Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1262 12. What's the point of robbing locals? Let's rob the devil!

In the early hours of the third day, while the draenei civilians of the Temple of Tahamat were being escorted towards the Dark Portal by suspicious vigilantes and rangers, demon hunters were also dispatched to Hellfire Peninsula with a group of Pirate warlocks harass the fel orc fort with demons to buy time for the civilians to move.

   Because they don't travel light.

   Treasures from Ashran have been separated into the first crates, carried by these draenei civilians in thunder elephant carts to Azeroth.

   This is the idea of ​​the smelly pirate.

   One-fifth of these treasures will be used to pay for the draenei's travel and accommodation expenses in Azeroth, and the rest will be handed over to the Jade Lotus Gang to be used as reserve treasures for the black market.

   They have to deliver at Watch Fort in order to get paid by the Jade Lotus Gang.

   This will ensure that the draenei will not steal the treasures of the pirates, and that these exiles will not be reduced to begging for a living in the new world.

Although the idea of ​​   was cunning, the draenei did not reject it, and the leader of the group of exiles, Aman the Wise, also expressed his gratitude to Black.

   But the pirates could no longer hear the draenei's thanks, because he had set sail on his own schedule.

   A total of eleven ships, led by the Seventh Black Knight Felton's flagship, the Damned, departed from Ashland's dock before the sun had risen.

  The Draenor Pirate Lord Maim, canonized by Black himself, sits on the flagship, and ten new captains under his command each lead their "carefully selected" scumbags to embark on a voyage to the shores of Gorgrond.

   The sailors on these ships are basically not full.

   The useful persons screened from the prisoners of war were evenly divided into less than 60 people on each ship, which was only enough to control the ship and could not carry out a naval battle at all.

   But to be honest, at the level of this group of landlubbers, even if they are fully staffed, they can’t carry out large-scale naval battles, and the artillery originally decorated on these ships are all fel cannons obtained from demons.

   The power is great, but it is completely different from the naval guns used by the pirates of Azeroth, and requires special ammunition reserves. The new captains are not quite sure how to use these things for a while.

   So they simply forgoed the use of artillery for the time being, and each ship had a team of mantid tasked with patrolling the danger and responding to possible battles.

   And although each ship was understaffed, the ships were extremely slow and had deep drafts.

   Obviously, in the cabins of these ships, there are some very strange "ballast".

   "The sailing time cannot exceed two days!"

  In the cabin of the Damned, Black looked at the large pile of worm eggs in front of him, and the qiraji worms who walked around the eggs and responsible for weaving the creep.

   Beside him, Rexxar whispered:

   "This is the longest time for the larvae to break out of the shell under the impetus of hormones. These combat larvae need to eat a lot after breaking the shell, otherwise they will die immediately.

   Therefore, if Gorgrond cannot be reached within two days, the sailors on board must be sacrificed as 'food'. "

   "It doesn't really matter."

  The Orc Pirate King Maim on the other side of Black pushed his black captain's hat decorated with skeletons and battle axes. He shrugged and said:

   "I didn't expect these landlubbers on the boat to live long. They were just used to make up the number. Die in the hands of the devil or in the mouth of the bug makes no difference to those who are destined to die."

   This kind of remark is somewhat cold, but it is Maim's true thoughts.

  Like the young orc Dranosh, Mim never expected the scum pirates chosen by POW Road to be so good.

  His fleet had a steady supply of troops when he was in Azeroth, and whenever he needed it, his good brother Red, who was sitting in Blackrock Mountain, would always pick out the best warriors for him.

   And Maim also has his own formed troops in Azeroth, just need to wait for a while, he doesn't even need to pick new recruits in Draenor, he can have a very powerful fleet.

   This is also the reason why Maim will safely leave the important task of selecting crew members to the Orc Five.

   He didn't care what kind of weirdness the five young people would choose for him.

  It’s all one-off cannon fodder anyway.

   "Two days is enough, this is a coastline cruise, not an ocean trip. The two places are very close, almost the distance from Kul Tiras to Tol Barad.

   And there are no dangerous seas along the way, I even dispatched my elemental warriors to help speed up. "

  Blake waved his hand and said casually:

   "As long as these landlubbers don't cause me such a nasty thing as a Trek and Strand, even climbing, I'll be able to get to the shores of Gorgrond before the larvae break out of their shells.

   And if they themselves stranded themselves.

  Then it was their own choice to be eaten by bugs, and they couldn’t blame others. "

  The smelly pirate said to Maim:

   "Spread the news that the worm hatched and ate people two days later, and put a little pressure on those trash. I think people who have seen the scene of Ashland's nest with their own eyes will understand the terrible things this news represents.

