Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"The Dark Iron dwarves of the Thorium Brotherhood are more stubborn than their soft-bodied compatriots, and words alone cannot make them willingly follow you, Mr. Black.

And I think the blueprint you painted is a bit too perfect and idealistic.

After all, even we orcs know that the conflicts between the three dwarf clans are almost irreconcilable. "

After Hansel was carried out by two thick orc guards, the old orc shaman Drek'Thar, who had been watching silently, said in a gentle tone:

“These dwarves who adhere to the principle of neutrality have a large camp on the edge of the Searing Gorge, where they play ‘hide and seek’ with Thaurissan’s army and are almost killed by their compatriots.

It was only after Kor'kron entered that area that the Thorium Brotherhood got a chance to breathe.

We have a certain level of cooperation with them.

But because of that, we know how stubborn they can be. This is a group of craftsmen who possess knowledge. They have their own programs and goals, and they have also experienced suffering.

This is an organization with a soul. Although it is very weak, it is not easy to absorb them. "

"But it's not as difficult as you think, Mr. Shaman."

Blake took out the flagon, shook it by his ear, and said to Drek'Thar:

"Just because they have goals and are eager to achieve them, helping them achieve their goals can gain a lot of goodwill and favor. I have never been afraid of subordinates or future subordinates having ideals.

In my opinion, ideals can also be exploited.

As for bridging the grievances between the three dwarf clans, I admit that I don't have that much face, but I can give them a chance. All hatred comes from incomprehension, so I just need to give them a bridge of communication

Whether they will continue to be stupid in the future, or slowly rebuild the co-governance of the three clans inherited by the King of the Mountain, that is their problem. "

"But why?"

Drek'Thar, who had black strips on his eyes, said in a doubtful tone:

"I see no benefit to you in doing so, and I highly doubt your claim to be a pacifist."

"The reason."

Blake rubbed his forehead and said:

"Because I got some news in advance, maybe a disaster is brewing, and I just want to increase the chance of winning for my side.

You may also get this news soon.

This is also an opportunity, or a choice, that you will face. It should not be too long, just within two or three months. "

After speaking, the pirate changed the topic and said no more. He obviously aroused Drek'Thar's interest, but only touched on it briefly to create a sense of mystery.

And the illusion of having everything under control.

Nothing wrong, old Pua did it.

"The friends I invited are already on the way, and they will arrive at Blackstone Mountain soon."

Blake clapped his fingers and said:

"My close comrade-in-arms, His Highness Kael'thas Sunstrider and his mages, Merry Winterwind, the leader of the Council of Tirisfal who is as close to me as a brother, and his companions, as well as two powerful warriors, and The vanguard of the heroic and fearless Hydrasian water elemental legion, my sworn Majesty the Tidehunter.

Finally it’s myself.

I won’t go into the long list of powerful and exciting titles, but they are all very powerful. "

The old shaman nodded.

If possible, a shaman who respected the elements like him would not be willing to fight an elemental monarch, but on the one hand, the Frostwolf clan still owed Black a huge favor to repay.

On the other hand, the existence of the Fire Lord filled the vicinity of Blackstone Mountain and the Burning Plains with the power of the fire element, severely squeezing the space of other elements.

Drek'Thar's shaman apprentices can only learn the summoning of the fire element here, but as the successor of the ancient shamanic heritage, it is impossible for the old shaman to allow his apprentices to specialize in the summoning of only one element.

Being with the fire element for a long time without the power of other elements will have an irreversible impact on the shaman's mind.

Look at the shamans of the Dark Iron Dwarves. They are all furious and unstable, and their emotions change like crazy. This is the result of this long-term connection with a single element.

So even from a realistic perspective, if you want to restore the shamanic heritage of the orthodox tribe, Drek'Thar must join Black's team to drive the Fire Lord out of the Molten Core.

This is used to achieve the elemental balance within the Burning Steppes and Searing Gorge areas.

After Blake finished talking about the members on his side, Drek'Thar also said:

“Thanks to the Water Elemental Corps recently opening up Azeroth’s powerful water power to me and my apprentices, we were able to assemble a shaman team of thirty people.

