Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 201 20. Hometown Revisit

  In the southeast of Hillsbrad Hills, near the castle of Dangalok where the dwarves guarded, Black was riding behind the **** warhorse he summoned, leisurely marching towards the castle on the hill.

   Behind him Moros rode an undead warhorse fetched from Karazhan's stables.

  These poor horses did not escape the "Karazhan Massacre" six years ago, and were transformed into decaying undead forms with only skeletons left overnight.

   But in front of them, they were all bred war horses bred by Medivh, so they maintained a rather mighty stance even after they died.

  The hunter Atumen clothed them with silk robes and saddled them so that they could perform their duties as vehicles again.

   As for the addition of Moros, it was a pleasant surprise.

  Black originally thought that this loyal undead steward would go to Kalimdor with the old mistress and the little master to go to seclusion, but Aegwynn seemed to really make up his mind to take Midean into seclusion outside the world.

   When she left, she didn't see Blake, and naturally she wouldn't bring extra people with her.

   Karazhan was abandoned last night.

   With nowhere to go, Moros, after spending some time thinking and saying goodbye to his new little master, joined Black and became his personal butler.

   Of course, this is also because of Blake's own status.

   Serving a prince and the crown prince is not a disgrace to Moros’s extremely high-profile professional experience.

   As for tonight, Blake will take some time to visit the old friends of the dwarves in Dangarok Castle, and by the way, ask them about the latest situation in the hills and the northern border.

   "What do you think about the war between the Alliance and the Horde?"

  Blake, who was on his horse, turned his head and asked. Moros, who was riding the undead war horse with grace, replied dignifiedly:

   "Sir, I'm just a housekeeper."

   "My whole time is devoted to managing the daily life of the master and fulfilling the master's orders. I have no extra energy or interest to pay attention to a war that has nothing to do with me.

   Unless the discussion of war puts my master in a good mood. "

"All right."

  Blake pouted and said:

   "That's true.

  Since six years ago, you have had nothing to do with the rest of the world, but listen to my advice, Moros, my steward, the world is about to change.

  After the war, there may be a period of peace, but that is just the middle of the next war, and you should pay more attention to this world.

   I also need an intelligence officer who can share my worries. "

   "Okay, sir."

  Moros took out a small notebook and recorded the request on it. He nodded and said:

   "I'll put some effort into this."

   "So, are you interested in joining Ravenholdt Manor?"

  Black added:

   "For the past six years, you have devoted yourself to repelling the bandits trying to enter Karazhan, and under the influence of dark magic, you have become a powerful assassin.

   Maybe just a little bit of basic training will open a new chapter in your housekeeping career. "

   "That manor, I heard him talk about when I was serving Master Medivh. It seems to be a very powerful organization. For a while, they have been trying to send people to infiltrate Karazhan."

  The masked Moros nodded and said:

   "Sir, are you also a member of that organization?"

   "Well, I am.

   You can think of it as a 'club' of assassins, joining it can get a lot of network resources, which is also very beneficial for you to complete your own housekeeping work in the future. "

   Black says:

   "During this time, you can observe that organization and make a decision."

   "Uh, I think you have a little problem with your understanding of the content of 'housekeeping work', sir."

  Moros looked at the dagger at his waist and said:

   "I rarely use these two weapons when serving Master Medivh. But if this is what you want from me, then I will try to adapt."

   "Don't force yourself, but I think you'll like that place."

   Black laughed and said:

   "The people there are fun, some guys are nice talkers, but be careful with everyone you meet, they'll call themselves your 'friends'.

   But for the most part, they are not.

  Well, what are you doing up front?

   Was it attacked? Why are these dwarves so noisy? "

   When Blake approached the dwarf castle, he found that the fire was blazing in front of the sky, but when he got closer, he realized that it was not the castle that was set on fire, but that the noisy dwarves were holding a celebration.

   "Hey, man. What's so good here?"

  Black took a few steps forward and shouted to the dwarf guards who were guarding the castle gate and drinking beer.

   The next moment, he and Moros were targeted by several muskets.

   "Stop! Don't move! Go ahead and shoot!"

   Although the dwarves were drunk, this place was a military location anyway, and there were still sentries hidden in the dark.

  Black raised his hands, took something out of his luggage, and threw it away. A dwarf musketeer picked it up and glanced at it, and found that it was an orc-style blade fist.

   So the dwarf immediately understood who was coming, and he shouted into the castle with his broken gong voice:

   "Guys! Heroes of Dangarok Castle! Warriors of the Alliance! Our Orc Killer is back! Who's going to get him some beer too?"

   The next moment, in the carnival venue in front of the castle, there were cheers like a tsunami of mountains and a tsunami, and immediately the enthusiastic dwarves who had already drank five fans rushed out, and surrounded Blake into the castle.

   They cheered Blake's name.

   In the hands of the pirates, it is unknown who stuffed a large mug of malt-scented beer.

   Moros, who followed behind, was not quite suited to the warm and straightforward style of the dwarves, but he still followed behind Black and performed his duties as a qualified steward.

   In front of the brightly lit bonfires, Captain Darren Iron Mountain, an old acquaintance who was already drinking, was standing on the wooden barrel and shouted at Black.

   "Come here! Friends.

  Old Darren thought it would take a few years to see you again. Some time ago, the official battle reports were all crazy here. Everyone said that you assassinated an orc legend? "

   "Yeah, killed a Sword Saint Chief."

  Black sat next to Darren Iron Mountain, greeted the drunken quartermaster Talma Stormpike again, and reached for the savory chunk of grilled pork rib that another dwarf handed him over.

   You're welcome, just grabbed it with both hands and ate.

