Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1294 44. Stinky pirate, you still say this is not a personal grudge? -【45】

   (Added more updates to the "Sword of Phileo" brother)

  The draenei people's black technology engineering is still very powerful.

As a civilization that has developed for more than 50,000 years, the draenei are still eredars, and when they are still living happily in the world of Argus, they have already entered the development stage of star exploration, otherwise they will not encounter them. The ancient naru of the world were also gifted with artifacts.

   But since then, the eredar civilization has taken two routes of technology and magic.

   Their own engineering level is extremely high, and with the assistance of Naaru's magic black technology, the level of this group of draenei technicians is almost a dozen times that of their counterparts in Azeroth.

   Also, the mechanical gnomes who have begun to master Titan's black technology can compete with them.

   But for the sake of everyone being able to steer the Naaru spaceship proficiently, even if the mechanical gnomes invite King Mechagon, the genius of black technology who has turned into a data ghost, back again, they are not necessarily the opponents of the draenei.

   In short, under the full repair of these old technicians, two hours later, the Legion Communicator that was dismantled from the Karabor Temple was restored to operation.

   After the sufferer Alturis and the high-ranking hunter Arantine personally contributed their own fel energy as the starting energy, this rough machine with a very demonic style finally began to operate.

   The news immediately alerted a group of bigwigs who were "drinking tea and chatting", and the powerhouses of Velen and Azeroth rushed over to watch the conversation across the star sea.

   "O Argus, our homeland, an ancient world far beyond the boundaries of the stars and separated by countless galaxies."

  The gentle prophet is a very personable leader.

   He easily gained friendship and goodwill from such difficult guys as Lord Ravencrest and the cynical Old Staghelm in just two hours through conversation and his own temperament.

   In the gaze of a group of people, this old draenei who is said to have lived for 30,000 years sighed and told the ancient story in a nostalgic tone.

   "I still remember the time when I left our hometown with my heart to the light clansmen, and that day happened to be the most important summer festival of the Eredar.

   It was supposed to be the busiest day in the whole world, but darkness chose to come at that time. "

   Velen said sadly:

"When we saw the stalwart figure of the dark titan in person at the end of the world, his dark breath obscuring even the light of the sun and the stars, and when it applied the bounty of darkness to the skies of the world of Argus, we knew that we would forever lost our world.

   It was a disaster day.

   That is a painful memory shared by all draenei. "

The Prophet made a gesture of prayer, and the people around him could feel the undisguised pain in his words. Put yourself in the shoes of the Prophet. If something like this happened in Azeroth, they would be as miserable as the Prophet. .

   No, they didn't even have a chance to recall the past with a painful tone.

   After all, Azeroth doesn't have the black-tech ships that can carry a group of exiles to the stars.

  The world of the draenei with wealthy families is called "bankrupt", and the situation of Azeroth being overrun by demons can only be called "poor".

   If you think about it like this, the mourning in the hearts of everyone will be even higher.

   "Well, if you have to talk about painful memories, isn't the massacre of the past ten years counted?"

   In such an atmosphere of mourning, Blake spit out a wink:

   "I'm really curious, Lord Velen, what kind of mentality do you have to choose a policy of non-resistance when the orcs start massacres?

  Others will just mindlessly attack your weakness.

   But I'm also a prophet. I know you couldn't have not foreseen this terrible future, because you realized that once the draenei chose to go to war with the orcs, it would lead to the success of the deceiver's evil conspiracy? "

"I"

   Velen didn't find Blake's question offensive, perhaps because he'd heard such accusations a lot over the past decade or so, and he didn't try to whitewash his weakness.

   After a long silence, he looked at Turalyon and the elves beside him, and said:

   "The invasion of the orcs alone has damaged Azeroth's vitality. If you add a group of draenei who have been infused with war and fel energy into that world."

   As the great knights and archmages who have experienced the orc war and have just seen the black technology of the draenei, they were shocked.

   If the words of the prophet really come true, I am afraid that the human civilization in the eastern continent will be long gone by now, and the whole of Azeroth will fall into war.

