Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 551 104. Go, follow this chief to do big things

   "Fortunately, the captain prepared a plan in advance and was able to push everything on Bwonsamdi. This prince of the black dragon is a little clever and really difficult to deal with."

In the Chieftain's Hall in Blackrock Spire, Reid watched Nefarian and his squires leave under the leadership of Nierlu Fireblade, and went to the upper floors of Blackrock Spire to visit the hall "rented" from Reid. .

  The Great Chief really broke into a cold sweat from the situation just now.

   He curled his lips, put the black-handed warhammer in front of him behind his back, gave Saurfang a wink next to him, and motioned him to follow.

  The two orcs entered the chief's room next to the hall. Red made himself a comfortable big bed and a large dwarf-style wine cabinet. Saurfang looked at these "luxurious" enjoyments with contempt.

  Red Blackhand is not a good fighter.

   It’s been less than half a year since he became the chief, and he has already started to immerse himself in pleasure and neglect exercise. There is actually a garbage heap on the edge of this room that has not been cleaned up!

   So lazy and burnout!

   His strength in this life has come to an end.

   But what made Saurfang feel even more contemptuous was that what Reid said to the Black Dragon Prince was really shameful. This guy has lost all the energy that an orc warrior should have.

   It seems that his investigation is coming to an end, and Blackrock Spire is not a long-term place to stay.

   "Nefarian is such a tough guy, I don't think the rhetoric just now can hold him back for too long.

   This situation is not something I can handle with my stupidity. "

  Red didn't care about Saurfang's thoughts either. He took out a pen and paper from the bedside and quickly wrote something down, like he wanted to send a message to someone important.

   While writing, he said to Saurfang without looking up:

   "Hurry up and run to the wasteland to invite your Overseer Brox and his elites back to fight. Once the lunatics of Grom and Kargath come over, I can't hold the scene.

   At that time, they will have to rely on Brocks who can suppress them to preside over the overall situation. These black dragons actually want to assassinate Lothar. Don't they know that Lothar is covered by 'that lord'?

   This is really self-defeating! "

"What did you say?"

  Saurfang couldn't understand a little. The legendary warrior first looked around cautiously. After confirming that there was no magic monitoring, he asked in a low voice:

   "Who do you think Lothar is wearing? Who has the qualifications to cover the Alliance Marshal?"

   "Oh, you really don't understand, you poor **** with no power."

  Reid looked up at his elder and said sarcastically:

   "You really think Lothar won the Burning Steppes victory himself? Ridiculous! When I was in Zandalar, I knew the Alliance would win, but Orgrim wouldn't necessarily die.

  Let me tell you, poor Varok, behind that decisive battle there was someone you can't imagine secretly presiding over. He could not influence the course of the war, but he planned Lothar's survival and Orgrim's death!

  Lothar should have died here more than half a year ago.

   His current life was bestowed upon him by the 'that lord' to whom I swear allegiance. "

   "Your allegiance. Bwonsamdi?"

  Saurfang said the tongue-in-cheek troll name, the first time he had heard the name of this alien **** of death, but his guess made Red laugh.

  The Great Chief patted his legs and said:

   "You actually believe it? As expected of a simple-minded fighter, no wonder the lord told me, don't be afraid of exposure, this plan prepared in advance is enough to scare most people.

   Ah, his dark wisdom is as trustworthy as ever! "

   "Are you lying to those black dragons?"

  Saurfang looked suspiciously at Red, he was silent for a few seconds, and said:

   "Red Blackhand, in my memory, you were not so cunning in the past. What changed you? Or, who changed you?"

   "Everyone can change, Varok. I did learn a lot of useful things during that trip. For example, I know that a good warrior is not necessarily a good chief."

  Reid quickly wrote the letter, stuck out his tongue and licked the envelope, sealed it, and threw it on the small garbage heap in the corner of his room.

  Saurfang felt dizzy.

  The moment the letter was thrown, it disappeared into the weird fog, only for a moment, and then it returned to normal.

