Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 531 84. But no vision is a disaster

  The early morning hours are approaching and Hillsbrad Hills is at its darkest hour of the day.

  In the depths of the forest a little distance from Dunhold Castle, outside a camp guarded by Stormgard soldiers, a bonfire was burning in the quiet forest.

  Black was sitting by the flame, holding his blank tome, and using a magic quill pen to record his first magic worthy of recording.

   is the mystery of demon transformation.

   Magic Book Magic Book, only if it records valuable knowledge, this book sent by Dean Lanyue is qualified to be called Magic Book. Without knowledge buried deep in it, this thing is at best a lavishly decorated notebook.

   On the other side of the bonfire, Taretha Folkeston in a maid outfit was cuddling her old clothes and her magic broom, dozing like a chicken pecking at rice.

  Tonight's experience is enough to stimulate this little girl with little knowledge.

  After she was out of danger, she desperately needed a break.

   And against the flames, at the feet of the pirates, the great wolf Frostpaw, who has always been "unruly", lay beside his master like a loyal hound.

  It staggers its paws and lays its head on it, with its tail wiggling from time to time behind it.

   Just now, when Black and General Blackmoore were talking, Frostpaw had sneaked into the depths of the castle and saw Thrall living in the underground cage of the castle with his own eyes.

   It intended to save Thrall directly, and even without Black's help, the soldiers in Dunhold Castle couldn't stop the killing of a soul beast.

   But the pirates stopped his reckless plans.

  Because there is a very real problem in front of the big wolf wolf, now save Thrall, and send this little orc who was raised by humans since he was a child?

   Should he be left to fend for himself in the Hillsbrad Hills?

   The old master didn't say so.

  The big wolf is cunning and vicious, making him the best of the beasts.

   But it's just a beast after all. Its beast mind couldn't figure out the answer to this complicated question, so it could only wait for the master's "evil wisdom" to take effect.

   "Ah, sing praises to my evil master, the evil eye is here."

   As the green flames rolled, escaped the fatal disaster, and the demon imp Daglop, who became active again, appeared in the phase change.

   It was extremely flattering, and said to its master in a sharp voice:

   "Your useless subordinate has been smashed by someone, and his only remaining eyes will be blinded! The bruised face looks like a **** hound whose spine has been broken after failing to mate.

   Do you want to summon him? "

   "Let him come over."

  Blake, who was writing the magic tome, said something without raising his head.

   The kid summoned a very weak hellhound with a smirk, turned over and mounted it, as if driving a "war horse" towards the outside of the forest.

   A few minutes later, the orc Evil Eye riding behind a **** warhorse and Moros riding an undead warhorse both arrived.

  Evil Eye is really miserable.

   In the previous sewer fight, he, the orc who had just stepped into Dalaran, was beaten up by the mages, and those **** ran to kill him.

  If it weren't for the evil eye, he did have two brushes, and he participated in many pirate fights during the time he followed the captain. With rich experience in melee and beatings, it would be difficult for him to survive that night.

   He even knocked out one of the orcs' iconic fangs, which is a bit leaky when he speaks. I wanted to be flattering, but considering how embarrassed I am now, it's better not to provoke the captain.

   "Are the living conditions in Violet Prison good?"

  The pirate asked casually.

  Evil Eye shrugged and whispered:

   "It's alright. In order to show respect for Nar'Thalas College, those mages arranged a single room for each of us here. Their own mages were locked in several large cells, and they lived a miserable life."

   "Are there many evil things in there?"

   Black asked again.

   The Orc Warlock will taste something, and he answered cautiously:

"a lot of!

   And most of them don't look like creatures from the Eastern Continent. I also saw the fallen arakkoa and some weird spirit creatures only in the world of Draenor.

  I really don't know how those mages caught them.

  Captain, are you planning to rob prison? "

   "Don't guess what I'm thinking, the prison robbery is illegal, and spellcasters like us can't do this kind of thing. Do you understand?"

  Black glanced at the evil eye, changed the subject and said:

   "It's too dangerous for you to stay in Dalaran. Go and help me in a while. It's a little far away, so I'll lend you the sky."

   "It's all right, Captain."

  Evil Eye quickly refused and said:

   "I can summon a giant mephit by myself, and that thing can fly no slower than your precious Hippogryph. Tell me, where do you want me to serve you? You know my loyalty.

  Whether it's in front of the gates of hell, or some other ghost place, I have nothing to say! "

   "Go to the Badlands."

  The pirate put down the pen in his hand, closed the tome that was half written, and hung it around his waist with a chain.

   He stood up and said to the evil eye:

   "According to Ravenholdt's internal information, after the end of the orc war, there was still a wave of elite orcs hiding there. They are very cunning and tactical, and the dwarves organized several rounds up, all of which were detected by them in advance.

  Reid, the unpromising one, has never been able to get on the line with this group of elite orcs, which is really disappointing.

   I know it's a little embarrassing for you, but now it's up to you. "

   Black whispered to the hunched evil eye:

   "A lot of people are speculating about the purpose of that strange orc team, but they can't guess! I know what your savvy compatriots are staying there for.

   You go find them and tell them that Goyle is at Dunhold Castle! And it was about to be successfully brainwashed by a human careerist, so let them quickly send someone to bring that brat back.

  If they act fast enough, the little brat might be saved. "

  The evil eye was stunned for a while, he touched his head and asked:

   "Who is Goel?"

   "You don't need to know, just bring the words with you."

  Black laughed treacherously and said:

   "Tell your compatriots about the current situation in northern Xinjiang, and ask them to stop sending large troops into action, pick some elites to come over, quietly enter the village, and don't shoot.

