Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1318 68. The decisive battle at the top of Draenor--asking for monthly votes【23】

"What exactly did you do in the Arak Peaks? Why has this unpleasant smile been on your face since you came back?"

Two days later, in a camp near the coast in Shadowmoon Valley, Maiev, who was polishing her weapons, glanced at the smelly pirate sitting not far away from her, smiling with an amused smile.

She said in a bad tone:

"Get out of here if you show that annoying smile again. It makes me feel uncomfortable all over, as if something dirty has happened to you."

"Yeah, it's a very dirty and obscene thing."

The smelly pirate snorted, picked up his pipe and glanced at Maiev, who had taken back his armor and weapons, and said:

"Are you ready to fight after you have recovered? Don't be brave, my Lord Warden, I don't want to perform another trick of saving your life among the demons.

That life was too tiring.

And the pay is really mediocre to be honest. "

"Um?"

These disgusting words made Maiev raise her eyebrows. She raised the polished source matter thorn blade in her hand and looked at her face reflected on the snow-white blade.

she says:

"You're really good at making people hate you, pirate. Watch your head when you sleep tonight."

"Compared with my head, I think I should be more careful about other places."

Blake told an obscene pirate joke, but with a sudden sound, the cold sharp blade passed through his neck, and it was natural that he was completely cut off.

This action represented the warden's displeasure, and also caused the pirate to temporarily shut up.

"Captain! Come and see our newly recruited crew members! You will definitely be satisfied!"

A few minutes later, the pirate king of Draenor, Maimu, suddenly appeared and saved Black, who was embarrassed and targeted by Maiev with murderous intent. The stinky pirate laughed and stood up to greet him.

The captain's enthusiastic attitude made Mai Mu, who came to announce the good news, a little stunned.

"So, Grandma Gaiaan finally agreed to your recruitment of Mag'har orcs?"

Blake looked at the new armor on Maim, then rubbed his chin and said:

"This set of clan armor with such a primitive style should be the hunting armor of the Mag'har orcs, right? They gave this to you. It seems that you are already a distinguished guest of Galadar."

"It's not just me, Captain, every orc captain on every ship we have has a way of doing it."

Maimu was also very happy to caress the clan armor on his body made of leather, bones and polished metal, especially the orc war helmet decorated with the horns of a clefthoof cow that he held in his arms.

Although the protective power of this armor is not as powerful as the plate armor made by the Dark Iron Dwarves, it is lighter with elemental magic attached and can also give the wearer elemental blessings in battle.

The most important thing is that Galadar's clan armor has always been awarded only to those true orc warriors. The greatest significance of this armor does not lie in its practicality.

But it lies in its symbolic meaning.

This is the last pure-blooded orc clan that has been carefully preserved, and it is the most orthodox "proof of glory" of the orc civilization.

When Maim got it, it meant that the Mag'har orcs had finally joined the orthodox tribe established and commanded by Chief Red Blackhand. The addition of this clan made Chief Red's legitimacy instantly increase by 10,000!

Now, Red can finally proudly claim that he is the common chief of all orcs, and no one dares to stand up and refute him.

"Let's go and see our new cannon fodder, no, new crew!"

Blake patted the clan armor on Maimu and thought it was pretty good. He was thinking about getting one for himself to collect?

He held the pipe in his mouth and waved his hand, then chatted and laughed with Maimu and headed to the small dock on the coastline, where he was preparing to review his new fleet.

As soon as Blake left, a "new guest" was immediately welcomed into Maiev's camp.

"Ahem"

Wearing "new clothes", Xal'atath walked into the camp barefoot with arrogant and elegant steps. Her arrival immediately made Maiev, who had just put on the Warden armor, turn around and raise her weapon.

As a result, she saw the other party's appearance and body clearly, and the warden lady was also stunned for a moment.

"Azshara?"

Maiev exclaimed.

Not only did the woman in front of her have the same body shape and appearance as the "Light of Light" in her memory, she even performed the elf queen's unique supreme arrogance extremely superbly.

As a Warden, Maiev knew that it was not difficult to simulate Azshara's peerless appearance and body.

With the blessing of magic, any spellcaster who is good at illusion can do this. But the most difficult thing about imitating the Elf Queen is not the appearance, but the momentum!

