Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 676 7. Still That Taste

  The blizzard in the Alterac Mountains did not stop until the night. Under the moonlight, this ancient mountain was covered with fluffy and crystal snow, and both the ground and the forest were covered by a vast expanse of white.

  Blake, who walked out of the cave, manipulated the Eye of Kilrogg, looking at the quiet place in front of him in the icy cold night.

   He suddenly realized a problem.

   This environment is the most suitable place for the Moonlight Shadow of the Watcher to play.

  With the snow reflecting the moonlight, Black has the confidence to go from one end of Alterac to the other, killing every guy he meets along the way, or stealing every purse along the way without being discovered.

  Unfortunately, in such a poor country, there is really nothing expensive to be worth so much effort by Blake.

  Blake rode his handsome and majestic ghost wolf Frostpaw to lead the way, and the group galloped on the snow under the moon, heading towards the gathering place of the Frostwolf clan.

  Smelly Pirate is the most beautiful boy in this group.

   He was wearing a white bearskin cloak that the nobles of Alterac used to hunt, and wrapped himself like a zongzi.

   In addition to the Cursed Vision of Sargeras on his face, he also wore a Nightborn Magic Ball Mask to cover the upper half of his face, and a hunting hat to cover his hair.

   He will carry a long bow of spirit string and a bag of void spikes on his back. He really looks like a human noble who came out to hunt, but he is surrounded by a group of big green orcs, which is somewhat strange.

   And since the stupid wolf Frostpaw rescued Thrall, it seemed that he had let go of his "thought burden" and became more relaxed.

   hopped and ran forward, sometimes chasing a snow rabbit or something.

   looked at Dajiao who followed behind with a look of contempt, but Xiongxiong also liked this cold environment, especially the fresh environment after the blizzard, as if it made the whole bear come alive.

Frostpaw's excitement is understandable, probably because the environment in front of him reminded the ghost wolf of the hometown of Draenor world. Before this wolf met Orgrim, he had been traveling around with the wolves in Frostfire Ridge. hunter,

   There is also the home of the Frostwolf clan, an endless barren snowfield.

   "It's really like the scenery of Frostfire Ridge, just missing a few majestic volcanoes in the snow."

  The one-eyed orc warlock riding on a grey-furred wolf followed behind the captain and let out a sigh of emotion. He probably thought it was boring to travel at night, so he asked a question:

   "Captain, Warlock Warlock believes that this two-and-a-half-day snowstorm was summoned by the legendary shaman Drek'Thar of the Frostwolf clan, what do you think?"

   "Bullshit!"

   Faced with the problem of the evil eye, the pirate pouted and said:

   "That old orc is just a legendary shaman, not an elemental demigod!

  If he can use his own power to trigger a snowstorm that covers the entire Alterac Mountains and lasts for nearly three days, why would he need to hide in this ravine with his clan?

   Directly trigger the blizzard to bury the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and then take people to live there, isn't it more comfortable?

   The beginning of this storm may have been a small snowstorm called by Drek'Thar, but the subsequent evolution into such a large-scale weather change should be that the old shaman took advantage of the climate characteristics of Alterac Valley. "

   Having said this, Blake shrugged and said:

   "But that's good enough.

   Being able to make good use of the original weather conditions to build momentum for his own side proves that Drek'Thar lives up to his reputation and is really a master who has a deep understanding of the way of the elements.

   Those Wildhammer drunken shamans can't do that.

   But I reckon that the orcs summoned this blizzard not just to prevent the Alliance troops from entering the mountains, they were probably using this special climatic condition to summon something. "

  The pirate stretched out his hand to hold a falling snowflake in his hand, and said to the people around him:

"The Alterac Mountains is the place where human civilization originated. There are many mysterious forces sleeping here. In this valley below our feet, as far as I know, there is a powerful and ancient elemental lord sleeping. .

   If the Frostwolf clan does venture to summon it, it means that these orcs are ready to fight to the death here. "

   I don't know how credible what he said.

   In short, after Black finished speaking, the expressions of Thrall and Varok suddenly became serious. The legendary orc didn't say much, but silently urged the crotch wolf to run faster in the snow.

And Frostpaw, who was running forward with Black on his back, may have been in the mood, and suddenly raised the sky to howl. After it became a ghost wolf, the wolf howl was low and desolate, with a kind of death. Unknown means.

   This voice is incredible, it reverberates in the Alterac Valley like an echo, and the warg that attracted the group also responded with a howl.

   In the sound of wolf howls, the group crossed the mountain pass and entered the hinterland of the valley. After passing through a large cedar forest completely covered by snow, they entered the territory of the Frostwolf clan that the Uncrowned One had inspected.

