Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1251 1. The First Principle of Draenor Survival: Red Orcs Are Big Bad Guys - Monthly Pass Plus Update [1625]

   "Damn it! What a **** place! I'd rather spend a year in the Dread Wastes with a mad mantid than an extra day in this **** place!"

  After walking for less than ten minutes, he was attacked for the fourth time by a group of hellhounds who appeared out of nowhere, and the embarrassed lorewalker Zhou Zhuo threw his pen angrily.

   It doesn't work if you don't fall.

  Although the group of hellhounds who didn't know how to live were dashed over by the demon hunters with shining eyes, they were divided, but Zhou Zhuo's favorite pen was damaged by the "saliva" that the bad guy vomited before he died.

   is simply too bad.

  Everything is so bad.

The Lorewalker, who was looking forward to a fantasy epic that no pandaren had ever completed before stepping into the Dark Portal, at this moment can't wait to find a time machine in the surrounding garbage and send himself back to the one he did a few days ago. Decision night.

   He felt that he must have been drinking too much at the time, and then agreed to Blake to follow him on an expedition to Draenor.

   Heck!

   If he had known that this was such a crappy place, he should have agreed to Old Brian's invitation and followed him to the underground ruins called Uldaman.

   Maybe there will be surprising discoveries there.

   "Look at that weak chicken pandaren. A group of hellhounds scared him. If you see the magic mecha for a while, you won't be stunned by fright?"

   The hateful sarcastic words coming from behind made Zhou Zhuo want to slap himself again.

   To be able to make pandas who have always been mild-mannered like this, the person who speaks must be Lord Black Shaw who hates ghosts.

  Compared to Zhou Zhuo's embarrassment, the stinky pirate will be in quite good spirits.

   even a little excited.

   He rode behind the big horns and looked at the red wasteland in front of him with a nostalgic look.

   The anxiety that came from the ground refreshed him, the smell of sulphur in the air refreshed him, and the various demons that appeared from nowhere to devour his head from time to time made the smelly pirate feel relaxed.

   That's right, that's it!

   A dying world full of chaos, war, and death, that's how it should be!

   But the barren scene in front of him was slightly different from the Hellfire Peninsula in Blake's memory.

   First of all, due to lack of time and Ner'zhul's repeated horizontal jumps, Draenor hasn't exploded yet.

   Therefore, although Hellfire Peninsula is as desolate and abominable as the pirates remember, at least the earth is still intact, and Blake can even see the sea full of fel pollution in the distance from here.

   That dark green sea is called the Zangar Sea, the name the Draenor people call their sea.

  Secondly, because the world has not been blown up, there is still weak but regular magic power in the underground of Hellfire Peninsula.

   There is no magic net like Coldarra in this small world, so there are not too many magic nodes in this world, and the dying of the world makes the magic power out of control, causing the spellcasters to cast spells here. The destructive power will be stronger.

   Correspondingly, the mana consumption will be greater.

  Black likes this kind of place. For example, he likes the feeling that he just threw a cataclysm and threw an entire small demon casting camp and hundreds of demons into the void.

   This makes him feel like he has a huge advantage!

   In the end, it was because the world did not explode. Although the Hellfire Peninsula in front of him was really a damned place, Blake, a hunter, could still feel a slight inaudible vitality from under this scorched earth.

   This made him confirm what he had been thinking all along.

  As long as Draenor doesn't experience a catastrophic explosion, there is still hope for a world that has been repeatedly poisoned by various forces.

   Well, after all, it is a world that Lord Aggramar has personally noticed, and the vitality of the world of Draenor is not as fragile as it seems.

   "Hey, how are you feeling?"

  The pirate rode on his bear, turned his head and shouted to the surrounding group of demon hunters who were obviously excited:

   "Tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

   "Uncomfortable? No no no."

  Maris Demon Calamity carried the moon blade that was still stained with demon blood, and took a deep breath in this dying world. The extremely high concentration of evil in the air made him tremble.

   He said in a shaky voice:

   "I feel like I'm home here! It reminds me of the ancient battle 10,000 years ago, when we followed Lord Illidan across the battlefield.