After Red sent the letter, it seemed that all the troubles and problems had been solved. He opened the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of dwarf spirits, and with a dashing gesture, took off the bottle cap on the thorns of the black-handed warhammer at hand, He took a sip into his mouth comfortably.

   stretched again and lay on his luxurious big bed.

   In the burning light of the brazier erected around him, Reid slumped on his comfortable bed in a posture of lying on Ge You. He spread his hands and said to Saurfang in front of him:

   "I won't try to woo you diehard Orgrim loyalists.

  I know you look down on me, but it doesn't matter. Although everyone has different goals, they can cooperate.

  I will not interfere with your continued fulfillment of the orders of that ghoul of Orgrim.

  I will provide you with a safe place to stay. Thanks to the generous financial assistance of the black dragons, I can provide you with the best food and weapons.

   and enjoyment.

   I have only one request. "

  Reid stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, then poured another sip of spirits into his mouth, he said:

   "You must declare your 'allegiance' to me when I need it, don't take it too seriously, it's just a name I use to intimidate my trashy subordinates and other orcs.

   Now that the black dragons are here too, I need your force to ensure that those black dragons don't dare to stretch their hands too long.

  I wouldn't really ask you to fight for me.

   I know that I can't command you, and I won't go to great lengths to pursue this privilege. After my flame shaman and warlock training is completed, I won't need your foxes and tigers.

   Take my words back to Overseer Brox.

   I have always admired his strength and loyalty.

  I believe he will make a choice that is good for both of us. "

   Varok Saurfang was silent for a few seconds, and he said frankly:

   "We won't join in the assassination of Lothar, he defeated the Warchief in a one-on-one battle, and the victory was nothing. The Warchief also told us to avenge him before he died.

   Facts have proved that even without Lothar, we are still no match for humans.

The time when    was bewitched by demonic blood and slaughtered is over.

   We now have to do something right for the Orcs. "

"yes?"

  Reid sneered noncommittally, rolled his eyes, and said:

   "I heard you don't eat delicious pork, why? Varok, you should know that pork is a staple food for orcs even in Draenor."

   This irrelevant question silenced Varok for a while, and he ultimately did not answer it.

   But Reid said the answer in his heart:

   "Because when the butcher slaughtered the pig, the scream of the beast reminded you of the Shattrath City massacre, and the draenei old and weak women and children who died under your battle axe also made such screams.

   After you drank the blood, how many people did you kill? Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? One hundred thousand? Can't tell? Tell me, Varok, has a legendary warrior like you, a former cold-blooded butcher, learned to repent?

  Do you want me to find you a Paladin and let him baptize you? "

   "click"

  Saurfang's gauntlet holding the battle axe made a muffled sound. Under the full-covered battle helmet, Varok's bloodshot eyes stared at Red, and he said word by word:

   "Don't do this! Red, you're courting death!"

   "Okay okay, I'm just parroting."

  Reid raised his hands spinelessly, he said with a bit of drunkenness:

"I just told you the sarcasm that came with listening to his story about you when I stayed by that lord's side. I knew from the look of you that the lord really predicted you. state of mind at this time.

   I have no ill will, Varok, I have always respected the powerful.

   I just wanted to tell you that as long as you, as long as we stay in this world, we can't do anything 'right'. The world will not forgive us.

   The one we should ask for forgiveness most is not Azeroth, but Draenor!

  Don’t forget, we first destroyed our own world before we came here to destroy others’ worlds. Well, let's get down to business, I'm not interested in getting involved in the assassination of Lothar, but the situation is already like this.

  If we don't do it, those black dragons and our arrogant chieftains who have not been taught by this world will join forces to kill us first!

  You and your brother might be able to beat Grom Hellscream.

   But just thinking I'm going to fight that man with Gorehowl in his hand makes me pee.

   So whether you like it or not, I must join this cause.

  I just asked you to bring a letter.

  It doesn't matter if you don't want to, as long as you come and help me guard the Blackrock Tower, don't think about usurping power or anything, as long as you don't want to bow to the black dragon, you can only rely on me to maintain this mess.

  Without me, Blackrock Tower would be out of food for half a month.

