Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 628 181. Crazy Deals of the Crazy

  The pirates came to take advantage of it, but they returned in disappointment.

Rexxar's taciturn orc "wanderer" actually ran away one step ahead of schedule, which is really in line with his "behavioral pattern" decision. Listening to Brox's meaning, after fighting the demon, Rexxar disappeared with his pets. In Silverpine Forest.

   With his speed, this would probably have passed the Alterac Mountains.

   Failed to see a powerful "peer", which disappointed the pirates and lost interest in staying here and dealing with a group of green orcs.

   But before he left on his loyal hippogryph, he said to Red and Brocks mysteriously:

   "I know that there has always been a conflict between you Blackrock Spire and the Dark Iron dwarves, and it just so happens that I recently needed something from the Dark Iron dwarves that only they have.

  We have common interests”

   "We will not wage war!"

   The old orc frowned and said:

   "The current tribe can't start wars. Compared with the dark iron dwarves, you humans will not let us go. From our interests, perhaps maintaining friendship with Darkforge is the best choice."

   "That being said, but those Dark Iron dwarves are getting more and more over the top recently."

  Reid had a different opinion.

   He wiped the black plate armor he just got, snorted at the old orc, and said:

   "You warriors just don't know how expensive it is! You can go back and look at the quartermaster's ledger to see that in the past two months, the prices of supplies and equipment sold to us by the Dark Iron dwarves have gone up.

   They treat us as weak and fat sheep, and they are sure that we cannot survive in Blackrock Spire and the Burning Steppes without their help.

   I was thinking about it before, maybe it's time to flex our muscles and let those dark iron dwarfs see the price of persecuting us!

  This time we got so much wealth from Lordaeron and Dalaran, I don't want to throw them all into that dog hole of the Dark Iron dwarves, I'm going to use them to buy enough weapons and supplies from the goblins.

  Whether you participate or not, I must teach the arrogant black iron dwarfs a lesson. "

   "Who told you to start a war? Is this how you orcs think about things? There is no other way of thinking in your mind other than fighting and killing, right?"

The answer of   Brocks and Red made the pirate sneer, he grabbed the reins of the Hippogryph and said:

   "I originally planned to share my evil plan with you, but now it seems like it's okay, your brains are destined to not understand my dark wisdom.

   I will contact you when I am ready, wait patiently for news!

   Especially you, Reid.

  I understand your idea of ​​making achievements and stabilizing power, but you guys are not the opponents of Dark Iron Emperor Thaurissan at all. People look down on you not based on arrogance, but from the perspective of strength.

  Total war will only hurt your orthodox tribe, in short, give me patience! "

   "Okay, Captain."

  Reid replied with a smile on his face, causing the pirate to shake his head for a while. Before leaving, he took out Zulkin's head from his luggage and threw it to Reid, saying:

   "Take this thing back and let Ner'zhul make you a warrior amulet, lest you be assassinated by the Dark Iron lunatics."

   "I can't use this, Captain."

  Reid rejected this good thing, he stroked his black hand warhammer and whispered to Black:

   "I'm not a good fighter, I know that. To be honest, if I hadn't needed the 'Black Hand' to stabilize my rule, I'd have the heart to give this warhammer to my brother.

   Maim holds it better than me.

   Captain, please give this amulet to my brother.

   By the way, I told him that I had already made a lot of money in Darkforge, and ordered a warhammer very similar to Blackhand for him. Once it was forged, I would ask Old Gani to send it to him.

   Let him work hard at sea, no longer need to take into account the clan inheritance, I have already taken over this responsibility, my brother should be free to pursue his destined wonderful life. "

   "You two are brothers, and my two brothers don't know what's going on."

  The pirate snorted, didn't say much, waved goodbye, and flew away from the Atonement Island in the neigh of the hippogryph, flew towards the Hillsbrad Hills, and soon disappeared above the sea.

   "You knew the captain before?"

  Red watched Black leave. He looked back at Thrall, and the young orc nodded, but didn't say much about the story between him and Black.

   "Then why didn't you tell me earlier? You were beaten in vain just now."

  The Great Chief shrugged and looked at Thrall with a friendly look. He said:

   "Since they are all serving the captain, everyone is their own people. When the time comes to go to Black Rock Mountain, whoever dares to bully you will report my name."

