Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1345 95. The King of Outland is visiting his loyal dark temple today

   "The orthodox tribe is still stationed in Blackrock Mountain. Brox Saurfang is our Kor'kron Overseer, and his remains should be returned to Blackrock Mountain for burial!

  Otherwise my soldiers will say that I, the warchief, are incompetent!

   They will spread gossip that I, the waste chief, can't even bring back the heroes of our orthodox tribe! "

   The fat Great Chief Reid leaned on the hand of darkness at the gate of Karabor Temple, and scolded Drek'Thar and the other orc shamans:

   "This is not only because the orthodox tribe also remembers the passing of heroes, but also has a more realistic meaning!

  Brox supported my great idea while he was alive, we want all orcs to return to their homeland.

   Draenor has entered recovery now, and it also means that the great ideals of the orthodox tribes must be put into practice. It is really at this time that the existence of Brox is needed to give confidence to the orcs!

   Elder Drek'Thar, you have also lived in Blackrock Mountain, and you should know that many veterans are afraid of their hometown.

   They, like you, feel guilty about their hometown.

   I need to bring Blox back to Blackrock Mountain to stabilize hearts and encourage our people with his heroic and legendary stories. "

   "That's right."

   Draenor Pirate Lord Maim also spoke to his brother.

   However, the angle of his opinion is more tricky, he said:

   "Almost all of Overseer Brox's friends have died in the war, and the remains of those brave warriors lie dormant in the cemetery of Blackrock Mountain, and if Overseer Izumi knew about it, he would also like to stay with his old comrades.

   Besides, we are not forbidding the heroic soul of Overseer Brox to return to his hometown!

   When the orthodox tribe returns to Draenor, the bones of those heroic spirits will be brought back with us, and there is no rush for these few years. "

   "Azeroth is not our home!"

Young Master Roar, who was following Elder Drek'Thar, would still have red eyes. As an excellent warrior, he could empathize with the sacrifices made by Brox, and naturally he disagreed with Chief Red's kind. The act of showing off a hero.

   he shouted:

   "If Overseer Brox could still speak, he would definitely not want to go back to the world that made him sad. He would be willing to go home."

   "Saurfang's home in Gorgrond's ancestral land is long gone! It's full of bugs now, do you want him to expose his corpse to the wilderness?"

  Reid's eyes widened, and the Great Chief, who had passed through a life and death, also had a ferocious aura. He raised his legs and kicked the young warrior, but the kick was empty.

   then cursed:

   "Sir, don't intervene! Your father is not dead yet, and the Warsong clan is not your representative!"

After    finished speaking, the Great Chief looked at the silent Elder Frostwolf again, he looked left and right and said in a low voice:

   "I know it's a political imperative, and it's a bit of an insult to Brox's glory, but we're talking about the future of so many people stranded on Azeroth.

  If Brox's coffin stayed in Blackrock Mountain, and there were so many humans publicizing his great deeds, our voices would be louder when discussing with those human kingdoms to release orc prisoners.

   Elder Drek'Thar, this is all for the sake of the clan.

   You wouldn’t be naive enough to think that everyone faces the threat of demons, so humans will unconditionally release our clansmen who have been imprisoned for more than two years, right?

  If Trigg was here, I'm sure he would support me. "

   Hearing the Warchief's confidence, Elder Drek'Thar was a little hesitant.

   In terms of reason and reason, Reid could not refute this reason.

  Now there are shelters for orcs in all the kingdoms of the Eastern Continent. Except for the Gilneas who sold the orc prisoners to Nar'Thalas Academy as coolies, the orc prisoners of other kingdoms are all being held there.

   Under the hatred accumulated in the past seven years of war, it is really not easy to convince humans to let people go, and this time Brocks sacrificed to save the world is just a breakthrough.

   At least there is a wave of goodwill on the Church of Holy Light.

   "Whatever you say, I just don't agree!"

   The young man grinned and complained:

   "My old man will die sooner or later. That bad old man can't even wield an axe now. He won't live for long. I'll be Warsong Warchief in the future. If I say no, I can't!"

   "No, Garrosh, the warchief may be right this time."

   As Brox's nephew, Dranosh was sad but still thinking calmly. He pulled Young Roar by the wrist and said to him:

   "We really have to think about those who are still in custody, this time is a good opportunity."

   "That's right."

  The young orc Thrall also persuaded:

   "If Overseer Brox is still alive, he will agree to this choice that is beneficial to the clan, and I don't think we have said anything about it!"

   Thrall looked at Varok Saurfang, who had been silent, and said:

   "Warlock Warlock is the one who can call the shots."

   In the next moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Varok, the same old orc stroking his brother's wooden coffin silently.

   After a few seconds, he said:

   "Go back to Azeroth!

