Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 868 198. Serious orcs who keep a diary?

  Blake had a great evening.

   He knew that he could always find simple and pure happiness when he came to the black iron bar full of dregs. In the seventh minute of entering the bar, Blake, who drank five glasses of black iron spirits, successfully caused a fight.

   Everything is as expected by the stinky pirates.

The    small-scale brawl soon involved all the alcoholics in the entire Black Iron Bar, and the brawl of nearly 300 people was so lively that even the Black Iron guards patrolling outside the bar were drawn into it.

  Everyone roared and waved wine bottles to open scoops to the nearest person, while Blake was waving two "bar weapons" for fun. Whoever wanted to stop the fight was Blake's target.

   Under the leadership of the stinky pirates, the large wine cellar of the Black Iron Bar was looted again.

It also led the drunkards to rush into the nearby residential area. Amidst the howls of sorrow and grief, the stinky pirates who had been drinking and playing happily finally left with a chaotic satisfaction and a lot of looted loot. The dark iron bar that has become "Brawler's Hell".

   Needless to say, this group of drunkards who sparked the riot will soon be thrown into the arena of order by the angry black iron judges. They must fight three battles as slave gladiators without dying before they can be forgiven.

   Darkforge City is inhabited by a group of thugs with flames flowing in their veins. Ever since they were cursed by the Fire Lord, the Dark Iron Dwarves have fallen into evil. Cunning is their virtue, viciousness is their tradition, and cold-blooded is their characteristic.

   To govern a group of such people, Emperor Thaurissan must use laws so draconian that they bring fear and cruelty.

  This epic tavern brawl will make the Arena of Order very lively for the next half month, but it is a pity that Blake does not intend to spend money to buy tickets to see those poor people fighting desperately to stay alive.

   He thought that was cruel.

   He is a good pirate, so he decides not to watch and pretends that nothing happened.

   After all, he was just looking for the simple pleasures of alcoholics.

But after all, he is a senior alcoholic. The emptiness after binge drinking and fighting did not affect Blake's actions. With a pleasant seven-point drunkenness, he staggered and left Darkforge City according to the experience carved into the bone marrow. Slip into the Blackrock Spire.

The guards that Reid placed all over the Blackrock Tower could not stop the Assassin master from walking at all. After touching a dozen mice along the way and picking up a dirty wallet that had to throw a few coins into it, the pirates arrived smoothly. Chief's Hall.

"boom"

  A dozen orc wallets were thrown on Reid's stone table. Blake, burping, rubbed his forehead and appeared in front of the stone table. He was drinking a dwarf pipe and tried to set it on fire.

   Shadow flames burned on his fingers, but he couldn't put them in his pipe.

   That gesture was like a full alcoholic.

   But the Great Chief Redd, who is familiar with the captain's bad character, doesn't believe this. He prefers to believe that this is Black deliberately "testing" him, especially after he accidentally stabbed such a big basket.

   "Captain, sit down."

  Reid, who had been waiting here for a long time, got up with a flattering face, welcomed the drunk pirate to the throne of the chief, took a kindling wood, and helped the pirate light his pipe.

   Maim stood on the other side, fully armed on guard.

   The entire chiefs hall has been dismissed in advance of the guards, just waiting for Black to come over to lecture.

"Snapped"

  The pirate put his feet on the stone table of Reid's chieftain, and his whole body was paralyzed on the uncomfortable stone throne like no bones. He hummed comfortably twice, raised his hand and said:

"What about the income and expenditure records during this period? And your chief's diary, show it to me, don't say no, old Gani told me that after you became the chief, you have the habit of writing a diary every day. .

  , who is a serious orc who keeps a diary? "

   "Captain, my diary is full of boring things."

  Reid was a little "shy" at this moment?

   This made Black even more interested. Under his scolding, Reid reluctantly took out his diary from his room and handed it to Black.

  The Great Chief also showed an expression of "about to die".

  Black took over and flipped through a few pages at random, and ended up amusing the stinky pirate, because this "Red Diary" is really full of strong "personal style":

   "Dark Gate 7th June 4th. The weather is good, the sun outside can still dry people to death, and today I was despised by the yin and yang of that old coffin board from Brocks.

  Humph, sooner or later one day he will be killed!

