Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 550 103. Finally, this chief has a small "request"

   The conversation with Warchief Reid was actually smoother than the black dragons expected.

  Red Blackhand is not the stupid and stubborn orc they think of. In fact, the warchief is quite cunning. He can understand any demands made by the black dragon and the necessity of those demands.

   He can even draw inferences from one case, so that the black dragons can easily reach cooperation without having to speak too clearly.

   This satisfied all the black dragons, including Nefarian.

   It is always pleasant to talk to a smart person, especially when the smart person is winking and flattering. This kind of conversation can even be called "enjoyment".

   But Red's biggest problem is that this guy doesn't live without money.

   always puts money demands on the black dragons in unexpected places.

   It is true that the various situations the Warchief spoke of do exist.

   The miserable life of the orcs in the Blackrock Tower cannot be concealed from the eyes of the black dragons, but the problem is, this is the army of your Warchief Reid, not the army of the black dragons!

  Why do you want the black dragons to pay for your army?

   "Rude! You greedy orc! We took the initiative to show goodwill and seek cooperation with you, a small force. Not only are you not grateful, but you have made so many demands!"

   One of the guards of the black dragon prince Nefarian, the black dragon named "Kararan the Deceiver" angrily scolded:

   "Do you think that you are hiding in this rat's nest and calling yourself the Great Chief, so you can be on an equal footing with the mighty Black Dragon Legion? Recognize your identity!"

   "Huh? Know my identity?"

  Reid's smiling face suddenly turned cold, with the evil demeanor of a certain pirate turning his face like a book.

"boom"

   He placed the black-handed warhammer in front of his throne. The orc guards in the chieftain’s hall also drew their weapons in unison at this moment, and the war chief of the chieftain clenched the horn outside the hall.

   As long as that thing is blown, the orcs and ogres all over Blackrock Spire, as well as the trolls who have been annexed by them, will rally.

   "You beat my people! You broke into my clan! You asked me to send troops to assist in your little plan! You also tried to use my fellow Draenor as cannon fodder!

   Now let me know who I am!

  I think the people who should really recognize your identity are you, Black Dragon! Now, but you, please! "

   Red roared, louder than louder.

   And this guy is really powerful when he is angry. Although Chief Red is oily on the surface, don't forget that he also entered the Tomb of Sargeras and followed Black's expedition to Zandalar.

   even defeated the Hell Vanguard, dealt with the Loa demigods, and betrayed the role of Orgrim Doomhammer.

Although he is not well-known in the world of Azeroth, in terms of the race of orcs alone, Reid is certainly not among the most powerful orc chieftains, but he is already a not-so-subtle role.

   A mere black dragon!

  Reid is not illiterate either.

   He had also heard his captain brag about the dragon army. The black dragon looked strong, but he was just a bereaved dog in the dragon army.

   is essentially no different from the orcs huddled in Blackrock Spire.

   "I know you guys are powerful enough that you can kill me and my soldiers, swagger away from Blackrock Spire or take over here.

   But 'great' black dragons, after the death of us lowly orcs, you have to do what you aspire to accomplish. And do you dare to appear near the Watch Fort? "

  Red stroked the handle of his father's warhammer.

   He looked coldly at the black dragons in front of him and said:

   "If you really want to be as powerful as you claim to be, you don't have to come to me at all, and you have to send a gift to an orc warchief who is extremely low in your eyes.

   Your leaders have said that this is a cooperation!

  Each party contributes, it is called cooperation!

  You now want my soldiers, and my tribe will die for you! We're going to give our lives for your plan, and now I'm just asking you for money, and you're going to turn your back?

  This is your 'sincerity'?

  Oh, the power of the Black Dragon Legion is so great, I can't bear it in this small place like Blackrock Tower.

you!

   See off for me. "

  The Great Chief snorted, stood up abruptly, and said to Saurfang who had drawn his battle axe beside him:

   "Send the guests to Darkforge.

  Perhaps Thaurissan, the guy who loves to show off, can talk to the 'great and noble' black dragons, and we rude and lowly orcs can't afford to serve these uncles. "

   "As you order, Warchief."