   After finishing speaking, Reid swaggered away from the sea cliff.

   He couldn't wait to show his subordinates his new treasure, so that they could convincely call him "Great Chief".

   Putting on Orgrim's black plate armor is equivalent to getting a "strong claim".

   No one can question his status as a warchief anymore.

After   Red left, Brocks also left, leaving Thrall alone on the sea cliff. This young orc really needs to think about his future life plan.

   He had not had time to calm down and think about it since he was taken out of Dunhold Castle.

   Now that his emotionally complicated General Blackmore has a new life, the "sister" Taretha he cares about was also rescued by Captain Black and entered a new stage of life.

  The two people who are close to him have said goodbye to the past, and he should probably give himself a small "ceremony" to complete this growth.

  Brox took Doomhammer and Orgrim's ashes to the seaside of the Isle of Atonement, and he walked into the tent that Ner'zhul had set up for him.

   As he entered, Ner'zhul was performing a "craft work" that required concentration.

   Well, take the magic items brought out from Dalaran one by one and use the elemental emblem of the lamp **** to extract the magic power of infusion, and then convert them into air coins.

When Brox entered the tent, Ner'zhul was already surrounded by several piles of strange air coins between the virtual and the real, and the old orc was holding a magic lamp in his hand, and he was holding the elemental emblem in a slightly obscene posture. Rub it on the lamp.

   "You're going back to Draenor?"

   Brox, sitting cross-legged in the tent smelling of strange incense, said to Ner'zhul, who had his back turned:

   "Perhaps it would be better for you to stay in Azeroth.

  You can teach Thrall, I saw you talking to him before, that kid respects people who are knowledgeable, I think, you may be his mentor.”

   "I don't have time to train another warchief, Brox."

   Ner'zhul neatly rejected the warrior's proposal, and the old orc said in an aged voice:

   "I'm dying, my body is rotten, and my soul doesn't know where to go, the world is fine, but it doesn't welcome me.

  Don't worry about Thrall's growth, Drek'Thar, the prophet elder of the Frostwolf clan, is a very good shaman, he is enough to take on the responsibility of teaching Thrall.

   Also, I have a suggestion for you, about Thrall. "

"you say."

  Brocks nodded and listened attentively.

   Ner'zhul continued to draw air coins, and said in his weak, unhurried tone:

   "Don't rush to support Thrall to **** Reid's position as the warchief, and don't manipulate Kor'kron to resist Reid. The more stable Blackrock Mountain is, the greater the benefits to you.

  Especially after the Frostwolf clan also went to the Burning Steppes, only Reid has enough fame to suppress and mediate the conflicts between the three of you.

   You keep saying that Reid is a puppet raised by others, and he is.

   But to be honest, it is beyond my imagination to be able to go this far with his aptitude. He's not the traditional warchief we know him to be, but he's certainly a decent leader.

   It depends on how you view the current situation.

  Reid has his ambitions. He is not as ignorant and shallow as you think. Maybe you should put down your pride as a warrior and get to know him again.

  I believe, you will see the shining point in him.

   This is the internal affairs of you orcs who decided to stay in Azeroth. I don't want to interfere too much, and you don't have to doubt the intentions of my dying man.

   I do have my purpose, but it has nothing to do with you. "

   "Thrall is not even an 'orc' now. Even if I want to support him, I can't get the support of the warriors. Even his clan may not even accept him."

  Blox sighed and said:

   "He still has a lot to learn."

   "The ancestors are sheltering him, and he is destined to learn quickly."

   Ner'zhul replied in a low voice, but Brox did not answer. He handed Ner'zhul the gemstone urn in his hand and said:

"Since you are going back to Draenor, please bring the last vestiges of Orgrim back to his homeland, and send it to the sacred mountain of Oshugu in Nagrand, where he deserves to be buried with the glorious chieftains .

   Or send it back to the wilds of Gorgrond to the clansmen of the Blackrock clan.

   In addition, Thrall said that in the near future, he may go to the world of Draenor and visit the hometown of our orcs. If possible, I hope that you will be his tour guide and take him around our world.

