Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1309 59. Since it must be rescued, why not add some special effects?

  Maraad left angrily.

   But his last speech gave Ner'zhul hope. The old orc had met Velen secretly in Shattrath City before, and he knew that the Prophet Velen was willing to join forces with him to save the world.

   However, although the Prophet is the spiritual leader of the Draenei, the government of the Draenei is controlled by the Bishop Council, and such major events must be approved by the Archbishops.

   And Maraad, the military commander, has promised to convey the request, which is equivalent to Ner'zhul having dealt with the most difficult hawk faction.

   The advancement of this matter is a certainty.

   This made the old orc breathe a sigh of relief.

   He looked at Garona, who was very lost at this time, with a grateful look. Although he didn't understand what the orc female assassin and Maraad said just now, he was sure that Maraad's softening attitude must have something to do with Garona.

   "Oh, seeing the former orc leader so humble in order to save the world, I, a cold-blooded pirate, will be moved."

   Blake, who has been on the sidelines but didn't speak, stretched his back, and he shouted to the human paladins and mages in the crowd:

   "Hey, I said you guys, the blood feud between the draenei and the orcs can make such a decision, what are you guys still hesitating about?

   Is this what the Holy Light taught you?

Is that how Marshal Lothar guided you?

   Your performance really makes me feel ashamed for being a human being,"

   "Shut up, pirate!"

   Archmage Vargas with a purple wizard pointed hat turned his head and scolded:

   "We are discussing a major issue of the survival of the world, and you should not express your opinion at this time."

   "I think you deserve to be beaten."

  Blake replied coldly.

   He glanced at the silent guys in the crowd around him, he knew what these guys were hesitating about.

   Although Ner'zhul made his plan very clear, the old orc overlooked a rather crucial issue.

  Humans are not unwilling to help. They can come to Draenor to prove that they have the idea of ​​saving the world. Their only question is how successful it is.

   This kind of thinking also appears in the Quel'dorei elves and the Black Ravens.

   After all, the old orc's plans were risky.

  Although he didn't say it clearly, to conduct a large-scale elemental unblocking ceremony in Shadowmoon Valley, which is full of demons, it means that everyone will have to face the demons in a face-to-face contest.

   The frontal battlefield is different from the assassination before.

   This is a completely different nature.

   Not to mention, he didn't know whether Ner'zhul was confessing or being stupid. The old orc only said at the beginning that Kil'jaeden's eyes had fallen on the Draenor world.

   This is equivalent to saying that the opponent of the Azeroth expedition this time is the deceiver himself.

Tsk tsk, when the Defiler appeared in Dalaran in less than three minutes, it turned the entire Dalaran upside down, and now it is necessary to face the great demon of the same level as the Defiler, or the demon in Draenor has already taken the lead. in the world.

   No wonder these commanders are so hesitant.

   "So, it's up to me to talk about this from the beginning."

  Black went to the bonfire, stretched out his hand and pulled the old orc off the ground, and he said to Ner'zhul:

   "That's not the way to persuade others to help. You should explain your interests briefly at the beginning. These guys can get to this point, and everyone is a good person.

  You cannot just rely on emotional persuasion.

Come.

   Watch me perform next! "

  The smelly pirate gave Ner'zhul a "reassuring" look, he coughed a few times, and said to everyone in front of him:

   "Come on, come and see, I'll announce something!"

   All eyes naturally fell on the stinky pirate, and Maiev, who was sitting outside the crowd, also raised his head, showing interested eyes under his hood.

   She would like to see what kind of magical words this man who has been in a frequent and improper "mutual aid" relationship with her recently can say?

   "I know what you guys are worried about, so I'll give you a guarantee and a condition that you can't refuse."

  Black snorted, and took out a familiar thing from his hand.

   The elemental emblem of the lamp god.

  This thing has been popular all over Azeroth in the past half a year. From the elven villages of Darkshore to the downtown area of ​​Stratholme, people are everywhere holding this thing.

   And "the omnipotent lamp god" has also become a "shortcut" for many people to realize their dreams in life.

   It also includes many gambling dogs.

There are indeed many people who became rich overnight through transactions with the lamp god. The most legendary is a poor boy from the Kingdom of Stromgard. Relying on the three transactions with the lamp god, he not only married the daughter of the earl, inherited the earl's family property, but also Served as the mayor of the kingdom.

   It can be said that he has reached the pinnacle of his life.

  The story of the lucky boy inspired many people to find the Dengjin to make a deal.

