Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 238 57. Your own people, don't use the knife

   "buzzing"

   The noisy and unpleasant sound of the rotors echoed in Blake's ears.

   The sound was so harsh that he wanted to stab the goblin pilot wearing a flying helmet to death.

   And the rotorcraft itself that he is currently riding, when it is flying in the air, its vibration frequency is so exaggerated that the pirates feel that this thing will disintegrate in the next second.

   But it didn't.

  This gyrocopter made of goblin technology is an engineering creation that combines the characteristics of a helicopter and a small aircraft.

  Although most of the structure is made of wood, including the propeller that is rotating at high speed, it is made of wood and iron.

   also added two obscure, burning "aerodynamic" components on both sides of the cabin, as well as a powerplant that was completely exposed to the air and was billowing black smoke.

   It looks very unreliable at first glance, very steampunk, but it can really fly, and it flies quite steadily and fast.

   is no worse than a griffin.

   is not as flexible as the griffin, and the riding experience is also quite poor.

  Black felt that he must have drank too much before, and then he agreed to the goblin engineer who can talk and buy a ticket to ride this "professional crystallization" of engineering.

   "Hey, can you make this thing quieter, my head hurts."

  Blake, who was wearing the goggles, couldn't take it anymore. He shouted to the goblin pilot who was enjoying himself in front of him. As a result, he opened his mouth and was filled with the oncoming wind.

   Heck.

  This thing doesn't even have a cockpit, or a windshield.

   "What? Feeling noisy? No problem, activate silent mode!"

   The goblin wearing a full set of flying helmets shouted in an exaggerated tone, and then swiftly operated on the console to activate the so-called "silent mode".

   But the pirates didn't feel the noise getting smaller at all.

   "10% decibel reduction, my friend, how do you feel?"

   The goblin also asked.

  Black didn't want to speak.

   After a few minutes, he saw the Black Rock Mountain that was getting closer and closer, and asked again:

   "Can your aircraft be equipped with weapons? Bombs, cannons, etc."

"sure!"

   When the goblin pilot heard this, he immediately came to his senses. He ignored the joystick in his hand, turned his head and said to the pirate:

   "As long as you add money, there is nothing our engineers can't do. Not only can they add cannons, but they can also make custom bombs for you. Do you want to buy them? Friends.

   Your human commanders just don't understand good things, they think dwarf wooden planes are better, it's bullshit! The dwarf's broken plane is fast and fast, but it can't be controlled freely when it flies.

   At most a reconnaissance plane.

   If we really want to talk about firepower, we have to look at our goblin engineering! "

   "You're flying a plane! Look back! You're going to hit a mountain!"

  The pirate pointed to the Black Rock Mountain that was getting closer and closer in front, and shouted, the goblin pilot turned his head, and made another snarky operation, making the exposed power unit fly.

  Blake even saw the shocking black smoke lit up on the crazy running gear.

   But before hitting the mountain, this aircraft changed the flight trajectory very flexibly, and turned around at a large angle, avoiding the end of the aircraft crash.

   "Continue the topic just now."

   The goblin pilot was also sweating.

   But this crazy little green-skinned man didn't care at all, and was in the mood to laugh at pirates for being timid.

   He stared at the big sly eyes and said to the pirate:

   "My friend, I see that you are also an authoritative person. Are you interested in buying our rotorcraft? The Military Technology Department of the Hot Sand Consortium is currently offering discounts.

  Buy more than ten gyrocopters, you can get 20% off!

   On average, a rotorcraft only needs 5,000 gold coins to take home. If you want to upgrade to a turbo-accelerated aircraft, you need to pay another 5,000 gold coins for each.

  Included weapon purchase and additional service charges are extra.

  How cheap. "

"too expensive."

  Blake rubbed his chin and said calmly:

   "I'd better buy it from a gnome. I'm friends with Master Craftsman Overspark. He told me that he has a relationship in Gnomeregan and can give me 30% off."

   "30% off! Those crazy dwarfs build airplanes, don't they cost nothing?"

   The goblin pilot exclaimed:

   "They're malicious competition! A bunch of **** who mess up the market. Come on, my friend, if you buy 20 aircraft at a time, we'll give you a . . . well, 15% off!