  Because I was in a bad mood, I didn’t patrol in the afternoon and hid in the chief’s hall to drink. Thrall was a good kid, and he knew that he secretly came to say good things to Brocks.

   is not bad, it is worth cultivating. "

   "Dark Gate 7th June 11th. The weather was bad, Drek'Thar criticized my governance model, he gave me a 'governance suggestion', and after I read it, I thought he was humiliating me.

  You made this thing so perfect, how can I suggest revisions to show the majesty of my chieftain?

  Hmph, these old **** just look down on me.

   Another day to find a chance to kill him.

   Thrall, this little guy is really nice, he came to comfort me again, and had a few glasses of wine with him, this orc cub is a good drinker. "

   "Dark Gate 7th June 17th. Whatever the weather, the Blackrock Tower won't leak anyway. The cunning Black Dragon Prince Nefarian sent messengers over, saying that he was going to mobilize some orc warlocks to help him.

   Does this **** **** think I'm a fool?

   You want me to send the cannon fodder there for such a small amount of money?

   No, you must add money!

  Thrall came in the afternoon and gave me some advice. The more I looked at this kid, the more pleasing the eye became. The young man can talk, much better than the old **** who look down on me.

   Continue drinking with Thrall at night. Alas, Red, Red, you can't drink like this, you are the warchief! Ruler of the orthodox tribe! You'll have to restore Draenor in the future and do something great.

  Tsk tsk, the wine that Thrall brought at night tastes good, you have to ask him where he got it from. "

   "Dark Portal 6/22/7. Bad weather, as disgusting as the **** Burning Steppes, I left Blackrock Spire today to send my little brother Thrall to Draenor.

   Even though he's a Frostwolf orc and I'm chieftain of Blackrock, this kid has a very good relationship with me these days, and in Maim's absence, he's as well-behaved as my half-brother.

   He is handsome and can talk. He also humbly learned from me the experience of being a chief. He is good at drinking and has a good brain. He gave me a lot of advice.

   Now that he's leaving, I'm still a little reluctant.

  I gave him the cub of my Warg Harekon, and he affectionately called it 'Snow Song', just like the name humans give to pets.

   This kid is nice.

   I hope he doesn't die in the dying world of Draenor.

  I came back at night to continue drinking. It felt so bad to drink alone. The two bastards, Brocks and Drektal, came to visit me, and they took the initiative to drink with me, and thanked me for taking care of Thrall.

  Fuck!

  I only found out now that I was deceived by these two bastards. Isn’t the suggestion that the little **** Thrall gave me after I rejected the suggestion they put forward in another way?

   Good guy, play red and white.

   My concern for Thrall's **** is like dog-feeding.

   When that little **** comes back, I must kill him!

I swear! "

"Snapped"

  Black closed Red's "Diary of the Orc Chieftain", he was silent for a moment, sighed, and said to Red:

   "You're a great chief. It's really 'very impressive'. I'm suffering. I ask you, how much have your subordinates been drawn by the Kor'kron and the Frostwolf clan?"

   Hearing the pirate's question, Reid almost cried.

   He said pitifully:

   "Now there are only the Scarlet Fire Seal Legion and the Ogre still obeying my orders, and the other orcs either joined Kor'kron or were trained by the Frostwolf Orcs to become wolf cavalry.

   Drek'Thar also taught some of the warlocks to become shamans. I guess I can't control them. "

   But Reid soon became complacent again, and he said with his hands on his hips:

   "But I keep your teachings in mind, finance and logistics have always been firmly in my hands, and the trade with goblins and dark iron dwarves is also in charge of my henchmen.

   Without me, they would all be hungry! "

   "Very good, you have learned my operations and are invincible."

  Black nodded with satisfaction, he said:

   "With food and military supplies in hand, Brox and Drek'Thar have to obey your orders honestly no matter how dissatisfied they are. At least they have to be loyal to you on the surface, and that's enough."

After   , he picked up the ledger prepared by Reid and looked at it.

   Well, that's a terrible record, but by the standards of greenskins, it's pretty good.

  Reid's men have monopolized most of the mineral and herbal trade in Blackrock Mountain, and he trades these things with goblins for food and military pay.

