Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 686 17. The savior of Azeroth, the destroyer of the world, the nemesis of the blue dragon, the hero of the dragon, the light of the star, His Royal Highness is back!

   It was just dawn, and the old orc Eitrigg, who had not slept well last night, yawned and walked out.

   Wearing a linen robe, he was about to pick up his **** to take care of the fields he had opened, and by the way, he was feeding the pigs he raised, and he planned to return from a recent trip to get some vegetable seeds.

   As soon as he went out, he saw a guy jump out of the morning light in the mountains, put on a warm smile, and punched him in the face.

   "Puff"

   The poor old orc caught off guard, dazed by the powerful punch of the tide.

   took a step back and fell to the ground.

   Of course, he was a famous orc warrior when he was young, but now he is old, but he is not powerless.

The moment he was knocked down, he grabbed the dagger hidden at the door and wanted to fight back. As a result, the stinky pirate who came forward kicked the dagger away, and the high-speed rotating shadow moon blade rubbed his ears and flew out. The wooden table made is divided into two.

"Snapped"

After flying around in the narrow room and bouncing three times to destroy everything inside, the Shadow Moonblade bounced back to Black's hands, and was lifted up by the pirates, reaching the old orc with panda eyes. on the neck.

   There were blood droplets dripping from the edge of the forked blade of the moon blade, and the slight pain in the neck made the old orc's eyes widen.

   After he could clearly see the figure of the person who came, it seemed as if the final moment had finally come after he had been thinking about it for a long time. He let out a long breath, closed his eyes calmly, and finally raised his head.

   put on a slaughtered look.

   "You finally found me. It has been a year since the end of the war, and the efficiency of the alliance is still as slow as ever."

   He said in very standard human language, trying to provoke the pirates to give himself a good time.

   Obviously, he regarded Black as the official spy of the Alliance, thinking that this amazing, young and amazing guy in front of him was here to take his life.

   "Hey, Mr. Eitrigg, after all, you were once the adjutant of Orgrim, the wise and powerful orc warchief. It's only been a year, so your knowledge has changed so badly?"

  Black put down the moon blade, pulled out the short-barreled shotgun hanging from his chest, tapped the white-haired head of Eitrigg with the muzzle, and said jokingly:

   "Do you really think that the officials of the Alliance can invite such a mighty assassin as me to take the life of a penniless old orc?"

   This sentence was spoken by Black in pure Orcish language, causing Eitrigg to snap open his eyes.

   He re-examined the Blake in front of him, and saw the skull of Gul'dan hanging from the latter's neck and the skull flask around his waist. The combination of this evil thing made the guy in front of him look like an official.

   "If it's not the official business of the Alliance and the Horde, then it's a personal grudge? Did I kill your friends and relatives? Or some other reason?"

   Eitrigg asked:

   "Open your eyes and see.

  There is nothing here but an orc who intends to die here alone, waiting to die alone. Do you also believe the nonsense of the 'Great Chief's Treasure' in folklore? "

   "Orgrim has a fart treasure, and I watched him die."

  Blake pouted disdainfully and said:

   "He died miserably, leaving me nothing but a good dog. Well, no kidding, Warden Eitrigg.

   I came here and asked a very good friend to help me find you for two things. "

  Black took a step back and let Eitrigg slowly get up. He looked at the old orc who used to be in a high position, but is now lonely, and said:

   "The first is to say thank you to another friend of mine."

   "Your friend shouldn't be human, right?"

   Eitrigg patted the dust on his body and said:

   "I don't think a human would ever say thank you to an orc."

   "That's right, she's not human."

   Black coughed and said:

"Her name is Garona Haverson, a wild and free orc. I first met her in the Hinterlands, when Orgrim went to Quel'Thalas, and she had just Escape from your custody.

   Although she rarely mentions it, I can probably guess that you let her go.

  Otherwise, with her current situation, it would have been impossible for her to escape from the heavily fortified orc base camp.

  You were the Overseer of the Old Horde in the Hinterlands.

   Deployed there with Saurfang, to the detriment of Alliance warriors and dwarves.

Seriously, if Orgrim had a few more sober and wise high-ranking warlords like you, and a few scumbags like Gul'dan or Gorefiend, it would be as difficult for the Alliance to win as the sky. .

  I don't know what you privately released Garona for in the first place, but if it weren't for your momentary soft-heartedness, her end might have been very different.