   But the propaganda everywhere will not tell these greedy guys the truth is that the transaction of the lamp **** is extremely risky.

   In the past six months, according to Dalaran's statistics, at least 2,000 people have lost their lives due to various stupid wishes in the Eastern Continent alone.

   Therefore, although in the folk, the lamp **** Al Abbas is praised as a generous god, but in the orthodox spellcaster and high-level circles, the lamp **** is undoubtedly regarded as something like a "evil god".

   As far as Black knows, in Dalaran and Quel'Thalas, officials have come forward to ban the circulation of the lamp **** emblem, but there are not many private transactions.

   After all, the desire to have everything overnight cannot be suppressed.

   "What are you doing with this thing?"

  The Archmage Ansrem hates this kind of trickery that relies on mysticism, he said:

   "Although the Djinn is an elemental demigod, powerful enough to rival demons, it is bound to the elemental power of Azeroth, and it is not a good idea to summon it in Draenor."

   "Hey, the wisdom of stupid mages!"

   Black sneered:

   "Do you think I'm so good? Relying on a weak demigod to fight demons? Are you underestimating me? Shut up and listen."

After   , the pirate rubbed the emblem and quickly summoned the lamp god.

   But this time, Al Abbas didn't come empty-handed. The moment he appeared, he was holding an elemental holy blade with a strange shape like a large tuning fork in his wind element's claws.

The moment    this thing appeared, all the casters present let out a cry of surprise.

   Especially Kael'thas and Thessaly Black Crow, they both live in the fire of Sulfuras, and can easily perceive the elemental power from the same source as the original fire from this elemental holy blade.

   That is the primordial power of Azeroth!

   The unending wind.

   "Clang clang clang!"

  Blake made an exaggerated debut sound in his mouth, stretched out his hands to introduce the element holy blade in the hands of the lamp god, he said:

   "This holy blade will give birth to an elemental monarch who can replace Al'Akir the Wind Rider, and I intended to awaken His Highness Sunderland somewhere in Azeroth.

   But then I discovered that instead of exposing myself and risking revenge by the insane Al'Akir, it was better for His Highness Sunderland to respawn in a location unperceived by the Sky Wall.

   Therefore, I choose this elemental rescue battle in Draenor as the resurrection place of "Windseeker" Sunderland!

   Therefore, the demigods who will support the orcs to save the world are not one, but two! At the same time, because His Royal Highness Sunderland was born in the original wind of Azeroth, its power will not be attenuated by the boundaries of the world.

   It is the vanguard general in this elemental war!

   All you have to do is to clean up the battlefield for His Highness Sunderland, and don't let the demons interfere with its battle with the elemental echoes of Draenor.

  As long as you work hard and wait for His Royal Highness Sunderland to return to his loyal sky wall and replace the mad Alakir's position of the wind god, everyone present will be a 'servant from the dragon'! "

  The smelly pirate said eloquently:

   "His Royal Highness Sondland is notoriously generous.

  When the time comes, you will get the kindness of the new dynasty of the Sky Wall, what do you want? The most important thing is that you have helped His Highness Sunderland, and when the demons invade Azeroth in the future, His Highness Sunderland will definitely help you too!

Isn't    mutual help what our miserable world needs most?

   Hey, do you understand now?

   To help the orcs is to help yourselves.

   I’ve already mentioned this, if you still can’t make up your mind, then I really can’t do anything about it. "

  The crowd suddenly moved.

   But Prince Kael'thas said:

   "What about the deceiver? That's not an ordinary demon demigod. Once it really comes to Draenor, its power alone will be enough to dominate the battlefield."

"Do not worry."

  Black waved his hands indifferently and said:

   "Even if the fraudsters come, they won't trouble you. The sky is falling and there are tall people on the back. What are you afraid of?"

   "Between the Deceiver and the Prophet Velen, it is said that there are some irreconcilable contradictions."

   Seeing that other people couldn't understand what Blake meant, Prince Arthas, who was "Draenor Bai Xiaosheng", would explain to others in a low voice:

   "This is the news I heard in Shattrath City. Many draenei believe that the Deceiver is chasing them frantically, not only because of the Legion's orders, but also because the Deceiver hates his former brother for betraying him.

   So when the Deceiver comes to Draenor, he will also find the Prophet Velen first. Before the Prophet falls, the great demon will not be distracted by other things. "

   "Well, is that so?"

   Archmage Ansrem Luinvivor nodded with a chin.

