Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 549 102. Secondly, it is very expensive to ask this chief for help

   The black dragon prince Nefarian looked at the "Chief's Hall" in front of him with a critical look.

   In his eyes, the place where the so-called "orthodox tribe" chiefs handle government affairs and live is almost like a garbage dump. In the past, in his capacity, he would never condescend to come here.

   Not only Nefarian, but even the four black dragon guards around him disliked this hellish place.

   But they need it now.

   The black stone tower forged by the dark iron dwarves is very strong. They hollowed out a mountain to complete this underground city, which can withstand the siege of several times the enemy.

   And secret enough, and chaotic enough.

  In a Black Rock Mountain, the empire of the Dark Iron Dwarves, the great clan of defeated orcs, the elemental servants of Ragnaros, the Lord of Fire, and some suspected cultists from the void gathered together.

  This is the standard "unlawful place" in the eyes of human beings.

  It is difficult for the newly-born Kingdom of Stormwind and the surrounding forces to infiltrate this place, and even in the face of the dragon army, the aborigines here are not afraid at all.

   So, in other words, this is the perfect place for the black dragons to do their "evil work" on the Eastern Continent, or even all of Azeroth.

  The proud Nefarian made up his mind after seeing the situation of Blackrock Mountain with his own eyes.

   He wants to move his dragon nest too.

   As for the orcs, well, they will be very useful tools, and they will dedicate their power to the re-emergence of the Black Dragonflight.

   Feel honored, you filthy lowly creatures!

   Nefarian thought so maliciously.

   But his expression at this time is gentle, his handsome and evil appearance is matched with the flame crown suspended on his head, as well as the ritual armor and scepter on his body, all proclaiming that he is a big man.

   He does have a place in the world of dragons and humans.

   "Thank you for your leadership, Warlock."

  Nefarian was already feeling impatient with the chattering and pretentious Fireblade Warlock who proclaimed the "majesty" of Warchief Reid.

   He interrupted Nierlu Fireblade's preaching, and handed out a magical amulet made of broken dragon scales.

   That thing immediately caught the Warlock's gaze, filling the slick orc's eyes with undisguised longing, and that greedy look made Nefari smile in peace.

   Sure enough, greed is not unique to human beings.

   He had a hunch that dealing with orcs would not be more difficult than fooling those stupid human nobles.

   "You must be an important advisor under the command of the great Chief Reid. Please lead the way for us. This amulet will be used as a gift."

   Nefarian spoke the Orcish language in an elegant tone, and handed the amulet to the warlock.

   The latter took it in his hand, and at the same time with joy in his heart, he also looked at this black-haired, black-eyed, graceful human with strange eyes. He had never seen anyone other than ancient shamans and psychics who could speak the Orcish language so gracefully.

   He didn't even know that his own language could be made full of "noble" temperament.

   "Ah, my guests are here. It's strange, I haven't had many people willing to come here before, especially for humans."

  Reid's voice sounded from outside the hall.

With a rudeness and brutality that an orc should have, Nefarian turned around with a smile, and was about to say hello to the warchief, but at a glance, he saw the man beside Red, who was wearing black armor, covering his face, and carrying a battle axe. tall figure.

   The dangerous aura emanating from that guy made the Black Dragon Prince feel a little uncomfortable.

   Damn!

   This is a legendary warrior, and judging from his breath, this guy is definitely not a "parallel" legend, this is the kind of dangerous warrior that makes dragons feel tricky.

   Dragon slaying, for him, it is estimated that it can only be regarded as a slightly difficult challenge.

The race of    orcs is really "good" at producing high-quality warriors.

   The four gloomy guards around the Black Dragon Prince also put away their arrogance at this moment, and they all sensed the threat posed by the guard of Chief Red.

   But Nefarian was indeed a man who had seen the world, he recovered immediately, and said in a warm tone to Red Blackhand who was walking towards him:

   "We just look like humans, Respected Warchief.

   Please understand that this camouflage is very necessary for human activities. If this makes you feel happy, we can also modify the appearance to be an orc. "

   "Ah, I see."

  Red rubbed his chin and put on a simple and honest look of "orc thinking", he said:

   "You also have your own secrets, okay, okay, I won't ask that much. I just want to know now, what do you mean by suddenly visiting? What do you mean by hurting my soldiers?"

The warchief    looked angry and said:

   "Are you going to start a war against my 'orthodox tribe'? If so, I'm absolutely happy to respond!"

