Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1306 56. The Great Chief is on his way

  At noon, Maiev returned to Black's residence and sat at the dinner table with the pirates.

   Two people were sitting on both sides of the round table, and the meals on the table were made by Zhou Zhuo, a travel scholar who was a temporary guest chef. Four dishes and one soup were homely meals, but they tasted good.

  Speaking of Zhou Zhuo, apart from being weak, cheap, too curious and too unlucky, he is an all-rounder.

   He is not only good at writing, but also has a very high literary literacy, and has a strong ability to survive in the wild. He can also cook a good table.

   When needed, he is also the best treasure appraiser, writing official documents and so on.

   Recently, Lao Zhou has become a "secretary officer" that Blake values ​​very much, and even the various orders issued to the uncrowned were written by Lao Zhou.

   But Lao Zhou is very busy.

   After taking the time to make lunch for the picky stinky pirate, he took his Xianglong companion, Mi Shi, to Hellfire Peninsula to inspect the tribal ruins of the blood ring orcs.

  This guy has been doing archaeology in the world of Draenor very well, and he has written more than a dozen professional papers just to be published in the Lorewalker magazine and the internal documents of the Explorers' Association.

They are all textual researches on the history of various races in Draenor. The content is very detailed, and there are real objects found in archaeology. The publication of these papers is enough for Lao Zhou to be promoted to "Great Explorer" a month after joining the Explorers Association. ".

   This is something Blake can't do.

   This proves that reading a lot of books can also make a difference in another world.

   "Is this ring beautiful?"

  Black finished his meal, rubbed his stomach and put down his chopsticks.

   He looked at Maiev, who was eating in a very ladylike manner. He turned over and took out the gemstone ring he had just "cheated" from the Broken, and shook it in front of Maiev.

   Ms. Warden glanced at it, then lowered her head to eat, and said casually:

"not bad."

   "Not bad? It's the finest gemstone the draenei's best gemsmiths dug up from a broken world while they were on the run from the stars.

  Although it is not a magic item, but just by this craftsmanship, taking it back to Azeroth can make the queens of the human kingdom go mad and take it home. "

   Black snorted, got up, and walked out, saying:

   "Ms. Warden's eyes are so high."

   Maiev did not answer and continued to eat.

   Two seconds later, Blake suddenly grabbed her left hand, put the ring in her palm, and said:

   "I'll give it to you. Ladies always have their own jewelry. Your backpack is full of armor and weapons, not even a necklace. It made me cry."

   "If you want to give something, just give it well, do you have to say something like 'reward'?"

   Maiev did not reject the first thing that Blake really gave her. Although he had taken a lot from the stinky pirate before, it was all "borrowing", which was different from the nature of the thing in front of him.

   Lady Warden glanced at the jewel ring in her hand that would make any woman scream with excitement, and the corner of her mouth curled into a smile that disappeared in the next instant.

   said indifferently:

   "Do you think it's really good to give something as flashy as a female samurai? If you really want to give a gift, maybe a sharp dagger or sword I would prefer."

   "Why are you so busy?"

  Blake rolled his eyes and said in a vicious voice:

   "I'm going out in the afternoon, sleep by yourself tonight.

  You can run away, but if you are caught by me, you can think for yourself. In addition, we are going to Shadowmoon Valley in the next few days. Pack your clothes or something and go with me. "

   "When will you return my armor to me?"

   Maiev asked.

   Black shrugged and replied:

   "When the little devil in your heart that keeps tempting you to escape is killed by your own hands."

   After finishing speaking, the pirate strode out of the restaurant. His flaming bird was pecking at the window just now, waiting to fly with its master, and it would be even more screaming and circling around Black.

   The pet that looks so remarkably craved for attention.

   I have to say that the relationship between Black and the sky is really good, and once made a sturdy hunter like Rexxar a little jealous.

   After the pirates left, Maiev still didn't say much, she finished her meal very calmly in the manner of an elf lady, and cleaned up the dishes.

   But after she was done, Maiev's eyes fell on the big gem ring placed on the table.

   She looked at the fingers she was used to holding the sword, and after hesitating for a few seconds, she reached out to pick up the ring and put it on her slender fingers.

   "It's actually pretty, ma'am."

  Nasa's voice sounded behind Maiev, and the Warden's Adjutant said softly:

   "Actually I think Blake is right this time around, you've been a watchman too long, you don't have a private life of your own, maybe this is an opportunity, ma'am.

  Although I don't like that pirate, but... you also have the right to pursue happiness. If you really want, I can report your "accidental death" to the Elune Sisters.

   All sisters will bless you. "

"Ugh"

   Maiev stared at the jewelry ring on her finger and shook her head.

   She didn't say anything, just sighed and went back to the room to prepare clothes for the long journey.

