Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Old guy, he's old at heart, he looks honest, and he's still having fun."

In the captain's cabin, Blake sat on his vulgar and luxurious golden captain's chair and complained.

He had a crystal ball in front of him that allowed him to see the scene in the ship's bathroom.

Of course this is not malicious voyeurism, but Blake wants to ensure the personal safety of the crew members on his ship. Who knows what old man Sakir will do after he has just obtained his body?

What if that abnormal brain had a sudden idea to have a massacre to celebrate his rebirth?

He was tortured by Archimonde, and his mental state was abnormal.

Next to the captain, the first parasaurus holding a magic broom was cleaning up some stains left while looking at the crystal ball.

There are no restricted scenes on it.

At least not yet.

Old man Sakir was actually carefully checking the spellcasting talents of the kidnapped elves, and casually pointed out their magic shortcomings.

It was obviously intended to be an unspoken rule, but it was just like in class.

But since Thakir chose the strange environment of the bathroom for his "class", those few unlucky elves who thought faster had actually understood what the skeleton master meant.

One of the children of the night had begun to take off his clothes.

The white-skinned elf was even more exaggerated. He seemed to be asking for advice from the master, but his wandering hand almost touched Sakir's lower body. It can only be said that these guys who are addicted to magic and crave magic mysteries really have no limit.

The two of them "teaching by words and deeds" quickly inspired the remaining idiots. Seeing that a unique "magic guidance" was about to be staged in the bathroom, Blake waved his hand and turned off the image of the crystal ball.

Before he turned it off, he saw Thaqir, who was being shouted at and swarmed, raising his middle finger in his direction.

Obviously, Blake's surveillance cannot be hidden from the perception of enlighteners like Thakir.

"Don't close it. This is where you see something interesting."

Seifer, who was behind Black, patted the captain on the shoulder with some dissatisfaction. She curled her lips and said:

"However, those elves have had a hard time. Given their level of magic, to be able to encounter the Sachiel sperm that has been suppressed for 30,000 years and accept them as apprentices is like winning a ticket to a wonderful place."

"Everyone has a personal choice. Just like you can't influence other people's stories and thoughts, just let them go."

(This paragraph has been modified. No more boxing. I just wrote a random sentence. During the Chinese New Year, everyone should be more harmonious and don’t be so excited. In addition, female boxers should not come after me. My wife and I have a very good relationship and I respect women very much. The dog’s head saves his life.)

The pirate leaned on his chair, puffed away at his pipe, put his feet on the table, and amid the smoke, he turned to Sephiel and said:

"We're almost done here, and we should prepare to set sail. Once the shieldmaidens get on the ship, we will first go to Val'sharah to pick up Little Star, and then we will sail directly to Kalimdor.

By the time I get back from this trip, the college will almost start. "

"Can't catch up."

The first deputy dragon clasped his fingers and shook his head and said:

"You also plan to go to Pandaria, which will extend the time, it will take a month or two no matter what.

However, the dean is also very interested in Pandaria, so if you can put together a set of geographical records and come back, maybe the dean will forgive you for missing the opening ceremony.

Anyway, everything has been arranged there, it doesn’t matter whether you go or not. "

"Look at what you said, I am the Grand Instructor of the Warlock School of Nathalas College! Do you understand the Gold Medal Instructor?"

The smelly pirate said dissatisfiedly:

"No one who has listened to my lectures said that my lectures were not good. If you don't believe me, just ask the Xieyan guys. Every time I take time to attend a class, they sit in on the whole thing."

"All right."

Sephiel rolled his eyes.

For a moment, I couldn't figure out whether the captain really didn't understand or was just pretending to be stupid.

She glanced out the window for a few times, then glanced at the sturdy shieldmaidens on the deck who were riding bears onto the ship. The first mate suddenly had a headache and said:

"You can't bring those bears on board! There's no room on the boat."

"Let them go downstairs."

Blake waved his hand and said:

"Xal'atath won't take it."

"But isn't she still going to lay eggs?"

Sephiel's eyes widened and he whispered:

"That's a physiological need, and there's no way to interfere with it. If you don't let her stay there, I'm afraid she'll get so angry that she burns the ship. That Void Essence is a madman and can do anything."

"She won't need it soon."

When the first parasaurus mentioned this, Black immediately became disgusted with his face.

He held his pipe in his mouth, took out a bottle of wine from his wine cabinet, said something casually, and walked out of the captain's cabin angrily. Sephiel was very suspicious that he had said the wrong thing?