But there is only a house crushed by snow, and some stone buildings that have been evacuated. In the distance, you can see a towering orc-style sentry tower, but there is no clan war on it. flag.

   "They are retreating in a planned way, abandoning their outer strongholds, and concentrating their superior forces in a large lair with high terrain, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack."

   Varok jumped off the Warg and circled around with the Black Iron Battle Axe on his back. His face was even more ugly.

   He said to Thrall:

   "I haven't seen the Prophet Drek'Thar for a long time, but in my memory, he is not such a reckless person. Facing the current situation, it is impossible for him not to know that there is only one way to die here.

   This kind of war preparation for an orderly retreat is definitely not an order that a wise leader can give.

   I now suspect that something may have happened within the Frostwolf clan.

   Speed ​​up, Thrall!

  We have to get there as soon as possible! "

"Um."

  Thrall's face was serious, and his superior Warlock rushed forward with Varok.

   The other four didn't move, the Evil Eye and the two black market raiders were waiting for Black's order.

   The stinky pirate released the trade wind crow on her wrist, and he instructed her to cruise the nearby snowfields at night, pinpointing the location of the Frostwolf clan from a high altitude.

   In fact, Black also agrees with Varok's judgment. His endless hunt has been activated. Various details found in this abandoned Frostwolf territory all around also prove that this is indeed an orderly retreat.

   And it won't be too long.

   This confirms one thing from the side, that is, the sudden blizzard in the past few days is very likely to be a magic activated to cover the large-scale gathering of the Frostwolf clan.

   "What the **** are these orcs trying to do?"

  Black mounted Frostpaw and summoned his big bear to follow. As he galloped forward, he squinted and thought:

   "Could it be that these guys are planning to strike first? Before the Alliance army enters the valley, eat the local army under Oriden's command?

   Such a crazy plan?

   This is simply provoking the human kingdom! Still at the moment when Lothar was hit hard.

  I can’t even imagine what kind of waves this news will cause in the human kingdom once it gets out. It will definitely arouse public anger, and let the kings find a channel that can perfectly divert the conflicts of the people.

  How do I feel that these Frostwolf orcs are making trouble at this time, they are acting in concert with the battered human kings! Did they come to an agreement secretly?

   Or is there some weird guy messing around with it? "

   "Stop! Stop! Don't go any further!"

   Just as Black was thinking, an orc roar suddenly sounded from the front and up the road into a hillside. The Eye of Kilrogg on the pirate's shoulder blinked, and his pupils zoomed to see the situation there.

   Several orc wolf cavalrymen riding on huge wargs were rushing out from a hidden post and surrounded Varog Saurfang and Thrall who were rushing ahead.

   is still shouting loudly:

   "Which clan's green orcs are you? Why are you here? Report your purpose! Also, lay down your weapons!"

   The confrontation between the two sides was full of gunpowder.

  Blake pouted, gestured to the evil eye behind him, and disappeared under the moonlight with a swoosh.

   His bear and wolf were also ordered and ran towards the nearby cedar forest.

  The pirates give them a break, let's have fun, he is lazy to communicate with these Frostwolf orcs, and he wants to go to the Frostwolf camp to see what happened.

At the same time that Varok and Thrall were stopped, Blake flashed forward in the moonlight and shadow, and slipped into the Frostwolf camp quickly. He first went to the stone fortress of this large camp on the mountainside a circle.

   accidentally found out that it was not the old Frostwolf Shaman Drek'Thar who was in charge of the clan affairs, but a tall Frostwolf warrior who looked at his prime.

   In a place as cold as Alterac, this guy was naked.

   With a huge battle axe in his hand, he was pointing at the map of Alterac in front of him, loudly giving orders to the Frostwolf commanders in front of him.

  Black walked over, stood beside the guy, and looked at the hide map on the table.

   He found that several dazzling red Xs had indeed been marked on the map, marking the positions of several strategically important places occupied by humans such as the Alterac King City, the border city of Steinblade and so on.

   "Those humans shamelessly slaughtered the messengers we sent, and they didn't want to talk to us at all! If that's the case, we've already become invaders when we step into this world.

   This is how an intruder should be treated. "

  The big orc patted his chest full of scars and muscles, and said to the commanders in front of him:

   "But they shouldn't have sent assassins to kill our leader! Elder Drek'Thar is the only one in the entire clan who wants to live in peace with humans!

  But he was assassinated in pursuit of peace and almost died in front of our eyes!

