Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 627 180. It's a mess, I'll learn to be a green skin from today!

   Edras Blackmoore told Black that he needed some time to think about it.

   But when answering, the words of the veteran who was killed by Black terribly no longer had the previous hatred, but instead there was a touch of profound consideration.

  Being able to say such a thing actually means that General Blackmore has basically accepted the "new job" arranged by the stinky pirates.

   For a political creature with a sharpened head to climb to the top, the pirates ruined his past, but also gave him a new beginning, Alterac is barren, but there is a lot to do there.

  Oridon Perenold was an apprentice to General Blackmoore, and no one knew the young man better than Blackmoore.

   To tell the truth, the general is quite sure that he will be able to completely remove Oridon within a few years, and completely grasp the politics and power of the Kingdom of Alterac.

   At that time, he will become the "regent" of a kingdom, truly among the highest circles of human civilization!

   He will be the next Lord Davar Prestor. This was an achievement that Blackmoore had never been able to achieve in the past 100 years of struggle in the Kingdom of Stromgard!

   Just thinking about this future made His Excellency Earl "Ed Moore" breathe heavily. As for the loss of Dunhold Castle, as for the disability of his wrist.

  嘁, isn't it just a hand?

   Compared with the lofty and bright future, it is only a mere left hand.

   "You send him to Nanhai Town."

  Black told the evil eye that came over:

   "Someone there will send him to the Kingdom of Alterac, and then you don't need to worry about it. I believe that our Earl of Ice Blood has enough ability to deal with the next scene.

  After sending people off, you go to the coast and wait for the Nagfar to come and meet. I will stay in the hills for a few more days, so I will give you a few days off.

   But if you dare to make trouble, be careful of your heads! "

   "Yes, Captain!"

  Evil Eye nodded and wanted to take General Blackmoore away, but Black called out:

   "You have done a great job this time. This is my personal reward. I will bring it back to the academy and ask the dean to make it for you. Keep a low profile. I didn't prepare gifts for others."

The pirate threw the head processed by the Amani troll lord to the evil eye. The orc warlock is a knowledgeable person. The moment he took this slightly barbaric emblem in his hand, he noticed the powerful energy contained in this thing. .

   may not be as powerful as the Skull of Gul'dan in the hands of the captain, but it is mainly made into magic items, and it is definitely top-notch.

   This harvest made the warlock smile. If there were not people watching, the evil eye would have to kneel down for the evil and powerful captain to represent his loyalty and joy.

   "Before you go, call Red to me."

  Black gave another order, and Evil Eye answered happily, summoning a big goblin, carrying General Blackmore, who was unable to move, and himself to fly towards the bottom of Atonement Island.

   "You are indeed generous."

  The old orc Brox, who witnessed all this, sighed and said:

   "Especially to your own people, I have witnessed your 'persuasion skills' to make a person who is full of hatred for you thank you in an instant.

  You are a manipulative devil.

  Reid is still cooperating with you, I feel hopeless about the future of his so-called 'orthodox tribe'. "

   "You made three mistakes in this sentence. You really deserve to be a savage orc."

  The pirate glanced at the old soldier.

   He said quietly:

   "First of all, Red and I are not 'collaborating', he is working for me, his name is still in the Nagfar's water book, and he is my boat's bosun.

   So in theory, the orthodox tribes of Blackrock Mountain are part of the undead fleet.

  Secondly, I'm not a devil or a demon, my inner demon was just given up by me for some 'special reasons', I'm now a real human, uh, a half-elf.

   Finally, I'm not playing with people's hearts either! "

   Black emphasized:

   "I just grabbed his needs and fulfilled his heart's desire, which should be called 'generous'. If this is a game of people's hearts, then the number of victims who have been tortured by me is staggering.

   Like you.”

  The pirate pouted, took out a large box from his luggage, and smashed it at Brox's feet with a bang. He was very aristocratic and made a "please" gesture to the old orc.

  Brocks leaned down, roughly squeezed the lock of the box, and opened the black box. It was lined with luxurious purple velvet and contained three things.

   A one-handed warhammer with a square head and a square brain, as if cast from stone.

   A set of weather-beaten, battle-scarred, rough-forged, but very sturdy black full body armor, including two orc-style spiked shoulder armor.

