Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The snowstorm in the Alterac Mountains didn't stop until night. Under the moonlight, this ancient mountain range was covered with fluffy and crystal clear snow. Both the ground and the forest were covered in white.

Blake walked out of the cave, controlled the Eye of Kilrogg, and looked at the silent land in front of him in the freezing cold night.

He suddenly realized a problem.

This environment is the most suitable place for the Watcher's Moonlight Shadow Escape.

With the snow reflecting the moonlight, Black was confident of fighting his way from one end of Alterac to the other, killing every guy he met along the way, or stealing all the wallets along the way without being discovered.

It's a pity that in such a remote country, there is really nothing expensive that Blake can go to such great lengths to do.

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

The stinky pirate is the most handsome guy in this group of people.

He wore a white bearskin cloak worn by Alterac nobles when they were hunting, and wrapped himself up like a rice dumpling.

In addition to the cursed vision of Sargeras, he also wore a Nightborne magic ball mask covering the upper half of his face, and a hunting hat to cover his hair.

He is carrying a long bow of spirit strings and a bag of void spikes on his back. He really looks like a human nobleman out for hunting, but he is followed by a group of big and green orcs, which is a bit weird.

Since Frostpaw rescued Thrall, this stupid wolf seemed to have let go of his thought baggage and became more relaxed. He was now carrying Black on his back to have fun in the snow.

He jumped forward and ran forward, and from time to time he even ran to chase a snow rabbit or something.

Dajiao, who was following behind, looked disdainful, but Xiong Xiong also liked the cold environment, especially the fresh environment after the blizzard, as if the whole bear came to life.

Frostclaw's excitement is understandable. Perhaps the environment in front of him reminded the ghost wolf of his hometown in the world of Draenor. Before meeting Orgrim, this warg had been traveling around with wolves in Frostfire Ridge. hunting,

It is also the hometown of the Frostwolf clan, an endless barren snowfield.

It's really like the scenery of Frostfire Ridge, except that there are a few majestic volcanoes in the snow.

The one-eyed orc warlock riding on a gray-furred warg followed behind the captain and let out a sigh. He probably felt that traveling at night was boring, so he asked a question:

Captain, Warlock Warlock believes that this big snowstorm that lasted for two and a half days was summoned by Drek'Thar, the legendary shaman of the Frostwolf clan. What do you think?

Bullshit!

Faced with the problem of the evil eye, the pirate curled his lips and said:

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

If he could single-handedly trigger a blizzard that covered the entire Alterac Mountains and lasted for nearly three days, why would he need to hide in this ravine with his tribe?

Wouldn't it be more comfortable to directly trigger a blizzard to bury the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and then take people to live there?

This storm may have started out as a small snowstorm summoned by Drek'Thar, but it later evolved into such a large-scale weather change, probably because the old shaman took advantage of the climate characteristics of the Alterac Valley.

At this point, Blake shrugged and said:

“But it’s powerful enough.

Being able to make good use of the original weather conditions to build momentum for his side proves that Drek'Thar is truly a master of the elements.

Those drunkard shamans of the Wildhammer dwarves can't do this.

However, I estimate that the orcs summoned this blizzard not just to prevent the Alliance army from entering the mountains. They were probably summoning something with the help of these special climate conditions.

The pirate reached out and held a piece of floating snowflake in his hand, and said to the people around him:

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

If the Frostwolf clan really takes the risk to summon it, it means that these orcs are ready to fight to the death here.

I don't know how credible his words are.

In short, after Black finished speaking, Thrall and Varok's expressions suddenly became serious. The legendary orc did not say much, but silently urged the warg under his crotch to run faster in the snow.

Frostpaw, who was carrying Black on his back, might have gotten excited when he ran, but suddenly he let out a howl. After it became a ghost wolf, its howl was already low and desolate, with a sense of death. Unknown meaning.

This howl was so powerful that it reverberated in the Alterac Valley like an echo, causing the wargs in the group to howl in response.

Amid the howls of wolves, the group crossed the mountain pass and entered the heart of the valley. After passing through a large cedar forest completely covered with snow, they entered the territory of the Frostwolf Clan that the Uncrowned One had scouted.

But as far as the eye can see, there are only houses crushed by snow, and some stone buildings that have been evacuated. A towering orc-style sentry tower can be seen in the distance, but there is no clan war on it. flag.

They retreated in a planned manner, abandoning their peripheral strongholds and concentrating their superior forces in large lairs that were high in terrain and easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Varok jumped off the warg and circled around with the black iron battle ax on his back. His face looked even more ugly.

He said to Sal:

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

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

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

Speed ​​it up, Thrall!

We must get there as soon as possible!

Um.

Thrall's face was serious, and the warg followed Varok and rushed forward.

