Shadow Trails in Azeroth

An hour later, several governors were re-invited into the room by the chief's guards.

These overseers were ready to be scolded by Chief Red, but unexpectedly, after they re-entered the room, the usually irritable chief seemed very quiet.

He sat on the throne of the warchief left by Orgrim, clasping his hands and holding up his chin.

He looked at the several governors in front of him with a calm look. The look in his eyes made the governors look at each other, and it felt like the chief in front of him suddenly changed.

It's like imitating Orgrim, but it's a pretty poor imitation.

"The Dark Iron Dwarves want to take advantage of this opportunity to oppress us, but we orcs will never surrender! We will not serve anyone."

Reid brewed his feelings for a while and said in a deep voice:

"The defense at the lower level of Blackrock Tower is too chaotic now. Veteran Jade, I appoint you as the Overseer of the lower level of Blackrock Tower and transfer all the veterans of our Blackstone clan to the upper area.

Move those Bleeding Ring orcs and Bonechewer orcs who are dissatisfied with my rule to the lower levels.

In addition, I need a messenger. As the liaison officer between me and the Dark Iron Emperor Thaurissan, I need the most loyal, brave, and wise person to hold this position.

Would any of you want to give it a try?

If the Lord can come back alive, I will appoint him as my war governor. "

Facing the chief's order, several warlords looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, the oldest warlord stood up and said to Reid:

"Great Chief, you know us! It's okay for us to go into battle and kill people, but we can't do the job of messenger. However, I do have a candidate.

There was a group of remnants of the Burning Blade clan who escaped from defeat, and they were led by a warlock named Nirru Fireblade.

Very cunning, but eloquent.

He may be qualified for the job, but he may not be willing to take the risk. "

"hehe"

Reid sneered twice and said:

"I am Warchief Red Blackhand! I want to restore the glory of the orthodox tribe! I am different from Orgrim, the loser who only starts wars. I am a reasonable person.

Go tell that Burning Blade Warlock.

I want him to be my emissary, and I will help him rebuild the Burning Blade clan.

If he doesn't want to, throw him into the lava of Black Rock Mountain!

There are only warriors and wise men in my orthodox tribe!

No need for cowards and idiots! "

"As you command, Warchief."

The old warlord's eyes lit up.

Well, this taste is just right.

This is what Red would say.

The very organized look he had just now suggested that Red might have been possessed suddenly.

"Also, our orthodox tribe is very weak now. We can no longer uphold the arrogance we had before. Our arrogance has already caused us enough suffering."

Reid maintained a certain commander's signature move and said in a deep voice again:

“From today on, the Orthodox tribes will open their arms to all the suffering compatriots who are oppressed by the Alliance. After the Alliance’s suppression of us slows down, they will immediately send people to the area around the Burning Plains.

Bring the nearby troll Burnthorn Clan, who once fought with us, into Blackrock Tower and give them territory. As a warchief, I will recognize that those who are displaced will also be members of the orthodox tribe.

And, my brothers!

This demon blood has proven that duplicitous demons and cowardly and cunning warlocks are unreliable! It’s time for us to reclaim our past beliefs and heritage.

We must regain the power of our ancestors, the power that can maintain the orthodox tribe, and the true power that belongs to us orcs! "

The Blackhand Warchief stopped posing. He stood up, recalling Orgrim's posture when he spoke, and imitated his own captain. He put his hands behind his back and tried to straighten his back.

He said to a group of governors:

"When I was a child, my brother and I, led by my father, would hunt on the land of Gorgrond. At that time, I saw our shamans summoning the power of all things on the earth.

That power is so sacred and shocking that it can be used both to attack and to heal.

But the evil and obscene Gul'dan, using his disgusting warlock magic, destroyed the true heritage of our orcs, causing us to lose the purity and nobility of our souls, and causing us to fall into the abyss of war.

If we want to get rid of weakness, we must start with a pure soul.

Go and ask, ask among our tribesmen, in every tribesman, gather together the tribesmen who were once noble shamans.

I want them to rebuild the inheritance for our orthodox tribe!

