Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 446 155. Dreams come true not far

   In the world of Azeroth, people who participated in the "Lothar Storm" would never have imagined that the events of Anduin Lothar not only affected human civilization.

   is even powerful enough to penetrate the dimensional wall, affecting the survival of another world.

   Draenor, home of the orcs.

Months have passed since the rout of the Horde, as Daelin and the Kul Tiras fleet siege and slaughter in the Blasted Lands, leaving few orc clans able to escape back to Draenor through the Dark Portal .

   In addition, the Demon King of the Burning Legion was completely disappointed with the orcs, which led to the outbreak of their demon blood, which made most of the orcs who escaped to be scared.

   As soon as they passed the Dark Portal, they disappeared into the deserted land originally called Tanaan Jungle, now called Hellfire Peninsula, and no one thought of gathering them.

   These guys are useless.

   However, for the orc leaders who escaped from Azeroth, bigger problems still lie ahead.

  When the orcs invaded Azeroth, it was because the world of Draenor was on the verge of death due to the pollution of fel energy, and they would be tempted by demons if they could not survive.

   Now the plan to invade Azeroth has failed completely, and it is impossible for them to continue to stay in Draenor and wait to die. So, how can these tyrants save themselves?

   "Orgrim died, he died like a real warchief, and he used his life to win us a chance to return to our homeland. Such a sacrifice is worthy of recognition.

   He may have been freed from the disaster, but those of us who survived have to continue to suffer. The situation in Draenor is getting worse and worse, and even the Nagrand Prairie, the last place to live, has been overwhelmed.

  We don’t want to go extinct, we have to find new ways. "

In the center of Hellfire Peninsula, in the chief hall of the huge fortress that the tribe built here when they built the Dark Gate, a tall orc wearing a black cloak and full black armor is in front of the invited chiefs. Talk about it.

   But he has too much crap.

   This caused dissatisfaction among the chiefs.

   "Talon'gor, you disgusting dead man."

   The **** chief who sat on the seat made of the bones of the thunder elephant said in a gloomy tone:

   "You invited us in the name of the Shadowmoon clan, which existed in name only, just to talk nonsense?"

   The chief's dress is very distinctive.

   He has "long flowing hair" that other orcs don't have. Looking at his strong and powerful body, he has a proper image of an orc "beautiful man".

   It is even rarer that this guy has a gloomy temperament. Although his skin is also green after drinking the blood of fel energy, it is lighter than the green of other orcs.

   Maybe it can be regarded as the "cream boy" among the orcs?

   However, when you notice the exaggerated blade punch on his broken left arm, all these impressions of handsomeness will be ruthlessly brushed off by this cruel weapon.

  This kind of weapon can only be installed without breaking the arm, and looking at the shape of the wound, it is definitely not cut off by a sharp weapon, maybe it was cut bit by bit with some sharp stone pieces.

   And he sat there, feeling light and airy, as if he could disappear into the darkness at any moment.

   As if you blink and he disappears, then cuts your neck in the back and pierces your heart.

   This is a ruthless man who walks in the dark.

no doubt.

   "Don't be so violent, Chief Kargath."

   was scolded head-on, but Tarongol, the former great warlock of the Shadow Council who spoke, was not angry.

   He looked around with a gesture that was not provocative at all, and there was no good expression on the faces of everyone in the meeting. So he rationally stopped talking at length, but went straight to the topic:

   "I have a way to find a way for the orcs to live!"

"Say!"

   Another tall, wearing a clan battle armor made of animal skins and steel, the red-eyed chief spoke in a muffled voice.

   He rubbed the exaggerated battle axe made of giant beast bones and black steel in his hands, and a domineering and brutal aura surrounded him. He and others always seemed to be in the tone of this order.

   "We've already had the experience of going to another world. What we're going to do now is to replicate the Dark Portal's strategy, but this time, we're going to pick a more appropriate target."

  Talongor revealed his plans, saying:

   "Better a world where life as weak as those draenei lives, a world where there will be no strong enemies like humans, a world where all the orcs can continue to live."

   "Bullshit!"

   Fenris, the king of wolf cavalry who also escaped from the Dark Gate, rubbed his hunting spear. There were several wounds on his face and neck, which were the "memorial" left by the damned Daelin.

   He almost never came back.

   And the price of coming back is also very heavy, his beloved wolf will be buried in the cursed land forever.

   Probably because of this painful memory, Fenris has been very unstable recently, and he yelled:

   "Blind guy, stupid waste, incompetent idiot! Open your eyes and look at the world! Building a dark portal has exhausted the only resources left by the orcs.

   To fulfill Gul'dan's fantasy, we've exhausted all the draenei slaves we have on hand!

   You are still thinking of building another Dark Portal, are you crazy? "

   "Who said I was going to build the Dark Portal?"

  Talongor stiffened this time, and he retorted in his hoarse and dry voice:

"Gul'dan told me a lot of secrets that only he knew in order to win me over before going to sea. I can tell you that in the world of Azeroth, there is a piece that can perfectly replace the Dark Portal. 's artifact!

   Right in the Tomb of Sargeras, right where Gul'dan died.

   That is the tool used by the Dark Titan Sargeras, the master of the Burning Legion to open the door to the world, as long as we get it, all the worlds in the entire stars will open to us! "

   "So, your plan is to kill Azeroth again?"

   The orc chieftain, leaning on the battle axe, laughed a few times, with anticipation flashing in his eyes, rubbing his chin and saying:

   "That's a good suggestion. While you were fighting on that world, neither Blackhand nor Orgrim had the guts to let me and my clan go.

   And they all failed.

