Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 1253 3. The Third Principle of Draenor Survival: Hoof Girl What's the Best - Monthly Pass Plus Update [1825]

   "You didn't choose randomly, did you?"

   Watching the well-fed demon witch walked back to the gate of fel energy with coquettish steps, the victim glanced at the moon blade that was unsheathed for the first time but failed to drink blood, and he whispered:

   "This demon doesn't seem quite the same."

   "Of course I didn't choose it randomly. Do you think I'm one of those junk warlocks?"

  The pirate exhaled a smoke ring and said casually:

   "I am a prophet. Not only can I see through the fate of human beings and souls, but I can also see through the chaotic and brutal fate of demons. Every life in this group of stars has its own wonderful moments in life.

   So does my dear Beagle Shahras.

   Don't look at her as just an ordinary demon witch now, but she will soon have good luck with long sleeves and good dance.

  You have to know that the mindless abyss lords always have a smart enough adjutant to assist them when they act on their own. This is the "tradition" in the Burning Legion.

   As far as I know, Magtheridon the Berserker in Shadowmoon Valley prefers this mature and intelligent demon witch, but unfortunately, it already has a qualified adjutant by his side.

   Therefore, we have to create opportunities for our lovely, smart and coquettish Miss Shahras who knows how to serve high-ranking demons. "

"understood."

   The victim nodded.

   He turned around and summoned a few demon hunters and gave them a few words. Black also asked for a Kor'kron orc warrior from Varok who was familiar with the terrain of Shadowmoon Valley.

   A few minutes later, the elite team left the main force and rode towards the Shadowmoon Valley.

   "I'm not talking about you."

  The pirates complained to the victims:

   "The intelligence work of you demon hunters is too bad. You have inner demons and can devour fel energy. You are already a kind of semi-demon, and you have to fight against the Burning Legion, so you can't be reckless all the time.

  Tactics, strategies, do you understand?

   Just like I arranged for Shahras, maybe you should also learn to "mix sand" with the Legion. Don't tell me you demon masters can't do this, I'll be disappointed. "

   "Well, your advice was useful."

   The victim nodded and said hoarsely:

   "Actually, Lord Illidan used the same tactics in the Battle of the Ancients, but 10,000 years later, our ancient 'friends' have long since disappeared.

   We obviously need the help of the Uncrowned in this regard, so send someone over to guide us. "

   "Let's talk when we get back from Draenor alive."

  Black looked back at the Illidari behind him and said:

   "You should also add additional members. Don't focus on the night elves. There are so many elves who are addicted to magic, and the night elves are not good at casting spells. There should be more spellcaster units in your group.

do you understand me? "

   "Quel'Thalas?"

   The victim is indeed Illidan's excellent adjutant, and it's completely understandable.

   He frowned and said:

   "The life of the Quel'dorei elves is too extravagant, and they are like children who grew up in a honeypot. They also admire the depraved ways of the elf empire, and they are only stronger than Suramar's children of the night.

   I really don't see the potential for them to be good hunters. "

   "That's now, without the oppression of war, the elves are all like ghosts, but the Quel'dorei elves have a tradition of martial arts, they just need a chance to prove themselves."

  The pirate shook his head and ended the conversation.

   He turned around and said to the person beside him:

   "What are you doing? Bring the 'gift', let's chat with the draenei, Varok, don't follow me, I'm afraid you and the draenei will fight again after meeting."

   "Then let's go to Shadowmoon Valley?"

   Varok has no complaints about this arrangement. The blood feud between the orcs and the draenei is more than ten times that between them and the humans. He knows that he should not appear in the draenei's territory.

   "Why are you going to Shadowmoon Valley?"

  The pirate pouted, pointed to a direction in front of him, and said:

   "Go to Nagrand! It hasn't fallen completely, go to Grandma Gaia'an, and gather all the Mag'har orcs of Galadar.

   They need a good commander of great merit to lead them, and then send someone back to Azeroth, tell Red and your brother, and prepare the Kor'kron Guard.

   After the centaur mercenaries have assembled, set up a base in the Blasted Land as quickly as possible, and after I send a message, go through the Dark Portal to support our battle.

  Hellfire Citadel must be taken down, the location here is too important, it will become the base camp of the Azeroth coalition in Draenor. "

   "But here's a trap!"

  Maris Demon Calamity said worriedly:

   "I know it's a devil's trap to jump down, that's true."

   "Don't be stupid, blind man!"

   Viper Mother Vashj fiddled with her little snake's long hair and said disdainfully:

   "Can a trap for a rabbit trap a tiger?"