   Varok Saurfang sneered a few times. Although this legendary warrior looked down on Reid a little, he had to admit that Reid's words were really beautiful.

   fiercely killed the arrogance of these arrogant black dragons.

  Legendary person stepped forward with a battle axe, mixing his legendary power with anger, and the warrior power called "Execution" made the entire chieftain's hall dangerous.

   Several black dragons felt that the orc in front of them would charge up at any time and give themselves a headshot beheading. Even if they turned into a dragon, they would end up with serious injuries.

   Nefarian glared at the young black dragon Kararan who was talking nonsense.

   Even though what Kararan said, it was what the Black Dragon Prince wanted to say.

   The food of the orc chieftain is really ugly, but Red is right, what the black dragons want is the orcs to work hard, and it is necessary to pay for it.

  You hire adventurers to do things in the human kingdom, don’t you want to pay them too?

"Your Majesty, what you said before is very reasonable. Cooperation is called cooperation when all parties contribute. Please forgive my young squire's indiscretion. He was born after the ancient war and has not experienced the miserable years. "

   Nefarian raised his scepter and made a pause to the approaching orc legend. The elegant and noble prince said aloud:

   "But if money can resolve our little skirmishes, I'd be happy to provide your orthodox tribe with a decent amount of financial aid. Isn't it money.

  Money is always the best solution.

   My only doubt is if the orthodox tribes can do what we want to see after we paid for it? "

   "Did you see my bodyguard?"

  Red arrogantly pointed to his "guard", he said proudly:

   "For an orc who can fight like him, I have a whole little clan in the Badlands!

   You must have your own information channels, you may as well ask yourself, how much they have caused the dwarves and humans of the Alliance to suffer in recent months!

   It's just a piece of cake to harass Watch Fortress.

   As long as the financial aid is in place, we can go now.

  As for the assassination of Lothar, this is more important, and we will discuss it in detail after the chiefs of Draenor have come to Blackrock Mountain.

   As for me, I am a junior in front of the chiefs. When the time comes, I will ask them to make up their minds and never talk too much. "

"it is good!"

   Nefarian's eyes lit up.

   He also heard the news that the Alliance was continuously defeated by a group of mysterious orcs in the Badlands.

   This military report cannot be faked.

  If Reid really has such an elite team, it would be worthwhile to spend so much money to buy peace of mind.

   "Five days later, your compatriots will cross the Dark Portal rift, and if all goes well, in a week, we will set off for the northern border.

   So much time, enough to mobilize? "

   Nefarian asked.

  Reid hesitated for a moment, and he glanced at Saurfang, who pretended to think, and the latter nodded at him inaudibly.

"enough."

  The Great Chief replied angrily, then he rolled his eyes and said:

   "But from the Burning Steppes to the Blasted Lands, we have to cross the Redridge Mountains and the Swamp of Sorrows, which are Alliance territory, and we can only dispatch small-scale elites to go there.

  If you want things to be done properly, you have to agree to another 'little' request from me. "

"what else do you want?"

   Before speaking this time, the black dragon Kararan took a special look at His Royal Highness, and after getting permission from the other party's eyes, he said angrily:

   "Orc Chieftain! Don't go too far! Talking to your partner Lion, is it the virtue of your orcs?"

   "Hey, we orcs have many virtues. If you want to hear it, I can spend half a day telling you about it."

  Reid snorted, spread his hands, and said helplessly:

   "I'm really not a lion, this time it's really about cooperation.

  I was thinking that if the Black Dragonflight could 'borrow' a few dragons for my Horde warriors, we could fly over the coast of the Endless Sea without disturbing the Alliance.

   As for myself, I am a rather vain person.

  This time to pick up my seniors, I always have to show the dignity of a great chief, so I took the liberty of wanting to 'long-term lease' a dragon for me to use from His Royal Highness.

   Rest assured, Your Highness.

   Now that I have money, I will definitely pay the rent on time. "

  The Great Chief patted his chest and promised.

The    provoked Nefarian laughed, he waved his hand and said:

   "There is no need for rent or something. The Prestor family can't afford to lose face, and the dragon can also negotiate, but don't think about it as an adult dragon.