   This makes me more interested in the human beings in that world, and I can't wait to experience the warriors who defeated Orgrim.

  I want to see their weight in person. "

   "But we don't have that many troops anymore."

   A thin old orc chieftain who was very old and had not spoken for a long time said in a low voice:

   "All the elites have been buried in Azeroth. Even with the Warsong, Broken Hands, and other small clans, it will be difficult for us to form an invincible army.

   and the demon blood on you."

   When the old chief spoke, he always carried a kind of sorrow, like a sinner's breath. He was bent over, leaning on a bone staff, and he was a little weak when he spoke.

   He was Ner'zhul, the chieftain of the Shadowmoon clan, and Gul'dan's former mentor.

   He is an orc with a complicated past.

   He originally had the opportunity to save his world, but he failed to see through Gul'dan and the demonic power behind him, and missed the last chance. He has always destroyed his world by himself.

   "What's more, how can things be done with just a few artifacts?"

   Ner'zhul shook his head and said:

   "What's the difference between entrusting the survival of a world to a few items and the reckless behavior of drinking the blood of the devil?"

When    mentioned this matter, the atmosphere in the chief hall suddenly sank.

   Even the most belligerent Warsong Chief, Grom Hellscream, and the most sinister Shatterhand Chief, Kargath, could not say anything to refute.

   When did the orc civilization die?

The moment they let Gul'dan and the like pollute the world with fel energy, it was already dead, and the victory of mankind was only made up on this dead but not stiff corpse after the orcs lingered for years. Just a knife.

   "It's true that you can't do things with a few artifacts, but everyone, I dare to propose this plan, naturally I have the confidence."

   Facing Ner'zhul's questioning, Tarongol laughed.

   Under the gaze of the chiefs, he took a strange thing from the hand of the servant next to him. It looked like a scale of some kind of creature, but it was very huge, and it shone with a black luster like steel.

   Just holding it in your hand, there is a heavy aura coming out.

   "I have another friend in Azeroth, everyone."

  Talongor proudly raised the scales in his hand and said:

   "This is a parting gift from a strong man, the night after Lothar killed Orgrim, the night I fled, coughed, and turned into the Dark Portal.

   I saw him in the night in the Swamp of Sorrows.

  He has a terrifying force under him, the dragons of Azeroth, who will help us seize artifacts and secure a future for orc civilization.

   Of course, of course.

   We all know that this is definitely not a gift of kindness, and we have to do something for him. "

   He looked at the orc chiefs in front of him, and said in a serious tone:

   "But that's not a request, it's more of an opportunity. The powerhouse is asking us to return to Azeroth at the right time to carry out a revenge assassination on Anduin Lothar.

   He hated the human commander as much as we do.

   I know, he must have a purpose, and we are just pawns he uses to achieve it, but what does it matter? As long as we can get the artifact, being used will be used.

   Is the element using us, the devil using us, or the dragon using us, is there any difference?

   This is the real purpose of calling you here today. "

  Talongor handed the black dragon scale in his hand to the nearest Fenris, who took it in his hand and rubbed it lightly. He felt the power in it, and handed it to Kargath beside him.

   The chiefs just took turns to look around like this. Ner'zhul, the caster, had the deepest perception of the terrifying power in the scales.

   At this moment, he was also persuaded.

   And this change of attitude could not be concealed from Tarongol, who let out a series of laughter and said:

   "We don't need a massive invasion at all.

   Humans must have built a fort on the other side of the Dark Portal, and our manpower is precious.

   We just need to select enough elites, and through Ner'zhul's spell, let the Dark Portal open a gap, enough to accommodate a small army to enter and exit.

   The 'ally' over there will arrange everything for us.

   All we have to do is to complete the revenge against Anduin Lothar and the entire human race while searching for artifacts! Whether you have ambitions or want to challenge the strong, you can simply save Draenor.

   These are wishes, good, or cruel wishes.

   And wishes are fulfilled with both hands.

   I, a lowly warlock, understand the truth, you don't understand it, right? "

  The hall of the chieftain was silent.

   After nearly a minute, Grom, who was holding a battle axe, nodded. He looked at the warlock and death knight who were talking eloquently. He said:

   "I have one last question, Tarongol, whose corpse is the one you are using now? I felt a familiar aura just now.

  Take off the mask and let me see! "

"This"

   This request made the death knight a little annoyed, and he said dissatisfiedly:

   "Is this question important? Anyway, he is already dead, and he died at the hands of human assassins. I just use it."

   "No no no, you misunderstood."

  Grom Hellscream sneered and said:

   "My people found a long-lost 'friend' in Nagrand's ancestral land some time ago. With his help, this assassination would be guaranteed.

   I have to confirm this question.

  You used Old Dahl's corpse, so you naturally know what happened before his death, but what about his knife? The spiritual totem of the Burning Blade clan, where is the sword saint's blade Sanksu? "

   "That knife is not with me."

  Talongor said sullenly:

   "It should have been picked up by human assassins, and it should have been in the hands of Ravenholdt, the assassin organization that assassinated Old Dahl."

   "Very well, there is a reason to invite him to the war."

  Grom looked at the other chiefs and said:

   "Then go and prepare yourself, everyone."

   Seeing that Grom easily took the lead in the operation, a sharp dissatisfaction flashed in the death knight's eyes, but he concealed it well.

   There was no positive provocation. The moment he turned to leave the hall, the death knight thought in his heart:

Hellscream

   Hehe, you can't stay either!

  In the future tribe under my control, there is no place for you and those who get in your way, go to Azeroth, become my pawn, and die there!

Hahaha.

   Warchief Talon Gorefiend, this title is really sweet.

   (end of this chapter)