Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 256 75. Black's sugar shop is open

   An hour later, several Overseers were re-invited into the room by the chief's guards.

   These Overseers were ready to be scolded by Chief Red, but unexpectedly, after they re-entered the room, the always irritable Chief would be very quiet.

   He sat on the throne of the warchief left by Orgrim, with his hands interlaced and his chin propped up.

   He looked at the few Overseers in front of him with a calm gaze, and those eyes made them look at each other in dismay, feeling that the Chief in front of him seemed to have suddenly changed.

   is like imitating Orgrim, but the imitation is rather poor.

   "The Dark Iron dwarves want to take the opportunity to oppress us, but we orcs will never give in! We will serve no one."

  Reid brewed his feelings for a while, and said in a deep voice:

   "The defenses of the lower Blackrock Spire are too chaotic now. Veteran Jed, I have appointed you as the Lower Blackrock Spire Overseer and have moved all our veterans of the Blackrock Clan to the upper areas.

   Arrange those bloodring orcs and bone-chewing orcs who are dissatisfied with my rule to the lower level.

   In addition, I need a messenger. As my liaison officer with the Dark Iron Emperor Thaurissan, I need the most loyal, bravest, and wise man to take up this position.

  Would anyone like to give it a try?

  The Lord can come back alive, and I will appoint him as my War Overseer. "

   In the face of the chief's order, several Overseers look at me, I look at you, the last eldest Overseer stood up and said to Reid:

   "Great Chief, you know us! It's fine for us to go into battle and kill people, but we can't do the messenger job. However, I have a choice.

   A group of remnants of the Burning Blade clan fled back from defeat, and they were led by a warlock named Nerlu Burning Blade.

   is cunning, but articulate.

   He might be up to the job, but he wouldn't necessarily be willing to take the risk. "

"Ha ha"

  Reid sneered twice and said:

   "I am Warchief Red Blackhand! I want to restore the glory of the orthodox tribe! Unlike the loser in Orgrim who can only wage war, I am a man of reason.

   Go and tell that Fireblade Warlock.

  I want him to be my messenger and I will help him rebuild the Burning Blade.

  If he doesn't want to, throw him into the lava of Blackrock Mountain!

  There are only warriors and wise men in my orthodox tribe!

   No need for cowards and idiots! "

   "As you order, Warchief."

   The old Overseer's eyes lit up.

   Well, this taste is right.

   This is what Reid would say.

   The well-organized look just now, maybe Reid suddenly fell into evil.

   "Also, our orthodox tribe is very weak now, and we can no longer uphold the arrogance of the past. The arrogance has already made us suffer."

  Reid maintained a certain commander's signature move and said in a deep voice again:

   "Starting today, the orthodox tribes will open their arms to all the suffering compatriots oppressed by the alliance, and immediately send people to the area around the burning plains after the alliance's suppression of us has eased.

   Bring the nearby troll Burningthorn clan who fought with us into Blackrock Spire and give them their territory. As Warchief, I will admit that the displaced fellows will also be part of the orthodox tribe.

   And, my brothers!

   This demon blood has proven that duplicitous demons and cowardly and cunning warlocks are unreliable! It is time for us to reclaim our past beliefs and heritage.

   We must retrieve the power of our ancestors, the power to maintain the orthodox tribe, and the true power that belongs to us orcs! "

   Chief Blackhand stopped posing, he stood up, recalled Orgrim's gesture when he spoke, and learned from his own captain, carrying his hands on his back, striving to straighten his back.

   He said to the Overseers:

   "When I was a child, my brother and I, led by my father, would hunt in the lands of Gorgrond. Back then I saw our shamans summon the power of the earth.

   How divine and awe-inspiring is that power, which can be used both to attack and to heal.

   But the evil and vile Gul'dan, with his disgusting sorcerer magic, destroyed the true heritage of our orcs, made us lose the purity and nobility of our souls, and plunged us into the abyss of war.

   To get rid of weakness, we must start with a pure soul.

   Go and ask, ask among our people, ask every one, and gather together the people who were once noble shamans.

  I want them to rebuild the legacy for our orthodox tribe!