   This is the ultimate concession.

   is just to make friends, no longer trying to make money.

  We also waived the service fee.

   Also send someone to teach your subordinates to use this engineering crystallization. The dwarf's broken plane needs a runway when it takes off. Where do you get a runway for them in the sea?

   So still our goblin's plane is better. "

   "30% off!"

   Pirate Bargain says:

   "I will buy 30 units at a time, and you will provide free installation services for the first batch of flying bombs, as well as follow-up repair services. Forget it, I will pay another 50,000 gold coins to buy out the five-year contracts of several goblin engineers."

   "cough cough"

   The goblin pilot in front of him coughed twice, looked left and right, stretched out his four fingers, and said:

   "Resha Group needs to take a commission, so instead of going through a formal contract, let's sign a private contract. Pay me 40,000 gold coins at one time, and then 2,000 gold coins every year, friends.

  I took my four apprentices to work for you for five years. "

   "Okay."

  Black rolled his eyes and whispered:

   "Follow your relationship and get me 30 of the best aircraft. I only pay 7,000 gold coins for each one. You can negotiate the price with the Hot Sand Consortium. The extra gold coins are your rebates."

"make a deal!"

   The eyes of the goblin pilot were glowing with gold coins, and he said eagerly:

   "Give me fifteen days. I need to go to Booty Bay for a walk. Where is your fleet? Where am I going with the rotorcraft?"

   "Tol Ballard."

  The pirate reported the name of the place, and threw a sapphire to the goblin, saying:

   "Go over there to find the largest ship, the name is Alpaca, and someone will pay you on it. I asked someone to see it. This gem can be sold for 20,000 gold coins in Dalaran, so I will give it to you as a deposit.

   Show you this by the way. "

   Ravenholdt's Assassin emblem popped out of his hand, and said to the goblin in front of him:

   "Recognize this?"

   The goblin pilot shrank his head and nodded.

   Apparently, he knew.

   He also knew the meaning behind the emblem, which was the threat of four or five masked men jumping out suddenly when he was asleep or when he was going to the toilet, killing him on the spot, or pressing him into the toilet to drown.

   Heck!

  How to talk about business casually, you can meet people from Ravenholdt!

"That's good."

   Black snorted, leaned comfortably on the cramped seat, comforted the alcoholic little fishman who was a little grumpy when flying in the sky, and said to the goblin:

   "If you dare to hack my money, some people will trouble you. So, before you want to do something bad, touch your neck first, friend. By the way, what's your name? My engineer."

   "My name is Foslager, friend."

   Goblin Pilot proudly said:

   "Don't look at me now that I'm just a mid-level engineer at the Hot Sand Consortium Military Technology Company, but I'll do something big in the future.

  My dream is not to build some junk rotorcraft.

  I want to make a real flying machine!

Rocket!

  Yes, my ideal is to build a rocket that can fly to the stars and extend my business to the stars! What is a trade prince? As long as I develop my X-53 rocket, I'll be the richest goblin in Azeroth! "

   "Ah, it's you."

  The pirate was a little at a loss when he heard the name. After all, the names of goblins were generally similar, but after hearing that the goblin's ideal was to build rockets, he immediately recognized this guy.

   Isn't this one of the few goblin engineers who will create Area 52 and the "Burst Space Agency" in the broken Draenor world in the future?

   "Great ideal, friend, you will surely succeed."

  The pirate said in a perfunctory admiration:

   "Just beware of a guy named Dr. Boom, he might steal your research stuff or something. Of course, if you've been working for me for five years, you can come up with something refreshing.

  I might consider paying privately to support your great ideals.

   But I don't want a rocket.

   Of course, let’s talk about this later, it’s there! Below Raging Flame Peak, just put me there, and I will walk the road after that.

  You bastard, it hurts my brain! "

   After a few minutes, Black finally stood on the ground, rubbing his aching head and watching the goblin rotorcraft fly into the sky.

   I swear in my heart that I will never sit on this thing again.

  After landing, the pirate took out from his pocket the news that Shore had sent with a domesticated raven a few hours earlier, and his friend was now busy gathering MI7's front-line work.

