Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 548 101. Well said, but first, please call me Warchief!

   "Come, let me introduce you to everyone. This is the new instructor of the 'Devil Learning and Demon Power Defense Class' at Nar'Thalas College. Her name is Ilisana Ravencrest.

   is a very elite demon hunter and a veteran of the Illidari Legion.

   Her proficiency in demon knowledge and demon tactics will effectively strengthen the development of the Warlock School. "

   Later that day, shortly after the first day of the magic debate, Black appeared with a thin demon hunter in front of the envoys of the entire Nar'Thalas Academy.

  He introduced newcomers to the teachers in front of him:

   "Under the Dean's guidance, I have had an in-depth and friendly conversation with Mentor Ravencrest, who is willing to take over the position of Mentor Maris Calamity who will finish teaching in a few months.

   However, since she and Suramar's great magister Elisande still have a bit of a 'job handover' that has not yet been completed, she will not be able to go to the academy to perform her duties in a few months.

   At that time, this year's freshmen will also complete the enrollment, and will not delay the already formulated teaching plan. However, this news needs to be kept secret, and I hope to give the new students of the Warlock School a 'surprise'. "

   "Clap clap"

   A group of ghost mentors welcomed the arrival of the new companions with warm applause. As the representative of the mentors, Deriana also personally presented the academy's mentor robe, letter of appointment and identity badge.

   The bad-talking Demon Hunter thanked him shyly.

   "As a 'practitioner', she will join the topic I mentioned to you about the 'Death Knight' that will be opened after she returns."

  Black whispered to Dean Blue Moon:

  "The 'experimental product' and 'testing site' have also been arranged, and we can officially start this research topic as long as your mentor's promotion ceremony is completed.

  Old Merry said that he was not interested, but from the fire of his soul beating in his eyes, he knew that the old guy was actually very interested in this. So I suggest that you might as well talk to your mentor again.

   Invited him to join our research as an "Honorary Mentor". "

"Um."

   Dean Lanyue nodded.

   Today's debate made her a little tired. The mages in Dalaran still have two brushes. Some of the strange questions they asked made the dean almost capsize.

   Fortunately, her knowledge reserve is strong enough to finally keep the name of Nartharas Academy.

   "This research topic is indeed very creative, but the research materials we have now, only the psychic books of the Shadowmoon Orcs, are still incomplete.

   This is equivalent to studying the 'Death Knight' system from scratch.

  I heard Merry say that during the Orc War, Gul'dan's Shadow Council had some 'Death Knight' individuals. If a 'sample' could be found, maybe the research would go more smoothly. "

   Dean Lanyue rubbed the forehead of the spirit body and said to Black:

   "Although most of the death knights have fled back to the world of Draenor, it is said that there are some body specimens of death knights who died in battle in the human kingdom.

   Can you find a way to get some? "

   "Yes, but it doesn't make sense."

  Black shook his head and explained to the dean:

   "Gul'dan's death knights were just a failed design. They didn't break away from the shadowmoon clan's psychics, they just crudely combined the souls of warlocks with the bodies of dead knights.

   They are still using shadow magic, not pure death aura.

   Those samples are of little reference value to us, and it is better to study from scratch.

  Madroxxus of the Shadow Realm has a complete method of using the death aura. When you complete the orthodox Lich promotion ceremony, Dean, you will also learn part of it in the connection of life and death.

   With the knowledge exchange between you and Merry, and the help of my wisdom, it will not be very difficult to study the power system of the death knight.

   is nothing more than spending more time. Huh? "

   When Black was talking to Dean Blue Moon, he found that his butler, Moros, appeared in the hall of the Mage Tower, and the latter made a gesture to him, meaning that there was new news.

  The pirate said something to the dean, then walked to Moros and took a letter from the latter.

   "It was sent from Blackrock Mountain. Old Garni said there was a 'guest' there."

  Moros whispered.

   "Yo, the efficiency of the Black Dragon Prince is not bad."

  Black opened the letter in his hand with a smile, and the ugly handwriting seemed to be from Reid's hand, but laughing at the ugly handwriting of the orcs was not the point.

  The pirate glanced at the letter, and his expression immediately became serious.

  Reid gave him rather "terrible" news in his letter.

   "Dean!"

  Blake whispered, and Dean Lanyue, who was about to go to rest, turned around suspiciously, and saw his student waving the letter in his hand, and said to her in a strange tone:

   "The 'Death Knight Sample' you asked for has been delivered to your door. They will arrive near Dalaran in a few days, and you can start preparing for capture now.