I will personally lead the team to participate. "

Having said this, Drek'Thar turned his head, "looked" at Red, and said:

"In addition, Brox and Varok will also participate in this operation on behalf of the orthodox tribe. After all, we are operating on our territory, and we cannot let the guests see the joke."

This sentence made Red's eyes widen, and then the orc chief snorted and said nothing more, but a smile appeared on his lips.

Humph, these old bastards can handle it clearly.

At the critical moment, he still gave him face as a great chief.

"Very good, this is enough to send the Lord of Fire back to his hometown. The clone of the Elemental Lord in the Molten Heart is actually not as strong as you think.

As long as the fire demon leaders sent by it from the realm of fire are eliminated, the isolated and helpless Fire King will have only one way to go: defeat. "

Black laughed loudly, stood up from the chief's throne, and said to Drek'Thar:

"But I'm curious. It's been so long and you still haven't found Grom and his Warsong clan? Where are they wandering around?"

"The Hinterlands."

Regarding this issue, Drek'Thar has nothing to hide.

The old shaman shook his head and said:

"Grom has never cut off communication with us. He refused to join Blackrock Tower, and mocked Brox as an old dog that can't chew meat, mocked Varok for serving waste, and called me a stupid blind man."

"That's right, the trash Grom is talking about is me."

Red shrugged beside him, and the chief said without any psychological pressure:

"I originally thought Grom Hellscream was provoking this way.

But later I discovered that he was a foul-mouthed orc chief. He enjoyed simple ridicule and irritation, and was always looking forward to a fight with an angry person.

I almost fell for it.

I almost accepted his invitation to a duel, but then I realized I hadn't lived enough, so I just let him scold me. "

"Grom is like that, and rudeness is his weapon. Like you, Mr. Black, Grom is very good at making people hate him.

But unlike you who are just doing it for a joke or a well-planned purpose, Grom's rudeness is simply to disgust the ensuing battle. "

The old Frostwolf shaman looked very tired and said:

"Even among orcs who generally have bad tempers, the Hellscream family is the best at anger. Especially after taking the lead in drinking the demon blood, Grom's anger power has been strengthened.

In my memory, he was always angry, angry anytime and anywhere.

He sees everyone as an enemy who can be defeated, and if others don't fight, he taunts them and laughs at them until he gets a good fight.

If there are no enemies left to challenge, he will find ways to create enemies.

He regards war and fighting as pleasure, and fighting as the purpose of life and life. He lived to fight, and he was willing to die fighting. "

"Sounds like an anti-human, sociopath lunatic."

Blake rubbed his chin and said:

"Based on the last conversation I had with him, which was not long, he is indeed not a character that people like. But why is he staying in the Hinterlands?

I have been in Kul Tiras during this period and have not paid much attention to the situation in the eastern continent. Please tell me about it. "

"He's at war with the trolls, Captain.

Grom Hellscream was originally challenging famous warriors in Northern Xinjiang.

As far as we know, Marshal Garithos of Lordaeron, General Danath Trollbane of Stromgarde, and Ranger King Hawksbill of Quel'Thalas have all been defeated by him. .

Garithos was almost beheaded by him. "

Reid took the initiative to explain:

"He himself said in the letter that it was to 'test' those warriors, and he also ridiculed that the strong men of Azeroth were nothing more than this. However, because he and his clan were traveling around, they were surrounded by a large army and were forced into Sint. Orchid's Eagle's Nest in the mountains.

In order to obtain a stable base camp, after defeating the Wildhammer dwarf lord Falstad Wildhammer in a surprise attack, Grom led his Warsong clan into the Vilebranch city of Sinthalro.

The last time he sent a message was more than half a month ago.

It is said that he has breached the outer perimeter of the city and begun to march into the city. He also threatened that killing trolls is no more difficult than killing draenei.

That's a lunatic, Captain.

He has fallen into the madness of war. If he doesn't fight for a day, his whole body will feel uncomfortable. Such a person cannot cooperate, just like a mad dog who sees who bites whom.

No wonder my father and Gul'dan didn't bring him and his clan into Azeroth.

No one can control them.

They can't do it themselves. "

"Sounds like something Grom Hellscream would do."

