Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1249 345. The good brother of fifty yuan should come more - monthly ticket plus update [1425]

   "You've been a warchief for so long, so you don't have any experience?"

   In the iconic chiefs hall in Blackrock Tower, the four braziers in the corners are still burning. This thing is standard for orcs, and greenskins actually hate the cold.

   Of course, except for the Frostwolf Orcs.

   In the closed hall, Black sat on Red's Great Chief's throne with a headache, while Great Chief Red was driving his plump body with a low eyebrows and pouring wine for the captain himself.

  Looking at the look of joy on his face, it was as if Blake was coming, and everything that was giving him headaches could be solved.

   This kind of open-minded attitude makes the smelly pirate very uncomfortable.

   He used to take advantage of others in the past. How could he come to Reid as if he was working for this tired chieftain?

   "Look at what you said, Captain, I am also a person, how can I have no experience at all?"

  Red didn't care about Blake's attitude. He poured the wine and said:

   "I don't have a good relationship with the Dark Iron Dwarves. Thanks to my efforts, Stormwind Kingdom's army in Redridge Mountain did not enter the Burning Plains, and the Bronzebeard Dwarves stopped in the barren land.

   I really can't be as aggressive as Orgrim, but I can hold on.

   This is what you taught me.

  Look how well I learn? "

   "Well, I did learn very well."

  Blake glanced at the Red room behind the chief's hall in a speechless manner. Although the door was closed, he could still feel that two female orcs were cleaning.

   And there seems to be new life in the belly of the two female orcs.

   It seems that Reid, the Great Chief, is really busy.

   While dealing with tribal affairs, it is also necessary to strengthen the blood lineage of the Black Hand family. No wonder Maim kept saying that his brother was working hard after returning from visiting relatives in Black Rock Mountain some time ago.

   After a long time of trouble, is it actually such "hard work"?

"Brothers Drek'Thar and Saurfang haven't overthrown you from the throne of the warchief, this is really a strange thing, how on earth can they tolerate you, a greedy and lustful, warchief without any dignity asshole?

  Teach me the wisdom of green skin like this. I also really want to learn from you to be the master of the hands. I don’t have to worry about anything, and things can be done naturally.

   is simply amazing. "

  The pirate raised his glass and asked Reid a question.

  The Great Chief also picked up his overly large wine glass made from the skull of a dark iron dwarf, and after clinking glasses with Blake, he drank the icy wine.

   wiped his mouth after moaning happily, then rubbed his chin and said:

   "Probably because I'm the only one who can feed the Orcs of the Orthodox tribe? Only I have enough money to pay the soldiers, and I have the means to buy enough weapons and armor from the dark iron dwarves and goblins?

   The business, trade and grain trade of the entire orthodox tribe are in my hands, and the Burning Plains cannot grow grain. Without me, they would be hungry.

   In order to fill their stomachs, no matter how unwilling they are, they can only choose the traditional way of 'borrowing food'.

   But when everyone has enough to eat, no one wants to fight.

  If a leader can't even feed the soldiers, why should the soldiers overthrow an 'incompetent' who can let them eat meat twice a week and drink every day? "

  Reid laughed, spread his hands, and said to Black:

   "Captain, this is what you taught me last time, and I have always kept it in my mind. But now the situation is beyond my control, and Draenor can't ignore it.

   After all, I have always told my soldiers that the orthodox tribes do not care about Azeroth, and sooner or later we will return to our homeland with dignity.

   Even the hard workers of the orthodox tribe have already memorized these words by heart. If I choose to turn a blind eye to Draenor's call for help at this time, the soldiers will doubt my leadership.

   Brothers Drek'Thar and Saurfang couldn't come up with a good solution either. Eitrigg told me that no matter what the cost, to maintain the unity of the orthodox tribe, we had to bite the bullet.

   I also have a headache. "

   The Great Chief panted, pulled over a chair, and put his "burly" body on the small chair, making the wooden chair make an overwhelmed sound.

   He sighed and said:

   "My family knows their own affairs. Although the orthodox tribes seem to be strong now, they are just pretentious. The shamans have worked very hard, but the demon blood matter has not been able to eliminate the impact so far.

  We have only been able to get enough food in recent months, and population reproduction is not so easy. The ratio of males to females in the orthodox tribe is exaggerated 12:1!

  Those full-fledged **** are fighting over women every day, I'm going to have a headache!

  My tribe has only just recovered a little bit, we can't support the bottomless pit of Draenor.

