Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 178 86. The child grows up and knows how to feel sorry for the elders, it's good

   "You seem to need some time to digest this news."

  The gunwale of the Nagfar, Black let out a long breath, and said:

   "I won't bother you, an orphan who finds his relatives, and enjoy the moment of mixed feelings in his heart.

   But please remember that no matter when, you can always trust your friend Blake Shaw, and in the future, when you need help most, don't forget that you have an omniscient but not omnipotent "prophet" friend. "

The    pirate blinked and waved goodbye to Garona, saying:

   "Ravenhold may find you soon. You can not join them, but you can contact me by borrowing their message channels, and finally, don't forget.

  You owe me a favor again, and favors always have to be repaid. When I call you, don’t say that you have something to do. "

   "Goodbye, Blake."

   Garona, who had a complicated expression, wanted to say goodbye to Blake seriously, but the parting news that the pirates gave her was really "exciting".

   made her mind cluttered and no longer in the mood to think about other things.

   stood up on the side of the boat, jumped off the boat docked next to him briskly, picked up the oars by himself, waved to Blake, and disappeared into the night and the shadow of the sea.

  The pirate watched her disappear, hummed the song Daughter of the Sea, and staggered back to the cabin, he wanted to sleep.

   Don't feel sad about parting.

  Between friends, there is always a day of goodbye.

   And in the captain's room, a guy was already waiting for him.

  Red Blackhand.

  “Shu”

  Black threw out the completely crystallized Gul'dan Heart on the table in front of Reid, sat down on his luxurious chair, and picked up the dwarf pipe at hand.

   As he filled it with tobacco, he said:

   "From the moment you step into Booty Bay tomorrow, the Black-toothed Smile Clan will no longer have the slightest relationship with the undead pirates. I will not interfere with what will happen after you return to the tribe.

   But I can give you a little advice.

   Do you want to listen? "

   "Of course, Captain."

  Reid smiled and carefully packed Gul'dan's heart into his suitcase. He wiped the elven gold coins hanging in front of his tube top, revealing a blue-faced and fangs smile, and said to Black:

   "My clan needs the help of your dark wisdom, please be sure to give me some more advice."

   "If you want more, you want to be beautiful."

   Black snorted, picked up a map of the Eastern Continent he had drawn from his hand, spread it out on the table, pointed to a place, and said to Red:

   "The decisive battle between the Alliance and the Horde will definitely take place here. The defeat of the Horde is inevitable. By the way, have you and your orcs felt weak recently?"

   "Huh? Weak?"

  Reid clenched his big fist and waved it suspiciously. He said:

   "I don't feel it.

   But what you said, it is true that since I left Zandalar, I have been feeling drowsy every day, always feeling very tired, and my heart is still empty. "

   "That's there."

  The pirate glanced at Red and said:

   "The demons of the Burning Legion have drawn away the power of the fel blood you drank, and the debilitation of the entire tribe is imminent. This thing is called 'Magic Blood', like a plague.

   It will take one step ahead of the Alliance and crush you.

   So you have to be prepared.

here!

   Look good, at this location, within the Black Rock Mountain, there is a dungeon controlled by the Dark Iron Dwarves. They hollowed out the entire Black Rock Mountain and built a huge city.

If the    alliance can’t conquer here, your clan can develop here in the future.

   Remember to accommodate more orcs when the tribe collapses, and then you can happily build your so-called 'orthodox tribe'.

   Have a good relationship with the dark iron dwarves. Although those dwarves are evil, their forging skills are no worse than their bronze-bearded brothers. You have the wealth you deserve, and it is not a problem to buy excellent armaments.

   By the way, help my fleet to get a good batch of armaments, especially muskets and artillery. I don’t want to buy from goblins. I don’t trust the things that ** merchants sell.

   The weapons produced by the dwarves can make me feel more at ease. "

   "But the Burning Steppes have no outlet to the sea."

  Reid glanced at the map and said:

   "How should I deliver the goods to you?"

"here!"

  Black pointed to the direction of the middle of the eastern continent and said:

   "The Badlands, there is a hidden seaport, controlled by goblins, called Meltinglight Town.

  I will keep a team of foxes there to do business, they will be your contact people.

  I will provide you with the investment funds you need in the early stage of the development of Black Rock Mountain. After you have established a firm foothold, I will cut off all contact with us, but I am not giving you money for nothing.

  You need to accommodate some capable scum or something. As the backup 'talent pool' of the undead fleet, I need enough cannon fodder, the more the better. "

"Um."

  Red nodded, he put away the map, put it in his arms, and said to Black again:

   "Captain, then I'll leave my younger brother to you, please take care of him. If my journey fails unfortunately, the Black Hand family will at least still have blood."

   "Compared to your brother, you should worry about yourself."

  Black exhaled a smoke ring, and the old **** said to Red:

   "I estimate that in a year or two at most, there will be a 'collaborator' who will come to you and talk to you about the ownership of the so-called 'King of Black Rock'. At that time, contact me immediately.

   In addition, I don't have a good solution for the devil blood thing.