Gul'dan the talker is dead, everyone.

He was killed by my own hands, and I ended the orcs' nightmare and source of disaster.

Before Gul'dan died, he confessed to me. He cried bitterly and begged me to spare his life. I rejected him coldly, so he revealed a secret to me in order to beg for a living."

Red lowered his voice and said to the warlords:

"That bitch told me that our hometown can still be saved! In our world, the world of Draenor that raised us, the last power of the elemental spirits still remains.

As long as the elemental spirits remain, our world can be healed!

Go to Azeroth!

We orcs don't care about this ghost place. We want to go back to our hometown. We destroyed it with our own hands, but now, we have to save it with our own hands! "

Red said something so emotional that he was almost moved to the point of being so passionate that his eyes filled with tears. But when he turned around, he saw the confused looks on his subordinates' faces.

The chief suddenly felt that the feelings he had been brewing for a long time had just been fed to the dog.

"What a bunch of incompetent subordinates! Sooner or later, you will all be sent to be cannon fodder!"

The chief cursed in his mind.

He could finally feel Captain Black's usual mood.

But at any rate, everything that needs to be ordered has been done.

"Go ahead and do my bidding."

Red waved his hand tiredly and asked a group of warlords to carry out the order. He returned to the throne of the warchief of Orgrim and sighed that it was really difficult to lie to people.

He looked at the sword on his left hand and a stack of battle reports on his right hand.

It seemed like two roads were placed in front of Red Blackhand.

One is the path of a warrior who doesn't care. If you cut off all the people who cause problems, there will be no problems.

And the other one is the Chief’s Road.

He must carefully adjust the relationship, appease the minds of the tribe, and lead the tribe forward in the darkness. If he is not careful, he will fall to pieces.

At this moment, Red thought of Orgrim and his father Blackhand.

Both of them were great chiefs.

But the path chosen is completely different.

"well"

Reid hesitated for several minutes, and finally stretched out his hand, grasped the battle report in front of him, spread it out on the table, and carefully read the several suggestions the captain left for him.

This is so unlike what he would do.

But everyone grows.

He respected his father and wanted to be a warrior like his father. That had been his ideal, but now, he wanted to become a warchief like Orgrim Doomhammer.

He wants to prove that people from the Mafia family are more than just mindless tyrants.

So

Goodbye, Warrior Red.

Hello, Warchief Blackhand.

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"It's really tiring to lie to people, especially to teach a guy like Red to lie. Maybe it would be better to replace his younger brother. At least Maim can understand what I want to say."

In the dark passage at the lower level of Blackstone Tower, Blake, who had changed into Alliance Assassin leather armor, quietly pressed against the corner, avoiding groups of roaring orc remnants.

Quietly walk towards the place where the orcs keep the prisoners.

Beside him, the ghost wolf Frostclaw was following the pirate in a spirit-walking manner.

This beast learned quickly. Within a day of becoming a soul beast, it began to try to master new powers.

It tiptoed forward in the shadows, taking each step very lightly.

It's very similar to what Blake looked like when he first learned to sneak.

The group of orcs around them, whose bodies were tortured by demonic blood and whose will was destroyed by defeat, were no longer vigilant as before, and there was no way to detect this person or beast.

In the end, Black simply took out the Orb of Deception and disguised himself as an orc warlock.

Big and green.

He also pulled out a bone staff that he didn't know where it came from. He bent down and walked in the dark alley of Blackstone Tower. As he walked, he checked the current situation of his warlock profession.

The level has been stuck at 99% of the experience bar at level 30. Needless to say, there must be something like a shadow trial that needs to be done.

But from level 19 to level 30, two new talents and one skill have been added.

The talents at level 20 and 30 are "Demon Circle" and "Soul Stone Ritual", and the skill at level 25 is "Seed of Corruption".

All are very useful abilities.

"First set here as the starting point, and then set the other end of the alley as the end point. Well, it's a bit complicated."

Blake rubbed his hands in the dark alley of the Black Stone Tower, trying to use the demonic circle for the first time. Its principle is actually not difficult. Compared with the mage's teleportation technique, the warlock's short-range teleportation is crude and simple.