Azshara's arrogance is different from other people's arrogance.

The arrogance of others is acquired, but the arrogance of the Light of Light is more like the aura of a destined superior, a being who is born to rule. That is the essence that cannot be imitated at all.

To give a less appropriate example, in a distant pirate world, there is an innate "overlord" power that cannot be mastered through acquired training.

Well, if this statement is extended, then Queen Azshara undoubtedly possesses the most advanced "overlord aura" among the stars, making it difficult for mortals to even look up to her.

But now, the arrogance and arrogance that radiates from Xal'atath, who is arrogant to all things, is not exactly the same as the aura of Azshara that Maiev remembers, which makes people uncomfortable, but makes people unable to help but surrender.

It can only be said to be a perfect reproduction.

"You! How did you get it?"

Maiev quickly recognized Xal'atath.

But she was still wondering why Xal'atath had changed so much, until she noticed the small void flame phoenix surrounding the shoulders of the proud dark essence in front of her, and she immediately understood.

"Ah, I see. It turns out you did this in the Arak Peaks. Poor Ansu was sold by you and he helped you count the money."

Maiev sneered and looked up and down at Xal'atath, who was holding her arms in front of her and making a very "green tea" pose. She said in an indifferent tone unique to the Warden of the Watchers:

"What a despicable pirate and equally despicable dark essence, using such evil tricks to seek pleasure, pathetic! What do you want to do here?

Provocative? "

"It's not a provocation, it's a declaration of war! Maiev Shadowsong!"

Xal'atath raised his eyebrows, smiled arrogantly, and said proudly:

"Your recent intimacy with my little master has made me intolerable, and your insatiable greed makes me even more disgusted. You think you have a bond with Blake that no one else can achieve, so you act recklessly.

But I will use actual actions to prove that the relationship between you and him is not a big deal. I will use irrefutable facts to crush your fragile self-esteem.

With this god-given body and my supreme love for my little master, and in the name of Black Shaw's ownership, let's start a war!

Do you dare to challenge? Maiev. "

"You are so boring, Xal'atath.

I don’t know what happened to you to make you, a dark essence who once hid in the shadows of history and tried to pollute and destroy the world, become a woman dependent on men, and you are so proud of it.”

Maiev shook her head, turned around and continued to organize her weapons.

She said without looking back:

"But I have indeed felt sad for you, my sister. Although you have the same appearance and momentum as Azshara, I have not seen a powerful woman starting a war.

All I saw was a voluntarily put on a leash barking at me. "

"Whatever you say."

Xal'atath would not get angry because of such a little ridicule.

She flicked her fingers in an elegant gesture and sneered at Maiev:

"My dog ​​leash may be around my neck, but your collar is in my heart. Do you want me to retell your ugly behavior that night? While indulging in indulgence, I confessed and prayed to the moon god.

Tsk tsk, do all men like pure-looking women like you? I really can't compare to you in this aspect.

But don't think you're a sure winner.

Maiev.

Did you feel it?

There will always be a place in Blake's heart that belongs to me, and another that belongs to Sephiel, and only a little bit belongs to you. "

She made a "little" gesture, which might cost Xal'atath a market in a certain country, but apparently, the Dark Essence didn't care.

"That's now."

Maiev picked up an emerald green dagger and inserted it into the weapon slot on her waist. She whispered:

"I will let him indulge, because I know that at some point in the future or in the past, his heart will belong completely to me. I will not start this boring war with you, Xal'atath.

After all, there is nothing challenging about fighting a winning war.

Go ahead and go back to him.

Dedicate your evil and darkness to him. That is something I cannot do but you can do. Be careful to grasp your advantages, my sister. "

"you!"

Seeing Maiev being so arrogant, Xal'atath undoubtedly felt provoked, but she quickly calmed down, sneered and turned away.

She didn't know where Maiev's confidence came from, but she obviously didn't think Maiev could succeed.

After Xal'atath's provocation failed, Maiev shook her head, feeling deeply that Blake was surrounded by a group of mentally ill children.

She quickly put on all her sidearms and packed up all the long skirts and clothes she had worn during this period. It was time to return to the battlefield as a warrior.