   Chief Reid this time, really gave us a big face! "

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   Time went back to the day before, in the Black Rock Mountain of the Burning Plain, Chief Red, who had just finished his dinner, was conducting his daily "inspection" in his loyal Black Rock Tower.

   He is very arrogant now.

   The armor on his body is made by dark iron dwarves.

   Each of the guards around him has a suit, and they are so handsome when they go out and walk around.

   After the bad previous months, the development of Blackrock Spire's "Orthodox Tribe" is on track.

  Especially after reaching a difficult "peace agreement" with the stubborn dark iron dwarves, Red and his orcs can finally buy the supplies they need from Darkforge.

  Although those **** Dark Iron dwarves raised the price, Warchief Red didn't really care.

   He has his own way of "making money".

  His younger brother Maim has developed a very successful pirate career on the sea. A part of the harvest after each plunder of Maim's ships will be transferred through the goblin bank and deposited into Reid's private account.

   Although not much, it is enough for Red to complete his daily transactions with the Dark Iron Dwarves.

   So basically, Chief Reid is eating his younger brother's "soft rice" now, but between the brothers, it is a major event to revive the family's reputation. Maim didn't say anything, and others are even less qualified to comment.

   And the captain is also very loyal.

   Every once in a while, the old Garni will send some material and money, plus the orcs under Red will occasionally go out in the burning plains or scorching canyons to kill looters.

  The most amazing thing is that Reid will send a group of elite warriors to fight in the dark iron arena in Darkforge City every week to earn generous rewards.

  Gorosh, the most capable gladiator under his command, "Cultivator", has dominated the Black Iron Arena for two consecutive months.

   can bring rich rewards to the orthodox tribe every month, and then exchange it for the food and supplies needed by the orcs.

   Under such "efforts", the orthodox tribes of Blackrock Tower are still suffering, but at least there will be no starvation.

   With Reid's commanding ability, being able to do this is enough to make the orcs in Blackrock Spire "grateful".

   They are a group of losers after all.

   Without Reid's command and protection, they would only end up being hacked to death by humans, or captured by the evil dark iron dwarves as slaves and labored to death in the mines.

  Reid also placed a lot of eyeliners, constantly promoting his "benevolence" in his orthodox tribe, and he knew how to win over the group of very capable and stupid ogres as his "thugs".

   So basically, Chief Red's rule over Blackrock Tower has stabilized, and it's time to enter the "rest and recuperation" stage as planned.

   All this satisfied the warchief who was inspecting in Blackrock Spire.

   No matter what others say, he still feels that he, the Great Chief, has done a very good job. This can be seen from the fact that fewer and fewer soldiers have fled in the past two months.

   "Ah, finally have a clan again, Dad, Maim and I will definitely make the Blackrock clan rise again! Please protect us with your soul."

  Reid stood at the height of the Blackrock Tower and looked at his little "kingdom" and looked at the orc soldiers patrolling below, and he was quite proud in his heart.

   But the Warchief also has troubles.

   "Is that die-hard guy still unwilling to swear allegiance to me?"

  Reid finished expressing his feelings and pride, and then turned to look at the orc warlock Nerlu Fireblade, who was leaning on a bone staff and humbly said to his great chief:

   "No, that guy has no intention of lowering his head, and he is very good at fighting. After three of our jailers were crushed to death by him, no one was willing to persuade him."

   "Then let him go!"

  Reid said angrily:

   "What's the matter with me? Eat so much food all day! One person can satisfy the appetite of four or five people, and he is not willing to let him go to the arena of the Dark Iron Dwarves to make money.

   Do you really think of me as a hotel? Come when you want, eat when you want!

   Drive him away! "

   The anger of the warchief made the Fireblade Warlock terrified, and he whispered:

   "We've tried to drive him away, Warchief. But he's too good at fighting, he makes his cage his home, and we're no match for him at all.

   He also asked us not to provide him with pork, he would not eat it, and he also asked us to prepare spirits for the soldiers to drink. The most troublesome thing is that his reputation is very high, and many of our soldiers will spontaneously protect him.

   Really want to forcibly evict, I am afraid it will cause an embarrassing riot. "

   "It's really a hob meat!"

  The Great Chief was angry again.

   Intentionally went to expel the **** who was "caught back" last month, but after thinking about the fighting strength of both sides, Chief Reid put down this idea rationally.