   Gul'dan the gossip is dead, everyone.

   He was killed by my own hands, the source of my end to the nightmares and disasters of the orcs.

  Before Gul'dan died, he repented to me, he cried bitterly and begged me to let him die, I ruthlessly rejected him, so he revealed a secret to me in order to beg."

  Red lowered his voice and said to a group of Overseers:

   "That dog thing told me that there is still salvation in our homeland! In our world, the world of Draenor that raised us, there is still the last power of the elemental spirits.

   As long as the elemental spirits remain, our world can be healed!

   To TM's Azeroth!

  We orcs don't care about this ghost place, we want to go back to our hometown, we destroyed it with our own hands, but now, we have to save it with our own hands! "

  Reid said a whole bunch of emotional words, saying that he was almost moved with passion, and tears filled his eyes. But when he turned around, he saw the blank faces of his subordinates.

  The Great Chief suddenly felt that the feelings he had been brewing for a long time had all been fed to the dog just now.

   "What a bunch of incompetent subordinates! Sooner or later, you will all be sent to be cannon fodder!"

   The Great Chief cursed in his heart.

   He could finally feel Captain Black's usual mood.

   But anyway, everything that should be ordered has been ordered.

   "Go and do my orders."

  Reid waved his hands tiredly and asked a group of Overseers to carry out the order. He himself returned to the throne of the Great Chief in Orgrim, and only felt that it was really difficult to talk nonsense and deceive people.

   He looked at the battle knife on his left, and a stack of battle reports on his right.

   seemed to represent two roads before Red Blackhand.

   One is to ignore the path of warriors, cut down all the people who cause problems, and there will be no problems.

   And the other is the road of the chiefs.

   He must carefully adjust the relationship, soothe the minds of the clan, and lead the clan to advance in the darkness. If he is not careful, he will fall to pieces.

   At this moment, Reid thought of Orgrim and his father, Black Hand.

   Both of them are warchiefs.

   But the path chosen is very different.

"Ugh"

  Reid hesitated for several minutes, and finally reached out his hand, held the battle report in front of him, spread it out on the table, and carefully read the several suggestions left by the captain on it.

   This is so unlike what he would do.

   But everyone grows.

   He respected his father and wanted to be a warrior like his father. That was his ideal, but now he wants to be a warchief like Orgrim Doomhammer.

   He wants to prove that the people of the Black Hand family will not only become brainless tyrants.

So

  Goodbye, Warrior Red.

  Hello, High Chief Blackhand.

—

   "It's really tiring to lie, especially to teach a guy like Red to lie. Maybe it's better to replace his brother. At least Maim can understand what I want to say."

   In the dark passage at the lower level of the Blackrock Tower, Black, who had changed into the leather armor of the Alliance Assassin, quietly leaned against the corner of the wall, avoiding groups of roaring orcs remnants.

   Sneak over to the place where the orcs held prisoners.

   Beside him, the ghost wolf Frostpaw was following the pirate in the form of a soul walking.

  This beast learns quickly, and within a day of becoming a soul beast, it begins to try to master new powers.

  It crept forward in the shadows, taking every step lightly.

   looks like Blake when he first learned to sneak.

   And the group of beasts around them who were tortured by demon blood, and their wills destroyed by defeat, were no longer vigilant, and there was no way to find this person or beast.

   In the end, Black simply took out the Orb of Deception and disguised himself as an Orc Warlock.

The    is very big and very green.

   He also took out a bone staff that he didn't know where it came from, bent down, and walked in the dark alley of the Blackrock Tower, checking the current situation of his warlock profession as he walked.

The    level is stuck at 99% of the experience bar at level 30. Needless to say, there must be something like a shadow trial that needs to be done.

   But from level 19 to level 30, two talents and one skill have been added.

   The talents at level 20 and 30 are "Demon Magic Circle" and "Soul Stone Ritual", and the skill at level 25 is "Seed of Corruption".

   are very useful abilities.

   "First set here as the starting point, and then set the end of the alley as the ending point, um, it's a bit complicated."