   They will encourage themselves to use their milk to ensure the smooth progress of the ship, and maybe they will become qualified pirates because of this.

   Maim, don't have that horrible idea of ​​using people as cannon fodder.

  You have to know that every life created by the world must have its plan, even a piece of **** wipes or a pair of old **** must have its purpose. "

   "Uh, Captain, you're very good, it really makes sense."

   Maim rolled his eyes and said:

   "That's the thing that shouldn't come out of your mouth. You can't use people as cannon fodder. Every time you say it, I feel like you're telling a classic pirate joke."

  “Oooo”

   The big bear Misha next to Rexxar also called out twice.

   Orc Batman said in a faint tone:

   "Misha said Maim was right, and I think Maim was right, if you're joking, Blake, you managed to make us laugh.

  Look, I'm really laughing. "

   "Hey, it seems that you are in a good mood to find your old father, my Batman."

   Black pouted and said:

   "Since we can all be joking, then when we reach Gorgrond and encounter that wicked army of demons, it should be fine for you to be the striker, right?

  According to the news we got earlier, the entire Gorgrond wilderness has been occupied by demons 80%, and the coastline has been fortified.

   To go there, we have to fight a **** path through countless demon casting camps. "

"I'm OK!"

  Rexxar touched the battle axe at his waist, patted Misha, who was in high spirits in battle, and took out the animal skin map he carried when he left home, unfolded it in front of Black and Maim, pointed to an area, and said:

   "Killing demons or something, I'd love to. But we have to choose a better landing site, here! Right in the middle of Everbloom Jungle and Jungle Heart Big Swamp, near the canyon of the Alpine Corridor.

   Here is a hidden coast.

   From here, we can quickly reach the mountain fortress of the Mok'nasa clan, and this road is full of canyons, and the demon army can't be used at all, which is very suitable for a small army like us to advance. "

  Rexxar paused, thought for a moment, and said:

   "If my people are still fighting guerrillas in Gorgrond, where demons are everywhere, then the area where they are most likely to hide is also here!

  I seriously doubt they are hiding in the Everbright Jungle or the big swamp next to it.

   That place is magical.

  Although the forest spirits guarding it had been razed by the raging Blackrock clan more than ten years ago, the jungle was once a sacred place for the forest spirits, where the jungle was lush, and there was a strange power hidden deep in it.

   I still remember seeing the Blackrock clan burn there with fire, the fire was a week short, but within three days the burned jungle was reborn from the ashes.

   A vast and dangerous jungle was formed again overnight. "

   The orc hunter shook his head and said with a firm tone:

   "If the raging orcs can't destroy it, so can the demons, unless they utterly pollute the land and drive the wild life force out of Gorgrond.

   But that takes time, a long time.

  I'm not bragging, but in the entire world of Draenor, only we Mok'Nathar can survive in the mysterious and dangerous Everbloom.

  They could keep fighting for so long without being annihilated by demons, they must be near that magical woodland. "

   "So, if we launch a big operation here, maybe we will get support from your clan?"

  Black rubbed his chin and asked:

   "Guess the lonely Mok'Nathal hunters will show up to help us?"

   "As long as we do the devil!"

  Rexxar nodded solemnly and said:

   "Although the Mok'nasa are isolated, we have a deep affection for our homeland. Since the emergence of our clan, no Mok'nasa have chosen to leave this barren land that feeds us.

  I am the first.

The    estimate is also the last one.

   We the Mok'Nathar will not allow the demons to destroy our homeland, and to this end we are willing to join forces with all demonic enemies.

  As long as we make some big noise in the nearby demon casting camp, I can guarantee that as long as my people are there, they will definitely show up to help. "

"very good!"

  Black moved his fingers and said to Maim next to him:

   "Did you hear that? My Pirate King of Draenor, our loot target has been determined, and we're going to make a big fuss in the Forge Camp near the landing site!

   Go and organize the sailors who can fight into marines, and follow me when the time comes.

   Those who dare not go, throw them directly to the bugs as reserve food! As you said, dying in the hands of a demon or in the mouth of a worm is no different to a dead person. "

   "Yes, Captain!"

   Maim grinned wildly, gave Blake a pirate salute, turned around and strode away, leaving Blake and Rexxar secretly chatting in the cabin.

  The stinky pirate picked up his pipe, glanced at the orc Batman, and whispered:

"I remember when you taught me Mok'nasa hunting tactics before, you said that your father hates the knowledge of clans being known to outsiders, and you threatened me that once I learn your Mok'nasa's fighting skills, I will Treated by your dad as prey that must be killed.