   He and his companions looked at each other, and the risks they were worried about were eliminated one by one by the pirates, making the success rate of this matter seem to be increasing.

  Lord Ravencrest's icy eyes shone with thought.

   He would think about another thing.

  Before the exchange between Black and Illidan Stormrage, Illidan needed Black to find a portal or a demon battleship directly leading to Argus.

   The death knight grand lord looked at the excited Blake in front of him with a suspicious look. He was very suspicious that all this seemed to be controlled by the pirates.

   Even Ner'zhul by the pirates.

  This old orc is so desperate to save the world, and believes that his adventure is effective, this attitude is very likely to be inseparable from Black.

   But from what he knew, the last time Ner'zhul entered Azeroth was the Dalaran War, and that was almost a year ago.

   So, did Blake have predicted all of today's events a year ago and made all the adequate preparations in advance?

   All of this is in his plan, and is steadily advancing according to his design.

   How powerful is this **** prophet?

   "We join!"

  The great lord did not hesitate for a long time, then he leaned on his cold magic blade Apocalypse and said:

   "The Black Ravens will do their best to assist the Shadowmoon Clan and the Orcs in their release of the elements of the world, but we have a request that may offend everyone present, but I will say it anyway.

   All warriors who died in this battle, regardless of race or status, must join the Black Crows after the battle! "

"we agree."

  Ner'zhul was no longer concerned with the red tape.

   Anyway, the Shadowmoon clan also has a tradition of controlling the dead, so it is not unacceptable for the dead to fight for the world in another way.

   What time is this now?

  My life is almost gone, how can I take care of so much?

   “We can accept that too.”

  Prince Kael'thas stroked the world ring in his hand, and he whispered:

   "But the Black Ravens cannot actively promote this process. I mean it will only push you to the other side of the living."

   "The descendants of Dath Remar are truly amazing."

   Lord Ravencrest snorted and said sarcastically:

   "Your ancestor didn't dare to speak like that in front of me, but he would be proud of you, young man, he doesn't have such a dark mind as you."

   "That's because he never met you in such darkness, High Lord."

   Kaelthas hid a needle in the cotton and replied in a respectful tone.

   "The warriors sheltered by the Holy Light will not fall into depravity, and your evil aura is meaningless to the Paladins."

  The Great Knight Turalyan declared the majesty of the Holy Light with a stern face. He did not believe that the Paladins could be resurrected as undead after death in battle. He turned his head to look at the old orc Ner'zhul, and said in a deep voice:

   "We will also join this war, not because we like the orcs so much, but because the will of the Light makes us reluctant to give up this hopeful world.

   We claim that we stand for justice, and we will prove it with action!

   If the new age you proclaim does come, then Orcs, I hope to see you follow through on your promise to share this world with everyone who is entitled to it.

   This may be the second chance the merciful Light will give you.

   This is all for the will of the Holy Light! "

   "Thank you, thank you all."

  The old orc Ner'zhul saw that everyone in front of him had stood up to support his adventure, which made the orc, who had been full of pain and self-blame for the rest of his life, burst into tears at this moment.

  No one could guess his complicated mood at this time.

   But what is certain is that, at least for this moment, he holds the fleeting hope that Blake once predicted.

   "Then, after all the soldiers arrive, we'll start executing our plan!"

  The old orc wiped his eyes, pointed to the temple of Karabor in the distance, and said to everyone:

   "The evil place where the elemental spirits of Draenor are sealed is in the valley between the temple and this mountain, a land completely polluted by fel energy, called the 'Hand of Gul'dan'.

   We will fight to the end there! "

"and many more."

  Black put his hand on Ner'zhul's wrist and said:

   "What about the arakkoa of Spires of Arak? Aren't you going to bring them? You even want the ogres in Gorgrond, and these arakkoa are also good cannon fodder."

   "Not that I haven't tried it."

   Ner'zhul said helplessly:

   "The Fallen Arakkoa has their gods, the cunning one. It doesn't want to believe me, in fact it doesn't want to believe anyone, and no one can persuade it, because it doesn't listen at all."

   "Is Old Ansu so autistic at this time?"

  Blake said in surprise:

   "Well then, anyway, it will take a few days for the follow-up boar mercenaries to come, so I will go to the peaks of Arak personally, Hisaly Black Crow!"

"Um?"

   Miss Druid, who was suddenly named, suddenly raised her head, saw Blake hook her finger, and said:

   "You go with me."

"Um???"

   (end of this chapter)