   But I offer you an idea, you can try it out, the demon has pulled away your evil energy, and you can fill it with another kind of power.

   Coincidentally, the dark iron dwarves believe in a very extreme, quite explosive force, which is very suitable for you orcs.

   But don't get too deep into it.

  Alright, you can leave now, I won't send you off tomorrow. After getting ashore, keep a low profile. You can take the goblin boat and rush to meet your great chief. "

   "Okay, Captain."

  Reid stood up, slammed his fist into his chest, and treated Black as an orc courtesy, he said:

   "So, goodbye, Captain."

   After saying that, he strode away.

   After Reid left, Blake still couldn't fall asleep immediately, because there were still important things that had not been arranged.

   "First mate."

   Black called out.

   Pirate Dragon Seifer immediately appeared behind Black, and she made a gesture of listening to instructions.

   "After I leave in a while, you will set sail for Kul Tiras."

   Black said to his first mate:

   "The Nagfar is under your control for the time being, but the spirit of the ship will choose its own course, and the Knights of Creedon will guide you into the waters of Drustvar.

   You may need ten days in the past, and my albatross should have started to move.

   Transport those fine psychic oaks to the hold of the Nagfar, and it will automatically complete the replacement of the decaying hull. I don't know how long this process will take.

   But after you are done, immediately return to the Eastern Continent to join me.

  By the way, you can help my albatross and remove the unstable factors in that dark mountain, I think, you should know what I mean. "

"Know."

  Sefir patted his chest and said:

   "Isn't it the group of poisonous witches who hide their heads and show their tails, and can't stand on the stage, a group of crumbs, it's very easy to deal with, maybe there will be another crew on the Nagfar.

   Captain, don't worry.

  Is there anything else to warn you? "

  Black thought for a while, and told Sefir:

   "Don't go near Stormsong Valley, where there is darkness that bronze dragons like you don't know about. You should know that as long as the high-level powers related to the void are not bound by the rules of time.

   So, don't mess with them.

  If you encounter the tidesages of the Church of the Storms, hide if you can. At this stage, it is not suitable to have too much contact with them. Be careful when traveling in the Drustwa Mountains.

   Don't provoke the two wilderness demigods that are active there, as well as the Great Jing Whisperer who lives in seclusion there. "

"Ok, no problem."

  Sefir nodded, made a pirate's courtesy to Black, and disappeared into the captain's room excitedly.

   On the other hand, Black touched his wet cabin wall with a nostalgic feeling. He closed his eyes and re-perceived the invisible spirit body that existed in the ship.

   The latter was already somewhat familiar with him.

   is no longer dodging as before.

   "Look, I have arranged the first upgrade for you."

  The pirate said to the invisible ship spirit entrenched around him:

   "I know that with those psychic oaks from Drustvar, you can't get a qualitative improvement, but I can't do better now, so you can make do with it.

   After the Eastern Continent is over, I will go to Kalimdor sometime.

  The best magic oak in the world of Azeroth is in the hands of the night elf druids. If you can get some top oak from them, your upgrade will be smoother.

   As for the keel thing.

   I don't have time to run to Northrend waters right now, so just bear with me for a while, okay? "

   Ship Spirit did not answer.

   It seemed silent.

   But it didn't refuse either, which is a good sign for a pirate, he grinned and said:

   "I hope that after your first upgrade is completed, the relationship between us can improve a little, at least open up a little more authority to me. You are a legendary warship after all.

  I can't wait to see how you look when you are driving across the sea. "

  The Ship Spirit was still silent, but in the next moment, it sent some information to Black for the first time. The pirate closed his eyes, listened carefully, nodded, and said:

   "I know, Hela won't let me go.

   But for the next period of time, I will spend it on land, which is not her domain. As for the Shadow Val'kyr that may be sent, I don't have a particularly good idea.

Um? What?

  You are afraid that I will die, so you want to give me something? How funny is this? Where is that thing? "

   After a few seconds, under the prompt given by the ship's spirit, the pirate quickly walked into the dark and cold cabin of the Nagfar. Guided by the perception in his mind, he opened a closed cabin.

   In a pile of stinky debris entwined with seaweed, he turned to a very simple, gray-white surface covered with scratches on a large round shield.

  This thing is a one-handed shield used by vrykul warriors, but those half-giant one-handed shields, when placed in the hands of a human like Black, become a full-body shield.

  Its weathered surface is engraved with some vague reliefs that have long since become blurred in time. On the reliefs, there is an epic description of a golden giant holding a large shield and lightning in his hand.

  Black held the heavy shield in his hand.

   But unexpectedly, it was not as heavy as I thought.

  In the equipment column of the character card, the entry for this round shield also appeared, and a touch of orange with a slight red light illuminated Black's eyes.

  Let his mood be like a roller coaster at this moment, and it suddenly reached its peak.

   He carefully looked at the entry on the round shield, turned his head and said to the invisible ship spirit:

   "I knew that sincere efforts will always pay off. I really didn't hurt you in vain. You will definitely be a good boy in the future."

   (end of this chapter)