Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Maimu, who had been evaluated by Blake as a "smart orc" a long time ago, immediately learned the fine traditions of undead pirates from his old boss after learning about Ashland's current situation.

With a false smile on his face, he turned to the first mate, second mate, third mate, boatswain and gunnery chief behind him and announced:

"You have all heard the order from Chief Black. I am the commander of the Draenor fleet, and you are all captains now. Congratulations, now go pick your own ship and crew.

I will go around the island first to see what changes need to be made to our future base camp. "

"Hey, Mim, you bilge rat, don't think about leaving us this dirty job and then running off to enjoy it yourself!"

It turned out that Maimu's blame-shifting skills were still far from catching up with Blake.

His first mate, an old orc pirate who was blind, had his hands and legs broken, but had replaced mechanical dwarf prosthetics, held his battle ax in his hand in displeasure and cursed:

"If you want to do dirty work, do it together! No one can escape. If something bad happens, we all have to bear it together! We will beat up whoever escapes!"

"Well."

Seeing the unruly old pirates surrounding him, Maimu also had a headache. He thought for a while and whispered;

"Then let's pick a boat first. This is an easy job."

"But what about these landlubbers who look like trash and soft eggs?"

His first mate spat to the side in displeasure and said:

“I saw them as they saw us when we first entered the water, the same stupidity, the same cowardice, the same patheticness, the same garbage.

It's like trying to teach a group of little sissies to fight, it's a headache. "

"Aren't there still young people?"

Maimu looked at the fifth child of the orcs, his eyes shone with a cunning and gloating light, and he said in a long voice:

"Young people should have more experience. This kind of difficult life is most suitable for young people to challenge themselves, don't you think so, guys?"

"Yes, that's it!"

"Hellscream and the Saurfang family are legendary orc families. You young people can't be afraid of difficulties."

"Yes! The Dead Eyes family is famous among us orcs for their sharp eyesight! It's no mistake to leave this job to them."

A group of old silver coin pirates suddenly started making noise.

They gathered around Maimu, and with your words, they helped the five orcs set their goals, and then they walked towards the firewood fleet belonging to him, surrounded by the newly appointed "Pirate King of Draenor" amid laughter.

"Bah, a bunch of bastards who bully the weak and fear the strong!"

Knowing that he had been cheated, Shaoxia Hou leaned on his battle ax and stared at the old pirates in front of him fiercely. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Sooner or later they will be chopped to death!"

"Think of the best, Garrosh."

Next to him, Yolin Deadeye was still wearing the robes of the Warlock School, and he said with amusement:

"We have our own ship after all, don't we? Now that we have returned to our hometown, it can be regarded as fighting for our own world. No matter how good Azeroth is, it is not home.

Get to work quickly.

I also wanted to drive my own boat back to Galadar to see Grandma Gaiaan. We were kidnapped and left so suddenly, and I don’t know how worried Grandma should be. "

"Yes, we can't let these old sea dogs underestimate us."

Sora, a female man who also came from the Saurfang family, picked up her battle ax and said in a cold tone:

"Isn't it just picking people? What's so difficult about that?"

"Sora, please stop making sarcastic remarks."

Agnar, the orc shaman with blue eyes, covered her head.

She had already been in contact with the elements of Azeroth, and now returning to Draenor, a world where elemental power was weak, made her very irritated and uncomfortable.

She whispered:

"The elements are telling me that the island in front of me has just experienced something terrible, and the captives in front of me have been frightened to death. They all have dark and despicable souls.

It's hard to pick out the right people from a bunch of rubbish. "

"cannon fodder!"

Delanoche, the calmest among the five, accurately stated the position of the group of guys in front of him. He whispered to the other four people:

"The Mag'har compatriots in Galadar are more trustworthy. They are the main force we really want to recruit. These guys are just for early use.

There is no need to be selective, as you will be eliminated sooner or later.