  My brother has always fulfilled the wishes of the Orgrim Warchief, and the final order given to him by the Warchief is to help the people as much as possible.

  Reid is right, the Saurfang family's domain has long been destroyed by war, and I don't want my brother to stay in the wilderness until the ancestral land is rebuilt.

   But he will eventually come back to his hometown.

   Back to the simple and magnificent hometown in his memory. "

   "Of course, I promise!"

  Reid grinned, clenched his fists and patted his chest. After everything was negotiated, Reid, as the representative of the orcs, went to discuss with the humans about the orc prisoners of war.

   He walked to the human settlement of the Dark Temple, and after walking through a corridor, he saw a smelly pirate smoking a pipe by the corridor.

  Red looked left and right, walked over, and whispered to Black:

   "It's done, Captain.

   It took a while to convince them, but it turned out good. But I don't know what's the point of you wanting me to bring Overseer Brox back to Azeroth?

  He died like a hero, and even if I don't like the guy who misses Orgrim, I have to admit that he was indeed a great man.

   Do you have any plans for his fate? "

   "Don't ask more."

  The pirate exhaled a smoke ring, glanced at Red, and said:

   "Because Brocks is a hero, he can't fall here. His story just ushered in a small peak. Do you think he is so powerful that a warrior who can slash gods will be stopped by mere death?"

   Hearing what Black said, Reid was startled.

  The Great Chief is not as stupid as he looks. He immediately realized one thing. He looked at the stinky pirate in horror and pleaded:

   "You can't do this, Captain, you'll provoke the anger of all the orcs! Me and Maim won't be able to suppress it."

   "What are you afraid of?"

   Black pouted and said:

   "I have my own plans. Go ahead and do your own thing. When the time comes, you can adapt to the situation and take yourself out, understand?"

"Um."

  Reid nodded.

   He wanted to persuade the stinky pirate, but after thinking about it, he finally turned around and left without saying a word.

  The pirate watched Chief Reid walk away, he rubbed his hands, and his face showed an expression of anticipation and eagerness to try.

Now everyone is binge drinking of joy, soldiers after a war use this indulgence to relax their tense minds, after all, a world has been saved, this is a real good thing, no amount of pleasure can be overstated .

  Tonight's Karabor Temple is destined to be a sea of ​​joy, and we all know that when everyone is having a good time, they always let their guard down to leave a space for some saboteurs to be exploited.

   "My dear elders, get ready."

   Black said in Will:

   "We'll do it tonight, and if all goes well, we'll be done before they react."

   "I don't think everything will go well."

   Xalatas whispered:

   "Don't forget the vengeful Nathrezim, you ruined their plans, they won't let it go, I suspect there are at least a few hundred dreadlords hiding in the crowd right now.

   They are waiting for your action to start, then surprise you like you did them! "

   "Dreadlord?"

   Black sneered and said:

   "Don't think about leaving if they dare to appear here. The current Karabor Temple is not the place where the defenses were loose before. Let's go and see our 'King of Outland'."

  The pirate adjusted his clothes, dissipated the alcohol, and disappeared in place. Soon he walked through the "staff channel" shaped by the huge magic steel chain connecting the ground and the temple dome all the way to the top of the dark temple.

   In the past not long ago, Black slaughtered the upper demon Kazzak here. Today’s dome still has traces of that day’s battle. The ground corroded by demon blood is full of potholes and looks very ugly.

   But it did not affect the good mood of the Illidari who were gathering here.

   They can't see these stains anyway, so they just pretend they don't exist.

   "My evil and powerful master, why did you come here?"

As soon as Black appeared, the charming Shivara demon witch, Mistress Shahras, hurried over. Her body was trembling. After all, staying with a blind man whose mission and pleasure was to hunt demons made her very vulnerable. sense of security.

  The stinky pirate is her only reliance here.

   This Shivara demon who knows how to serve people is also very winking. When approaching Black, he held the smashed head of Soul Hunter Imonar with six hands as a gift.

   But Black, who is very demanding of collectibles, glanced at the broken head and lost interest. He is known as a collector of Azeroth! Such a low quality skull would seriously spoil the quality of his collection.

   "You keep it for yourself."

  Black waved his hand and threw a demon contract to Shahras, saying:

   "This is not bad, so from today onwards, you are my contract demon, and you will walk sideways in Draenor from now on, and no one will dare to bully you."

   "Thanks to the master of all evil."

  Shaheras ripped open the scroll without hesitation, dripped his own demon blood, and made the contract established. It was not until she was reversely strengthened by Black's void magic that the timid Shivara demon had some confidence.

   Feeling that he has someone who supports him, this guy becomes flamboyant even when he walks.

   even planned to provoke the surrounding demon hunters who were "looking" at her. It can only be said that she is indeed a demon witch who fears that the world will not be in chaos. She is really professional in sowing discord.

