Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1307 57. The Eve of the Storm

   "Head Chief Red is really good at drinking. I was dragged by him. At first, I said that I would not meet for a long time for a drink, but when he took out two barrels of wine, I knew that something was wrong.

   But it was too late for me to refuse at that time. His argument for persuading alcohol is really a set of sets, and it is impossible to prevent it. "

  Two days later, on the way from Hellfire Peninsula through the hills of Talador to Shadowmoon Valley, Thrall, a young orc riding on the saddle of a snow-white Frost Wolf, rubbed his forehead haggard.

   Even though it has been delayed for two days, but he still has a bad feeling of hangover, he complained to Alsace who was riding a horse next to him:

   "These old orcs are really too cunning, I feel that the fish in the water can't drink him, and I don't know what ingredients are added to the wine. After drinking, my head hurts when I wake up.

   It's like getting into a fight with a clefthoof after getting drunk. Have you ever felt this way? "

   "Uh, no."

   Arthas pouted, and while looking around vigilantly, guarding against the arakkoa robbers who might rush out, he whispered to Thrall:

   "You know me, I used to be a Paladin apprentice, and drinking alcohol is strictly forbidden until I become an adult. I still drank a few glasses of strong wine before participating in the Trial of the Swordmaster of the Burning Blade Clan, and it tasted terrible.

   However, your Warchief Reid is so fat. I saw him take off from Hellfire Citadel riding a wyvern before, but the wyvern tame by the Mok'Natha clan actually couldn't fly.

   It's like a crow with a pig on it uh, I don't mean anything else, but he really doesn't look like an orc warrior should be. "

   "If you spend a year or two every day, you will be the same size."

  Saar complained:

   "I was in Blackrock Spire for a while, and the Horde warriors under Warchief Reid had a hard time, but he was already an alcoholic.

   Now I heard that their food is finally enough to eat, the life of the great chief must be a different enjoyment.

   He really **** in every way.

I heard that this is because he had been a pirate for a period of time, and it is a habit of all five poisons, but I also have to admit that Chief Reid is really good at material management and diplomacy, and he is also a good businessman. Handy.

   He can feed so many orcs in Blackrock Mountain, all by himself.

  Elder Drek'Thar also told me that Chief Raid should not be underestimated. He said that a chieftain who can make the orcs eat and drink is the most qualified chieftain.

   The orcs who already hate war would not think about overthrowing such a leader. "

   The young orc sighed and said to Arthas;

   "You are a prince who has experienced orc wars. You should know that during the time of the Orgrim Warchief, the orcs relied on looting to eat.

   I sometimes even have the idea that if it was Red who became the first warchief instead of his father, Blackhand, maybe we orcs wouldn't have to invade Azeroth. "

   "Then you are thinking wrong."

  Alsace scoffs at this naive view, saying:

   "The spy leader of the Storm Kingdom, Lord Shaw, once told me that a large part of the reason Red was able to gain a foothold in Blackrock Mountain was due to the covert help of the undead pirates.

   His personal ability is not the main factor.

  I've heard stories of the old Horde in my travels in Draenor, and it's not so much that the first warchief was Blackhand, but that he was just a puppet of Gul'dan.

   If a guy like Reid became the warchief at that time, he might have been secretly murdered by Gul'dan.

   Orgrim is so brave and cunning, didn't he choose to lie dormant and wait for the opportunity in that situation? "

   "That's what you said."

   Thrall nodded and admitted Arthas' statement.

   But soon they ran out of time to chat, and were each called by their chief officer to help organize military affairs.

  The draenei invited the Azeroth Expeditionary Force to support the front in Shadowmoon Valley, so the legions of Hellfire Citadel almost came out.

  The Centaur mercenaries and the Kor'kron Guards were in the front, while the Brotherhood of Iron Horses and the Paladins were in the rear, and they were separated by the death knights of the Black Crows to prevent the two sides from clashing again.

   Just in the past two days of being stationed in Hellfire Citadel, humans and orcs have almost knocked out the brains of dogs.

Most of the    Brotherhood of Iron Horses are veterans who have participated in the Orc War completely, and they are also die-hard loyalists of Marshal Lothar, and their strength is beyond words.

   The Kor'kron Guards on the Orc side are also elite warriors dedicated to defending the Great Chief. They are a group of old knives with the strongest fighting power of the Blackrock Mountain orthodox tribes.