   Now, we're here.

  You give me a thorough understanding, can your father kill me?

   so I'm a little prepared. "

"Uh"

  Rexxar hesitated for a moment, and said tactfully:

   "There is no such thing as a 'demi-god' in the small world of our orcs. Gorons are the most powerful creatures that can be born in this world. One-on-one, an adult Goron should be able to kill an adult dragon.

   And my father, since he was a young man, has made it a pleasure and a habit to hunt gronn on his own. If it's not obvious enough, I'll give another example. "

   Orc Batman touched the stubble of his chin and said:

   "Brox Saurfang, once the first warrior of the orcs, came to the Mok'Nathal clan to recruit us to join the tribe of the Blackhand on behalf of the Blackhand when he was in his prime.

   In order to convince the Mok'Nathal clan, he and my father held a private mak'gora ceremony.

  But the Mok'Nathar didn't join the Horde, and Blackhand and Gul'dan didn't send anyone to destroy us, so you should know how good my dad is.

  When he was a young man, he followed Kargath Bladefist to overthrow the enslavement of us by the Ogre Empire. The powerful leader of the Ogre Empire was strangled by my father himself with chains.

   The ogre's head is still in the ancestral land of the Mok'Nathal clan.

   Of course, he is old now, and his strength must have declined.

   But he's Draenor's best hunter, and he knows how to make up for lack of power with experience. "

   "Then if your father wants to kill you, what are your chances of winning?"

  Blake asked while rubbing his teeth.

  Rexxar thought about it seriously, and dangled **** in front of Blake's eyes.

   "Well, do you have a 20% chance of winning?"

  The pirate suddenly came to his senses, blinked his eyes and said:

   "It's not that I, who is stronger than you, have no chance to defeat him."

"Do not!"

  Rexxar emphasized:

   "I mean, I have a 20% chance of escaping from his hand. If the king of the wyverns that he bred since he was a child has died of old age, I will have the advantage in long-distance raids.

   But if he has a new flying beast, then.”

   "Okay okay, I know what you mean, don't stress it anymore, just outsmart it, right? I understand."

  The pirate waved his hand.

   He seriously suspected that Rexxar was deliberately exaggerating the strength of Mok'Nathar Warchief Leorox.

But considering that in his memory, after the big explosion in Draenor, the whole world fell apart, as an old orc of the Black Hand generation, Leorox still led his clan to stick to the earth-shattering after the big explosion. in the world.

   And it seems to be quite moisturizing.

   Thinking about it this way, the strength of that old orc is understandable.

   This also made Blake look forward to seeing Rexxar's father. He wanted to see how far the strongest hunter in the world of Draenor could be. —

   After a day and a half, the sun is not blazing in the afternoon.

  The ships of the Draenor pirates finally appeared on the coast of Gorgrond under the acceleration of Black's elemental guards. Under the guidance of the native Rexxar, they found a beach suitable for landing with great precision.

   But the scene in front of him is somewhat disappointing.

   In this valley suitable for landing, a large demon camp is standing there, and the towering demon engines are constantly making noises and discharging dark green polluting gases into the sky.

   Large swathes of mephits and dreads flew in the sky, and the ground was also full of patrolling demon guards and hordes of hellhounds.

  To attack such a demon casting camp made a group of waste pirates tremble, but their captains were fighting with high spirits, and the sound of strange swarms of insects was already sounding in the cabins of almost every ship.

  The newly hatched bugs are hungry.

   They can't wait to devour flesh and blood.

   Maybe the flesh and blood nourished by fel energy will taste spicy or sweet?

Black stood on the bow of the Damned. He glanced at Rexxar, who was going to be the vanguard. The latter was putting on armor for Misha. Obviously, he also realized that this was a hard fight, and he had to give his beloved one. The beast makes all defenses.

  The war bear armor has a distinct dark iron dwarf style, rough and ferocious, it should be a private gift from the very good Chief Red to Rexxar.

   And Jolin Deadeye, who had just completed the ritual of the dead eye, was "pulling" the demon hunters from Hellfire Peninsula with several orc warlocks using the summoning ritual.

   The victim Alturis was refreshed the moment he stepped on the deck.

   This demon hunter has already smelled the presence of a lot of demons, which makes him feel a little hungry. After careful calculation, he hasn't eaten lunch at noon today.

"bring it on!"

   Black, guarded by a group of mantid, held out his hand to Alturis and said:

   "The Devil's Feast is just around the corner, let's have a good hunt!"

   (end of this chapter)