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   On the other side, under the speed of the sky, Black quickly returned to Hellfire Fortress from Ashland, and as soon as he landed, he saw a group of centaurs migrating on the road of glory ahead.

  These savage and belligerent guys lined up in a queue, and some centaurs pulled the carriages, like a safari migration of a centaur clan.

  This team stretched from the Dark Portal to the temporary camp in front of Hellfire Fortress. It is conservatively estimated that there are at least a few thousand centaur mercenary soldiers.

   They wore very rudimentary armor and clan-style weapons, and they spoke rudely and loudly to each other, and from time to time a skirmish broke out.

   This is in stark contrast to the discipline of the elite warriors of the orc Kor'kron clan that marched with them.

   And the savage fighting spirit of the centaurs also caused the draenei vigilantes who were in charge of reception to look at each other.

   These **** with warhorse bodies, do you really know what enemy they are dealing with this time? It was the first time the draenei had seen someone so excited and belligerent when they knew they had to face a demon.

  Cultural differences are really amazing.

   "The good brothers from Chief Reid have finally arrived. Look at the high morale of the cannon fodder who volunteered to die. This is the best mercenary soldier.

  After the Battle of Shadowmoon Valley, the centaur mercenaries will definitely be famous, cheap and easy to use brothers! "

  Black stood on the flying platform of Hellfire Fortress and looked at the gathering of the army in front of him. He nodded with great satisfaction, and walked away, walking into the Broken Hall under the gaze of a group of death knights.

   As soon as he entered the door, Blake was stunned.

   "Yo, Captain, what are you doing standing there? Come, let's drink together!"

The plump Red was wearing the black plate armor that looked like a "body shaper", and was sitting "difficulty" on the chair prepared for ordinary orcs, holding a skull jug in his hand, and was talking with young orcs Thrall drink and chat.

   And seeing that Thrall is lying on the table, dizzy and full of alcohol, he must have been drinking a lot of alcohol by the old silver coin chief Red.

   But Reid's appearance was obviously not good. When he was "filling and drinking", he saw Blake appear, and he was immediately happy, and he beckoned the pirates to come and have fun with him.

   "What are you doing here?"

  Blake said in a stunned tone:

   "Shouldn't you be in charge of the overall situation in Black Rock Mountain? How dare you come here alone? You are not afraid that the orthodox tribe will split when you are not there?"

   "Don't be afraid, I have Eitrigg and my loyal 'Blackrock Three Warriors' watching."

  Reid waved his hand, stood up flatteringly, poured a glass of wine for Blake, and complained while touching the beard left on his chin:

   "But Captain, the Jade Lotus Gang you introduced to me this time is not a good thing. I ran to them to borrow money, and the cunning pandaren gave me a terrible interest.

   The goblins of the hot sand consortium in Gadgetzan were a little disgusted with the interest.

   It was the Prince of Hot Sand who paid for me, and I made a very successful business with him.

   He owns one-tenth of the loot in this battle, and he has to expand the business map of the Hot Sand Consortium to Draenor. Hey, I don't know what kind of money can be made in such a broken place?

   But I don't care if the goblin prince is willing to lose money.

   I hired 10,000 centaur mercenaries with the money he gave, and got 20,000 cannon fodder from the boars in Razor Heights. Now Ner'zhul can't scold me.

   I gave him ten times more warriors than he needed!

  I didn't even fear the risk, and personally brought the Kor'kron Guards to support my hometown with the honor of the great chief."

  The Great Chief laughed proudly, leaning on his dark hand warhammer, and said to Black:

"As soon as the news spreads, as long as it is a green skin with a little conscience, you must respectfully praise me 'The Great Chief is awesome'! Uh, speaking of this, I need to borrow the news channel of the Uncrowned, Captain. ."

  Reid blinked his eyes slyly and said:

   "As you taught me before, when you do good deeds, you must let others see it."

   "Yes, yes, this idea proves that you are already a very qualified warchief. There is nothing wrong with you except that you are fat and have no majesty."

  Blake also listened to the music.

   He picked up the wine glass and had a drink with Red, and then looked at the young orc Thrall who was already drunk and started talking nonsense beside him, raised his brows and said:

   "What do you think of this young man?"

   "Nothing to say about wisdom!"

  Reid drank the wine in his glass happily, glanced at Thrall, and said:

   "It's just a little naive. He became friends with Arthas Menethil, and he felt that he could replicate this friendship and dissolve hatred from other humans.

   But he still didn't realize the real problem.

   But young people, it’s all like this, it’s good to have experienced things.