The pirate threw a ball of shadow energy at his feet as a mark, and then threw another ball of shadow magic towards the end of his line of sight, about thirty meters away.

According to the newly acquired knowledge in his mind, he clumsily shaped a simple mana model, then roughly injected the magic power into it, and used the shadow magic power to temporarily affect the space.

Soon, two green magic vortexes lit up on the two marks.

It's not pretty, it looks like two pairs of sunglasses.

The pirate looked left and right, then stepped into the vortex in front of him. When he got closer, he felt as if he was being sucked into a rotating drum. As the world was spinning, he emerged from another shadow vortex thirty meters away.

"This impact is terrible. If you use it continuously for a short period of time, you will definitely be made stupid by the impact."

The moment Blake landed, he felt dizzy and wanted to vomit. It was indeed a crude and simple warlock magic.

Compared to the mage's teleportation technique, the side effects of this magic shock are ridiculously large. It's like being punched hard on the mental level, making people like pirates feel a little sore in their foreheads.

Before getting familiar with this magic, it seems that the demonic circle can only be used to cross some terrain that is difficult to pass under normal circumstances.

"This thing can also be used in high-level applications. It can be made into a semi-permanent demon portal. It can be set up between different battleships to avoid having to use small boats to transport personnel."

The pirate took out a bottle of wine and poured most of it into his mouth. Only then was he temporarily freed from the mental impact caused by the demonic circle.

He tried to catch his breath.

I started to study the other two skills again.

"Seed of Corruption" is a warlock skill similar to Curse.

But what's so powerful about it is that the demonic seed implanted into the enemy's body using shadow magic will turn the enemy into a "living bomb" after it is fully activated.

When an enemy is tortured by corrosion, all life in a large area centered on him will suffer the magical impact from the burst of corrosion seeds.

It's perfect for clearing out miscellaneous soldiers.

The best thing is that this skill is not a curse. Its mana model is completely different from that of curse magic, which means that it can be used in conjunction with curse magic.

Now the pain that the stinky pirates can inflict on their enemies will be doubled again.

"There is also this 'Soul Stone Ritual', which sounds like the candy-making skill."

The pirate looked at the character card, and he soon discovered that this soul stone ritual was somewhat sophisticated. It was more like an upgraded version of the soul stone made from soul fragments that comes with the warlock profession.

It teaches pirates to process the Blank Soul Stone in different ways, crafting it into temporary magic items with different effects.

You can use Life Drain to drain the enemy's vitality, infuse it into the soul stone, and make it into a "healing stone" for restoring vitality.

You can also use fel magic to infuse the scorching fire of sacrifice into the soul stone to make a "fire stone" that can temporarily enchant weapons.

It can also focus the shadow magic in the soul stone, turning it into a "spell stone", which can absorb magic damage while strengthening your spellcasting ability.

You can also use the magician's secret method to mix soul stones with other magical materials to create various demonic items, such as hellfire stones for summoning hellfire and demon statues for doomsday rituals.

This is not so much a combat skill as it is an auxiliary manufacturing skill.

But it is indeed closely related to the combat effectiveness of the Warlock profession. A Warlock who cannot personally make these casting materials can hardly be said to be a skilled spellcaster.

"Then let's give it a try, Blake's handmade version of 'Evil Gummies', which tastes delicious."

The pirate grinned a malicious smile in the dark alley of Blackrock Tower. He glanced to the side and whistled at a few Bleeding Ring Orcs who were hiding in the corner fishing for fish.

He made another vicious and provocative gesture.

The orcs immediately stood up angrily and wanted to come over and beat up the big, green orc warlock.

The pirate hid in a dark alley.

As several orcs howled and rushed in, soon, with a few screams of pain and fist-to-flesh collisions, a faint green light shone in the alley.

This is the ritual of making "sugar".

The process is very painful. You must first extract all the vitality of these orcs and then pour them into the blank soul stones. Of course, life cannot appear out of thin air.

But for the magicians who are good at making "sugar", other people's lives are the best raw materials for making sugar.