Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Edras Blackmoore told Black that he needed some time to think about it.

But when he answered, the veteran who had been harmed terribly by Black no longer had the previous hatred in his words, and was replaced by a touch of profound consideration.

Being able to say "consider" actually means that General Blackmore has basically accepted the "new job" assigned to him by the stinky pirates.

For a political creature like him who wanted to climb to the top, pirates ruined his past, but also gave him a new beginning. Although Alterac was barren, there was indeed a lot to do there.

Auriden Perenold was once the apprentice of General Blackmoore, and no one knew this young man better than Blackmoore.

To be honest, the general is fully confident that he can completely sideline Auriden and completely control the politics and power of the Kingdom of Alterac within a few years.

By then, he will become the "regent" of a kingdom and truly join the highest circle of human civilization!

He will become the next Lord Davar Prestor. This is an achievement that Blackmoore could not achieve even after struggling for a hundred years in the Kingdom of Stromgard!

Just thinking about this future makes His Excellency Earl "Ed Moore" breathe heavily. As for the loss of Durnholde Castle, as for the disability of his wrist.

Hey, isn't it just a hand?

Compared with the vast and bright future, it is just a left hand.

"Send him to Nanhai Town."

Blake ordered the evil eye who came over:

"There are people there who will send him to the Kingdom of Alterac, and there is no need to worry about the rest of the matter. I believe our 'Ice-Blooded' Earl is capable enough to handle the next scene.

After sending people off, you go to the coast and wait for the Nagfar to come and rendezvous. I will stay in the hills for a few more days, so I will give you a few days off.

But if you dare to cause trouble, be careful with your heads! "

"As you command, Captain!"

Evil Eye nodded and was about to take General Blackmore away, but was stopped by Black:

"You have made a great contribution this time. This is my personal reward for you. Take it back to the academy and ask the dean to make it into a talisman for you. Keep a low profile. I didn't prepare any gifts for anyone else."

The pirates threw the treated head of the Amani troll witchcraft lord to the evil eye. The orc warlock was a wise man. The moment he took this slightly barbaric emblem into his hands, he noticed the powerful energy contained in it. .

It may not be as powerful as the Skull of Gul'dan in the captain's hand, but it is mainly made into magic items and is definitely top quality.

This harvest made the warlock smile happily. If there weren't others watching, the evil eye would have knelt down to the evil and powerful captain to represent his loyalty and happiness.

"Before you leave, call Red over here."

Black gave another order, and Evil Eye responded happily, summoned a large magic bat, and flew towards the bottom of Atonement Island, carrying General Blackmoore and himself who were unable to move.

"You are indeed generous."

The old orc Brox, who witnessed all this, sighed and said:

"Especially when it comes to your own people, I have witnessed your 'persuasion skills' that can make a person who is full of hatred towards you feel grateful to you in an instant.

You are simply a devil who plays with people's hearts.

Reid is still cooperating with you. I feel despair about the future of his so-called "orthodox tribe". "

"You made three mistakes in this sentence. You are truly a rude orc."

The pirate glanced at the old warrior.

He said quietly:

"First of all, Red and I are not 'cooperating', he is working for me, his name is still in the water manual of the Nagfar, and he is the bosun on my ship.

Therefore, theoretically, the orthodox tribe in Blackstone Mountain is part of the Undead Fleet.

Secondly, I am not a devil or a demon. My inner demons have just been given up by me voluntarily due to some "special reasons". I am now a real human being, er, half-elf.

Finally, I’m not playing with people’s hearts! "

Black emphasized:

"I just caught his needs and satisfied his heart's desire. This should be called 'generosity'. If this can be considered playing with people's hearts, then the number of victims I tortured is staggering.

Such as you."

The pirate curled his lips, took out a large box from his luggage, and banged it at Brox's feet. He looked very aristocratic and made a "please" gesture to the old orc.

Brooks leaned down, roughly opened the lock of the box, and opened the black box. It was lined with luxurious purple velvet and contained three items.

A one-handed war hammer with a square head and a square head that seems to be made of stone.

A set of weather-beaten, battle-scarred, rough-forged but very strong black full-body armor, including two orc-style spiked shoulder armor.

