Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1261 11. Wastes, sing the pirate song and open the wine barrel! Go on an adventure with Blake Shaw

   Maim, who was evaluated by Black as a "smart orc" a long time ago, learned the fine tradition of undead pirates from his old boss immediately after learning about Ashran's current situation.

   He turned his head with a fake smile on his face and announced to the first mate, second mate, third mate, the boatswain and the artillery chief behind him:

   "You have all heard the orders of the leader of Black, I am the commander of the Draenor fleet, and you are all captains now, congratulations, now hurry to choose your own ship and crew.

  I will go to the island first to see what changes are needed in our future base camp. "

   "Hey, Maim, you bilge rat don't want to leave this dirty work to us and run off to enjoy yourself!"

   It turns out that Maim's skill in throwing the pot is still a long way from catching up with Black.

   His first officer, an old orc pirate who was blind and had broken hands and legs, but was replaced with a mechanical dwarf prosthesis, held his battle axe in his hand and cursed:

   "If you want to do the dirty work, do it together! No one wants to run away, everyone has to carry the bad things together! We will beat up whoever runs away!"

"Uh."

   Seeing the rebellious old pirates surrounding him, Maim also had a headache, he thought about it, and said in a low voice;

   "Then let's pick a boat first, it's an easy job."

   "What about this group of landlubbers that look so **** and soft?"

   His first mate spat to the side in annoyance and said:

   "I saw them as if I saw us when we first entered the water, the same stupidity, the same cowardice, the same sadness, the same garbage.

   It's like teaching a group of little girls to fight, it's a headache. "

   "There are still young people."

   Maim looked at the orc Wu Xiao, his eyes shone with a light of cunning and schadenfreude, and he stretched his voice and said:

   "Young people should have more experience. This kind of difficult life is the most suitable for young people to challenge themselves, don't you think? Guys."

   "Yes, that's it!"

   "Hellscream and the Saurfang family are the legendary family of orcs, you young people can't be afraid of difficulties."

   "That's right! The Dead Eye family is famous among us orcs! It's right to leave it to them."

   A group of old silver coin pirates suddenly made a noise.

   They surrounded Maim, and you helped the orcs set a goal with a single word, and then surrounded the newly appointed "Pirate King of Draenor" while laughing and laughing, and walked over to his firewood fleet.

   "Bah, a bunch of **** who bully the soft and fear the hard!"

   Knowing that he had been tricked, Young Master Hou leaned on his battle axe and stared viciously at the old pirates in front of him. He gritted his teeth and said:

   "Sooner or later they will be hacked to death!"

   "Think of the good, Garrosh."

   Jorin Deadeye beside him is still wearing the robe of the Warlock School, and he will say with joy:

   "We have our own ship anyway, don't we? We are now back to our own hometown, and we are fighting for our own world, Azeroth is not home no matter how good it is.

   Hurry up and get to work.

  I also want to drive my own boat back to Galadar to see Grandma Gaiaan. We were kidnapped and left too suddenly, and I don’t know how worried Grandma should be. "

   "Yes, we can't let these old fur seals underestimate us."

   The female man Sora, also from the Saurfang family, picked up his battle axe and said in a cold tone:

   "Isn't it just picking people, what's so difficult about that?"

   "Sora, stop talking nonsense."

  Agna, the orc shaman with blue eyes, covered his head.

  She has come into contact with the elements of Azeroth, and now she is very irritable and uncomfortable to return to Draenor, a world where the elemental power is weak.

   she whispered:

   "The element is telling me that the island in front of me has just experienced terrible things, and the prisoners in front of me have been frightened, and they all have dark and lowly souls.

   It is difficult for us to pick out the right people from the rubbish. "

   "Cannon fodder!"

   The most calm Dranosh in the five hours accurately stated the location of the group of guys in front of him. He whispered to the other four:

   "The Mag'har compatriots in Garadar are more trustworthy, they are the main force we really want to recruit, these guys are just for early use.

   You don’t have to be selective, you will be eliminated sooner or later anyway.