Blake nodded, he was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly said:

"Calculate the time, it should be soon, right?"

"Yeah, almost."

Drek'Thar nodded as if he was playing a riddle.

This made Red and Maimu stare at each other, not knowing what these two guys were talking about. It was like an encrypted radio station. They knew every word, but when combined, they had no idea what they were talking about.

"Speaking of which, we have been chatting for so long, and I still don't know how you plan to bring us into the Molten Core?"

The old shaman asked:

"The road leading to that place is said to be deep in Shadowforge City. There is only an ancient altar road leading there. How should we get in?

I'm afraid the Dark Iron Emperor Thaurissan won't make things easier for us, right? "

"This is simple."

Blake snapped his fingers and said:

"Let's go in with the black iron drill. There should be enough drills in the Thorium Brotherhood that we can mobilize. Don't worry, I went there once when I was drunk last time."

The pirate pointed his thumb at himself proudly and said:

"It's no problem to get into my car. I'm an experienced driver and won't tip over."

——

At the same time, at the junction of the Searing Canyon and the Desolate Land, near the magic teleportation point set up by the Alliance at the end of the Orc War, Finna Golden Sword, who stayed here, was humming a pirate song and eating a large piece of fresh Thunder Lizard Tenderloin. The meat skewers were roasting on the campfire, and I saw a light shining not far away.

Fenner whistled, knowing that the guests were coming.

But she was not in a hurry to greet her. Instead, she took a few more pieces of meat from the corpse of the giant thunder lizard she chopped to death. Ten minutes later, when a group of people appeared at the entrance of the valley where Fenna was camping, the stupid warrior A delicious barbecue meal is ready.

She also called Prince Kael'thas, whom she knew well, and invited him to come over and taste her craftsmanship.

There are quite a few people here.

Prince Kael'thas and his beautiful attendant seemed to be in a good mood. In addition to these two elves, the always cold-faced old lich Merry Winterwind also appeared here with his deputy Khadgar. .

"Now wait here, everyone."

Fenna greeted everyone and said:

"Blake went to Blackstone Mountain to find the greenskins for reinforcements. He also said that he would get us some special transportation. This is the meeting point. We still have to wait for two important partners to arrive.

I have brought enough tents and drinking water, and there is also food here, so everyone can just help themselves without being restrained. "

It's too late to say it, but it will be soon.

Just as Fenner was chatting with the members of the expedition team who were arriving one after another, a violent wave of teleportation magic reverberated in the valley. There were several powerful mages here, and everyone responded instantly.

But when they looked up at the sky, they were shocked to find a strange aircraft accelerating twice, buzzing out of the huge portal, and making a cool Z-shape shaking in the sky.

There were two cute and cheerful girls sitting on the strange blue-painted aircraft.

"Hey, give way! His Royal Highness's dragon throne is about to land. Please stay away. My aircraft is filled with terrible weapons. I am not responsible for anyone who is injured!"

Little Xingxing yelled, grabbed the joystick, and maneuvered his "Star Throne" aircraft around the valley several times to get enough eyeballs, and then he parked it on the ground unsteadily.

This rare black technology gadget immediately attracted the attention of curious mages.

Full of energy, His Highness Xingxing jumped down from his throne, took out the key to the mechanical aircraft and pressed it without looking back.

Amidst the weird and sharp sound effects, the black-tech aircraft took off again and entered the cruise defense mode around the valley.

"Where's Blake? The second officer is back."

Little Xingxing played with her "car keys". She looked at Fenner and shouted:

"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life this time. He really should have gone to see His Highness killing everyone in Moonlight Grove. Hey, what kind of meat is this? It's so fragrant. Is it specially prepared for me?

Then I'm welcome. "

His Royal Highness Blue Dragon squatted by the bonfire, grabbed Fenner's roasted meat and started eating it without it being too hot.

Nearly an hour later, under a rumbling ground vibration, several stupid, thick black iron drilling machines drilled into the ground. As the four doors of the weird thing opened, Blake, holding a pipe in his mouth, strode out from inside. Get out.

He counted the heads, then threw a shadow summoning stone, snapped his fingers to everyone, and said:

"Click the door and pull people in."

"Let's do it!"