  Villen looked at Black again with a tired look, and said:

   "Because we are all prophets, we all know the only hope of defeating the Burning Legion. If I choose to lead the tribe to exterminate them like the orcs exterminate us, I will only destroy the only hope with my own hands.

  My people were horribly slaughtered, and I will not deny my guilt for that.

   I will spend the rest of my life in this pain until I return to the afterlife of the draenei, cast off by all.

   I will be judged by the people there.

   And whatever punishment they give me, I will gladly accept it. "

   "They won't punish you, Lord Velen."

   Black shook his head and said:

"With your mixed life and the horrific disaster caused by you, I feel that after your death you will be thrown into an inextricable tower, where you will endure the most horrific torture as a birth from the stars. The conspiracy that unfolds at any time infuses your power.

   Your consideration may be correct.

   But there is no doubt that you are also a **** on this ancient conspiracy board. You have sent more than one million dead souls to the world of death with your own hands.

   You tip the balance between life and death.

   But how to say it, if even the Burning Legion is a pawn, then it's not your fault that you can't escape this fate. "

After   , the pirates took the initiative to end the topic.

   But as a prophet's intuition, when others only thought that Black's words were very emotional and vague, Velen heard a different taste from the pirate's words.

  Blake seemed to be warning him, and at the same time trying to explain it to him.

   There is no doubt that the Pirate Prophet made a prophecy for him just now, but Velen had to spend a long time deciphering these obscure words.

   "Come on, let's contact Lord Illidan and see what he's doing now."

  Black turned back and made a gesture to the draenei technician. The latter hesitated and glanced at the prophet. After getting the other party's permission, he reached out and pulled down the open lever of the Legion Communicator.

   This silly, dark and peculiar machine started running immediately, and the demon hunters who powered it immediately groaned in pain.

   To complete the communication of distant stars, the supply of fel energy required is undoubtedly an astronomical amount.

   "Be patient, if you can't do it, take a turn."

  Black stepped forward and said something to Alturis and Arantien.

   The two shook their heads, just motioning for him to hurry up. The pirate didn't hesitate to grab the communicator that resembled a microphone and put it to his mouth.

   He coughed twice, then shouted in very pure demonic language:

   "This is the frontline world of the Legion, Draenor. I am the lieutenant of His Majesty Kazzak, the Doomsday Overlord, Black the Killer! Contact the Krokuun Legion camps at the Karabor Temple communication site!

   Now an important warning!

A cunning spy disguised as the Nathrezim has infiltrated the Legion's lines through a **** trick, and His Majesty Kazzak has got the exact message that he's currently operating near Krokuun for his damned sad world Discover important information about the Legion.

   In the name of His Majesty Kazzak!

  I demand immediate arrest of any dreadlord you see at the Krokuun Legion sites! No matter their status, no matter their rank, no matter where they come from!

  Don't listen to their rhetoric!

   Those **** are the most deceiving!

   Burn them with the hottest evil flames! Throw them into the ghost mother's lava pool! Let the Demon Hounds gnaw at them! Let the kid burn through their knees and humiliate them!

   Torture them until their true identities are confirmed!

   For the conquest of Lord Sargeras and the Legion, all spy bugs must die! Beat up those dreadlords, demons! You are serving the great cause of the Legion!

   All the consequences of this action will be borne by the vicious and mighty His Majesty Kazzak!

   Let it go!

  This is the end of the communication alert.

reply received! "

After   , Black dropped the demon microphone in his hand under the dumbfounded gazes of the "audience", and soon, one reply code after another appeared in the fel light curtain above the Legion's communicator.

   "You! Are you a demon in disguise?"

   Great Knight Turalyon exclaimed:

   "Why are you so skilled! Is this really your first time using a demon communicator?"

   "Yeah, I'm starting to doubt your identity too, Blake."

   Death Lord Ravencase also said in a strange tone:

   "In the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago, the most cunning elf spy couldn't disguise himself as a demon and give such evil orders as you can.

  Your tone, your gesture, and even the content you convey are all in line with the demons' behavior, and they won't even doubt.