   Saurfang, who was beside him, also stretched out his hand very cooperatively, holding the handle of the heavy battle axe behind him while the armor collided. This action caused the four black dragon guards to immediately step forward and protect His Royal Highness.

   In the narrow hall in front of him, it is difficult to exert the advantages of the giant dragon, and the four of them have to fight together in human form to stop the berserker's assassination.

   "No, we're just 'testing' partners."

   Nefarian didn't care.

   He waved his hand and said:

   "It turns out that the orc warriors under the Warchief are very brave and very reliable armed forces."

"test?"

  Reid snorted in dissatisfaction, swaggered towards his "throne", sat there again, and said coldly:

   "What arrogance! I'm starting to hate you guys, guests. Don't beat around the bush, everyone's time is precious, tell me, what are you going to do? What do you need us for?

  The most important thing is, what can the orthodox tribe get from this cooperation? "

   "Sorry to make you feel angry, Warchief."

   Nefarian made a gentle gesture, and a female black dragon took out a large box from her luggage and placed it on the table in front of Reid.

   The box was also contrived with a bow, apparently a gift.

   "But I think something like this will soothe your anger and let the Warchief see our sincerity."

  The Black Dragon Prince made a "please" action.

  Reid snorted disdainfully, and he winked at the warlock next to him, who immediately stepped forward and opened the gift box under the burning light of the brazier erected around him.

   The next moment, the dogleg warlock let out an exclamation, Red also stood up from the throne, and Varok Saurfang, who was beside him, clenched his fingers.

  In that big box, there is a black warhammer.

It is as tall as a normal man. It has a dark body and is entirely made of steel. Its simple shape reveals a domineering force. It is shaped into a black warhammer with a square head and a square brain. .

  The most peculiar thing is that the hammer head of this warhammer is not an entity.

   It seems that there is a heart of flame burning inside it, making it like a stove, emitting heat continuously.

   On the other end of the warhammer handle, it is shaped into a sharp spearhead, and there is a small round hammer body as a counterweight, which is hung at the end with a chain.

   There is no orc who does not know this warhammer, just as there is no orc who does not know the Doomhammer.

   This thing is called "Black Hand".

   It is an ancestral weapon of the Blackhand family, like the Blackrock clan's Doomhammer, the Warsong clan's Gorehowl, the Burning Blade's Sank'su, and the Mok'Nathal's Misha Remar.

   It also represents the history of the great orc clan.

   It is also a weapon of destruction forged in the volcanic core of Frostfire Ridge on Draenor.

   It is also a legend.

   Only belongs to the legend of the Black Hand family.

   After the duel between the Blackhand High Chief and Orgrim Doomhammer's Mac'Gora, with the death of the Blackhand High Chief, this warhammer was also lost in the war.

   The two Black Hand brothers have been working hard to find it. The Blackrock clan without this weapon has no soul.

   And now, this lost weapon was brought to Reid.

"This"

  Reid's excitement at this moment was beyond words. He kicked Nerlu Fireblade away with one kick. With an indescribable impulse, he reached out and grabbed the warhammer in the box and grabbed it suddenly.

  At the same time as Reid held the Black Hand Warhammer, the burning heart of flames in the hammer head seemed to be reignited, and a scorching power began to flow on the warhammer like a lamp.

"Ha ha ha ha"

   Red, who held the black hand, laughed loudly. He had never been able to call himself the Blackrock Chieftain, but now, he has the qualification.

   "Very good! You are good! Guests!"

The Great Chief    looked back at the Black Dragon Prince, who announced with joy:

   "No matter what you have done before, from now on you will be the most honored guests of the Orthodox tribe! My Blackrock Spire is open to all of you.

   Speak your request.

  If possible, I will definitely help! "

   This statement is completely under Nefarian's control. Everything in front of him is going according to the plan of the Black Dragon Prince. The reckless character of the orc is really easy to control.

   Playing them with applause is as easy as grabbing candy from a child.

  The Black Dragon Prince laughed in his heart, and he said to the ecstatic Reid in a gentle tone:

   "The Orcs regard straightforwardness as a virtue, so I'm welcome, Warchief. First of all, my people and I need a place that is private enough and spacious enough to do some 'research work'.

I think."

   "The top floor of the Blackrock Spire is for you. That place is the throne room before the dwarves. The place is too big and difficult to clean up. Now it is our warehouse.