Before the old seals come back, we sort out the most 'useful' ones, such as cooks, blacksmiths, and other skilled guys.

They belong to us, and the rest of the lesser bastards go to them.

Anyway, it was our 'Pirate King of Draenor' who personally gave us this power, and they have nothing to say when they get a guy who is not so useful. "

"Yes, Dranoche is right."

Young Master Ho's eyes lit up. He, who had always been regarded as the leader of this small group, clapped his hands and said:

"That's it! And since we are captains, we also have the right to recruit our own crew, right? There are still some members of the Warsong clan in Draenor.

Dead Eyes, this destroyed Tanaan Jungle was once the territory of your Bloodring Clan. There should still be some of your clan members here, right? We have three days, how about you take a trip to the mainland?

Meet at the coast then.

Don’t have too many people, just enough. "

"Well, I'll leave now."

Yolin Dead Eye glanced in the direction of the distant continent. He touched his right eye and whispered:

"It just so happens that I want to go back to the Blood Ring Cave to complete my Dead Eye Ritual and see what kind of ending fate will give me."

"Want me to go with you?"

Sora carried the battle ax and said:

"You, a little warlock, may be in danger. There are many evil orcs there."

"Well."

Yolin glanced at his violent female orc companion and whispered:

"Well. Although my title as a spell caster is just that of a sorcerer apprentice, you have to know that I have been studying with Master Evil Eye for a long time.

I'm good at controlling demons and stuff.

There are few other things in this world, and there are a lot of demons to catch. I mean, I don’t mean to be provocative, but among the five of us in this world, I am the strongest one. "

After assigning the task, Yolin quickly found the Draenei garrison who was still on the island.

Although the draenei wanted to kill him, they finally looked at Black's face and lent him their spiritual dragon to use, allowing Yolin to quickly travel between Ashland and Hellfire Peninsula.

At the dock, the intense selection work began immediately.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of cold mantid warriors, the prisoners of war lined up in four lines and were sorted by the four remaining orcs.

The selection process is interesting.

"What are you good at?"

Dranosh glanced at the Khajiit in front of him.

This guy is very similar to a werewolf, with a human body and a beast head, but the Khajiit of Draenor is obviously more intimidating than the werewolf.

It's a pity that their number is too small, and breeding is difficult, so they have no standing in front of the terrifying wolves.

"I can cook, I'm the best cook in my clan!"

The Khajiit pirate who was filled with bags of various spices boasted glibly:

"I'm not bragging, I can boil out the fragrance from the dark bones of the arakkoa. If you don't mind tasting your compatriots, I can make a pot of orc skull soup for you right now.

Let me tell you the taste, it’s absolutely amazing! "

This answer almost made Dranoche shudder.

He moved his fingers on his battle ax, shook his head again, and said:

"Very good, you passed. Go and stand over there, and you are not allowed to talk about orc skull soup, otherwise I will kick you into the sea and feed the fish.

Next!

What can you do? "

The next one was the red-skinned ogre. This guy scratched his head and said naively:

"Well I'm good at eating."

"All ogres are good at eating. This is not an advantage that can keep you alive."

Delanoche rolled his eyes and said:

"Think again, I'll give you a minute."

"Uh, how long is a minute?"

The ogre asked again.

This time the young orc didn't bother to answer it. He just turned the small hourglass on the table upside down and watched the quicksand fall. Even a stupid ogre realized the seriousness of the problem.

It thought hard for more than ten seconds, and then whispered:

"Well, I know how to grind crystals! Apexis crystals. When I was a child, I served as an apprentice to the sages of Ogrila. I can grind those powerful crystals into arrowheads.

Although the sages always say that my sharpening skills are poor. "

"Oh, I didn't realize it, but he's still a craftsman."

Dranosh glanced at the stupid ogre in surprise. He nodded and asked the ogre to stand beside him.

The next person to come up was an evil orc with red eyes.

He was panting and mute, trying to scare the orc cub in front of him, and said:

"I can kill people."