   Really fight by himself, afraid that he will be beaten to the ground by that **** within three rounds.

Forget it.

  Isn’t a prisoner, just treat it as if he didn’t see it, and out of sight is pure.

   Besides, there is an extra legendary warrior in the Blackrock Tower, so when I run into trouble, I can feel a little more confident.

   Everyone is an orc, and they always report to the group to keep warm. If the dark iron dwarf really turned his face, he wouldn't betray the race and go help the dwarves, right?

   "Great Chief!"

Just when Reid was about to finish his inspection and return to his warm chieftain hall, when he found a few orc girls to discuss important matters of family inheritance, an orc hunter wearing leather armor, carrying a black iron shotgun, with a bruised nose and a swollen face suddenly ran over to him. He reports:

   "A human being came to our side and asked to see you by name."

   "A mere human, with such a big breath?"

Before   Red could speak, the dogleg warlock Nerul Fireblade next to him jumped out and scolded:

   "He can see the warchief whenever he wants? Drive him away! No, kill him! Hang his head at the entrance of the tower and warn the other bastards."

   "That guy is amazing, we can't beat him."

   The orc hunter who came to report the news touched the bruises on his face, and said to the Great Chief aggrieved:

   "Ten of us went up together, and we are not the opponent of one of his guards. He brought four guards."

   "You bastards, what a shame for the Great Chief!"

  The warlock was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves on the spot to teach this incompetent person a lesson, but was stopped by Reid waving his hand.

   Seeing that the Great Chief was about to speak, the Fireblade Warlock, who was still angry just now, took a step back in a humble manner.

   "What does that human look like?"

  Reid narrowed his eyes, remembering the letter sent by the captain some time ago, he asked, and the orc hunter in front of him immediately replied:

   "Black hair, black eyes, wearing a black armor, a cape, and a proud attitude. He also holds a scepter made of ruby.

   He also said that he had a gift for the Great Chief, which would definitely satisfy the Great Chief. "

   "Ha, sure enough, those guys!"

  Reid's heart is awe-inspiring.

  The people predicted by the captain are here, no, those black dragons are here.

  The Great Chief rubbed his hands, and there was a flash of anticipation in his eyes. He coughed twice, assumed the majesty of the Great Chief, and said to the orc warlock behind him:

   "Go yourself, take the guests into my hall, and let them wait a moment."

   After finishing speaking, Reid didn't say much, and walked to the cage of Blackrock Spire with the guards. After a few minutes, he personally walked into the cell of the **** who had been "eating and drinking" for more than a month.

   He said to the tall orc who turned his back to him and was propping up his body with one finger of his left hand and his right hand behind him, doing push-ups quickly for exercise:

   "I need you to help me once."

   "Don't help, get out!"

   That guy's answer was very tough.

   is so stubborn that he doesn't look like a prisoner at all, as if he is the big chief here, and Red is just a **** who doesn't need to care at all.

   "Enough! Varok Saurfang!"

  Red was incensed by his posturing.

   The Great Chief cursed:

   "Don't think I don't know what you came here for, those orcs commanded by your brother were targeted by dwarves and humans in the barren land.

  You guys are very good at fighting, I admit it! But you also need a stable rear to carry out the final mission given to you by the dead ghost of Orgrim.

Stop pretending!

  You came to my Blackrock Spire to inquire about information, and you want to cooperate with me! You want me to open Blackrock Spire to you as your respite.

   I will tell you so.

   This matter is negotiable, and we can also cooperate, but you must first prove your sincerity. I need you to help me this time, and then, I will send a messenger to talk to your brother. "

"Ha ha"

  The guy opposite Reid let out a low laugh, he got up from the ground, clapped the dust on his hands, and said:

   "They say Red Blackhand is a stupid bastard, but I think you're much smarter than most orcs. Come on, how can I help you? Help you assassinate the Dark Iron Emperor or his general?

no problem!

  Give me an axe, a suit of armor, and I'll go now. "

   "No, I will deal with the Dark Iron Dwarf."

  Reid waved his hand.

   Immediately, a guard sent a set of elite black plate armor and a double-edged axe forged by dwarves. The Great Chief held his arms and said to Varok Saurfang in front of him:

   "Put it on and make yourself more energetic! I need you to come on stage as my **** and help me boost my momentum. When necessary, scare those arrogant people."

   "But first, you have to call me Warchief! Come on, let me hear you."

   (end of this chapter)