Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 675 6. The Siege of Alterac

   Black has a "Book of Hate".

   This is a real thing, always kept by his most trusted little idiot murloc.

   Since his rebirth, the careful pirate has been quietly writing down the names of the **** who offended him, as well as the information of the guys he dislikes.

   has now filled most of the notebook.

   Including but not limited to Talon Gorefiend who bullied him, and the newly added Gilnean, and the hateful Daelin who was written a long time ago, as well as all the tidesages of the Church of the Storms.

   Of course, there must be no less of Maiev Shadowsong's name among them.

  Ms. Maiev's name was written in every language mastered by the stinky pirates, almost filling two pages. I know that this represents Blake's resentment for that woman, but I don't know, I thought it was a dog licking diary.

   However, many of the names above have been drawn with slashes, representing the disappearance of hatred and the physical death of the owner of hatred.

   As we all know, Blake Shaw is a very "generous" stinky pirate. It doesn't matter if you offend him, you just need to apologize and pay attention in the next life.

   In this regard, he is really very "nuclear and amiable".

Just when Blake got a new weapon at hand, he planned to find an eye-opening mixed ball to practice his hand, and while the legendary spellcasters were silently watching, frantically rewriting the small books full of black materials, an accident occurred. The situation interrupted his long-awaited "searching for the enemy".

   "Squeaky"

  Smelly Pirate's beloved trade wind crow flapped his wings from the high-altitude window with a piece of paper in his mouth, and landed lightly on Blake's shoulder.

   She curiously looked at the evil-looking skull floating beside the pirate, and gracefully placed the letter in her mouth in Black's hand, and smoothed the wings with her beak.

   "Hey, this strange creature"

   Suspended beside the pirates, who was using the mark of enlightenment to open the seal of his wisdom, a spellcaster of such high rank as Mr. Thakiel, naturally discovered the abnormality of the little trade wind crow.

   But before he could open his mouth to reveal the secret, he was caught by Black and thrown into the pirate's magical luggage under the roar of the old man.

   "Noisy and talkative stuff, it's annoying to watch."

  The pirate spat out fiercely.

   and gently stroked the head of the trade wind crow, took a few fat bugs that had just been caught from the thief-eyed little murloc, and fed them to his "flying bird of prey".

   While helping her straighten out the bird feathers on her head, she said in a low voice:

   "Ah, the poor little guy must be terrified by that ugly evil skull, it's okay, it's okay, it's just a wraith that was snatched from the devil.

   But it seems to know some of the invasion plans of the Burning Legion, and it seems to be aimed at the night elves who made the demons taste the shameful shame 10,000 years ago.

  Tsk tsk, feel the silence for those pathetic elves.

  These evil-minded demons are really persevering in destroying them. The crazy guy just said that the Legion seems to be sending lurkers to Azeroth.

   Wow, that's really scary. "

   Having said that, Miss Silitha Black Crow was very concerned, the stinky pirate opened the letter in his hand, and the Kilrogg Eye on his shoulder turned over and looked at the text of the envelope.

  This letter was forwarded by the pirates' "Queen Postman" Old Garni, and the inscription is Steinblade, the border city of Alterac Kingdom.

  The not-so-excellent and very concise grammar of the first hand proves that the person who wrote the letter was probably from a military background. Combined with the pretentious code word on the envelope, Blake knew who the letter was from.

   He pouted and took a serious look.

The "Albatross" Oridon Perenold, who was thrown out by himself in the Kingdom of Alterac, brought good news. According to him, the first batch of elite soldiers of the Alliance commanded by General Turalyon have entered Alteran today. gram border.

The first batch of sergeants numbered 6,000, plus the 5,000 troops Oriden had gathered in the kingdom, plus the 2,000 private soldiers of the Barov family, the number was enough to start a battle in the Alterac Valley. The first phase of the Frostwolf Orcs expulsion campaign is underway.

   And Dalaran also sent two archmages to fight together, specially used to deal with the legendary shaman of the Frostwolf clan, and also their deputy chief Drek'Thar.

   In the letter, Oridon was very proud to tell the master behind him that he had reached a commercial agreement with the Thunderspear clan under the Bronzebeard Kingdom according to Black's instructions.