   After a month, you will be joined by a group of madly hungry orcs and you will have no bones left. "

  Red proudly waved the wine bottle in his hand, he took a drink and said:

   "I don't have to rely on any majesty to rule my tribe! I am sitting on the throne of the Great Chief so firmly because I can feed the orcs under my command.

  I did what Orgrim couldn't do!

  I'm better than him!

   Hahaha, come and bite me if you are not convinced! "

   "You've really changed, Red."

  Walok didn't beat Red, he just shook his head, turned and left with the battle axe on his back, when he walked out of the room, he turned back and said:

   "You don't look like an orc anymore, and your father might be disappointed."

   "Why is he disappointed in me?"

  Reid closed his eyes and stroked the Blackhand Warhammer placed by the bed. He was drinking and said:

   "I used to think that my father's failure was because of his bad luck, but after returning from Zandalar, when I really became a warchief, I realized how much my father's life was.

fail!

  The only thing he can boast about is that he has found the good brother of Orgrim Doomhammer. But even Orgrim, who regarded him as his brother, finally left him.

  My dad would be proud of me because I did what he always wanted to do but couldn't.

   You might think this is absurd.

   But trust me, Warlock, I am also saving the orcs in my own way, and I am more ambitious than yours, you will see!

  One day, all the orcs will be willing to call me 'Warchief'! "

   "You're drunk, Red, stop dreaming."

   Varok dropped those words, turned and strode away.

  After Saurfang left, Red, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes, curled his lips, and said in a low voice:

   "You know nothing about dreams, old man.

   You should all be eliminated by the times! I will succeed because the captain promised the handsome man who could change fate, and he promised me.

  Ha, you have no idea how strong I am. "

   "Hey, a bunch of idiots!"

—

   A day later, with the help of the big bats provided by the trolls under Red, Varok Saurfang, who had finished his "exploration", returned to the barren land.

  In a valley in the barren mountains that connected Searing Gorge, he found his brother Brox Saurfang, the Warchief Guard he commanded, and a new clan of brave orcs.

   They called themselves "Kor'kron", which means "the blade of the warchief".

   Obviously, these brave guys who are still fighting after the defeat of the Horde, will fulfill Orgrim's last order as the only meaning of their existence.

   "That's the way it is. Red needs us, and we need him. Maybe the two sides can maintain cooperation for a while, but I don't think Blackrock Spire is a place to stay for long.

   Mainly Reid.

   He made me feel very bad, I always felt that behind what Red did in Blackrock Mountain, there was some hidden purpose that I couldn't understand. He's not the same as before.

   He doesn't even think like an orc. "

In a humble tent, Varok told his brother what he had seen in Blackrock Spire, and Brocks, who was entrusted by Orgrim before his death, rubbed his chin and did not answer immediately. .

   After a long silence, Blocks said softly:

   "During the time you were away, brother, a strange thing actually happened on our side. There was an orc warlock from outside who claimed he had found Go'el.

The weirdest thing about    is that he came on behalf of a force we had never been in contact with. "

"Um?"

  Valok's expression immediately became strange, and he said:

   "Do you believe him?"

   "I don't want to believe it, but I have to."

  Brocks glanced at his brother and said:

   "There's nothing wrong with that warlock's words, and he brought this"

   The old orc put half a torn tattered blanket in front of his brother. It was a blanket with the Frostwolf emblem, but it seemed to be torn by a sharp blade.

   "This thing can be faked."

   The legendary warrior shook his head and said:

   "It cannot be used as evidence."

   "Well, so I decided to go to the castle in the northern border and see for myself."

  Brocks grinned, the old orc who was trusted by Orgrim stood up, moved his body, and said to his brother:

   "Gather the clansmen, let's go to Blackrock Mountain to 'enjoy' for a few days, and then have a good talk with those old brothers. We won't assassinate Lothar, but it shouldn't be a problem to hitch a ride.

   Besides, we are Kor'kron! "

   The old orc laughed and said:

   "Kor'kron deserves to be with the Warchief, that's our mission. You go and look after that warlock named Diga Evil Eye yourself if he shows any signs of trying to escape.

kill him! "

   (end of this chapter)