  We have our own dignity and are not allowed to be ridden by orcs.

   At most one young dragon can be your partner.

   In addition, I have a small question for the Warchief, I hope you don't mind. "

   "Ask, ask."

  Reid was overjoyed at this meeting, saying that these black dragons are quite generous. He has long envied that the captain has a young dragon first mate, and he also wants a support scene.

  I didn’t expect things to go so smoothly.

   But Nefarian's next question made Red's face change drastically.

  The Black Dragon Prince narrowed his eyes, looked at Red, and said:

   "After we met, I never revealed my identity to you. How did you know that I was the Black Dragon Prince? Who told you my identity?"

  Nefarian seized the loophole in Reid's words and said thoughtfully:

   "I felt something was wrong when the Great Chief made a condition just now. I feel that Your Excellency Reid doesn't seem to be at all strange about our presence. You seem to have known that we are coming to visit you!

   Who told you this?

  Who is the person behind you? "

   "Ah this."

  Reid was a little overwhelmed by Nefarian's continuous questioning. He looked into the black dragon's eyes, and Nefarian's eyes swirled like a vortex, as if to absorb Reid's spirit.

   At the critical moment, Saurfang let out a huge battle cry, abruptly awakening Reid from his mental temptation.

  The Great Chief took a step back while holding the warhammer. The surrounding orcs swarmed up to besiege the Black Dragon, but they were shouted back by Reid who reacted:

   "You, all go out! Saurfang stay."

  The orc warriors in the hall were a little hesitant, but under the threat of the Great Chief's eyes, they obediently exited the hall one by one, and closed the door.

  Reid was relieved. Under the gaze of the Black Dragon Prince, he leaned on the throne in a decadent manner, covered his head, and said in a helpless tone:

   "Well, if you found out, then I won't hide it."

   He took out his cursed gold coin from his neck, and said to Nefarian, whose face changed slightly:

   "At the end of the Orc War, when I was chasing Gul'dan, I went to Zandalar by accident. The name of the Dark Prophet Zul, I wonder if His Royal Highness has heard of it?

   Anyway, I saw Zul there, listened to his wisdom, and got into Bwonsamdi the troll death.

  I am now compelled to serve the alien **** of death, in my Blackrock Spire, in the lands of those troll clans that I have specially recruited, and the shrine of the **** of death.

   That evil **** longs for souls. "

  Reid was talking and threw his gold coin to Nefarian. The latter took it in his hand, and he didn't need to feel it. The cold death breath flowed and rolled back in his hand.

  Reid on the throne seemed to have removed all disguise, he stared at Nefarian and said:

   "As of now, I can't hide it. It's hard to be a dog to Bwonsamdi. If the Black Dragon Army can give me strength, let me break free from Bwonsamdi's control.

   I'll be a dog for you, and it's not impossible.

   Anyway, for us bereaved dogs, it doesn't matter who the owner is, as long as they can eat meat and bones. "

  The Black Dragon Prince savored Reid's words and looked at the gold coin in his hand. After a few seconds, Nefarian showed a smile and said to Reid:

   "Of course I know the name of the Prophet Zul.

   And to seek strength, you really have found the right person.

  My dear Warchief. I noticed that your soldiers still seem to be affected by the blood, and I just happen to have a way to help them out of that unbearable weakness.

  I will give you the money you want.

  I don't need you to be a dog to the Black Dragon Legion. Don't belittle yourself like this, Your High Chief, as long as you serve the cause of Deathwing faithfully, you will be rewarded with strength.

   And now is your chance to serve our master.

   As long as you can kill Lothar, as long as you can satisfy him, you will have everything you want. Kararan, you remain in Blackrock Spire to assist the High Chieftain in his quest. "

  Nefarian turned his head and gave orders to his attendants in a master-like manner. Reid did not stop him, which made the corner of the Black Dragon Prince's mouth curl into a smile.

   He turned to Red and said:

   "After five days, I will come back with what you desire, Your High Chief. But you also want me to see what I want to see! In your words, everyone contributes, and this is called cooperation."

   (end of this chapter)