   She never said thank you to you.

   As his friend, I think I should make up for her faux pas. "

   Hearing Black's words, Eitrigg pursed his lips.

   The former high-ranking warlord, the now lonely old orc sighed, he didn't seem to want to talk too much about this issue.

   He just nodded coldly and continued to stare at Black with those ridiculous panda eyes.

   A smart guy like him has already guessed that the second thing Black came over today is the real focus.

   In other words, today this can be regarded as "ceremony first and then soldiers".

   "As for the second thing, it's even simpler."

  Blake whistled, and by the grass outside the thatched house, the little fishman wearing a warrior training suit walked out ghostly today, holding a black emblem in his hand.

   It ran over, threw the emblem to Black, walked around Eitrigg's house again, and came out disappointed.

   There is nothing in it, not even garbage!

  Old Garni would cry when he came over.

   "Here is this. This is my 'Letter of Appointment' to you in place of Warchief Red Blackhand."

  Black played with the mark of the Black Hand in his hand, and threw the mark bearing the coat of arms of the Blackrock clan to Eitrigg, saying:

"You've been a testament to your ability as a lieutenant to the finicky Orgrim Doomhammer before, and Warchief Red has been hard at work since taking over Blackrock Mountain, trying to build an ancient orcish Tradition is the 'Orthodox Tribe' of the framework.

   But unfortunately, although Chief Reid tried his best to rule, and he was a corporal, he really lacked people with brains to help him make plans.

   I mean, there are many Orcs in the orthodox tribes that can fight one by one, but there are no think tanks capable of coming up with strategic ideas.

  Brox Saurfang barely counts as half, and the legendary shaman Drek'Thar, who is about to join the orthodox tribe, counts as one.

   But the problem is that this one-and-a-half think tank is not of the same mind as Warchief Reid.

   He desperately needed someone who could advise him. "

  The smelly pirate stopped talking here.

   Because the old Eitrigg in front of him was looking at him with a strange look.

  The old orc touched the emblem in his hand, and he said in a strange and hesitant tone:

   "Is the Reid you're talking about the same person I'm thinking of at this time? Reid Blackhand, the chief of the Black-toothed Laughing Clan? Is he the only one who is still 'working hard' and 'Corporate Li Xian'?

   Did you mistake other people for Reid? Or is there something wrong with that black-handed brat? Can a guy like him be a warchief?

   Are you sure you're not kidding me? "

"I knew it."

  Eitrigg's reaction did not exceed Black's expectations. The pirate rolled his eyes and wondered how bad you, Red Blackhand, looked before you were trained by yourself?

  Why does an old orc always look disdainful when he mentions you?

   But the spit is the spit, and things still have to be done.

  Black coughed, no longer embarrassed about Red's "big talent".

   This is a person who knows how to do it, and it is not enough to cheat. So he thought about it and put it another way to "persuader" Eitrigg to accept the appointment.

   "click"

   The hammer of the double-barreled short-barreled shotgun in Black's hand was pulled backwards, the black muzzle pressed against Eitrigg's forehead, and the smelly pirate's finger was on the trigger.

   He took out a soul stone from the other hand and suspended it in the palm of his hand.

   said to the old orc in front of him in a very kind tone:

   "Either you accept the appointment to help Reid, or I will bring your soul there. Anyway, Reid is not afraid of meat, and he probably doesn't care about having a 'death knight' around him as a consultant.

Um.

   I now think more and more that this is a good idea.

  The undead will not be disturbed by emotions, and can always make the judgment that is most favorable to the situation. Apart from his own suffering, he is the perfect think tank.

   A warrior like you shouldn't be afraid of pain, right? "

   He asked so seriously.

  Eitrigg didn't think the guy in front of him was really joking, he could tell from the way he beat himself down just now, the guy in front of him was definitely covered in blood.

   And I don't know if it was an illusion, when I looked at him, it was as if I saw the natural enemy of the orcs.

   "Wait! You're the 'Orc Killer' in the Alliance Army!"

  Eitrigg suddenly remembered a rumor at the end of the war, he exclaimed, and said Black's once unpretentious name.

   "Well, you can call me that."

  The pirate pouted and said:

   "Of course I have a new name now, and although I don't know what they call me yet, I'm sure I'll have a more powerful nickname.

   But I don't mind being an orc killer again now.