"Who wouldn't?"

Dranosh rolled his eyes, made a gesture, and said to the mantid guard next to him:

"This is useless, take it out and chop it up."

A few seconds later, a bloody human head was thrown at Dranosh's feet, which greatly strengthened the young orc's intimidation and made the remaining prisoners of war immediately obedient to the point of being weak.

"Hey, you just put a piece of garbage into the trash can with your own hands. I think you should have a sense of pride in 'killing relatives for justice'. Considering his race, this sense of pride is doubled."

Words with a strong sarcasm sounded beside Dranosh.

The orc glanced to the side. Blake, who had just escaped, ran back at some point and was sitting on the stone next to him. He was holding a wine bottle in one hand and holding a battle helmet in the other hand, admiring the work of the orcs.

There was no pride shining in the pirate's eyes.

Even his words and deeds have made these five young girls and boys, who can still be called children, have the decisiveness and control they have today.

"You taught us this."

Dranosh's hidden answer was:

"Perhaps you are the one who should be proud, my dear captain."

"Actually, I think among the five of you, you are the most suitable to be the leader, you know?"

Black ignored the young orc's provocation. He took a sip of wine and whispered:

"Garrosh is too reckless and too emotional. He inherited his father's bravery and talent, and has already begun to make great achievements as a warrior, but he is best suited to be an overseer, not a leader.

Red's orthodox tribe will eventually return to this world, and you will eventually take back Draenor's ancestral land. Maybe Red can live for a long time, but he always has to consider the issue of his successor.

After what happened with Warchief Blackhand, I don't think Red will pass the position of Warchief to his son. In essence, Red was just forced into that position by me.

He was a man without great ambitions, but I forcibly instilled great ideals into him.

He is persisting, but I guess he may not be able to persist for long.

Red is also very smart.

He knows very clearly when to retreat, and he is even clumsily planning for that day to come, and by that time, it will be the time to test you young people.

Whether you want it or not.

You, Garrosh, Yorrin, Sora, Agnar, and Thrall who is far away but has an advantage over you all, who will become the next warchief?

Who will lead the tribe back home?

Where will he take the tribe?

Will the throne be stained with blood?

I'm really looking forward to it. "

The smelly pirate gave a weird smile, and after a few seconds, he whispered:

"Tell me, Dranoche, are you not at all interested in that throne?"

"Blackhand became warchief and he died."

Dranoche sneered at this and said:

"Orgrim Doomhammer became Warchief, and he died. If it weren't for your protection, Red Blackhand would have died long ago. That is not a throne at all!

That is a torture instrument that will send people to hell. Whoever likes it will be treated as such!

I just want to return to our hometown with my father, hunt with him on the grasslands of Nagrand, and see him through the last journey of his heavy life.

Looking for another lover and continuing the bloodline of the Saurfang family, there is no other luxury.

If it weren't for this damn war, I'd rather be a farmer or a swineherd. "

"Well, that's amazing."

Black let out a strange sigh. Garrosh looked at him in confusion. The stinky pirate shrugged and said:

"I just asked Garrosh, and he told me the same thing. It seems that I did change him, but I failed to change you. This really makes me feel deeply honored and disappointed at the same time.

But there are things you can't just do if you don't want to, Dranosh Saurfang.

Remember the prophecies of my prophet.

When you ascend the throne of the Great Chief, remember to send me an invitation letter."

"What did you say?"

The young orc's eyes widened and he was about to ask a question, but was kicked by Black.

The smelly pirate said coldly:

"three days left!

Remember, at dawn three days later, I want to see you all ready to sail with me to the coast of Gorgrond!

This is the first appearance of the Draenor fleet of undead pirates in this withered world.

If you ruin my grand appearance, you and all the waste in front of you will become the nourishment of the insect swarm! They never have enough food anyway!

So, let me give you a piece of advice, you'd better behave decently for me.

You have to put on a good show. "