   Before the pack of old fur seals come back, let's pick out the most 'useful' ones, such as cooks, blacksmiths, and others who are skilled.

   They belong to us, and the other inferior **** will be handed over to them.

   Anyway, our 'Pirate King of Draenor' personally gave us this power, and they have nothing to say about getting a guy who is not so useful. "

   "Yes, Dranosh is right."

   Young Master Roar's eyes lit up, and he, who has always been regarded as the leader of this small group, clapped his hands and said:

   "That's it! And since we're captains, we also have the right to recruit our own crew, right? The Warsong clan still has some clans in Draenor.

  Dead Eye, this destroyed Tanaan Jungle used to be the domain of your Blood Ring clan. There should still be your clan here, right? We have three days, how about a trip to the mainland when you are tired?

   Meet at the coast at that time.

   Don't have too many people, just enough. "

   "Well, I'll go right now."

   Jolin Dead Eye glanced in the direction of the distant continent, he touched his right eye, and said in a low voice:

   "Just in time, I'm going back to the Blood Ring burrow to complete my Dead Eye ritual there and see what fate will give me."

   "Want me to go with you?"

   Sora carried the battle axe and said:

   "You little warlock may be in danger, there are a lot of fel orcs."

"Uh."

   Jolin glanced at his violent female orc companion, and he whispered:

   "That. Although my spellcaster title is only a Warlock Apprentice, you must know that I have been studying with the Evil Eye Master for a long time.

  I'm good at controlling demons.

   And there are few other things in this world, the devil is a big one, I mean, I don't mean to be provocative, but the five of us are the strongest in this world. "

After    assigned the task, Jolin quickly found the Draenei Vindicator who was still on the island.

  Although the draenei wanted to hack him to death, but in the end, for Blake's sake, they lent him his spiritual dragon to use, allowing Jorin to quickly travel back and forth between Ashran and Hellfire Peninsula.

   On the pier, the tense selection work began immediately.

  Under the gaze of a group of gloomy mantid warriors, the prisoners of war lined up in four teams, and were selected by the remaining four groups of the five orcs.

The    selection process is very interesting.

   "What are you good at?"

  Draanosh glanced at the tiger man in front of him.

   This guy is very similar to a werewolf, both of which have a humanoid body with a beast head, but the tigermen of Draenor are obviously more intimidating than the werewolves.

  It is a pity that they are too few in number and difficult to breed, and they have no face in front of the terrifying wolves.

   "I can cook, I'm the best cook in my clan!"

  The tiger man pirate who was full of various spice bags boasted glibly:

   "It's not me, I can boil the dark bones of the arakkoa, and if you don't mind tasting your compatriots, I can make you a pot of orc skull soup right now.

  The taste, I tell you, is absolutely amazing! "

   Dranosh almost froze at the answer.

   His fingers moved on his battle axe, shook his head again, and said:

   "Very well, you passed, go and stand there, and don't talk about orc brain soup, or I'll kick you into the sea to feed the fish.

next!

   What do you know? "

   The next one is a red-skinned ogre, this guy scratched his head and said naively:

   "Well I'm good at eating."

   "All ogres are good at eating, this is not the advantage that will keep you alive."

  Draanosh rolled his eyes and said:

   "Think again, give you a minute."

   "Uh, how long is a minute?"

   The ogre asked again.

   This time, the young orc didn't bother to answer it, he just turned the small hourglass on the table upside down, watching the quicksand falling, even the stupid ogre realized the seriousness of the problem.

   It meditated for more than ten seconds, and then whispered:

   "Well, I will, I will grind crystals! Apexis crystals, I used to be an apprentice to the sages of Orgrela when I was a child, and I will grind those powerful crystals into arrows.

  Although the sages always say that I am not good at grinding. "

   "Yo, I didn't see it, he's still a craftsman."

  Draanosh unexpectedly glanced at the stupid ogre, he nodded and let the ogre stand beside him.

   The next person who came up was a red-eyed evil orc.

   He panted and hoarsely, trying to frighten the little orc cub in front of him, he said:

   "I will kill."