But when packing her things, Maiev saw the gemstone ring that had no magical properties and was just a pure and beautiful gemstone.

She hesitated, looked around, picked it up and put it on the necklace around her neck like a thief, and hid it in her armor.

After all, it was the first thing Blake gave her in this era.

——

On the other side, the stinky pirate stood on the rocks on the Fel Coast of Shadowmoon Valley, looking at the dozen ships sailing outside the sea in front of him. These were all members of the Draenor fleet under Maimu.

Compared with the size of the undead fleet in Azeroth, it is really shabby, but considering the situation in the small world of Draenor, it is already very good to have such a force.

And, most importantly, the decks of those poor firewood boats were stained with burly and excited Mag'har-spirited lads.

The word "Mag'har" means "pure" in the orc language, so the Mag'har orcs are orthodox brown-skinned orcs who have never been contaminated by evil energy.

Although they are not as powerful as the green-skinned orcs in terms of size, the advantage of the Mag'har orcs is that they have not drank the demon blood, so they will not be affected by evil energy and are not affected by the demon blood. They can maintain absolute combat effectiveness.

How scary a group of good and rational warriors can be. Just look at the reputation that the idiot Fenner has gained. Although Fenner is not very smart, she is really very representative in the field of warriors.

She is a truly good warrior, even Grom has to admit that.

The addition of this group of Mag'har spirited boys suddenly increased the strength of Maimu's fleet several times.

In addition, the old members of the Blackstone Fleet that entered Draenor from Azeroth have joined the new fleet to take command and command, making Maimu, the Pirate King of Draenor, more and more worthy of his name.

After this battle, he will definitely become a famous hero in his hometown.

"Not bad, that's what I want!"

Black was also very satisfied with the scene in front of him, especially the roaring will of those brown-skinned young men to fight, which particularly pleased the pirate.

This also made Maimu look proud,

He finally established his presence in front of the captain. If the current situation continues, he will definitely become the pirate governor of the Undead Fleet in Draenor.

For a native orc, nothing is more satisfying than this future. Although the ocean of Draenor is far less lively than Azeroth, what can I say?

No matter how prosperous Azeroth is, it is still a foreign place, and no matter how miserable our family is, it is still home.

The dog doesn't mind the family's poverty.

Could it be that he, Maimu Blackhand, a legendary warrior and great pirate, is not as good as a dog?

He is now full of ambitions. He wants to repeat what Black, the best teacher, did in Azeroth in Draenor. He also wants to personally lead the pirates in the world of Draenor to rise and start an orc version. "The Age of Great Pirates"!

"When the war starts in a few days, remember to let the boys fight on the flanks and don't rush into the frontal battlefield recklessly."

Black held his pipe in his mouth and puffed out smoke rings, and said to Maim:

"That's not the fighting style of our pirates. Besides, the centaurs and boars your brother spent a lot of money to win are already in place. They are the cannon fodder that will focus on the frontal battlefield.

We've all paid, so don't take other people's jobs. "

"I understand, Captain."

Maimu pushed up his pirate hat and said:

“These Maghan boys are brave, but inexperienced, and are typical young people. This stop is for them to eat meat and gain some insights.

But my eldest brother seems to be a little over the top."

Maimu complained:

"He may have overdone his bragging when he gave a speech in Galadar. Now he is riding a tiger and is unable to dismount. He wants to personally command Kor'kron and sit in the middle of the battlefield. I can't persuade him no matter how hard he tries.

But it’s just his fat body.”

Maim twitched her mouth and said;

"I'm afraid that he will be chopped down by the devil as soon as he meets me. This would be embarrassing. Why don't you go and try to persuade him?"

"No need to persuade, Red is going to do something big, and I, the captain, must give my full support."

Blake laughed and said:

"Don't worry, I've arranged everything."

While the two were talking, a huge roar exploded in Shadowmoon Valley behind them.

Blake looked back and saw the Exodar, the iconic gemstone ship of the Draenei, emerging from space and slowly landing in the mountains where the Shadowmoon Clan was located.

"Well, it seems Viren has made a decision."

Blake blew out a smoke ring and glanced at the gloomy evil sky above his head. He said:

"Go, Maim, and get the boys ready, the fun is coming in Draenor."