  Look, this fel energy doesn't even need me to absorb it, it will actively pour into my body, my inner demons are cheering, I feel like I can hack an angry guard to death! "

   "Your ideals are pathetic, Guard of Wrath. I thought you felt like you could hack a Fel Lord to death."

  Blake pouted in disdain.

   made another gesture to the demon hunters who were following him and said:

"That's right, when I say 'uncomfortable', I mean this guy's current state of madness! Restrain your desires, Illidari, you can use the fel energy here, and you can explode amazingly in this world. combat power.

   But if you eat too much without restraint, then I will have to help Illidan clear the portal and hack you who are about to get out of control with my own hands. "

   "That's right!"

   The sufferer Altruis, who has been frowning since he entered the Dark Portal and came to the world of Draenor, also said coldly:

   "Turn off the hunting magic pattern on your body, and don't turn it on when you are not fighting! The evil energy here is too full, it will tempt the demons to resist.

  I don't want to see you lose control one by one, don't let Lord Illidan disappoint you! "

   This is a very serious statement.

  The demon hunters obediently turned off the magic pattern that automatically draws fel energy on their bodies, which made them not look cool at all, and made pirates scoff at it.

  Look at these third-rate hunters!

   One by one can't even control their own inner demons, it's really sad.

With a strange triumph, the pirate said to the twin eredars in his mind:

   "Hey, when are you two going to resist? You are lying flat and letting me drive you now, it makes me feel very unfulfilled."

"To shut up!"

   "Don't bother us!"

   After the Eredar twins reprimanded one by one, they closed their minds again. They really had no idea to say even a single word to their villainous master.

   That guy's mouth will spit out venom, and if he hears it, it will contaminate their pure demon hearts.

   Black, who had closed the door, really wanted to call out these two eredar girls and beat them on the spot, how could he talk to the warlock master! Did Kil'jaeden teach you this kind of etiquette?

   But think about it carefully, your behavior may be considered a pervert that does not respect women, so forget it.

   He is a dignified pirate, why is he angry with a female demon?

   Lorewalker Zhou Zhuolang packed up his luggage and summoned the "Somersault Cloud", which is allotted to a lorewalker, which is actually a Frisbee made by ancient Titan technology.

   He stood on the Frisbee, swayed in the middle of the large army, looked left and right with his scribe sword in his hand, and used a dwarf camera to record the hell-like scenery of Hellfire Peninsula.

  Those magma and sulphur-filled fires that erupt from cracks in the ground from time to time are very dangerous. This is the first lesson Zhou Zhuo has learned in this **** **** world.

   "I just wanted to ask, why is this road so strange?"

   Zhou Zhuo walked forward along a wide road that directly connected to the Dark Portal. After a few minutes, he finally couldn't help but ask:

   "This road should be specially built, but why are there so many skeletons on the road? I just counted it, and we saw at least a few thousand skeletons during the ten-minute journey.

   What the **** happened here? "

   "This road is called the 'Road of Glory'."

  Black glanced at the grotesque skull buried deep beneath the rammed embankment, and whispered:

   "It was specially built by the orcs to build the dark door. In order to repair the dark door, the orcs cut off the eyes of the entire jungle. Can you imagine that this desolate place was once a lush jungle?

   It even has more trees and vines than Ashenvale.

  The orcs at that time were crazy, they distorted the glory of their battles and used massacres as a means of showing their strength. After the Dark Portal was repaired, those driven draenei slaves were killed on the spot.

  The bones you see are the last traces of those draenei.

   Stop counting.

Countless.

  The draenei have lived in this world for more than 200 years. At their peak, the population was nearly one million, but now there are less than one hundred thousand people left. "

   These words made Zhou Zhuo shudder, and the hairs on his neck fell up.

   He couldn't help but look back at the orcs who followed at the end of the team. Varok Saurfang, who led the team, didn't refute anything. He and his warriors just walked silently.

   They manipulated their wolves, trying not to step on the skeletons on the road.

   but too many bones

There are so many    that even agile warrior wolves can’t precisely avoid every place.

   "Don't think the orcs helped you in Pandaria because they were good men and women."

   Black sneered and said:

   "Humans hate them for no reason, every orc warrior who reaches Azeroth alive is a butcher with blood on his hands.

   They never want to fit into that world, they can only mix with a pirate like me.