   Although it is a "peaceful handover" between the two leaders, it cannot affect the collection of war intelligence on the front line.

   "Fina Golden Sword."

  Blake looked at the position on the letter paper, then looked at the nearby terrain left and right, and said softly:

   "You're right here, my sister."

—

   "Lok\'tarogar!"

   The attacked orc convoy was already on fire. When the arrows of the elven rangers hit the ground, they would burn with flames. Obviously, they were magic arrows.

   Those who can afford such extravagant things, except for the Farstrider Ranger of Quel'Thalas, there is basically no semicolon in the Eastern Continent.

   But, there is a reason to be expensive.

   Relying on the sharpness of the magic arrows, the elven rangers who were in ambush blocked the orc convoy transporting supplies in the canyon of the Flame Peak with only one third of the opponent's number.

   The orcs running around in the flames have no other way to go except shouting slogans.

  The rangers in green chain armor are drawing bows and shooting arrows indifferently at high places, killing them like beasts. At this height, the orcs' throwing axes can't hit those flexible and ruthless rangers at all.

   They are being slaughtered.

   It's like they slaughtered elven civilians when they were in Eversong Forest.

  The high elf rangers can melee, but when they can solve the problem with bows and arrows, the rangers will not run up to melee the orcs foolishly.

   Except for a monstrous elf in delicate plate armor.

   She wore a phoenix-patterned battle helmet and a blood-red cloak. Her entire body was covered by enchanted full-body armor. Outside the battle skirt, she held a fiery red phoenix sword in her left hand.

   This sword is almost as tall as hers.

  When the rangers launched the massacre, some orcs ran to the other side of the canyon, trying to avoid the deadly shooting. The rangers had to take into account the battlefield and were unable to pursue them.

   Therefore, the task of chasing down those who escaped falls on this strange elf warrior who is blocking the way of the orcs' escape.

   As we all know, the slender body of the high elves makes it difficult to produce powerful warriors, and the elves generally think that melee combat is rude and does not match their elegant temperament.

   Therefore, with the exception of legendary figures, such as legendary warriors such as Salorian Dawnseeker with an ancient dragon-forged blade, the high elves have not always actively pursued the path of warriors.

   "Come on! Butchers."

   This slender female warrior grabbed the Phoenix epee and assumed an old-fashioned attitude to meet the enemy. Circles of fiery red anger reverberated outside her armor.

  Under the battle helmet, the sea blue eyes were already killing intent.

   She is ready to slaughter the group of orcs in front of her, just like what she has been doing every day in the past.

   The other half of the blood vessels in the body are boiling.

   She was not afraid.

   But just as the dozen orcs who escaped approached the female warrior, wisps of black afterimages flew between them.

   There is also the streamer brought out by the flaming blade, like a magical light spot flying.

  The blood splashed out, and was sprinkled into the sky and the ground in the blade of the shadow stripped. Under the stunned gaze of the female warrior, a dozen orcs were slaughtered within two seconds.

  At the same time as the last orc fell to the ground clutching his neck, in the black smoke-like shadows, Blake withdrew his magic and let the edge of the blazing long sword turn into flames and dissipate little by little.

  He looked up.

   Under the gaze of the female warrior, he pulled away his hood to reveal his face.

"Do not!"

   Facing the female elf who is not afraid of orcs, at this moment, she saw something disgusting, took a step back with her sword, and aimed the blade of the phoenix epee at the assassin in front of her.

   She said in a deep voice:

"do not come!"

   "You cannot escape the bond of blood, Fenna Golden Sword Proudmoore."

   Black pulled the hood back on and said softly:

   "Your battlefield shouldn't be on land, don't you hear? In every dream, the sea is calling you to come, let's find a place to talk.

elder sister. "

   "Don't call me that!"

   The elf under the helmet said sharply:

   "I don't belong to you"

   "It's not up to you to decide!"

  Black turned around and walked to the other side of the canyon. He said:

   "If you don't come, I'll go to Dai Lin to talk to you! I think the king who just experienced the pain of losing his son would be ecstatic about the appearance of the eldest princess.

   Are you willing to face him?

   Still willing, face me? "

   (end of this chapter)