   As the future king of Alterac, he contracted the mining rights of the various ore veins rich in the valley to those dwarves who had been trying to enter the Alterac Mountains.

   In exchange, the Stormpike dwarves have provided a number of excellent armaments to Oriden's legions.

   And those Stormpike dwarves who have a good relationship with the Wildhammer dwarves promised to send their own goat cavalry and an army of gryphon knights to aid the battle when the war began.

According to Oriden's current observations, coupled with the opinion of the war-experienced Earl "Iceblood" by his side, and with the assistance of the Knights of the Silver Hand and the dwarves, this upcoming orc expulsion battle is very important. It may end in half a month.

   After all, their opponent this time was not the old tribe that was so powerful that the entire human civilization trembled, but an orc clan that was expelled by the old tribe.

  According to the preliminary investigation of the Uncrowned, the current number of the Frostwolf clan is about 4,000 people, and the young warriors who can fight in battle, regardless of men and women, are only nearly 2,500 people.

Even if there is a legendary shaman and a bunch of high-level wolf cavalry on the opposite side, under the blessing of precise intelligence brought by the Uncrowned, in the face of the powerful offensive formed by the targeted arrangements of mankind, the defeat of the Frostwolf clan is only a matter of time. .

  If those orcs don't plan to flee before the war begins, it only takes a large-scale decisive battle to break the backbone of these cunning orcs who have been entrenched in the heart of mankind for seven years!

   "Ah, it's finally starting."

  Blake read the letter, he stood up with his shoulders flexed, turned his head and said to the little fishman:

   "Go, give this letter to Eudora and Maim, they will know what to do, the four thousand orcs, plus their wargs, just reach the carrying limit of those small boats.

   Just took advantage of this opportunity to ask Eudora to drive all her boats to Booty Bay to register, and it was time for the 'Wharton Trading Company' to be officially cleaned up.

   This decent business in the North Sea should also be taken over. "

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   "I don't understand, Varok, why do we have to wait here? My people are in the mountains, aren't the humans going to attack them?

  Shouldn't we go and warn them now? "

At the southern pass of the Alterac Mountains, in a snow-covered mountain nearly 100 kilometers away from the Dalaran crater, the young orc Thrall dressed in warm hunting clothes and a white fur hunter's cloak for himself. , was sitting by a bonfire in a cave, roasting the goat meat in his hands, while asking a question to the legendary orc who was sitting across from him, eating the barbecued meat.

   Faced with this question, Varok Saurfang didn't even bother to answer.

   This legendary orc smashed a leg of lamb very boldly, even if it was just charcoal grilled with a little kosher salt, but it still did not affect the good appetite of the legendary warrior.

   He threw the bone to the black Warg lying behind him with his tail dangling. The latter bit the bone with a squeak and ate it with a gust of flavor.

  Saurfang picked up another piece of meat that had been frozen hard by the harsh local climate, threaded it with a wooden stick, and roasted it on the bonfire.

   He didn't even wear his signature battle axe or armor, just like Thrall, wearing a snow-friendly hunting suit and a large cloak to keep him warm.

   This seems to mean that the Legendary Warrior has no intention of fighting at all.

The wind and snow were blowing outside the cave, but the temperature inside the cave was very good. The legendary orc was roasting the meat attentively. His posture represented his attitude, which made Thrall, who was eating the roast leg of lamb, a little depressed. .

   He looked at the wind and snow outside the cave from time to time, and his blue eyes were full of worry.

   Even though he had never spent a day with his own clansmen, after knowing that he was from the Frostwolf clan, he still felt that his destiny was bound up with those ignorant and veiled clansmen.

   "Warlock, I"

   Thrall asked again, only to be stared at by the legendary orc warrior.

   Varok Saurfang looked at the wind and snow outside the cave and said in a deep voice:

   "Don't ask, eat honestly, in this weather, unless you are a shaman, you will get lost in a terrifying snowstorm if you dare to go out.

  If we orcs can't get out, then no matter how many soldiers come from humans, we won't be able to attack immediately.

   We are still going to meet a legendary shaman, you kid must not know what kind of power shaman represents in our civilization.

   I now suspect that this blizzard that has spread across the entire mountain range is a strategic spell that Drek'Thar specially summoned to hinder the advance of mankind.

  What are you worried about?

