Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 593 146. Black's unique persuasion skills--adding updates to Humen Yan brothers [130]

   "Captain, what a waste."

  Black contracted the shadow element, and he felt that it was not a loss, but the giant magician Zarak behind him was aching.

   He kept complaining to the pirates:

   "The number of demons per warlock contract is limited, my wise captain, our mortal souls are too fragile, too many demon contracts will overwhelm us.

  Each of our demonic servants must be carefully selected, and this is what you taught us, but you yourself violated this sorcerer code.

  I can't see the use of this shadow element at all. I have heard the evil eye analyze it for me. The destructive power of Voidwalkers is too bad, and their intelligence is also poor, not as good as other demons.

  They are really loyal, but you have to say it three or five times to command them to take something.”

   "Shut up, I have my own plans, Voidwalkers are very useful, you idiots don't understand. Men can't one-sidedly pursue fierceness. In addition to being fierce enough, endurance must also be considered.

   It’s not a good sign to be very fast and fast.

  Only if you are persistent enough, you can persist enough in the fierce battle to achieve a hearty victory. "

  Black waved his hand and explained a few words to his incompetent subordinates, but he didn't intend to explain more. The **** warlocks would only know how to gain wisdom after they suffered losses.

   "Where is the talent you found for me?"

   Black asked.

   "Just ahead, Captain, see that cage on the edge? He's in there."

  Zarak pointed to the magic cage in the corner ahead and said to his evil captain:

   "Just now, the prison cage suddenly lost its magic power supply, and everyone ran out, but he didn't move at all. That guy seems to really regard this place as 'home', and he has no plans to leave here at all."

   "You just said he was my 'old acquaintance'?"

  The pirate raised his foot and walked over there, the huge, dark and silent voidwalker Zuramat loyally followed behind Black.

   Its elemental body is just like a large marshmallow or a large water droplet. During the levitating walk, occasionally a few energy sparks burst out when the end of the lower body contacts the ground.

   When you get close to it, you can hear the sound of a pump pumping water.

   That was the sound of Black's new minions drawing shadow energy from the dark crystal.

   With the energy of Atama crystals, it is enough for Zuramat to complete the evolution of the ethereal lord, and the head of Gul'dan is soaked in the body of the shadow element, which can also restore the damaged instrument better.

   In the face of the pirate's question, the treacherous troll nodded, and he whispered:

"He did know you, Captain, and he fought with you, in the Hillsbrad Foothills when you were weak. It was war years, and you and your companions defeated him with your dark wisdom. .

  I heard from other people in the prison that when he first came, he shouted all day to kill him and go out to wash his shame. He was very irritable at first, but then he calmed down for some reason, and stayed in the cage all day long as if he were dead.

  Many gangs tried to recruit him, but he strangled the people they sent, and then everyone ignored him. This is a complete weirdo. "

   "Huh? The guy I defeated? Why don't I remember it?"

   Black blinked and said:

   "I'm getting more and more curious. If I beat him, I can still survive. It seems that this guy is lucky."

   As he spoke, he quickened his pace, walked to the edge of the cage and glanced inside, and found an orc sitting inside, an orc whose skin was not so green, but had a strange blue-gray appearance.

   Sitting cross-legged in the shadow of the cage, he was obviously bigger than an ordinary orc, with a braided beard under his bald head.

   "Ha, it was you."

  The pirates recognized the guy right away.

   Indeed, this is his "old acquaintance" and the guy that Blake remembers deeply. On the night the pirates were in the Orc War and ambushed old Dar Triple Bloodblade, he was almost slashed by this guy.

   "Lantresor Fireblade!"

   Black accurately said the name of the orc, but the latter was unmoved, turned his back to him, and kept sitting cross-legged in the dark cage, as if he was meditating.

   This reaction made the pirate frown, he thought for a while, and then said:

   "Hey, you rude Haver Olsen, stand up for me, bastard! You lost your chance to escape back to Draenor because of me, and now I'm here to free you.

   It's okay if you don't laugh at me, at least give me some reaction. "

"roll."

   The orcs really responded, but unfortunately it wasn't the kind that Black wanted.