   You won’t need it anyway, so you can take it. "

Reid waved his hand, and without waiting for Nefarian to finish speaking, he boldly divided a place for the black dragons, and then the prince of the black dragon heard Reid, who was waving the black-handed warhammer to find the feeling, and talked in a smooth tone. Another thing happened:

   "But rent or something can't be less.

  We, the orthodox tribe of Blackrock Tower, have had a hard time, everyone has to eat. I'll give you something cheaper, 150,000 gold coins for the first year, and 50,000 gold coins for each year thereafter.

   This price is really not expensive.

  The place is very large, the terrain is flat, it is condescending, it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the lighting is good. It also has a secret inner hall that the dwarves originally used as a treasure house.

   And our orthodox tribe is doing security work to ensure that there will be no trifles disturbing your research.

  I only paid such a small rent because of the honor of the guest. "

"This"

   Nefarian felt that there was something wrong with the statement of the Orc Warchief in front of him.

  This is different from what I imagined. We all gave you your family heirloom. You are a straightforward and honest orc, shouldn’t you give us that place for free?

  Why are you talking about rent?

  You Red Blackhand, are you really a serious orc?

   How do I feel like I'm talking to a goblin disguised as an orc?

   But if you want to maintain the identity and dignity of the Black Dragon Prince, you can't really quarrel with Reid just because of the mere 150,000 gold coins, it would be too indecent.

   Orcs can be shameless, but black dragons cannot!

   And listening to Reid's statement, it seems to make sense. The place is on the top floor of the Black Rock Tower. Even if the blue dragon who hates the black dragon the most comes, he must first penetrate the entire Black Rock Tower before he can fight the black dragon.

   And the time the orcs bought was enough for the black dragon to evacuate properly.

  Thinking about it this way, 50,000 gold coins a year does not seem to be expensive if you include this security service. The most important thing is that the Black Dragon Legion has been hidden in the human world for nearly a thousand years, and they have no shortage of wealth or anything.

   "Okay! It's a word."

  Nefarian agreed without hesitation.

   "It's a lot of money, guests, I'm starting to appreciate you."

  Reid was also very satisfied, he turned his head and said to the Fire Blade Warlock:

   "Go, tell my quartermaster Zgres, we have money in our hands, and add a few extra pieces of meat to the soldiers' pots today."

"okay."

  The Fireblade Warlock ran out with a look of joy to give orders, and soon the entire Blackrock Spire burst into cheers.

   A group of black dragons looked at each other.

   Isn't it?

   After all, you are the king of the mountain, are you really suffering like this?

  Nefarian almost laughed out loud, he thought it was interesting that these orcs lived a hard life. But after all, he came with a serious business, so he quickly talked about the second thing.

   This is the real big deal.

   "We've been plotting the assassination of Human Marshal Lothar recently, and have reached out to your brethren on Draenor through arcane methods. Those brave chieftains will soon enter the world through the rift of the Dark Portal.

   They came not only to assassinate Lothar, but also to find a way out for the orcs trapped in Draenor.

   This is not a bad thing for you either. "

  Nefarian cautiously threw a soundproof barrier, and then said to Reid:

   "I need you to be a part of this project too.

  Send your soldiers to harass the Watch Keep in the Blasted Lands, and accompany your people to Blackrock Spire. We will be responsible for sending you to the northern border. "

   "What did you say? Orc chieftains from Draenor will come too?"

  Red was shocked.

   Before he could speak, Saurfang next to him questioned first, and there was no joy in his words, but a solemn tone.

   "No rules! I'm discussing matters with your distinguished guests, so how can you speak!"

  Reid reacted extremely quickly.

   roared and kicked Saurfang on the **** of the talking nonsense. The legendary warrior also reacted in an instant, and immediately accused the Great Chief in a "frightened" voice.

   "Assassinate Lothar, ha, all the **** orcs want to do it!"

  Red stood up and shouted to the black dragons:

   "I do this thing!"

   The black dragons all smiled.

  Then they heard Red's voice change and said:

   "But my soldiers are living very hard, and I will not hide from you. The army salaries have been in arrears for several months. If I want them to participate in the war, I must first make up their army salaries and give them a reward.

   Blame the Dark Iron Dwarf's bar!

   The hellish place taught them to spend money! When the lowest ogre drudge has learned to drink too much, military pay is never enough.

   I'd really like to be involved in the assassination of Lothar, which is what all orcs long for after the defeat of the war, but money."

   The black dragons looked at each other.

   They are now sure that this chief Redder, who is desperate for money, is really not a serious orc!

   (end of this chapter)