   In addition, tell them again, just don’t stray anywhere.

   As long as they dare to rob Gu’ir, there is only one choice left for them, go to Blackrock Mountain to join Reid. Help my trash 'Albatross' No. 3 to stabilize the situation, resist the solicitation of the black dragon, and secretly accumulate strength. "

   "Will they listen?"

   Evil Eye was seriously suspicious, saying:

   "Captain, I'm not questioning your dark wisdom, it's just that the leader of an elite clan who can create such a scene in a barren land must be a guy with a lot of background.

   No one knows my belligerent countrymen better than I do.

   I'm not afraid of being hacked to death by them, but they won't listen to a human being's arrangement. "

   "It doesn't matter if they listen or not, as long as they have brains and can judge the situation."

  Blake narrowed his eyes and said:

"What do you think my Uncrowned One is doing in Alterac during this time? Not only the elite clan is going to Blackrock Mountain, but the Frostwolf clan that has been hiding for many years must also roll to Blackrock Mountain for me. .

   I said that Reid can be a warchief, but I didn’t say it casually.

   Remember to deal with them in the name of the undead fleet. As a reward for sending those orcs valuable information, I have only one request for them.

   I want Edras Blackmore alive!

   Don't let those orcs hurt him. Well, it's okay to kill him, but he has to be alive, and he has to be sober, and I need his brain.

   That’s all, come back when you’re done. "

   "Okay, Captain, I'll go now."

  Evil Eye nodded, he already knew the captain's requirements for his subordinates, and the execution must be enough to win the captain's favor, and this meeting started to summon the big mephit without a word.

   soon disappeared into the night sky.

   Black turned back to Moros and said:

   "My housekeeper, I need you to go to Alterac immediately, take over from Jack and direct the Uncrowned Clan to continue searching for the Frostwolf clan, cause trouble for them, and train troops by the way.

   I need Jack, who is more familiar with Dalaran, to come back and assist me.

  Send a letter to my No. 2 'Albatross' and let him find a chance to come to Dalaran to meet me. "

"Um"

  Moros was also extremely powerful in execution. After receiving the order, he disappeared into the forest on the undead warhorse. At this time, Taretha, who was dozing on the other side of the campfire, had woken up.

   She watched Mr. Black issue an order to a big orc with strange eyes, and vaguely heard the name "Gu'el".

   She knew that was another name for Thrall.

   "Are you looking for an orc to rescue Thrall? Captain."

  The little maid Taresha said timidly:

   "But Thrall has almost no contact with other orcs. He was instilled by the generals since he was a child that orcs are bad guys, and he may regard them as enemies."

   "It doesn't matter, he is still young and has enough time to integrate into his compatriots. He is so smart and has enough ability to learn his original culture and understand the civilization he came from."

  Blake glanced at the sky, took out his spiritual string longbow and a bundle of void spikes shining with magical light, and said to Taresha while adjusting his state:

"You wouldn't want me to take Thrall with me and continue to develop a duplicitous 'beast skin man'? Trust me, Taretha, true orcs and humans alike, would never accept that sal.

   He should return to his civilization, to his world, instead of staying in Azeroth and bringing more conflicts and contradictions to the world.

  The wheel of hatred will never stop, the only way is to return everything to its original state. Since you have your own home to go back to, why stay in someone else's home?

   You are right? "

  Taresha pursed her lips, she wanted to say that she didn't care what Thrall became in the future, she just wanted Thrall to stay by her side as her younger brother. But the smart little girl soon realized that she was too selfish to do so.

   Captain is right.

  Thrall should go back to his people, and use the knowledge and wisdom he has learned to lead his people, and bring these brutal invaders who have brought terrible disasters to mankind back to their own world.

   That might be Thrall's true mission.

   "It's almost dawn, let's go."

  Black stood up, and the big wolf under his feet also got up. The pirate hooked Taresha and pointed to the camp in the distant forest. He said:

   "I don't know the 'Cutter', but you must have seen him. Give me the identity of the **** buggy driver soon."

   "It doesn't really matter, Captain."

  Taretha felt warm when she heard that Mr. Black asked her to help identify the Master Assassin who had been her nightmare for the past three days.

   In her short life, no one would do such a thing for such a humble child like her. Except for Thrall and his mother, few people even care about her feelings after being wronged.

   This is how the life of the commoners is.

   There are not so many kind people, and it is unlikely that they will encounter a conspiracy specifically against them. If you are really wronged, you have to swallow it yourself. Even if you want to take revenge, it is impossible.

   has neither money nor power.

   Patience is their virtue, silence is their label, they have propped up kingdoms and empires, but few people really bow their heads and pay attention to what they think.

  Lothar might do so.

  Unfortunately, there is only one Lothar, and he is too old. Whether he can survive the next half month is a question.

   The little maid bowed her head and said to Blake with an apology:

   "You don't have to provoke a powerful enemy for me. Your Excellency General has to make every effort to have a good relationship with him. He must have a great background. In the end, he didn't hurt me either."

   "Hey, little girl, have you always been so narcissistic?"

  The pirate picked up a void spike that shone with shadows, and in Xal'atath's strange laughter, he said to the little maid Taretha:

   "I didn't do these things for you, although I do owe you a favor. But neither you nor Mike Ross may know how valuable his head is now.

   That money in exchange for the silver card Blackmoore gave you is enough to crush you to death three times.

   Alas, I've been very tight lately, and all the money has been used to buy a boat. But there is still a large family to support. Whether my Uncrowned faction can grow rapidly depends on these 'walking gold mines'.

   So, stop talking nonsense, bring your magic broom with me.

   I have to catch him today. "

   (end of this chapter)