   Fortunately, Ner'zhul also knew the situation on my side, so he only wanted food and supplies, and did not ask for soldiers. This time, it was Eitrigg's suggestion to catch the ogre and send it back.

  My Overseer thinks we have to do enough, even if we make a gesture.

   It turns out that Eitrigg does have two brushes. After the news spread, the warriors in the tribe were very enthusiastic to participate, and they also wanted to do something for their homeland. "

   "But how many ogres are there?"

  Black shook his head and said:

   "You capture all the ogres from these three areas, and even the Redridge Mountains and Duskwood, and you can't get a legion together. With such a small number of people in Draenor, where the demons have fully invaded, you can't even turn a splash."

   "Who said no?"

  Reid was also at a loss, he said:

   "I've started to buy slaves from the Dark Iron Dwarves, but those **** actually raised the price while taking advantage of the situation. It's strange to say that, the Dark Iron Dwarves have been doing very well recently. How can I say it?

   is not the same as before. "

   The Great Chief grabbed his own braids and said to his captain in a suspicious tone:

   "Their emperor no longer refuses to make deals with us, and the armor and weapons that he refused to sell have also begun to be sold. Although the price is high, we can bear it.

   After all, dwarves' stuff is notoriously good quality.

   But at the same time that they started selling weapons, they weakened the slave trade.

   Those black iron pariahs were ignored at first, but now it is said that their emperor also started to give the pariah a way, allowing them to form an army or something, which doubled the number of the black iron army at once.

   And those pariahs fought extremely bravely in order to gain their status. Not long ago, they simply and swiftly overcame a group of ogres who had seized the mines with them. This victory gave Thaurissen more confidence to speak.

   I don't think that's what Thaurisson's burnt stone head could have come up with.

  Captain, I am very suspicious now that the Dark Iron dwarves have found a very powerful think tank for themselves, just like me. "

   "Well, Thaurissan didn't just find himself a think tank."

  Black grinned and said mysteriously:

   "It seems that the news of Emperor Hei Tie's wedding will come soon, so remember to bring gifts. According to their current situation, the hostility between you and Hei Tie may end soon.

   Maybe they will take the initiative to initiate an alliance request with you.

However, let's not talk about the dark iron dwarves for the time being. Let's continue to talk about Draenor, where Ner'zhul is doing great things. Although I don't know the current situation very well, I guess the elemental spirit of Draenor has been released. ? "

"not yet."

  Reid lowered his voice and whispered:

   "Ner'zhul sent me a letter saying that he planned to set up a trap to defeat the demons that invaded Shadowmoon Valley at one time while releasing the spirit of the elements.

   Brother Saurfang brought the Kor'kron Guards back to Draenor this time to cooperate with his battle. "

   "Is that so?"

  Black frowned slightly and said:

   "This is very risky. If Lukenson, the Lord of Fire, is controlled by the devil in the opposite direction, Shadowmoon Valley will be finished. This old guy is really a sign of being a little crazy."

"I don't know what he's doing either, but Drek'Thar says it's a 'great sacrifice' and those shamans are always mysterious and reluctant to talk about it, it's really annoying ."

  Reid snorted unhappily.

   He looked at Black again and talked about the topic just now, but this time, Reid was much more cautious, and he whispered his true thoughts:

   "Captain, I've been thinking about whether I can use your personal connections and release the large and small orc shelters on the Eastern Continent."

"Um?"

  Black looked at Reid in surprise, he felt that this was not an idea that Reid could come up with.

   he asked:

   "What are you going to do?"

   "My compatriots stay with humans as prisoners. I also know that Gilneas has always been in trouble with other kingdoms because of the huge cost of maintaining the shelter."

  Reid blinked and said:

   "Those orcs who suffer from demon blood can't do anything, and they have to be kept by humans for nothing, why? Let them all out, I will take them in in the name of the orthodox tribe, and then send them all back to Draenor.

  I know that human beings will definitely not be able to trust my guarantee, so I need a person in each kingdom who can speak to all major forces to vouch for me.

   I can even allow humans to send observers over to oversee the process.

   I just thought, instead of wasting their lives in Azeroth, a world that didn't welcome us, my fellow citizens might as well go home and contribute to their homeland.

   In this way, humans can solve a big problem, and Ner'zhul's side will also reduce a lot of pressure. "

   "Good idea, but have you considered Demon Blood?"