   By the way, Captain, I am going to Nagrand tomorrow to visit Grandma Gaia, but I have a headache. "

  The Great Chief rubbed his head and looked at Black as if asking for help with a "I'm a fool, please help me" expression.

   he whispered:

"I want to pull the Mag'har orcs into the orthodox tribe. They are the last group of orthodox orcs in the orc civilization that have not been contaminated by demon blood, but as far as I know, the Mag'har orcs are the remnants of our old tribes. very disgusting.

   Even war heroes like Varok who personally recruit warriors are not successful. I heard that the Mag'hars over there call Varok a butcher and a lackey of the devil.

  You help me think of a way to get Grandma Gaia to agree to help me annex the Mag'hars? "

   "Are you trying to prostitute my dark wisdom again?"

  Black's expression instantly cooled down. He stared at the Great Chief with bad eyes, and Reid also cooperated with a trembling flattering expression.

   Pirate says:

   "This time, I won't be fooled by you again. Want an idea? No problem, bring the money! Everything is easy to say, my wisdom is very expensive, and I can't lose money with you."

   "But I really have no money."

  Reid cried out in despair:

   "I even borrowed the money from the mercenaries from the goblins. Boss, take pity on this pathetic green skin."

   This guy with no lower limit knelt on the ground with a thud, and hugged Black's leg with the strength of the wine. His snot and tears flowed out together, making the little fishmen beside Black who stole the wine and drank round his eyes.

   Good guy!

   You are so skinless and shameless that the murlocs are ashamed, my dear Warchief Red.

   "Get up! Get up! Damn it, your snot is on my boots! Asshole, I should have stabbed you to death!"

   Black cursed and kicked Red away. He was really angry, but after drinking a few sips of wine, Black sighed helplessly and looked at the actor Red, who lowered his head and wiped his tears.

   He found that he really had nothing to do with this hob meat.

kill him?

   Not really.

   And without Reid, there will be a frying pan at Blackrock Mountain in no time.

beat him?

   What is the use?

   This guy is showing no shame.

   And Red is a fighter, beating him will only make him more "happy".

   The most important thing is that Reid is a "veteran" who has followed Black all the way. Although he left the undead pirate early, his loyalty to Black has never changed.

   That alone is enough for Black to tolerate most of Red's behavior.

   Black sulked, and after a few minutes he whispered:

"come over!"

   Chief Reid, who was crying without tears, immediately lit up when he heard this, and quickly rushed to the side of the pirate, making a gesture of listening to the dark wisdom.

   "Next time you're like this, I'll really kill you."

  Blake cursed, then picked up his pipe, pointed at Thrall, and said in a low voice:

   "Take him back and let him act as a liaison between the orthodox tribe and Gaia's grandmother. By the way, the five orcs are now recruiting pirates there.

   They are the orthodox Mag'har, and here is your breakthrough.

   As for how to persuade the real pacifist of Grandma Gaia to support you, it is actually very simple. "

   The smelly pirate coughed and said:

   "Have you thought about who the next great chief of the orthodox tribe should be handed over?"

   "Uh, I was going to give it to my brother Maim."

  Reid scratched his head and said frankly:

   "But Maim said that the position was unlucky, and he didn't want to live or die, and he was happy doing what the Pirate King of Draenor did now, and he didn't want to be bound by that.

  My two unborn children, I don't plan to let them take over as the warchief. My father's affairs have cast a great shadow on me.

   This location is really not very good.

  I'm going to work for another ten years, and I'll choose to go back to Nagrand or to Tol Barad to live the rest of my life.

   As for the candidate for the next warchief, to tell you the truth, Captain, I don't want to control it, and I can't control it either. Drek'Thar and the Saurfang brothers, and even Eitrigg have their own recommendations.

  I plan to let them fight internally first, and the one who wins will be the warchief.

   Anyway, it has nothing to do with me, I just watch the fun. "

   "Okay! It's good if you have this heart."

  Black sneered, exhaled a smoke ring, and whispered in Red's ear:

"Just go and tell Grandma Gaiaan and all the Mag'har that the next Warchief will definitely be a Mag'har orc! Since the name is the orthodox tribe, it should be led by the purest orcs, right? "

   "Nazar"

  Red's eyes widened, and then there was a burst of ecstasy, but soon, the warchief realized a problem, he looked at the green-skinned orc Thrall who was drunk by him, and whispered to Black:

   "Drek'Thar and Eitrigg probably won't agree."

   "Why don't they agree?"

   Black snorted.

   picked up the Doomhammer that Thrall had placed at his feet and played with it in his hand. He raised his head and said to Red:

   "The Great Chief is the political leader, the Great Prophet is the spiritual leader, the Great Overseer is the war leader, and even the Pirate King can be the raid leader.

  Red, Red, who told you that a tribe can only have one leader?

   Don’t you just make cakes and don’t divide cakes? "

   (end of this chapter)