  Black rubbed his hands in the dark alley of the Blackrock Tower, trying to use this demon magic circle for the first time. Its principle is actually not difficult. Compared with the wizard's teleportation technique, this warlock's short-range teleportation is crude and simple.

  The pirate threw a cloud of shadow energy at his feet as a marker, and at the end of his line of sight, about thirty meters away, lost another cloud of shadow magic.

  According to the newly added knowledge in his mind, he clumsily created a simple mana model, and then roughly injected the magic into it, using the shadow magic to temporarily affect the space.

   Soon, two green magic swirls lit up on the two markers.

   is not beautiful, much like two-sided sunglasses.

  The pirate looked left and right, and stepped into the vortex in front of him. When he approached, he seemed to be sucked into a rotating drum. While the sky was spinning, he emerged from another shadow vortex thirty meters away.

   "This impact is terrible. If you use it continuously for a short time, you will definitely be fooled by the impact."

  Blake felt dizzy and wanted to vomit as soon as he landed, as expected of a crude and simple warlock magic.

  Compared with the teleportation technique of the mage, the side effects of this magic shock are outrageous, like being punched hard at the mental level, which makes people like pirates feel a little bit in the forehead.

  Until you get used to this magic, it seems that the Demonic Circle can only be used to traverse some terrain that is not normally traversable.

   "This thing also has high-level applications. It is made into a semi-permanent demon portal, but it can be erected between different battleships, so as not to use small boats to transport people again."

  The pirate took out a bottle of wine and poured more than half of it into his mouth, and then he was temporarily free from the mental shock brought by the demon magic circle.

   He breathed a sigh of relief.

   began to study the other two skills.

   "Seed of Corruption" is a Warlock skill similar to Curse.

   But what's great about it is that the demon seed implanted in the enemy's body with shadow magic will turn the enemy into a "living bomb" after it is fully activated.

  When the enemy is tortured by corruption, all life in a large area centered on him will suffer the magical impact from the eruption of the seed of corruption.

   is perfect for cleaning up miscellaneous soldiers.

The best thing about    is that this skill is not a curse. Its mana model is completely different from that of curse magic, which means that it can be used in conjunction with curse magic.

   This time, the pain that the stinky pirate can inflict on the enemy is doubled.

   "And this 'Soul Stone Ritual', it sounds like that sugar-making skill."

  The pirate looked at the character card, and soon he found out that this soul stone ritual is somewhat doorway, it is more like an upgraded version of the soul stone made of soul fragments that comes with the warlock profession.

   It teaches pirates to treat the whiteboard soulstone differently, making it into a temporary magic item with different effects.

   You can use life to drain, drain the enemy's vitality, infuse it into the soul stone, and make it into a "healing stone" for restoring vitality.

   can also use fel magic to infuse the scorching sacrificial fire into the soul stone to make a "flame stone" that can temporarily enchant weapons.

   can also give attention to shadow magic in the soul stone, making it a "spell stone", which can absorb magic damage and strengthen its spellcasting ability.

   You can also use the Warlock secret method to mix soul stones with other magic materials to make various demon items, such as **** flint for summoning **** fire, and demon statues for doomsday rituals.

   It is not so much a combat skill as it is an auxiliary manufacturing skill.

   But it is indeed closely related to the combat power of the warlock profession. A warlock who cannot make these spellcasting materials himself is hardly a smart spellcaster.

   "Then give it a try, Black's handcrafted version of 'Fel Fudge', delicious and juicy."

  The pirate grinned maliciously in the dark alley of Blackrock Spire. He glanced aside and whistled to several blood-ring orcs who were hiding in the corner to fish for fish.

   made another provocative vicious gesture.

   The orcs immediately stood up angrily, wanting to come over and beat the big green orc warlock.

  The pirates hid in the dark alley.

   As several orcs howled and rushed in, soon, with a few screams of pain and the collision of fists to flesh, a faint green light shone in the alley.

   This is the ritual of making "sugar".

The process of    is very painful. You have to extract all the life force of these orcs first, and then pour it into the blank soul stone. Of course, life cannot appear out of thin air.

   But for the magicians who are good at making "sugar", the life of others is the best raw material for sugar making.

   (end of this chapter)