Blake seemed very agitated. Did something happen to the captain?

Of course, the stinky pirate was unwilling to tell Sephiel about the uneasy agreement he had reached with Xal'atath. He had no intention of asking for trouble. As for what he would do after arriving on the continent of Kalimdor, he would take another step at a time. Bar.

Blake came to the deck leisurely and greeted the shield maidens as a master.

These power-worshiping she-wolves were all knocked down by the pirates one by one. They did not show any particular disgust towards the pirates.

But other men on the road were not so lucky.

"Get out of the way! Weak greenskin! You're blocking my bear."

The tall shieldmaiden, who was carrying a buckler, held her bear and shouted to Garrosh, who was standing on the deck with a displeased look on his face and was about to continue wiping the deck.

Young Master Ho, who was knocked down by his father's punch just now, will be unhappy now.

Seeing that the shield girl had no manners at all, the anger in her heart suddenly surged.

He threw the linen cloth he was using to wipe the deck into the bucket of dirty water, rolled up his sleeves and glared at the shield girl in front of him. The latter noticed Shao Xia Hou's anger that had nowhere to vent, and suddenly became interested.

"You want to fight me?"

The shield girl rubbed her hands, took off the round shield and battle ax from behind, looked at Shaoxia Hou's slightly immature face, shook her head and put the battle ax back, holding only the shield, she reached out and knocked on it. .

Then he raised his fingers at the orc contemptuously.

This action completely ignited Hellscream's inner anger. His eyes turned red. He grabbed the logging ax at hand and roared at the Shield Girl.

The anger was rising, although it was still a little unconsolidated.

But considering how old Shao Xia is, this is already very good.

The fight on the deck not only did not interfere with the shield girls' adaptation to their new home, but instead allowed them to quickly find a "sense of belonging". Within a minute, the fight was surrounded by shield girls watching the fun.

They cheered for Shaoxia Hou loudly.

Archfire allowed him to continue attacking his companions, and a few people with bad personalities even opened handicaps to predict how long Garrosh could last.

The drunken pirates soon joined them.

He waved several goblin gold cards and shouted loudly:

"One hundred! I bet he will be knocked down within a hundred rounds!"

"Stop looking down on others!"

The stimulated Shaoxia Hou became even more angry, and his attacks became more crazy and violent. The pirates looked happy for a while, but soon, another Goblin gold card was thrown over, and it fell into the hands of the shield girl who opened the hand.

The old orc Brox, dressed in hunter attire, waved his finger, glanced at the battlefield, and said:

"I bet he will lose in thirty moves."

"Hey, you don't have martial ethics. I don't think you would gamble like that."

The smelly pirate cursed in displeasure.

But the shield girls don't care about that, they just want to have fun.

The guy who made the opening waved his gold card and shouted loudly, which immediately attracted more shield girls to place bets. This made Shao Xiaoxiao feel an incredible sense of powerlessness in his angry heart.

Overseer Brox!

What are you doing? warlord! Shouldn't you mentally support me who is also an orc?

His surprise seemed to be felt by the old orc.

Brox turned back to Garrosh and made a "come on" gesture.

Meaning, I absolutely support you mentally, but considering that you have no chance of winning, materially I can only use your anger to make some money for my fellow orcs.

Give it a try.

Maybe the one Goblin Gold Card in your hand turns into several in the blink of an eye? It's rare for a stingy pirate to be drunk and generous today. Wouldn't he still be a human being if he didn't take the opportunity to make some money?

"Well, I have a hunch that young men like Garrosh, my Sora, and Dranosh will make rapid progress on your ship."

The old orc was still a little weak, but he looked around at the warlike shield maidens, nodded with satisfaction, and said to Black:

"They will all become good warriors, inheriting our glory and abandoning our failures. They will become the hope of the orcs and Draenor.

Blake, please teach them well. "

"That doesn't make sense."

The pirate shook his head, drank wine, and waggled his fingers and said:

"I brought them all the way from Draenor to Azeroth, not to cause trouble for myself. Now that you have seen them, please take these five rookies back quickly.

Why not teach it yourself? "

"Are you really stupid? Or are you pretending to be stupid?"

The old orc glared at the stinking pirate, and then glanced at Varok, who had a cold expression next to him and was about to draw his ax and attack him if he disagreed. He said to Black:

"Why did you bring these five children to Azeroth? Do you really think I don't understand? Blackstone Mountain is rock solid, no matter whether it is the Alliance or demons who appear in front of us.