   This is their destiny. "

   "Hehe, your evaluation of the orcs is the same as that of the noble queen."

  The viper lady Vashj, who was walking on the land like a snake, spit out a snake letter, complaining that the **** environment made her lose water quickly, and said to Black:

   "Our great queen admired the Seven Years War between men and orcs, she said that the orcs could only be used as weapons, and that they could not become a full-fledged civilization until they were freed from the curse in their blood.

   She said the orcs were pathetic, but they were really good at fighting.

   She also planned to give the orcs a piece of land in her empire, on the condition that the orcs have unconditional allegiance to the great queen, but this proposal was rudely rejected by the ridiculous Gul'dan.

   That's probably the main reason why the sad warlock ended up dead, and he offended the supreme queen! "

   "You see, the honorable queen and I both think so, that's how heroes see the same thing."

  The pirate laughed and didn't care about the attitudes of others. He stopped in place, and after a few seconds, said:

   "Pathfinder is back, I hope he brings us some good news."

  Blake's voice just fell, Rexxar's figure appeared in front of everyone, the big orc ran over with his war bear, and he said to everyone in front of him:

   "The nearby fel orc tribes have noticed us, and their wolf cavalry is rushing in this direction, intending to capture us for their demon master.

   In addition, the Hellfire Fortress is full of demons and their loyal fel orc tribes. The number of enemies inside is quite large, and we are not strong enough to take this fortress!

   Must find allies locally. "

   "So, where are the allies?"

The    pirate blinked at Rexxar, who did not disappoint him, pointed to the northwest, and said:

   "Through Hellfire Peninsula, there are traces of draenei activity in the mountains. I guess they built a frontline base here. However, it is not easy for the draenei to trust us.

   the ones they went through in the past.”

  Rexxar can’t say enough about this. Although he has not participated in the genocide massacre of the draenei by the orcs, he is a bystander.

   For the orc Batman, that means his hands are not clean either.

   "Trust is not an issue."

  The pirate waved his hand and said:

   "Although I have never met Lord Velen, we have been friends for a long time, and I believe the local draenei will give me this honor.

   The problem now is that we can’t meet people empty-handed.”

  Black rubbed his chin and said to the people around him:

   "Do you understand what I mean? You have to prepare a gift or something. Look, a gift with long legs that can run has arrived! The local people are really hospitable."

  The pirates felt the slight vibration of the ground, and looked into the distance. A large group of evil orc wolf cavalry were roaring and charging towards this side. They seemed to have summoned demons to charge together.

  Blake took out his dual crossbow with a bang, and said to the surrounding Demon Hunters who raised the Moon Blade and the Naga Guards who grabbed the bow and trident:

   "Don't behead when you chop, the gift must be as complete as possible to reflect our sincerity."

   "You are so busy!"

   Mrs. Viper complained unhappily:

"how many do you want?"

   "We have more than fifty people."

  The pirates did the math, and tentatively said to the people around them:

   "One person and two is not a big problem, right?"

   "I think I have a problem"

  Zhou Zhuo raised his hand helplessly, and the pandaren whispered:

   "Evil orc worgs can eat me."

   "I'll take your share for you, and I'll guarantee your safety in this world."

   Varok, who took out the battle axe, said in a low voice:

   "I have only one request, Lorewalker, please use your pen and paper to record our experience in this world objectively and impartially, and tell this story to as many people as possible.

  The days of tyranny of the orcs are over, and we will no longer be dominated by violence. "

   "Hey, anyone can talk big."

   Black said to Varok Saurfang:

   "Come on! Use your violence to kill those evil orcs who want to assassinate me. You see, my hands are shaking with fear. Help me this poor pirate."

   "Isn't that guy above his head going to the war?"

   The Martyr Altruis whispered:

   "He seems to be very powerful."

   "The noble deer helmet is here to travel to find the meaning of life, how can it be the same as you **** who came here to fight?"

  The pirate pouted and said:

   "Don't ask questions, do you have such a sloppy attitude when you work under Illidan? Hurry up and chop them off, leave your head as a gift, and bring your soul back to me, I'll be useful.

   For the glory of Lord Illidan!

  Illidari, charge me! "

   (end of this chapter)