   You were not allowed to come in the first place, you should stay at Blackrock Spire now and learn how to be an orc from Reid. Since you have to come, keep the promise.

  In this operation, everything follows my command!

   Do not ask a lot and eat! "

"Oh."

   Thrall felt a little calmer when he heard Varok's explanation.

  He, a young man who grew up in human society, has only seen arrogant human mages cast spells, but he has never seen orc shamans.

This is normal.

   At the point in time when the Old Horde invaded Azeroth, the shamanic heritage of the Orc civilization had been cut off.

   He didn't understand what kind of horrific scenes a legendary shaman could create in a "blessed" environment like the Alterac Mountains.

   But now, watching the blizzard roaring and submerging everything outside the cave is much more powerful than the blizzard caused by the mages.

   The young Thrall first developed a strong interest in the profession of shaman.

   "Cough, good food."

   Just as Thrall lowered his head to eat the meat, a familiar voice sounded from outside the cave, and Thrall quickly grabbed the battle axe beside him. This reaction made Saurfang who had been observing him very satisfied.

   He felt that Thrall had an excellent talent to become a powerful warrior, especially his sharp reflexes, which definitely inherited the deadly swiftness of the Frostwolf warriors.

   But Varok himself did not make any hostile actions.

   He glanced back at the person who came in from outside the cave, and handed over the meat that had not been roasted in his hand.

   "Thanks, I came here after I had eaten."

  Black looked at the goat meat that was full of taint and charred burns. He shrugged and rejected the offer.

   He was followed by a warlock evil eye in an elven robe, an evil dog staff, a dried troll sorcerer's skull hanging from his waist, and two blackrock orc predators covered in snow.

  Evil Eye also holds a black summoning ritual stone in his hand.

   Just now he used this thing to summon Black from Tol Barad to the Alterac Mountains with the assistance of two raiders.

  This kind of ritual stone is very troublesome to make, and it will break after only one or two uses. It is not worth making on a large scale, but it is a great experience to use at this critical moment.

   is really much more convenient than the portals of mages.

   Of course, the premise is that there is a high-level warlock who can activate the summoning ritual stone, and can find two companions who are willing to help "pull people".

   This work is very difficult to do.

   The pressure of tearing apart the space and opening the teleportation channel will be evenly distributed among all the people who preside over the ceremony and participate in the ceremony. This kind of mental and magical pressure is amazing.

   For a master warlock like Black, this pressure is nothing.

But looking at the bad faces of the two Blackrock Marauders who walked into the cave with exhausted faces and fell asleep on their heads, you can see that these poor guys who know nothing about magic have almost been emptied of all their energy by this call. .

   "Huh? Why is Thrall here?"

   Black, wearing a white bearskin cloak, sat cross-legged by the bonfire, took off his black leather gloves, and heated himself by the flames, while looking at the young orc who sat down beside him in surprise.

   He turned to Saurfang and said:

   "Do you really think it's the right choice to let this young man with an "orc face" meet his clan at this time? As far as I know, the Frostwolf is the most conservative and traditional clan among all the orc clans.

   A unique individual like him will definitely be rejected by those Frostwolf orcs. "

   "I didn't let him come."

   Varok Saurfang said dissatisfiedly:

   "He took advantage of the emptiness of Brocks to find Grom, and ran out by himself.

   That idiot Red didn't find it, so he ran all the way from the hills to here by himself. It's good for him to have his family in his heart, but being so reckless makes me wonder if he can do anything big. "

   "It's okay, young man."

  Black grinned and snorted, and snapped his fingers at the evil eye standing behind him. The latter immediately took out a map of animal skins and handed it over. The pirate threw the map to Varok and said:

   "This is their retreat route. Take a look. If there is no problem, we can set off when the snowstorm subsides."

  Legendary Orc took the map and opened it to take a look. After a few seconds, he said:

   "With so many ships in the Hinterlands, won't they attract attention? And let's say in advance, we orc losers are poor and we don't have the money to hire you."

   "It doesn't matter, you don't need to pay."

  The smelly pirate gave a big yawn, turned his head to look at Thrall, and said:

   "The Frostwolf clan will pay. Even if they haven't met, they already owe me a lot of personal favors. Tsk tsk, I like this kind of business.

   (end of this chapter)