Diary of the Orc Warchief". He was silent for a moment, sighed, and said to Red:

"You, the great chief, are really 'sound and colorful', and I'm sorry for you. Let me ask you, how many of your subordinates have been attracted by Kor'kron and the Frostwolf clan?"

Red almost cried when he heard the pirate's question.

He said pitifully:

"Now only the Red Fire Seal Legion and the Ogres are still listening to my orders. The other orcs have either joined Kor'kron or been trained by the Frostwolf orcs to become wolf cavalry.

Drek'Thar also taught some warlocks to become shamans. I guess I can't command them anymore. "

But Red soon became proud again, he put his hands on his hips and said:

"But I keep your teachings in mind. The finances and logistics are always firmly in my hands, and the trade with the goblins and the Dark Iron Dwarf is also presided over by my confidants.

Without me, they would all be hungry! "

"Very good, you have learned my operations and are already in an invincible position."

Blake nodded with satisfaction and said:

"With food and military supplies in hand, Brox and Drek'Thar must obey your orders honestly no matter how dissatisfied they are. At least they must be loyal to you on the surface. That's enough."

After speaking, he picked up the account book prepared by Reid and looked at it.

Well, this record is very bad, but by the standards of the greenskins, it is already very good.

Reid's men have monopolized most of the mineral and herbal trade in Blackstone Mountain, and he uses these things to trade with the goblins in exchange for food and military pay.

The large mines on the other side of the Searing Gorge were monopolized by the Dark Iron dwarves, and Red sent the most powerful Kor'kron to harass them to collect "tolls." He also sent wolf cavalry to search everywhere in the Desolate Land, and also asked ogres loyal to him to cut off the road from the Desolate Land to the Searing Gorge.

Relying on force and the Dark Iron Dwarves to buy weapons and wine for military supplies.

The most ridiculous thing is that Red has raised a group of orc gladiators, and they participate in the Dark Iron Dwarves' Order Arena competition every month, and can also earn a lot of money.

From Black's point of view, the Orthodox tribe's finances have been intermittently on the verge of bankruptcy, and their cash flow is very unhealthy. Red spent most of the money he earned on buying food, which prevented the orcs in Blackrock Tower from going bankrupt. Hungry.

But just being able to feed nearly 100,000 orcs and nearly 10,000 ogres is already beyond Red's ability. His rule is still stable.

At least it was much better than the worst-case scenario Blake expected.

The great chief also left a part of the "reserve fund" without any knowledge. He saved the money that Mai Mu sent every month to prevent possible accidents.

This was greatly appreciated by Black. Who said Red has not improved?

Even though he was repeatedly despised by Brox and Drek'Thar every day, even though Red's strength was almost wasted, even though Red had fat on his belly due to long-term alcoholism and enjoyment.

But he is still making progress towards becoming a qualified warchief.

Of course he was far behind the legendary war chiefs like Orgrim Doomhammer, but Red was already much better than his father, and in terms of operations, he surpassed the Blackstone war chief by a few miles.

"Very good, just continue like this. When Maimu's fleet has stable profits at sea, your rule will be more stable."

Blake dropped the account book and was almost sober.

He sat up straight and said to Reid:

"So, let's talk about the orc wolf cavalry that had a conflict with the human forward. Why did they go near Redridge Mountain? Although I think it was definitely not your order, but I hope to hear the truth from your own mouth. .”

Upon hearing this question, Reid immediately looked angry.

He straightened his black plate armor, which looked "restrictive" due to his weight, and said to Blake:

"The order to send them out for patrol was indeed given by me, but according to my request, they can only reach the Greatmaul Stone at most, where a group of ogres I sent are stationed, and it is also the edge of our influence in the Burning Plains. .

In accordance with your request, I specially set aside a part of the area as a "truce zone" with the Redridge Mountains, just to avoid conflicts with human scouts.

This request was also affirmed by Brox and Drek'Thar, and everyone tacitly understood that no one would cross that line, whether they were Blackstone soldiers or Frostwolf knights.

But that day the wolf cavalry seemed to have lost their minds. My ogre magician told me that he saw with his own eyes the wolf cavalry crossing the warning zone without hesitation and rushing towards the Redridge Mountains.

In the end, the Frostwolf Shamans used astral teleportation to force them back to Blackstone Mountain.

Drek'Thar personally examined them, and they all had traces of confusion in their minds. They were those black dragons! "

Reid gritted his teeth and said:

"I dare to guarantee with my life that it is definitely those black dragons who are behind this. They want us to conflict with humans so that they can make profits from it.

Brox's Kor'kron is ready, and I have sent the military supplies to them. Captain, as long as you give the order, we can immediately rush into the Black Wing Lair and drive away all those damn black dragons!

I'm not afraid of them now.

With the Saurfang brothers and Drek'Thar here, plus the help of Fenris, who has almost recovered from his injury, it is enough to skin and bone those black dragons! "

"This is not urgent."

Blake waved his hand and said:

"This time I came to Blackstone Mountain not to fight bravely with the black dragons. To be able to force Nefarian to use such despicable methods, it seems that you have put a lot of pressure on the black dragons.

Continue to maintain this pressure, and wait until we complete the action goal, and then we will see how the black dragons respond.

I keep them, they are still useful. "

"good."

Although Red was angry, he did not have any resistance to the pirate's order. He took out an exquisite black plate armor belt from his bag and placed it in front of Black's eyes.

explain:

"Captain, I have found the group of black iron exiled black iron blacksmiths who are like ground rats that you ordered me to look for, and I have also made contact with them.

That’s their work and their sincerity.

They are eager to join our cause. "