Finally, there is a gem jar sealed with holy light, which contains the ashes of the previous Horde Warchief, Orgrim Doomhammer.

"I ransacked Dalaran's treasure house to find these three things. I know they are priceless, but I promised you after all. Keeping a promise is a virtue, so as promised, I brought them to you. "

Blake took a sip of wine and looked at Brooks who was half-kneeling in front of the box, touching the jar of ashes.

The old orc's expression was complicated.

He also felt a vaguely familiar aura, and when he raised his head, he saw the warg Frostclaw quietly appearing behind the pirate. The warg belonging to Orgrim was squatting quietly at Black's feet, looking at the orc warrior in front of him with a pair of calm and proud beast eyes.

Brox could read Frostpaw's eyes.

The beast was saying that it had fulfilled all the instructions of its old master, and that it was worthy of the glory of Orgrim. After the promise was fulfilled, it was about to begin its new life.

"Thanks."

Brooks thanked her sincerely at this moment, without any hint of sarcasm or vigilance.

“These things mean a lot to us.”

"I know, so I give them to you. Of course, when you use it again, Dalaran will definitely pursue clues about the theft of the treasure trove.

I think you should know how to respond to this question. "

The pirate moved his shoulders and said:

"Look, the deal is done. I'm not just a messy careerist who wants to see the world burn, as you said. After I get tired of doing bad things, I will occasionally do some good things.

When Red and Sal walked onto the sea cliff below, Red saw Black and immediately shook his body. The chief quickly walked to the pirate and wanted to apologize, but Black held out his hand to stop him.

He coughed and said:

"Ahem, Lord Brooks just told me that he has a gift for you, my boatswain."

"Um?"

Red, with a bruised nose and face, looked at the old orc warrior next to him suspiciously. He didn't believe that Brox would give him anything good. Ever since the two sides came into contact, the old warrior had been giving him a cold look.

Obviously, Brox, like his Varok, looked down upon Red, the self-proclaimed "chief". After all, he was the captain of the guard of Orgrim before.

To be honest, even the pirates have to admit that there is at least ten differences between Red and Orgrim. They are not leaders of the same level.

No matter what others look down on.

But this time, Brooks did not ignore Red as before. He took a deep breath and reopened the box at his feet.

Under Red's wide-eyed gaze, the old orc took out the battle-scarred black plate armor. He looked at Red, and the look in his eyes made Red panic.

After a few seconds of silence, Brox handed the black plate armor to Red with both hands.

He said:

“As a warchief, you should wear this armor.

This was forged by your father with the help of Warchief Orgrim in the volcano of our homeland. Every orc warrior knows the origin of the black plate armor and its legend.

You know the story, and now it's your turn to wear it, Blackhand Warchief. It is not only an honor, it also represents a heavy responsibility.

Don't disgrace it! "

Brox's behavior made Red's eyes widen. He looked at the black plate armor that was handed to him, then looked at Brox with a serious face, and finally looked back at his captain blankly.

Blake kicked him in anger because of his silly attitude, which woke up Red.

The latter rubbed his head and took off his domineering black iron armor without hesitation in front of Blake, Brox and Thrall.

He stripped himself down to his inner clothes, took the plate armor in front of him that looked old but was actually tough, and was blessed by shaman spells, and put it on himself.

This set of armor is not as cool as Red's black iron armor at all, but for an orc, the meaning of being able to wear it can no longer be described simply by its appearance.

"I will lead the orthodox tribe well."'

Red held the spiked fist armor and beat it hard on his chest. Finally, feeling proud, he straightened his back, imitated the postures of his father and Orgrim in his memory, and spoke to Brox and Sasha in a deep voice. I said:

"I will lead the orcs to prosperity. This is my promise and my oath. If I can't do it, you are welcome to chop me down with your own hands!

We will take the seriously injured Chief Fenris back to Blackrock Tower and wait for him to wake up. After the Frostwolf clan comes to Blackrock Tower, I will establish a council of chiefs in the tribe. I will not be as dictatorial as Orgrim!