  The last is a gem jar sealed with the Holy Light, which contains the ashes of the previous Horde Warchief, Orgrim Doomhammer.

"I found these three things by looting Dalaran's treasury. I know they are worth a lot, but I promised you after all. Keeping promises is a virtue, so as promised, I brought them to you. "

  Blake took a sip of wine and looked at Brocks, who was half-kneeling in front of the box, touching the jar of ashes.

   The expression of the old orc was complicated.

   He also felt a vaguely familiar aura, and when he raised his head, he saw the Warg Frostclaw quietly appearing behind the pirate. The warg belonging to Orgrim, this will be quietly squatting at the feet of Black, with a pair of calm and proud beast pupils, looking at the orc warrior in front of him.

  Brocks can read Frostpaw's eyes.

  The beast is saying that it has fulfilled all the instructions of the old master, it has been worthy of the glory of Orgrim, and after the promise is fulfilled, it is about to begin its new life.

"thanks."

  Blox thanked him sincerely at this moment, without the slightest sarcasm and vigilance.

   "These things mean a lot to us."

   "I know, so I'll give them to you, of course, Dalaran will definitely be looking for clues about the loot when you re-use it.

   I think you should know how to respond to this kind of questioning. "

  The pirate moved his shoulders and said:

   "Look, the deal is done, I'm not what you said, I'm just a chaotic careerist who wants to see the world burn. After I'm tired of doing bad things, I occasionally do good things.

   When Red and Thrall were walking down the sea cliff, Red saw Black and immediately shook his body. The Great Chief quickly walked to the pirate and wanted to accuse him, but Black reached out his hand to stop him.

   He coughed and said:

   "Ahem, Lord Brox just told me that he has a present for you, my bosun."

"Um?"

   Red with a bruised nose and a swollen face looked suspiciously at the old orc warrior next to him. He didn't believe that Brox would give him anything good. Ever since the two sides came into contact, the old warrior has been frowning at him.

   Obviously, Brox, like his Varok, looked down on Red, the self-proclaimed "Great Chief". After all, he was the captain of Orgrim's bodyguard before.

   To tell the truth, even the pirates have to admit that there is at least ten Blackhand Chieftains between Red and Orgrim, and they are really not leaders of the same level.

   No matter what people look down on.

   But this time, Brocks didn't ignore Red as he used to. He took a deep breath and reopened the box under his feet.

  Under Reid's wide-eyed gaze, the old orc took out the set of battle-scarred black plate armor. He looked at Reid, and Reid felt panic in his eyes.

   After a few seconds of silence, Brox held the black plate armor in his hands and handed it to Reid.

He says:

   "As a warchief, you should wear this armor.

   This was forged by your father with the help of Warchief Orgrim in the volcanoes of our homeland, and every orc warrior knows the origin of the black plate and its legend.

  You know the story too, now, it's your turn to wear it, High Chief Blackhand. It is not just an honor, it also represents a heavy responsibility.

   Don't humiliate it! "

  Brocks' behavior made Red's eyes widen. He looked at the black plate armor that was handed to him, then at the serious-looking Brocks, and finally looked back at his captain blankly.

   The naive Blake kicked him, which woke Red up.

  The latter rubbed his head, and in front of Black, Brox and Thrall, he took off the black iron armor on his body that looked domineering and leaking without hesitation.

   took off himself until only his inner lining was left, and took the seemingly worn but tough plate armor in front of him with both hands and put it on himself with the blessing of shaman spells.

  This set of armor is not as cool as Reid's dark iron armor at all, but for an orc, the significance of wearing it is far from pure appearance.

  "I will lead the orthodox tribe."'

Reid held the spiked fist armor and thumped his chest fiercely. Finally, he raised his eyebrows and tried to straighten his back, imitating the gestures of his father and Orgrim in his memory, and said solemnly to Brocks and Sa. Er said:

   "I will lead the orcs to prosperity, this is my promise and my oath, if I can't do it, you are welcome to cut me down with your own hands!

  We will bring the seriously injured Chief Fenris back to Blackrock Spire, and when he wakes up, when the Frostwolf clan comes to Blackrock Spire, I will establish a council of chiefs in the tribe, and I will not be as dictatorial as Orgrim!