   "Who wouldn't?"

  Draanosh rolled his eyes, made a gesture, and said to the mantid guard next to him:

   "This is useless, pull it out and chop it."

   A few seconds later, a **** human head was thrown at Dranosh's feet, which greatly strengthened the deterrence of the young orcs, and made the remaining prisoners of war become obedient to the point of weakness.

   "Yo, you just put a bunch of garbage into the trash can with your own hands. I think you should have a sense of 'righteous extermination'. Considering his race, this pride should be doubled."

   The words with strong sarcasm sounded beside Dranosh.

  The orc glanced to the side. Black, who had slipped away just now, ran back at some point. He was sitting on the stone next to him, holding a jug in one hand and a battle helmet in the other, admiring the work of the five orcs.

   There was no pride in the eyes of the pirates.

   Even his words and deeds made these five young and young boys and girls who could still be called children have the decisiveness and control they are today.

   "This is what you taught us."

  Delanosh Mianli Tibetan Needle replied:

   "Perhaps it's you who should be proud, my dear captain."

   "Actually, I think of the five of you, you are the most suitable to be the leader, you know?"

  Black ignored the young orc's provocation, took a sip of wine, and said in a low voice:

   "Garrosh was too reckless, too emotional, he inherited his father's bravery and talent, and he was a warrior, but he was best suited as a warlord, not a leader.

  Reid's orthodox tribe will eventually return to this world, and you will eventually retake Draenor's ancestral land. Maybe Reid will live a long time, but he always has to consider the issue of the heir.

  After going through the Black Hand Chieftain, I don’t think Reid will pass the position of the Warchief to his son. In essence, Reid was just pushed into that position by me.

   He is a person who has no ambitions but was forced to instill great ideals by me.

   He is persevering, but I guess he may not be able to persevere for long.

  Reid is also very smart.

   He knew exactly when he should retreat, and he was even clumsily planning for that day to come, and at that time, it was the time to test you young people.

  Whether you like it or not.

  You, Garrosh, Jorin, Sora, Agna, and a Thrall who is far away but has an advantage over you, who will be the next warchief?

  Who will lead the tribe back home?

   Where will he take the Horde?

   Will the throne be stained with blood?

   I'm really looking forward to it. "

  The stinky pirate smiled oddly, and after a few seconds, he whispered:

   "Tell me, Dranosh, are you not interested in that throne at all?"

   "Black Hand became the warchief, and he died."

  Draanosh scoffed at this and said:

   "Orgrim Doomhammer became Warchief, and he died. If it wasn't for your protection, Red Blackhand would have died, and that's no throne at all!

   That is a torture device that will send people to hell, whoever loves it is who it is!

  I just want to go back to our hometown with my father, hunt with him on the grasslands of Nagrand, and send him the last journey of his heavy life.

   Looking for another lover to continue the blood of the Saurfang family, other than that, there is no other extravagant hope.

   If it weren't for this **** war, I'd rather be a farmer or a pigherd. "

   "Well, it's amazing."

  Black let out a weird sigh, Garrosh looked at him suspiciously, and the smelly pirate shrugged and said:

   "I just asked Garrosh, and he told me the same. It seems that I did change him, but not you, which really makes me feel both honored and disappointed.

   But there are things you can't do if you don't want to, Dranosh Saurfang.

   Remember the prophecy of my prophet.

   Remember to send me an invitation when you ascend to the throne of the warchief"

"What did you say?"

   The young orc widened his eyes and was about to ask a question, but was kicked by Black.

   The smelly pirate said coldly:

"three days left!

  Remember, at dawn in three days, I will see you all geared up and sailing with me to the shores of Gorgrond!

   This is the first appearance of the Draenor fleet of undead pirates on this blighted world.

   If you destroy my grand debut, you and all the waste in front of you are waiting to become the nourishment of the swarm! They never have enough food anyway!

   So, I'll give you a piece of advice, it's better to be presentable to me.

   Dress up and put on a look. "

   (end of this chapter)