  Black stared at Red, he asked seriously:

   "The orcs suffering from demon blood are basically equivalent to waste, let alone fighting, even living with dignity is an extravagant hope.

  You sending them back will only increase the burden on the Draenor Alliance. Unless, you already have a terrible plan in mind.

  Tell me, Red, how are you going to turn them back into warriors? "

  The Great Chief looked left and right, and after confirming that no one was eavesdropping, he picked up the dry wine glass in front of him and made a "drinking" gesture in front of Blake.

   he whispered:

   "I know it's horrible to do this, and I know that if I do it, I'll be spurned by a lot of people, but Draenor needs them to be brave again.

   Fighting demons with their power may be their glorious path to liberation from themselves. "

"No way."

The    pirate showed an expression of "the orc's thinking is true", he shook his hand and said:

   "You will only give the demons an extra army of servants, not every orc can withstand the erosion of the demon blood like the madmen of the Warsong clan.

  The corruption of Fel Energy is not as thorough as the Void, but it is very rude and effective. Once contaminated a second time, no matter how powerful orcs are, they will be finished. "

   "Then what else can we do?"

  Reid spread his hands helplessly and said:

   "This is the best way I can think of."

"Hey, I said you are stupid, you can think of reuniting the tribe, say you are smart, and your eyes have always only stayed on the orcs. With so many races in Azeroth, can't you look farther? "

  Black sighed, feeling sorry for Red's eccentric IQ.

   Under the gaze of the aggrieved Great Chief who was complained about, the pirate took something out of his arms, slapped it on the table, and pushed it in front of Reid.

   That is a very simple and beautiful emblem.

   It's full of a savage beauty, like a mix of bone and some kind of gem.

   "This thing is called the Mark of the Chosen One, and it was given to me by the Centaur Court of Desolace to thank me for my contribution to the centaur civilization."

  The pirate took out a bottle of Winterspring Firewine from his suitcase, bit the stopper, took a sip into his mouth, and said to Red:

   "Holding it is equivalent to me personally going to the barbarian rulers who are being educated. The combat effectiveness of the centaurs, a natural mercenary civilization, has been perfectly demonstrated in the just-concluded Pandaria War.

   Even the peaceful panda people are full of praise for these savage and warlike warriors who are not afraid of life and death. The best thing is that the centaurs have long suffered from the pressure of overpopulation.

   With just a little food and supplies, you can hire enough mercenaries from the Centaur Royal Court who are willing to fight for you.

   This is also the advice that my political advisor sent to them for their future development.

  The centaur civilization will be famous for sending first-class mercenaries to any battlefield in the world in the future, but they need a fierce war to make their name and fame.

   Well, you too have a war to fight, and you suffer from not enough fighters. "

  Black licked his lips and said to Red, whose eyes were shining:

   "If this cheap and easy-to-use fifty-dollar good brother is used incorrectly, it will be a loss for both parties. And there is another civilization in Kalimdor facing the same problem.

   The barren boars are worse off than centaurs, and they are more productive than centaurs.

do you understand me? "

"understood!"

  Reid rubbed his hands together, picked up the Chosen Mark in front of him, and hung it around his neck.

   He patted his huge belly and said to the pirate:

   "In order to show my great care and dedication to my hometown, I will personally go to Desolace to select brave warriors for my hometown and my people."

   "That's right."

  Blake laughed, got up and was about to leave, but was stopped by Ledra.

  The Great Chief rubbed his hands in embarrassment and said:

   "That. The money from the orthodox tribe has been used to buy food from the pandaren. Maim's funds for this month have not been sent. I'm a little tight, Captain.

   Could you lend me some first?

  As long as I have enough money, I will pay it back immediately, I promise!

  You know me, my reputation has always been excellent in this regard!

  When I was playing cards on the ship, I lost money, and I paid it back with interest as soon as my salary arrived. Who doesn’t know that I, Reid, have the best character in the whole Nagfar. "

"what?"

  Blake blinked and said:

   "Are you sure you want to borrow money from me? This is the first time I have encountered someone who took the initiative to send it to me to be slaughtered. Are you not afraid that your tribe will go bankrupt because of a terrible loan?

  嘁, besides, I don't have any money for you, so I have a lot of money to spend.

  Send someone to Gadgetzan, find an organization called the Yulian Gang, and say that I introduced you there. For my sake, Mrs. Guo Su will give you a very good discount.

   Still want to cut my wool?

   you sly fat red

  I owe you a beating! "

   (end of this chapter)