   This sharp statement made all doubters shut up, and Blake nodded to Mrs. Vashj in satisfaction.

  Look at people, she is indeed the queen's favorite war maid, and her casual words are so classic. It's rare to be able to fully guess what Blake is thinking.

   No one objected any more, the orcs immediately started to act, and Black also squatted down and reached out to touch Vashj's snake tail. This action caused Mrs. Viper to snap her tail sharply, and said sharply:

   "Don't touch me! Dirty humans! This pure body belongs only to the supreme queen!"

   "Where did you think about it? You Naga girl full of astringent thoughts."

  Black rolled his eyes, picked up the dry and broken snake scales in his hand and waved at Vashj, he said:

   "It's really hard for you to let you group of underwater creatures walk in this place in Hellfire Peninsula, you can't stay here, or you will lose water and die in at most three days, even if you don't die, your combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

   Take your guard to the Zangar Inland Sea.

   That Inner Sea is the only part of Draenor that has not been polluted, and it is also your superior battlefield. Demons are not your opponents in the water. "

   This instruction made all the Nagas including Vashj breathe a sigh of relief.

   They actually hate the dry environment of Hellfire Peninsula, but they kept silent because of the "sense of honor" that they couldn't embarrass the Queen.

   Now that Blake took the initiative to give them a step, this group of Naga with super self-esteem is naturally willing to accept it.

   "So, what about my mission?"

   Vashj immediately showed the qualities of a good commander, she asked briefly:

   "What do you need us to accomplish for you? Captain of the Guard."

   "Occupy that waters!"

   Black snorted and said:

   "Water is the source of life!

  The demons may not need this resource, but other races in this world can’t do without it. To occupy the only pure water source in this world is to hold the pulse of this world.

  You move freely there, and while spreading the supreme majesty of Queen Azshara in this sad world, you will attack the demons of Frostfire Mountain, and by the way, support the actions of the Mag'har orcs in Nagrand.

   In addition, remember to send someone to the northernmost Tongtian Peak area to look for traces of the arakkoa, that group of autistic patients is also a force that can be united. "

   "Joint? What you meant to say was actually 'use'?"

   Vashj let out a laughter of Yujie, she said:

   "Your Majesty's favor with you is really not because of your looks. You are indeed a capable person, Your Excellency Black. But to completely occupy an inland sea, it is not enough to rely on such a few people."

   "Can't you shake people?"

  The pirate said with a straight face:

   "Don't test me, everyone knows that you are just pretending to obey me, and I'm just pretending to lead you in a show. You have absolute autonomy, and you can even act alone without me now.

  I don't know what the Queen sent you to Draenor for, but I don't care.

   As long as you do what you have to do.

   I mean, when I need you to show up to help fight, you'd better get me a reliable team, otherwise the big pirate Lord Black Shaw will be very disappointed with Mrs. Viper. "

"Humph"

   Vashj snorted and said no more, turned around to signal the Naga Sea Witch behind him to prepare to teleport magic, and sent another Naga hunter back to Azeroth to shake people.

After    was dispersed like this, Black's main force was only left with him and a group of demon hunters, as well as Pathfinder Pioneer Rexxar and weak Lorewalker Zhou Zhuo.

   They started to move towards the hiding place where the draenei were. After walking out for a few minutes, Zhou Zhuo approached Black and whispered:

   "The storm crow that has been following us is gone, where did he go?"

   "In addition to traveling with me in this world, Your Excellency Deer Helmet also has a mission on his shoulders. You can ignore it."

  Black rolled his eyes and said:

   "Are Lorewalkers so curious? You bastard, go check out those orc heads, and I'll give you gifts later."

   "Would the draenei really like this gift?"

   Zhou Zhuo blinked and said:

   "According to you, they should be a group of pacifists."

   "They used to be."

  The pirate snorted and said:

   "Then they experienced firsthand what it would be like to choose to be a pacifist in a chaotic world, and believe me, the draenei are now murdered, and the orcs are stepping aside.

   They will absolutely love this warm gift and they will treat me as a guest for it. "

   "I'm not fit to appear in draenei territory either."

  The silent orc Batman Rexxa walked over with Misha and whispered to Black:

   "I am heading to Gorgrond, my friend, where we will meet."

"Do not!"

  Black rejected the offer, saying to Rexxar:

   "You can't save your clan if you go there alone, and even a mighty beastmaster like your father is forced to silence him to find a trace, which shows that the situation in your hometown is very bad.