   Such "coldness" made the pirate very dissatisfied. He lifted his foot into the cage, and Zarak next to him immediately made a gesture of swearing to follow, but his feet did not move.

  The captain dared to go in because the captain was daring, and the humble giant magician did not dare to pretend like this.

   This Orc Juggernaut may not be able to kill the captain, but in this small space, it is not a problem to strangle a high-level warlock with a knife.

   Showing loyalty to leaders is a necessary skill in the workplace, but actively courting death is not the survival rule of warlocks.

   "It's been almost a year since the end of the war. You've been locked up here for so long, haven't you understood any philosophy of survival? For example, how precious freedom is."

  The pirate walked into the cage and said:

"You see, we don't have any deep hatred to tell the truth. I killed your old chief, and you almost killed me. It was the elf ranger Halduron who defeated you. That guy is now a ranger lord, maybe he can become a ranger in the future. What about the general.

  He is on the rise, and he also has your failed assist in it. Seeing that he is so beautiful now, you don't want to take revenge or something?

  I can help. "

   "Not interested, say it again, get out!"

   Orc Juggernaut still didn't have much response. This guy seemed to be stupid, which made the pirates very dissatisfied.

   He ignored Lantresor's warning, took another step forward, and said:

   "Your clan is finished, I heard that the Fire Blade clan has been removed by the orcs. When people count the major clans now, they don't count the Fire Blade.

  Your heritage has been lost, your chief has died, several sons and daughters of old Dahl have also disappeared, and now the most famous is a warlock named Nerlu Fireblade.

   Works under Warchief Red in Blackrock Spire. I heard that the warlock has ambitious plans to rebuild the Burning Blade clan.

  You don't care? "

   "I am not a member of the Burning Blade clan, I am not accepted by them, even if I help them kill and help them win the war. But in their eyes, I am always a mixed race.

  Old Dahl retrieved me just to cultivate me into a weapon. "

   Orc Juggernaut said in a low voice in the shadows:

   "I have repaid his kindness, I paid my freedom and my dignity for his upbringing, I am not a juggernaut or a warrior now, just a prisoner who has lost his past and has no past.

   I'm tired of wars and journeys to find identity, I just want to spend the rest of my life in this quiet place.

  You don't have to tell me about 'freedom' either, I'm a person who has nowhere to go.

  The world outside is a cage for me. "

   "This is easy to handle!"

  Blake's eyes lit up, and he said gently:

   "As for me, with a small fleet and a group of incompetent followers, we have formed a warm and comfortable 'Pirate House', determined to provide a shelter for all those who have nowhere to go.

  We are professional in this area.

  You can try it out with me first, trust me, you will love that place. A good man should fight the sea in his life, make achievements in the endless sea frontier, and achieve prestige."

   "Don't waste your time."

   The Orc Swordmaster's tone turned sarcastic, he said:

"I have nowhere to go because I don't want to go anywhere, it's not that I can't find a place to accept me! Everyone who was strangled before you by me, is just like you, trying to give me a 'new home' '.

   Your rhetoric is the worst of them all.

   Do you really think that a real Juggernaut will leave everything behind and become a lowly pirate? "

   "Okay, I don't feel bad about you saying my profession is 'despicable', anyway, everyone scolds us like that, I don't care. But you say that you are a 'real juggernaut'.

   I am afraid that someone will question it. "

   Black rubbed his battle helmet regretfully. He took something out of his suitcase and slammed it behind Lantresor.

   The sound of the sharp blade rubbing against the masonry and piercing the ground like cutting butter made the Orc Sword Saint Huo Ran, who had been carrying his back, stand up.

   He turned his head to look at Sanksu, the blazing blade inserted by Black on the ground, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

   Once, when he was young, he heard the legend of this sword saint's blade countless times from his clan.

   Once, when he was rejected by the clan, he also fantasized about the scene where he could one day be recognized and followed by all those who won Sankesu.

   There is not a single orc who does not know this sword, it is the most sacred thing in the hearts of all swordsmen.

   But now, this sword doesn't mean much to Lantresso.

   He said to Black that he no longer needed this sword to prove his bloodline, and he had no clan to protect and command.

"please."