   Even if they were unarmed without weapons, once they fought, it would be a very terrifying scene.

   Even though Grand Knight Turalyon and Overseer Brox repeatedly asked their subordinates not to fight privately, they couldn't stand the old feud between the veterans and they were about to fight when they almost met.

   As a result, in just two days, the Black Crows had nearly twenty more "recruits".

   Lord Ravencrest was probably the only one who benefited from these conflicts. Whether it was a human veteran or an orc veteran, as long as it was a guy who was killed, he took it all.

   These **** with rich combat experience are very determined to fight, so they only need a little infusion of death aura to become extremely qualified death knight elites.

   This led to the fact that when the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse and Kor'kron fought privately, the elven death knights who stood guard in Hellfire Fortress basically turned a blind eye.

   There are even some cunning Sarain elves who are secretly fighting, so that they can fight harder, so as to add "fresh blood" to the warband.

   This is also the reason why the three parties decided to set off for Shadowmoon Valley immediately after two days of rest.

   Can't drag it any longer!

   If humans and orcs continue to stay in Hellfire Citadel, then before the demons kill them, they will have a large-scale fight with each other.

   In the middle of this long marching procession, among a group of elf death knights riding ghostly night saber leopards, there were several very conspicuous black carriages, all of which were led by the violent **** horses.

   These carriages are filled with spellcasters from various forces, from front to back are the Quel'dorei elves, Dalaran mages, and the druids of the Cenarion Expedition.

  The last car is special, it has the emblem of the undead pirate on it.

   "Really, what's the hurry, I'm still waiting to see the fun."

   The smelly pirate Blake who was sitting in the carriage was biting the apple and complained to Maiev opposite him very unhappily:

   "I've already heard that the Brotherhood of Iron Horses is secretly working together to set fire to the camp of the orcs tonight and burn all the greenskins to death.

   And there are some radicals in Kor'kron who have the same idea.

   There will definitely be an amazing fight tonight, and I've been secretly opening my bets to predict who will win.

   As a result, these **** ordered the march before the conflict broke out. Bah, my expectations were completely blinded. You see, Lord Ravencrest is also very disappointed.

   As far as I know, the death knights have secretly prepared several sewing rooms, and they must have heard the news, and are gearing up to recruit a new batch of recruits.

   The result is now complete.

  There is no fun to watch, and the people of the fun are very angry! "

   "Captain, your idea is wrong!"

   Zhou Zhuo, a travel scholar who stayed up late last night to sort out his papers, immediately rubbed his eyes and corrected after hearing Blake's words that the world would not be in chaos.

   "Everyone is here for the great cause of fighting against the devil. In this world full of crisis, we should cooperate sincerely. If everyone only remembers personal grudges, then this battle will not be needed."

   "Well said, you great roll with peace in mind."

  The pirate gave Zhou Zhuo a thumbs up, and then extended his voice and said:

   "Then go and tell them these truths, and see if those red-eyed humans and orcs will listen? It's not like you don't know the grievances between the two races, it's been less than two years since the end of the orc war.

   Hate is still hot. "

   "They'll be united."

   Maiev, who was piled on the sofa on the other side of the carriage, shook his head and said:

   "They entered Draenor just as the demons were shrinking, and they didn't realize what kind of opponent they were up against.

   In Shadowmoon Valley, where there are many demons, their failure to cooperate is only a dead end, and the hatred that is now being preached is meaningless in that situation.

   It's not even a question of whether they want it or not. "

   "I hope so."

   Black snorted and said something in a lazy tone.

   Looking out of the car window, he could see that Arthas was riding a horse back to pass the news between the army formations on both sides. This little prince, who greatly admired Marshal Lothar, had just been appointed as the battle captain of the Brotherhood of Iron Horses.

   He is excited now.

On the top of the military formation, there are also draenei spirit dragon knights who cooperated with the Druids who turned into storm crows to scout around. This marching route is not safe. In the current Talador, castings are everywhere Demon camp.

   And the Shadowmoon orcs commanded by Ner'zhul are now entrenched in the mountains bordering Shadowmoon Valley and Spires of Arak, the territory of the fallen arakkoa.

  The demons are hateful, but the fallen arakkoa who use dark sorcery are also not good things.

   "Captain, I ask you a private matter, don't mind."

  Zhou Zhuo suddenly whispered something.