We will hold that line of defense.

You don't have to do this. "

"Different."

The stinky pirate shook his head seriously, threw the wine bottle in his hand, and hit it at the feet of Young Hero Ho, who was knocked back by the shield girl. Broken glass flew everywhere, causing blood to flow from Young Ho's feet.

Blake cursed:

"Cheer up! You still want to be a pirate like this? What are you doing? Are you raising fish to fight fake matches? Can you be more careful? If you can't survive this, I will hang you on the mast!

You trash.

No wonder your father looks down on you, a weakling."

"ah!"

Xiaoyao, who was stabbed in the heart by the stinky pirate's precise words, broke out into the most terrifying howl since the beginning of the war. He felt that his heart was broken by this bastard, and new power seemed to be emerging from the pain.

But before he could unleash that power, he was slapped in the face by the ruthless shield girl.

The terrifying blow sent Shao Shaoxia flying out, and the surrounding shield girls immediately hissed in disappointment.

This greenskin is too weak.

Are he really the same species as those powerful greenskins who hacked Hela to death?

Oh, by the way, he's not green, he's brown. Maybe it's because this kind of green orc is inherently weaker?

"Different."

Seeing Xiaohou being knocked away by a shield, Black shook his head helplessly. He knew that he would lose today, so he casually took out a few gold cards and threw them to the old orc next to him.

He said:

"The power that warriors who have concerns and those who don't have them are absolutely different, especially those of you who are magical and cannot be compared with ordinary people.

I finally understand.

The fighting power you can unleash all depends on how high your will is. I can't physically strengthen the orcs' fighting power, so I can only start from the psychological level. "

Black looked at Brox, pointed at the other four orcs who looked worried next to him, and said softly:

"When you know that failing to stop the devil may put your children in danger caused by your failure, I believe that even a bastard like Grom Hellscream will have a 200% increase in combat effectiveness. become.

I will protect my crew, Lord Brooks. This is my duty as captain. "

The pirate coughed and said:

"But if my fleet has to join the battle against demons, then regardless of whether these five guys are ready or not, I will give them a weapon and send them to the battlefield.

Azeroth is not your homeland.

But in order for your true hometown to last forever, maybe you can also shed your blood for this world.

You did it wrong last time because no one gave you the right guidance. But this time, as a prophet, I have given you a direction. If you still make mistakes, then I really have nothing to do.

I'm not forcing you either.

I believe that you are all sensible people, and I believe that you can make the right choice. "

After saying that, Black glanced at the dragon skin luggage on Brox's waist and said to the old orc:

"Since my sister's prodigal son gave you the dragon-slaying axe, then use it well and treat it as the deposit I paid in advance. A warrior's artifact should be enough to invite a big boss like you to control the situation, right? "

"Enough is enough."

Brooks sighed and said:

"But I'm old"

"Garlic and warriors both get spicier with age."

Blake glanced at Brooks and said:

"I won't let you fight alone, so what are you afraid of? I just want you to kill a certain demon lord with an ax when necessary.

I think Archimonde or Kil'jaeden would be good.

It should be done, right? "

"maybe."

Brox glanced at Garrosh, who was completely knocked unconscious by the Shield Maiden, and said:

"Then I will sell my life to you. Tell me the truth, is there really hope for Delano?"

"I will send you back, and when the time is right, I will end the wheel of hatred once and for all."

Blake answered the question and said:

"This is my lowest price. Don't ask for more. I, a poor pirate, can't give you anything more to satisfy your big appetite."

"This is enough."

The old orc smiled, turned around and left with his younger brother. After taking a step, he turned back to the pirate and said:

"Grom asked you to take a few ships to the Hinterlands and bring the Warsong clan up to the Desolation Land. He doesn't plan to play in the eastern continent. In his words, there is nothing interesting in that weak land."

"I'll do it if he asks me to do it?"

Blake sneered and said:

"He didn't even pay the boat fare. The Hellscream family is so proud. Are they not afraid that I will arrange a shipwreck or something and send all his loyalists to feed the fish?"

"His son is on your ship, and you still ask him for shipping fare?"

Varok spat angrily and said to the smelly pirate:

"Go tell him yourself and see how he will answer you. If my son loses a hair on your boat, just be careful and I will forget it. That's it."