   And I can also be the 'killer of the old orc who used to be a good swineherd now'.

do you understand me?

   Actually, you can go and take a look. Let me tell you, Reid is no longer the black second generation full of problems in the past. Although he still stretches his hips, he is barely a good ruler.

   Even the Frostwolf clan went to join him, so you can see that, right?

Oh, right.

   The orphan of the Frostwolf that Orgrim was thinking about before he died is also with him. You should know who I am talking about. "

   "Guil?"

   Eitrigg really knew the name.

   A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the old orc. He lowered his head and glanced at the black hand emblem that was on sale. After a few seconds, he said:

   "How do I get there?"

"Simple!"

  Black put away his pistol, pointed behind him, and said:

   "Turn left when you go out, there is a newly built garbage dump at the edge of the forest, call the name of old Gani in front of the garbage dump, and someone will send you to Black Rock Mountain.

  'Ticket money' has already been counted in Chief Red, you just need to bring what you need to bring.

  If there is a 'Treasure of Orgrim', you'd better leave it to me, it will make me feel a little better. Also, shouldn't those pigs in your backyard be gone? "

  The smelly pirate rubbed his stomach, took out a sharp dagger and held it in his hand, while walking towards the pigsty in the backyard, he muttered:

   "I flew all night last night and haven't eaten yet."

   The little murloc croaked and followed behind the owner, holding a knife and fork in his left and right claws. It also rubbed its belly, and it hasn't eaten since last night.

   They just left Eitrigg where he was.

   A few minutes later, there was a scream before the pig died in the pig sty, there was the noisy cheers of the little murlocs, the wolf howls from nowhere, and the purring of the big bear.

  The old orc was carrying a small bag, put on the leather armor he had when he was an overseer, and carried a battle axe on his back. He walked into the forest without looking back and ran towards his new life.

   "Old Fording should thank me, even if he has no reason to thank me."

  Black complained that he had built a bonfire, the little murlocs next to him were shaving the dead pigs, and the few domestic pigs left in Eitrigg's pigpen were being eaten by stupid wolves and fat bears.

   This Eitrigg is really a qualified pig herder, and several pigs have been fattened by him.

   This will make everyone happy.

   Then, unhappy things happened.

   "Whoosh"

  The old man Saqir, who was hung by the pirates as an ornament, suddenly jumped up as if he was awakened, and it shouted in a low voice:

   "Teleport Warning! There's something opening space, that guy is targeting you. It's coming towards you! Fast! Left! Give it a hard shot!"

   Stab it to death! "

   In Thacher's frantic shouting, Blake reacted very quickly and pulled out the moon blade from his waist, made the thing spin in his hand, and threw it to the left.

The next second, the light of teleportation bloomed on the pirate's left hand. After half a month, the little star with a happy face was walking out of it holding the magic sword, with a smirk on his face, trying to scare the captain. Jump.

   As a result, just after he jumped out of the portal, the roaring moon blade slashed in front of him, causing Xiaoxing's eyes to widen and scream, and crouched down with his head in his arms.

   came a head-holding squatting defense.

   "Yo, look who this is."

  Blake's weird laughter sounded in front of her, saying:

   "Isn't this our great Terminator, the blue dragon hero Little Xingxing, who walked for so long without saying a word, and finally had enough fun outside, do you know how to go home?

Say!

   When did you cast the magic beacon on me? How do I not notice. "

   "You forgot to say 'Savior of Azeroth'!"

  Little Xingxing roared and rushed forward, biting Blake's left hand, clenching it tightly like a puppy and not letting go, the stinking pirate jumped up and down in pain.

   beat Little Xingxing **** the head, and then barely pulled out the bleeding hand.

   "Learn the bad from whom!"

  Blake scolded, saw Little Xingxing grinning at him, and pretended to be disgusted and said:

   "What is Your Highness Xiao Xingxing doing here this time? Is there anything I can do to serve His Highness? You only need to give one order. Why do you need to come here in person?"

   "I'll ignore you no matter how yin and yang you are, hum!"

  Little Xingxing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his head with his arms folded, and said in a long voice:

   "I have a big thing to do when I come back this time. It's a real big thing. It's an honor for you to be a stinky captain. Don't hurry up and beg me, let me take you to see the world.

  I tell you, if you miss it, you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life. "

   (end of this chapter)