Take him to Frostfire Ridge to see the ancestral land of the Frostwolf clan, take him to Gorgrond to see the scenery of the endless wilderness, and take him to Nagrand on a pilgrimage, and let Grandma Gaia see this wonderful young man. people.

   Finally, take him to the ruins of Tongtian Peak and Shadowmoon Valley, and let him see for himself the sins we have committed. "

   "You are too hard for a dying person."

   Ner'zhul sighed.

   After a few seconds, he nodded and said:

   "Then I will pray to death again, I hope death can give me more time. Go, go, don't disturb me until tomorrow morning, I have an important ceremony.

  Also, bring Warchief Red over here, I have something to talk to him about. "

  Brocks nodded, got up and left the tent, and instructed the surrounding Kor'kron guards to stay away from the tent, so as not to be affected by Ner'zhul's ceremony.

  Although Ner'zhul was an out-and-out failure in the perception of their generation of orcs.

   He failed to see through Gul'dan's tricks, failed to prevent the establishment of the Shadow Council, and failed to prevent the depravity of the orcs drinking the blood of the devil.

   But Brocks respects the old shaman.

   Probably out of the same mentality, Brox could feel Ner'zhul's mind at this time, and like him, the old orc was also using his own methods to make up for his faults.

   After Brox left, Ner'zhul began his "ritual".

   He rubbed the elemental emblem in his hand, and in a gust of wind, the strangely dressed lamp **** Al Abbas quietly appeared in Ner'zhul's tent.

   This elemental demigod turned enthusiastic when he saw the air coins piled up in front of him.

  It rubbed its paws and said:

   "I knew that my friend Blake Shaw was very reliable. The customers he recommended were all high-quality customers. Come on, old orc with a zeal for death, what do you want from a generous element merchant?"

   "Pay what I owe first."

   Ner'zhul pushed a pile of air coins in front of him.

  Al Abbas laughed and pocketed all those coins with a wave of his claws. At the same time, Blake, who was flying in the sky, also had a small pocket full of air coins in his hand.

   That is the "debt" that is paid.

  The pirate opened the count and whistled, and Ner'zhuldo gave a thousand "handling fees". Tsk tsk, worthy of being a person who used to be beautiful, this is really particular about doing things.

   And after repaying the debt, Ner'zhul proposed his own trading conditions to the lamp **** element:

   "I will use the remaining air coins and ask the great elemental demigod to transform my soul himself."

   The old shaman narrowed his eyes, the white skull emblem on his face seemed to come alive at this moment, he said:

   "I want you to transform me into a half-elemental creature that is immune to all pain."

   "Well, this request is rare."

   The well-informed element merchant was stunned for a moment, and it said:

   "Are you trying to escape death with this?"

   "No, quite the opposite."

   Ner'zhul smiled and replied mysteriously, but did not explain much. And before the ritual of transforming the soul begins, he proposes a second deal:

   "I want the cores of four elemental lords, each of which is Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind. It cannot be repeated, and the grade must be high enough."

   "This is big business!"

   When Al Abbas heard the old orc's request, his reminder swelled and shrunk, representing his excitement. He rubbed his claws and said:

   "Such a big business requires a deposit, and the air coins you have here can't pay the deposit at all."

   "I have collateral!"

   Ner'zhul said in a deep voice:

   "I have a junior who claims to save his world as a means to win over people's hearts, but from today onwards, everything he does will no longer be a slogan, but a real promise!

   With this, I can declare him the true Orc Warchief.

   I pledge everything the entire orthodox tribe owns as collateral!

   If within three years I can't come up with the payment for the elemental core, then the entire orthodox tribe is yours!

  Whether it is wealth, power, material, or the body and soul of all creatures that join the orthodox tribe, it belongs to you. If you want, I can ask him to sign a contract with you.

  You have the right to take a portion of all the loot that Red Blackhand and his warriors hunt in the future. "

"what?"

   As soon as he walked into the tent, the beaming Chief Reid suddenly widened his eyes when he heard this.

  What?

  Before you, the Great Chief, have spoken, your foundation has become collateral?

   Good you immortal Ner'zhul!

  What are you planning to do?

   To rebel!

   (end of this chapter)