   "Master, let's get out of this ghost place quickly."

  Mother Shahras was lying beside Black's ear, licking her tongue and whispering:

   "It's uncomfortable to be with these blind men. Let's find a good place and let me show you my 'ability'."

   "Very well, such an aggressive demon like you is rare now. I just need your excellent ability to serve me."

  Black snapped his fingers and said something to Shahras behind him.

  The Demon Witch hesitated for a moment, then whispered:

   "Is it right here? Although they are all blind, you are really sure to be in front of so many people. I don't care, this is really exciting, but"

   "Enough! You filthy devil full of brains!"

  The pirate scolded:

   "We're doing business!"

   "Ah, are you doing business?"

  Shaheras pulled up the robe she had already taken off halfway in disappointment, and she whispered:

   "I thought I was going to have fun."

   "Hey, Illidan!"

  Black no longer wanted to pay attention to this female demon whose brain was burned by lust. He called out to Illidan Stormrage, who was squatting on the edge of the dome of Karabor Temple with a domineering and sad posture.

   The latter immediately put away a small yellow flower in his hand like a magic trick, coughed a few times and stood up, looking back at Blake with a "cool cover" attitude.

   "I got you an adjutant!"

   Pirates are also welcome.

   pointed to Mistress Shahras, who was trembling with fear behind him, and said to Illidan Stormrage:

   "She is very familiar with this temple, and she has a way to help you summon some obedient demons to serve you in the Twisting Void, and she will be stationed in Illidari as the liaison officer between you and me.

   If there is any important news, I will let her tell you.

   In addition, this Karabor Temple will be handed over to the local Ashtongue Deathsworn and some draenei vigilantes to jointly manage, so we will adopt our model in Hellfire Citadel, and you will demarcate the control area yourself.

is that OK? "

   "How did you know that I was going to use this temple as my base camp?"

   Illidan sneered and said:

   "Maybe I want to go back to Azeroth to develop?"

   "Of course you can go back, no one will stop you."

  Black rolled his eyes and said:

   "Anyway, the Kaldorei's anti-magic coalition has been reorganized, and High Priest Tyrande is the nominal leader. You will inevitably have to deal with her when you go back.

   You'll be excited, right? After all, a sour secret love is the most beautiful and purest feeling. "

   "You are so annoying!"

   Illidan gritted his teeth and said these words, tacitly agreeing that he would stay in Draenor to meet the challenges of the demons, the pirate laughed, waved his hands and said:

   "Don't be angry, I have good news to tell you, when I go back to Azeroth to connect in series, there will be powerful reinforcements coming to support you all on Argus together.

  The next battle is to be fought on the devil's territory. "

"yes?"

   Brother Egg immediately grinned when he heard the news, obviously he was very interested in things.

   he asked:

   "You said a very powerful reinforcement, how powerful?"

   "My two lieutenants are two Titan guardian demigods. How strong do you think the reinforcements are? As long as Aggramar doesn't take action, they will count us and the cannon fodder that may appear!

   We can flatten the entire Argus! "

  The pirate snorted triumphantly, looking high-spirited. His words made Illidan even more satisfied. Who wouldn't want such an ally?

   "I left a group of Naga in Zangarhai. I heard that they are developing well. You can send someone to contact them."

  The pirates warned again:

"I have a little friendship with Ms. Vashj, she will sell me this face, and the Shatterers of the Ashtongue Death Oath, you have already conquered the Kroku of Argus, and then you should ally with Akama. It's easy.

   In short, train a group of troops as much as possible, Illidan, when we board Argus, we still need you as a 'guide' to lead the way.

   Also, help me keep an eye on the Legion of the Light, I doubt they will also be in touch with the draenei in Draenor, you've been in contact with them, you know how annoying they are.

  Zera's 'Holy Light Idiot' has been thinking about you 'Fel Energy Old Bacon'.

   So, if you really find their whereabouts, send a message to my local pirate king, and he will take care of it.

Oh, right. "

   Black said casually:

   "There seems to be some nasty dread lords hiding in this temple now, ready to do things in secret."

"yes?"

  Illidan licked his lips and said:

   "Leave it to me. Are you going back? Don't you ask me about 10,000 years ago?"

   "No need."

  Blake waved his hand and said casually:

   "The future I don't want the present me to know that there must be his reasons for this, and no one understands me better than me, and I will naturally follow the advice I left to myself.

   Also, tonight might be a bit noisy, I'm going to choose some unique way of 'hedging'.

   I hope your sleep quality is good enough.

  If you hear someone shouting 'Help', don't come out to join in the fun, lest you get blood splattered all over your body and it won't end well. "

   (end of this chapter)