  You need a 'Legion'. "

  Rexxar blinked, he understood what the pirates meant, but hesitantly looked at the barren land around him and said:

   "There is not enough 'nutrient' here, and it is difficult for the larvae to grow."

   "So come with me."

   Black threw his Orb of Deception to Rexxar, saying:

   "We may be able to learn something about the local situation from the draenei. If you can find a suitable breeding ground, you can become a hero to save Mok'Natha."

   "I don't want to be a hero, I just want to do something for the people I abandoned."

   The orc shook his head, he activated the deceitful orb in his hand, and disguised himself as a burly human in the disguise magic.

   But still wearing his iconic wolf head hat, and surrounded by the silent and chilling breath on his body, it made him look even more dangerous.

   And this made Blake's eyes widen.

   he exclaimed:

   "Batman! You finally came to Draenor from Gotham to punish the demon with the iron fist of justice?"

   "What Batman?"

  Rexxar in human form pushed his black "bat helmet" and said dissatisfiedly:

   "You know I don't like this weird nickname."

   "I was just joking."

  The pirate shrugged and whispered:

   "You can't be Batman, you are far from it, although your mother left early, your father is still there, and your mother is not called Martha.

  Happy children can't be Bateman.

   But the clothes I have prepared for a long time can finally come in handy. "

  Black quickly took out a set of black cloak and battle armor from his suitcase, which he ordered from the master tailor in Suramar.

   He strongly asked Rexxar to change into this suit, saying that it was necessary for camouflage, but Rexxar saw at a glance that the stinky pirate had bad intentions, and decisively rejected the bat suit like this costume.

   This disappointed the pirates very much, and they were reticent along the way.

  The demon hunters all have wings to glide, and Blake also has the flaming phoenix to accelerate, which made the group move very fast. After three hours, they crossed the Hellfire Peninsula and came to the foot of the mountain in the northwest of this wasteland.

   But when they entered the mountain, a row of sharp arrows stabbed in the face just after they crossed a col, and hit the ground with a thud, splashing dust.

   The warning shot made the blind men draw their weapons in unison, but Black didn't care.

   He coughed and motioned the blind men to throw the box full of orc heads in front of him. He kicked the lock of the box, and the smell of blood rushed up.

   He shouted in eredar to the draenei hunters hidden in the mountains in front of him:

   "Hey, followers of Velen, we are not enemies, we have brought gifts, this is our sincerity, come and take them."

   "Back! Outsiders!"

   A female voice rang out in front of the mountain, with a chilling chill.

   she scolded:

   "Tahamat Temple does not allow outsiders to enter! No one!"

   "Didn't Velen tell you I'm coming? Didn't he make you prepare a great feast to welcome me?"

  The pirates complained:

   "I'm starting to feel disappointed in the professionalism of my peers."

"Um?"

   These words made the leader of the draenei hunter, who was hiding in the col, feel puzzled. After a few seconds, she asked suspiciously:

   "Who are you? Is it the legendary Black Shaw from Azeroth? The Prophet did send a message a few days ago, but... just a few days ago, another 'you' shamelessly assassinated the Prophet."

  “???”

   The words made the pirates wink.

   He instantly understood the cause and effect.

  It must be the damned Nathrezim who didn't want Black to get involved in their "great cause", so they deliberately arranged assassinations to disturb the pirates' plans.

   "This is a malicious competition, bastard, be careful I'm snitching on Denathus the Great!"

   Black spit out.

   He took a step forward and stepped into the firing range of the at least legendary draenei ranger in front of him, and he shouted:

   "The one in front is Archbishop Neri? I promise I'm the real me, not those **** pretenders."

   "Then how do you prove that you are you?"

  The draenei ranger is persistent, which stumped the pirates.

   He tilted his head for a while and said:

   "Then I will make a prophecy for you on the spot to confirm it? For example, I know that your governor of Sha'tar, the Archbishop Ossar has secretly joined the Burning Legion"

  “Shu”

   A tall draenei woman wearing a hunting cloak stepped out of the mountain, holding a gem-embellished crossbow in her hand, and waved her hand backwards, causing the hidden rangers to put away their weapons.

   She came up to Blake, held out her hand to him, and said:

   "Very well, you have proved your prophetic ability. Just yesterday, the shameful Othar sold the Sha'tar defenses to the demons. Only a prophet can accurately predict such information.

   You are indeed the legendary Blake Shaw. "

  The pirate shrugged, stretched out his hand and held it with the mature sister-hoof in front of him, his eyes fell on the cute little tail swaying behind him, and he couldn't help sighing in his heart:

   "Ah, as expected, it's still a hoof girl competing for high."

   (end of this chapter)