   Blake, who was closing his eyes after eating the apple, raised his eyebrows and said:

   "If you have something to ask, you are not an outsider, but I won't answer what you shouldn't know."

   "I just asked casually."

   Pandaren smiled and whispered:

"What's your relationship with that Black Raven Arch Druid? When I was watching the landscape sketch on the high platform of Hellfire Fortress yesterday, I accidentally saw her wandering in front of your room for a long time, but she didn't knock on the door in the end. But left feeling depressed."

"Um?"

   Hearing this question, Black and Maiev snorted at the same time, they looked at Zhou Zhuo with strange eyes, and asked in unison:

   "When did you see her?"

   "Uh, it's like noon? Right after dinner."

   Pandaren said in surprise:

   "Is there a problem with this time?"

  The stinky pirate and the warden looked at each other, and both saw the embarrassment in each other's eyes. Wasn't it the time for the two of them to "love and help each other" just after lunch yesterday?

   Damn!

   I didn't even notice anyone outside the door. It seems that Miss Hisaly Black Crow's aura concealment skills improved very quickly after she became the Grand Druid.

   "I have nothing to do with her, at least not what you think."

  The smelly pirate replied with a gloomy face:

   "It was a distorted relationship, she approached me with purpose, and I also made some mistakes due to the guidance of dark thinking, but fortunately, I corrected it in time and no troubles were caused.

   Now she and I are um, very familiar old friends? "

   "But the more you say that, the more curious I get."

   Zhou Zhuo squeezed his eyes, bumped Blake with his shoulder, and said:

   "Everyone knows that you are a romantic pirate. In fact, you don't have to hide it like this, and I won't talk about it everywhere."

"You bastard."

  The pirate's forehead burst into blue veins, and he squeezed his fist to teach the gossip Pandaren Lorewalker a lesson, but Maiev suddenly said in a calm tone:

   "What he said is true, there is innocence between him and the little black crow girl, he tried to tame the excellent Druid Thesari Black Crow as a pet, and he did it.

   But he gave up voluntarily. "

  “!!”

   Zhou Zhuo rounded his black and white eyes and exclaimed:

   "Is it so exciting? It's much darker than I thought, I thought"

   "What do you think?"

  Black said to Zhou Zhuo in a tone of "one more sentence and you will die":

   "I warn you, don't put this on your scroll!

   Or I'll throw the papers you've worked so hard to put together one by one in the nooks and crannies of Draenor, and it will take you at least five years to get them all back together! "

   In the face of this vicious threat, the Pandaren Lorewalker instantly shut up.

   This cowardly attitude made the little fishman sitting on the ground laugh out loud. It was really embarrassing to laugh at this fat panda!

  Counsel pack one.

   As a result, he was teleported over by Black's gaze, and the gloomy gaze made the little murloc silent for a moment. He didn't turn his head to cover his ears, indicating that he didn't hear anything.

   In such a bad atmosphere, at midnight that day, the front of the marching team finally entered the mountainous area currently controlled by the Shadowmoon clan. The old orc Ner'zhul personally led his clan to welcome the reinforcements at the border.

   The reconvened orcs cheered when they saw the appearance of the mighty Kor'kron Guard, but Ner'zhul was more concerned about the numerous centaurs and boars.

   This filled the hazy eyes of the old orc with the weird white ghost face painted on his face.

   So many alien cannon fodder.

   That's great, enough for him to unleash a menacing raid to complete his "big plan" that's been in the works for over a year.

   "I heard from the Djinn that you transformed yourself into a half-elemental creature."

   Amid the cheers, Black quietly appeared in the shadow behind the old orc Ner'zhul. He looked at the old shaman who looked no different from the past, and said in a low voice:

   "I also know that you want to unleash the sealed elemental spirits on Draenor, but the path you choose is slightly different from the future I predicted.

  So, Ner'zhul, what are you going to do? "

   "I'm ready to sacrifice."

  The hunched old orc did not hide his plans, he said hoarsely:

   "A terrible sacrifice to make up for the mistakes of the first half of my life, not only to unleash the elemental spirits of Draenor, but to bring them into an age of power never before seen.

   I destroyed this world with my own hands, and I will save it with my own hands.

   As you prophesied for me, Prophet.

   I have to make a painful choice sooner or later, and I can't wait. "

   (end of this chapter)