  This despicable assassination has shown the attitude of mankind that war is inevitable. "

   The orc gasped and ordered to his subordinates:

   "Glenda Wolfheart, you are in charge of the assembly of the vanguard wolf cavalry, and I want to see an army that can cross the valley tomorrow morning!

  Grizil, you go to command the logistics, take out the armor and weapons we collected during the war, and distribute them to every clan who can fight!

   Garric and Vorgar, the two of you led a team of veterans to **** the Drek'Thar elders and the children of their clan away from the war-torn land.

   Whether our war is won or lost, the elders must be sent to Alterac.

  You follow the mountains all the way east to the Hinterlands, and I've heard that there's a new powerful clan roaming there, like the Warsong clan, but I can't be sure.

   In short, leave it to us here, we will buy enough time for you, you must send the leader and the children out! "

   "Yes! Captain Galvan!"

   A group of orc commanders whose names were named responded in unison. The atmosphere in the fort became cold and tragic for a while. The orcs were whispering to each other, and some soldiers were silently sharpening their weapons.

   Relying on the Shadow Dun to hide among them, Blake has fully understood the reason for the abnormal situation of the Frostwolf clan.

  The legendary shaman Drek'Thar of the Frostwolf clan was assassinated?

   is still at this juncture.

   This kind of assassination, which is obviously aimed at angering orcs and humans, can never come from the hands of Auriden, not to mention that the assassins under Auriden are all managed by the Uncrowned.

   It is impossible not to notify Black of such a big event.

   In other words, there is something tricky about this.

   The assassins who assassinated Drek'Thar were definitely not here to end the war. They wanted to intensify the war and completely disrupt the situation in Alterac.

   The taste revealed in this incident, how is it so familiar?

  Blake narrowed his eyes.

   He had an answer in his heart, and quickly left the "men's room", running and flashing all the way, and slipped into a cave behind which was guarded by the Frostwolf shamans.

   Deep in the cave, he smelled a strong herbal smell.

   "Om"

  Three sleepy souls were thrown out by Black, pulling the three surrounding orc warriors into sleep, and the pirate Shi Shiran walked out of the shadows and strode to the old orc lying on the straw mat.

   He half-kneeled and reached out to wipe the unconscious old orc's neck.

   The pulse was beating very fast.

   This is not a good thing for an injured old man. Black picked up the gauze next to the old orc to wipe the blood, put it in his nostrils and sniffed.

   There is a fishy sweetness in his blood.

   Sure enough, it was the toxin secreted by Ravenholdt Manor.

   Okay.

  I didn't expect His Excellency Duke Jorazze Ravenholdt, who was killed by Black to have only one bare commander left, to be able to stir the situation in this backcountry of Alterac alone.

   What more can a pirate say?

   What a hot-blooded old man who can’t sit still.

He shook his head, took out a fel healing stone from his bosom, stuck it in the mouth of the old orc, and waved his hand to draw magic from the three strong orc warriors sleeping beside him with evil life, and he absorbed a ball of magic. Vitality, backhand threw into the body of the old shaman.

   This barely stabilized his bad injury.

   After doing this, Blake took out a dark red crystal ball from his suitcase, and used the method that Dean Blue Moon taught him a long time ago, injected magic power, and activated the crystal ball.

   Ten seconds later, the expressionless face of the old Lich Meri appeared in the crystal ball.

He says:

   "I'm busy, what do I have to say!"

   "I want to ask you a favor."

   Pirate says:

   "The situation in Alterac has changed. The remnants of Ravenholdt are creating artificial conflicts, and they want to rekindle the war between humans and orcs.

   They've already assassinated the Frostwolf Shaman Drek'Thar, and I suspect their next target is Alterac's Crown Prince, Oridon Perenold.

   I won't be able to make it through, you help me protect him.

   In two days at most, this will be over. "

   "Huh? You want to stop the war between humans and the Frostwolf clan? It's not like you, Black."

   The old lich said something in surprise.

   This made Blake roll his eyes, and he said:

   "When I plotted to cause chaos, you called me a cold-blooded butcher, and now I want to stop a meaningless war, and you doubt my purpose.

   So no matter what I do, you don't like it, right? Old Merry.

   What do you want me to do so that you are satisfied? "

"That was not what I meant."

  The old Lich said calmly:

   "Temporary protection is fine, but I'm also busy"

"Do not worry."

   Black coughed and said:

   "This is the last time, I know where Ravenholdt's remnants will show up, and I'll fix all these remaining issues in one go.

   I've had enough of the jumping up and down of these third-rate assassins who take killing for glory.

   There is no place for them in the new future I foretell for the line of assassins! Now even if they kneel down and surrender and sacrifice all their treasures for their lives, I won't spare them. "

   (end of this chapter)