   This look made Moros frown violently, and he felt the need to take a moment to correct Mr. Drake's personal etiquette.

   And the little murloc in the pirate's arms also got light.

  This little guy secretly stole a piece of meat from the plate of the dwarf next to him, grabbed a glass of beer, and also hid behind Black, eating his mouth full of oil.

   "Did you hear that? Guys, the orc killer said he killed a legend!"

   The dwarf captain howled to the side, which immediately caused a group of dwarves and wine madmen to cheer and clink glasses, and the atmosphere suddenly became more enthusiastic.

   "But what have you been doing all this time?"

  Captain Darren poured down a big glass of wine, wiped his beard, and said to Blake drunkenly:

   "I thought you would continue to shine in the Alliance and Horde Armageddon, but I heard that you were active in the Hinterlands before, and then disappeared.

  Someone you got killed, bah! I do not believe! I know you won't die until you kill all the greenskins, so are you on a secret mission? "

  This dwarf captain is also a gossip, and he knows how to lower his voice to ask.

   But the dwarf's broken gong voice, the low voice was still the sturdy sound effect, and it couldn't hide it from others. Blake didn't hide it. He took a bite of the meat and said to the dwarf next to him:

   "It's not an official operation, it's a private operation of mine. I went to sea and just came back a few days ago. As for what I'm doing, this is a secret.

   All I can say is, it's a great thing for all those who hate greenskins!

   Don’t talk about this today.

  Come on, keep drinking! "

   He raised his fist-sized, keg-like wine glass in the firelight, and had another round of drinking with this group of noisy dwarves, and the alcoholic talent would work again.

  Blake felt dizzy and drunk, but he remained three-pointed sober and asked:

   "What are you celebrating tonight?"

   "We're taking back Khaz Modan!"

   Dwarven Quartermaster Talma Stormpike burped, and cried out:

   "Just yesterday at noon, the Griffin Knight with the Wildhammer sent back the battle report.

  The heroic Marshal Lothar has taken the Knights of the Silver Hand to break through the pass of Dan Orgaz, and the Knights of the Highlands have also entered Loch Modan.

  Ironforge's steam tank troops, led by King Magni, severely beat the orcs of Khaz Modan. The timid gnomes also ran out of the ground and dispatched their flying troops to help!

   Our hometown is just around the corner, and the orcs have been beaten, and they are retreating on a large scale in the direction of the Burning Plain.

  After this carnival tonight, Dangarok Castle will also split an army to go to the front line to support the battle! The greenskins are also trying to form a battle line in the Burning Plains, but their fate will only be driven back to the Dark Portal!

  We are going to win! "

"So fast?"

  Although he got the battle report in advance and had the final direction of the second orc war in his mind, Blake was still surprised by the speed of the alliance's counterattack.

   In less than two months, the Alliance went from being cornered by the Horde to a big counterattack. Listening to Tarma's words, the Alliance Vanguard had already rushed into Khaz Modan and planned to attack the Burning Plain.

  The war is about to enter its final stage.

   "Didn't Orgrim resist? Isn't there Grim Batol occupied by the Dragonmaw clan over the wetlands, and the red dragon controlled by the orcs hasn't appeared?"

  Blake took a sip of wine and asked again.

   This time, it was Darren Iron Mountain, who was dizzy with drinking. The dwarf captain with a beautiful beard shouted proudly:

   "Of course the evil red dragon appeared!

   They thwarted the Arathi Legion on the edge of the Wetlands, over the Saldor Bridge, and the trashy greenskins were counting on their dragons to scare us again, but our Wildhammer brothers, our children of the sky, joined the fight!

  Dwarven Sky Hero Kurdran Wildhammer took five hundred Griffon Knights into the sky, and with their thundering warhammers, smashed the Orc Red Dragon back into their evil castle!

   is a great victory like a mythical epic!

  The long-eared Ranger Legion of the High Elf also made a big move, and cooperated with those arrogant but powerful Phoenix mages, to destroy the blood ring clan all the way.

Oh, yes, and your Kul Tiran fleet, which has also fought several victories over the Isle of Tide, and the valiant Admiral Daelin, like the most ruthless hurricane on the sea, with vengeful fury, Destroy all the broken ships of the Orcs!

   The 20,000 orcs who escaped with Orgrim were all sent to the **** of the sea! "

   The dwarf became more and more excited. He stood on the barrel, waving the wine glass in his hand, and shouted:

   "To the Wildhammer! To the children of the sky and the sea admirals of the Alliance!"

   "Respect the Wildhammer!"

   "Your Excellency!"

   The dwarf drunkards responded immediately.

   They will never pass up an opportunity to drink too much.

   Relying on this kind of conversation, Black received all the information he needed in less than 20 minutes from the open-mouthed dwarf.

   The orcs are routing.

   This is not normal.

  Although Orgrim Doomhammer had originally planned to retreat, the scheming warchief would definitely not have made such a scene of a great rout.

  So, there must be something wrong with the tribe.

   "Magic blood?"

  The pirate narrowed his eyes and thought of the answer to this question.

The defeat of the    tribe under the city of Lordaeron made the Burning Legion completely abandon them. The evil energy surging in the blood of the orcs is disappearing, and a mental plague of exhaustion and weakness is spreading among the orc clan.

  From Orgrim's point of view, this is a real pain in the ass.

   "Hiccup, Mr. Black, I have a package from you here. It was delivered a month ago, from Dunhold Castle."

   After another round of drinking, the dwarf female quartermaster Talma Stormpike with beautiful blond hair suddenly remembered something, she rubbed her head and stood up, holding a wine glass in her hand.

   burping his wine and saying to the pirates:

   "From a human sergeant, I will give you the name and name. What is the reward?"

   (end of this chapter)