  The big mine on the other side of the Searing Gorge was monopolized by the dark iron dwarves, and Red sent the most capable Kor'kron to harass them to collect "tolls". He sent wolf cavalry to raid the Badlands, and let the ogres loyal to him cut off the road from the Badlands to the Searing Gorge.

   Relying on force and Dark Iron dwarves to buy weapons and wine for munitions.

   The most irritating thing is that Reid specially raised a group of orc gladiators, and he participated in the Dark Iron Dwarf's Order Arena competition every month, and he could also earn a lot of money.

From Black's point of view, the Orthodox Tribe's finances have been intermittently on the verge of bankruptcy, and the cash flow is very unhealthy. Reid used most of the money he earned to buy food, which prevented the orcs in Blackrock Tower from becoming ill. Hungry.

   But just being able to fill the stomachs of nearly 100,000 orcs and nearly 10,000 ogre potbellies is beyond Reid's ability, and his rule is still stable.

   At least better than Black's worst-case scenario.

  The Great Chief has left a part of the "reserve fund" without a teacher, and he saves the money that Maim sends every month to prevent possible accidents.

   This makes Blake much admired, who said Red didn't improve?

  Despite being repeatedly despised by Brocks and Drek'Thar every day, even though Reid's force has been almost wasted, even though Reid's stomach has grown fat from long-term drinking and pleasure.

   But he's still progressing towards a qualified warchief.

   is of course far worse than a legendary great chief such as Orgrim Doomhammer, but Red is already much stronger than his father, and in terms of operations, he has left the great chief of Blackrock a few streets away.

   "Very well, just keep it going. After Maim's fleet has a steady income at sea, your rule will be more stable."

  Blake dropped the ledger and was almost sober.

   He sat up straight and said to Red:

"Then, tell me about the Orc Wolf cavalry that clashed with the human vanguard, why did they run to the vicinity of Redridge? Although I don't think it was your order, I hope to hear the truth from your own mouth. ."

   Hearing this question, Reid immediately became angry.

   He adjusted the black plate armor that looked very "constrained" because of his fatness, and said to Black:

"The order to send them out on patrol was indeed given by me, but according to my request, they can only reach the giant mallet stone at most, where a group of ogres I sent out is stationed, and it is also on the edge of our power in the Burning Plains. .

  According to your request, I deliberately set aside a part of the area as a 'truce zone' divided with Redridge Mountain, just to avoid conflicts with human scouts.

   This request has also been affirmed by Brox and Drek'Thar, and everyone is tacitly aware that no one will cross that line, whether it is the Black Rock soldier or the Frostwolf Knight.

   But the wolf cavalry on that day was just as insane. My ogre magician told me that he saw with his own eyes that the wolf cavalry crossed the warning zone without hesitation and rushed towards the Redridge Mountains.

   In the end, the Frostwolf shamans used astral teleportation to force them back to Blackrock Mountain.

   Drek'Thar personally inspected them, and there are traces of confusion in their minds. It's the group of black dragons! "

  Reid gritted his teeth and said:

   "I dare to vouch for my life, it is definitely the black hands of those black dragons behind the scenes, they want us to conflict with humans in order to profit from it.

  Brox's Kor'kron is ready, and I also sent the quarters to them, Captain, as long as you give an order, we can immediately rush into the Black Wing's Nest and drive away all those hellish black dragons!

   I am not afraid of them now.

  With Saurfang Brothers and Drek'Thar here, and Fenris, who has almost recovered from his injuries, is enough to tear those black dragons apart! "

   "This is not urgent."

  Black waved his hand and said:

   "I didn't come to Blackrock Mountain this time to fight the black dragons fiercely. To be able to force Nefarian to use such a rude method, it seems that you put a lot of pressure on the black dragons.

  Continue to maintain this pressure, and we will see the response of the black dragons after we have completed the action target.

  I keep them for use. "

"it is good."

Although   Reid was angry, he didn't have any resistance to the pirate's order. He took out a delicate black plate armor belt from his luggage and put it in front of Black.

Say:

   "Captain, the group of black iron exiled blacksmiths that you ordered me to find, I have found them and completed contact with them.

   This is their work and their sincerity.

   They are eager to join our cause. "

   (end of this chapter)