   But why Dreadlord?

   Did they annoy you? "

   "Look what you said?"

  Black glanced at everyone in front of him, he couldn't be sure if there was a high-ranking fear lord in the group disguised.

  Since the previous inability to see through the disguise of the Dread Queen Kintassa, Xal'atas and him have been researching how to distinguish these damned guys.

   It’s just that there hasn’t been much progress yet.

   So the pirate spread his hands and said in a gentle tone:

"I don't have any personal grudges with the Nasrezims, it's just that I use them purely after thinking about them, and with the sly and cunning characters of the dread lords, once other demons attack them, they will definitely Will try to fight back.

   A large-scale chaos will sweep across the Krokuun area, which will also create opportunities for Illidan's actions, and that guy really likes to disguise himself as a dreadlord.

   After all, among the strange-looking demons, only the Nathrezim are human-like. "

   "Are you sure this isn't a personal grudge?"

   Miss Hisari Crow, who had been silent in front of Blake, suddenly said:

   "Looking at the joy in your eyes, why do I feel that this is a personal grudge? You can't hide it from me."

   "Hey, hey, don't bring personal emotions into formal occasions, Great Druid."

   Black shrugged and said:

   "This will make you look unprofessional. Huh? There's news so soon?"

   A strange voice sounded on the demon communicator beside him, which meant that there was a demon stronghold on Argus' side that was actively contacting him in reverse.

  Black grabbed the demon microphone and connected to the connection. Soon, a familiar voice sounded across from the demon hunters present that made all the demon hunters cheering:

   "This is the outskirts of the Nasrax fortress in the Krokuun area. I am the vanguard of the Legion, the Betrayer, and I have ordered the arrest of the nearby Dreadlords, but the **** rebelled against the Legion.

   This is enough to prove that they have ghosts in their hearts!

   I am now reporting to the Temple of Karabor, the frontline of the Draenor Legion War, please describe in detail the information on the alien spy who infiltrated the Legion front and assist us in our capture.

  Wait for a reply. "

   "Hush hush hush, be quiet, countless demons are listening."

  Black turned his head and made a silent gesture to those Illidaris who were so excited that they burst into tears, but couldn't cry because their eyes were blind.

   He coughed twice, then replied in demonic language:

   "It is reported that the **** is a very cunning dog who slipped into Argus by some means, and is preparing a terrible conspiracy there.

   Now we are interrogating his compatriots to get more information, including when and where he launched his conspiracy, as well as the specific content.

   Betrayer!

   Has the dreadlord you caught revealed any information worthy of attention? "

"Have."

   The distorted voice of the betrayal came out of the microphone, and he said in the cunning and brutal tone of a demon:

   "According to the confession of the **** suspected of being a spy we caught, he is not alone in Argus, and he has a very dangerous weapon in his hand, trying to wait for a suitable time to activate it.

   But this plan needs the support of his compatriots, it is said to find a legion portal that can lead directly to the world of Argus.

   or a demonic battleship with Argus coordinates.

   This is the information we have so far.

   The superior is coming to personally supervise the torture work, the communication ends here! "

   After saying that, the communication there simply "hanged up", probably because Illidan didn't want to waste too much time to leave his position as soon as possible.

   But everyone has enough information.

  Black made a gesture to stop the demon hunter from charging, and then slashed the communicator in front of him with his sword, completely destroying it so that the demons couldn't track it back.

   He turned around and said to the people behind him:

"Did you hear that?

   We need a portal that can lead directly to Argus or capture a demon battleship that departs from Argus. This job is very difficult, quite difficult.

   But we have to do it! "

   "We will definitely do it!"

   The sufferer Alturis said in a deep voice:

   "Lord Illidan risked his life to find hope for us in the devil's base camp, and we must not fail him!"

   "Well, yes, very spirited."

  The pirate praised and glanced at Velen, who was frowning and discussing with Maraad in a low voice. A strange light flashed in the pirate's eyes, and he whispered to Alturis and Arantine:

   "Get ready, maybe we will get this opportunity soon, and then you must do your best."

   (end of this chapter)