And you, come here, boy from the Frostwolf clan. "

Under the signal from Black's eyes, Red bent down and packed up his fine black iron armor, and called Thrall over.

He used a hypocritical and disgusting elder tone, just like Brox gave him the armor just now, and handed this fine armor that he had spent a lot of money to build in Shadowforge City to Thrall with both hands.

He said very hypocritically:

"You grew up with humans and don't understand the traditions of orcs. To us, armor and weapons are the best gifts a young orc can get when he reaches adulthood, representing the blessings of bravery and protection.

Now, I give you this fine set of armor, Go'el.

From now on, you are also a member of the orthodox tribe.

I.

At least I admit that you are an orc.

As for the acceptance and respect of others, you have to earn it with your hands and brain. "

Sal hesitated.

He glanced at Brooks, who nodded at him.

So like Red just now, Thrall also put on the heavy armor in front of the three people. Red's armor was a bit big and heavy for him.

But it doesn't matter, he can bear the weight.

"and this."

Brox took out the Doomhammer from the box, and Red looked at it with greed.

Xin thought that Brox was cunning, so he blocked his mouth with black plate armor, and there was nothing he could do to stop Thrall from inheriting Orgrim's weapon.

But he knew that he was destined not to get the legendary weapon.

But it doesn't matter, he has recovered the family's war hammer. The chief of the Blackstone clan should use the black hand!

"This warhammer was also forged in the magma of the world of Draenor by Warchief Orgrim and Warchief Blackhand. It means far more than you can imagine."

Brox lifted the Doomhammer, but did not hand it to Thrall immediately.

He looked at the young orc, shook his head and said:

"You are not qualified to take it now! I will keep it for you until you find the goal and path in your heart."

"What a stingy person."

Blake curled his lips, tilted his head, casually took out a heavy double-edged battle ax from his bag, and threw it at Thrall's feet.

He put his hands on his hips and said:

"You recognize me, right? Sal, you know who I am, and you should still remember the scene of our first meeting. My chief maid, your 'sister' Taresha Foxton, has Lived a peaceful life in a distant place.

She is thinking about you, but she can't see you now. Maybe you can take the initiative to see her in your future travels. As long as you can find us, I will never stop you.

Think of this battle ax as Taretha's parting gift to you.

Of course, accepting it means trouble.

As the inherited weapon of the Troll Slayer family, if you hold this battle ax named 'Tolbane', it means that you have entered the field of vision of Danath Trollbane.

That general is not easy to deal with.

So, you can choose to refuse, and I won’t despise you for it. "

"I may have been raised by humans, but I don't lack the courage of an orc."

Under the gazes of the three people, Thrall leaned down and lifted the heavy double-edged battle axe. He grabbed the weapon and wore armor, finally looking like a qualified orc warrior.

Under the different gazes of Brox and Red, the young orc faced the sea and said:

"I don't want to hide it. I'm very confused now. It's hard for me to accept the changes in my life. I don't know how to be an orc, and I also know that I can't become a human.

I'm like a monster between two races. I don't know much. I haven't even left Durnholde Castle. I've only seen the world in books.

I can't give you an answer right away.

I thought that maybe after meeting my people, I should start a journey around the world, and maybe I could find the path I should take.

But no matter what the outcome is, when you need me, I will definitely come back and stay with my people. "

"Before you travel to Azeroth, you should probably go to our hometown to take a look. Your ancestors, that is, us, made a mess there, but I think there may be something hidden under the world of death. hope."

Brooks said to Sal:

“The path of life does not appear or disappear from thin air, learn from our lessons and draw strength from our failures, Sal.

I look forward to seeing your transformation. "

"Yeah, I will."

Sal nodded seriously and made his promise.

But Blake didn't care about him anymore.

The pirate only cared about one last thing before leaving here. He looked at Brooks and said:

"Where is your warrior Rexxar? Why didn't I see him? I still have some hunting questions that I want to ask him about. I came here specifically for this."

"Uh, Lexa left."

Brooks looked at him strangely and said:

"If a hunter like him doesn't want to be found, no one can find him. If you really want to ask him for advice, you have to find him on your own.

I think this shouldn’t be difficult for a ‘big shot’ like you, right? "