   And you, come here, boy of the Frostwolf clan. "

  Reid, under Blake's eyes, bent down to pack up his fine black iron armor, and called Thrall over.

   He used a hypocritical and disgusting elder tone, just like Brox gave him the armor just now, and handed the excellent armor he built in Darkforge with both hands to Thrall.

   He said hypocritically:

   "You grew up with humans and did not understand the traditions of the Orcs. For us, armor and weapons are the best gifts a young Orc can receive in adulthood, representing the blessing of bravery and protection.

   Now, I present to you this fine armor of mine, Goel.

   From now on, you are also a member of the orthodox tribe.

I.

   At least I admit, you are an orc.

   As for the acceptance and respect of others, you have to win it with your hands and your brain. "

  Thrall hesitated.

   He glanced at Brocks, who nodded at him.

   So, just like Reid just now, Thrall also put on the heavy armor in front of the three people. Reid's armor was a bit big and heavy for him.

   But it doesn't matter, he can carry the weight.

"and this."

  Brocks took out the Doomhammer from the box, and Reid looked at it with greed.

   Heart said that this Brox was cunning. He blocked his mouth with black plate armor, and he couldn't stop Thrall from inheriting Orgrim's weapon.

   But he knew that he was destined to not get that legendary weapon.

   But it doesn't matter, he has retrieved the family's warhammer, the chief of the Blackrock clan, it is time to use black hands!

   "This warhammer was also forged in the magma of the Draenor world by Orgrim Warchief and Blackhand Warchief, and it represents more than you can imagine."

  Blox picked up the Doomhammer, but did not immediately hand it over to Thrall.

   He looked at the young orc, shook his head and said:

   "Now you are not qualified to take it! I will keep it for you until you find the goal and path in your heart."

   "It's really stingy."

  Black grinned, tilted his head, took out a heavy double-edged battle axe from his luggage, and threw it at Thrall's feet.

   He crossed his hips and said:

"You recognize me, don't you? Thrall, you know who I am, and you should still remember the scene of our first meeting. My head maid, your 'sister' Taretha Folkeston, has Live a peaceful life in a faraway place.

   She misses you, but now she can't meet you. You may be able to take the initiative to see her in your future travels. As long as you can find us, I will never stop you.

   Think of this battle axe as a parting gift from Taretha.

   Of course, accepting it means trouble.

  As the traditional weapon of the troll killer family, you hold this battle axe named 'Torbane', which means that you have entered the field of vision of Danas Trollbane.

   That general is not easy to deal with.

   So, you can choose to refuse, and I will not despise you for that. "

   "I may have been raised by humans, but I don't lack orc courage."

   Under the gazes of the three, Thrall leaned down and lifted the heavy double-bladed battle axe. He grabbed the weapon and wore armor, finally looking like a qualified orc warrior.

   In the eyes of Brocks and Red, the young orc faced the sea and said:

   "I don't want to hide, I am very confused right now, I have a hard time accepting the changes in my life, I don't know how to be an orc, and I also know that I can't be a human.

   I'm like a monster between two races, I don't know much, I haven't even left Dunholde Castle, I've only seen the world in books.

   I can't give you an answer right away.

  I thought, maybe after meeting my people, I should start a journey around the world, maybe I can find the path I should walk.

   But no matter what the outcome is, when you need me, I will definitely come back and stay with my people. "

"You should probably visit our hometown before you travel to Azeroth. Your ancestors, that is, we, made a mess there, but I think there may still be hidden under the world of death. hope."

  Blox said to Thrall:

   "The path of life does not appear out of nowhere, nor does it disappear out of nowhere, learn from our lessons and draw strength from our failures, Thrall.

   I look forward to seeing your transformation. "

   "Well, I will."

  Thrall nodded solemnly and made his promise.

   But Black doesn't care about him anymore.

  The pirate only cared about one last thing before leaving here. He looked at Brocks and said:

   "Where's your warrior Rexxar? Why didn't I see him? I still have some hunting questions I want to ask him, and I came here specially for this."

   "Uh, Rexxar left."

  Blox said with a strange look:

   "A hunter like him doesn't want to be found, and no one wants to find him. If you really want to ask him for advice, you have to find him on your own.

  I think, it shouldn't be difficult for a 'big guy' like you, right? "

   (end of this chapter)