  Black took a step back, stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture to Lantresor Fireblade in front of him, he said:

"Take it, go anywhere you want, do whatever you want, as long as you can get out of the city. Oh yeah, I've always treasured these things, I think I might use them someday superior."

  The pirate opened his luggage, took out a worn and blood-stained Fireblade battle flag, and threw it in front of the Orc Juggernaut.

   He spread his hands and said:

   "But don't blame me for not reminding you, there is a very powerful guy who is also chasing this sword, I don't want it to cause me any more trouble, so I leave this trouble to you.

   is regarded as 'return to the original owner'.

  Although the heir to the Sword Saint Blade chosen by Old Dar may not be you, to be honest, I think you are very qualified to take charge of this flaming holy sword.

   It is precious.

   So don't be robbed. "

   After finishing speaking, the pirate didn't even look at Sanksu, the blazing blade inserted on the ground. He turned around, hummed a lively pirate song with his hands behind his back, and staggered out of the cell.

  As the giant magician Zarak looked at him with jealousy and hatred, when the pirate walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and threw something at the orc swordsman who was rubbing the flame blade with the red cloth hilt wrapped around it.

   It was an elven gold coin entwined with a cold aura. It flipped in the air and landed in front of the beastman.

   "Take this as my 'compensation' for putting you in prison for a year, my dear Lantresso."

  Blake spoke softly, as if talking to an old friend:

   "This is also the reward emblem that I only give to my not-so-rubbish subordinates, it allows you to avoid death, and between what you are about to face, the opponent you are about to encounter, I think you will need it.

   Also, one thing needs to be emphasized. "

  The pirate coughed and said:

   "As long as you use this thing, it means that you have submitted an 'employment application' to the undead pirates. From the perspective of a stranger, my advice to you is:

   Be cautious. "

   After finishing speaking, the pirate continued to hum the song, then walked away with his trash subordinate and servant Zuramat, as if he didn't care that he dropped a legendary weapon to a stranger just now.

   is like throwing out a worthless piece of garbage.

   In the cage that has been quiet again, Lantresor Fireblade will be in a mess. He thinks that after a year in prison, his mood is calm enough.

   But it turns out that his spiritual practice is far from complete.

   At least the knife in front of him, at the moment of contact, evoked those memories in his heart that were decided to be forgotten and sealed.

   The tall orc Juggernaut pursed his lips. He grabbed the hilt of the sword, closed his eyes, and gently lifted it up. With the sound of the sharp blade screaming, the blade of the Juggernaut was lifted in front of him.

  The half-blooded orc with a naked upper body stretched out his finger and touched the frosted blade. When his finger touched the blade, he just wiped it lightly, causing the fingertips to seep blood.

  The pirates took good care of it and kept the blade as sharp as ever.

Lantresor looked at the worn-out battle flag at his feet again. The battle flag was stained with blood, and he didn't know who it came from, but the legendary clan on the flag that was once worshipped by all the orcs in the world of Draenor was already in the past. disappeared in the war.

   You may be responsible.

Do not!

  I don't owe it anything anymore.

   But the inheritance of the Juggernaut cannot be cut off!

   If you have not received the proper guidance of apprentices when you grow up, and all exercises are based on your own understanding and conjectures to this point, then you have the responsibility to rebuild the way of the sword saint after the arrogant burning blade inheritance is annihilated.

  Power, there is no right or wrong!

   After a few seconds, the orc made up his mind.

   He bent down, grabbed the worn-out battle flag, and smeared the flag of the Fireblade Clan with blood with his fingers cut by the blade, and modified the emblem surrounded by sharp blades into a blood blade.

   Only then did he carry the battle flag behind him with satisfaction.

  At the same time that the **** selection below the prison came to an end, Lanteriso carried the blade of flames and looked back at the cage where he had lived for a year, which he regarded as "home".

   To be honest, he hated every minute of being here!

   Time to set off.

   Time to find a real home.

   A **** wind blew in this small cell, and the Sword Saint who had started anew had disappeared.

The pirate below    grinned.

   Ha, the plan works!

   Sure enough, everyone has a price tag in their hearts.

   (end of this chapter)