The other four people did not move. Evil Eye and the two black market predators were waiting for Black's order.

The Stinky Pirate released the Trade Wind Crow on her wrist, and he instructed her to patrol the nearby snowfields at night and pinpoint the Frostwolf Clan's position from a high altitude.

In fact, Black agreed with Varok's judgment. His endless hunting had been activated, and various details found in the abandoned Frostwolf territory around him proved that this was indeed an orderly retreat.

And it won't take too long.

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

What do these orcs want to do?

Black mounted Frostclaw and summoned his big bear to follow him. As he rushed forward, he squinted his eyes and thought:

Are these guys planning to strike first? To eat up the local army under Oliden before the Alliance army enters the valley?

Such a crazy plan?

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

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

Why do I feel that these frost wolf orcs are causing trouble at this time? They are just cooperating with the anxious human kings! Did they reach some agreement secretly?

Or is there some weird guy messing around in it?

Stop! Stop! Don't go any further!

Just as Blake was thinking, an orc roar suddenly sounded from the front on the road leading up to a hillside. The Eye of Kilrogg on the pirate's shoulder blinked, and he could clearly see the situation on the other side while his pupils were zooming.

Several orc wolf cavalry riding giant wargs were rushing out from a hidden post, surrounding Varog Saurfang and Thrall who were rushing forward.

Still yelling loudly:

Which clan of green orcs are you from? Why are you here? Report your purpose! Also, put down your weapons!

The confrontation between the two sides was full of tension.

Blake curled his lips, gestured to the evil eye behind him, and disappeared under the moonlight with a whoosh.

His bear and wolf also got the order and ran towards the cedar forest nearby.

The pirate gave them a break and allowed them to have fun freely. He was too lazy to communicate with these Frostwolf orcs and wanted to go to the Frostwolf camp to see what was going on.

While Varok and Thrall were being stopped, Black flashed forward in the moonlight and shadow, and quickly slipped into the Frostwolf camp. He first went to the stone fortress of the large camp halfway up the mountain. One lap.

Unexpectedly, they discovered that the person presiding over clan affairs was not Drek'Thar, the old Frostwolf shaman, but a tall Frostwolf warrior who looked to be in his prime.

In a cold place like Alterac, this guy is actually shirtless.

He had a huge battle ax in his hand, pointing at the map of Alterac in front of him, and shouting orders to the several Frostwolf commanders in front of him.

Blake walked over, stood beside the guy, and looked at the animal skin map on the table.

He discovered that there were indeed several dazzling red X's marked on the map, which were marked on the strategic locations occupied by humans such as Alterac King City and the border city Steinblade.

Those humans shamefully massacred the envoys we sent. They are not willing to talk to us at all! If that's the case, we have already become invaders when we step into this world.

This is how an intruder should be treated.

The big orc patted his chest, which was 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 humanity!

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

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

The orc gasped and ordered to his subordinates:

Glenda Wolfheart, you are responsible for the assembly of the forward wolf cavalry. I want to see an army that can cross the valley tomorrow morning!

Grizzle, go and command the logistics, take out all the armor and weapons we collected during the war, and distribute them to every tribesman who can fight!

Garrick and Wogar, you two led a team of veterans to escort the Drek'Thar elders and the children of the tribe away from this land that was about to be engulfed by the flames of war.

Regardless of whether we win or lose the war, the Elder must be sent out of Alterac.

You go all the way east along the mountains to the Hinterlands. I heard that there is a new and powerful clan wandering there, it seems to be the Warsong clan, but I can't be sure.

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

Yes! Captain Galvan!

A group of orc commanders whose names were called responded in unison. The atmosphere in the fortress suddenly became cold and tragic. The orcs were whispering to each other, and some soldiers were silently sharpening their weapons.

Black, who relied on Shadow Escape to hide among them, had now completely figured out the reason for the abnormal situation of the Frostwolf clan.

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

But it’s still at this juncture.

This kind of assassination operation, which was obviously aimed at angering the orcs and humans to death, could never be carried out by Auriden, not to mention that the assassins under Auriden were all managed by the Uncrowned One.

It was impossible not to notify Blake about such a big matter.

In other words, there is something fishy about this.

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

Why is the smell revealed in this matter so familiar?

Blake narrowed his eyes.

He vaguely had an answer in his mind, and quickly left the men's room, parkouring and flashing all the way, and slipped into a cave behind that was guarded by Frost Wolf Shamans.

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

Buzz

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

He knelt down halfway, reached out and wiped the neck of the unconscious old orc.

The pulse beat very violently.

This was not a good thing for an injured old man. Blake picked up the gauze wiping the blood next to the old orc, put it in his nostrils and smelled it.

There is a fishy sweetness in the blood.

Sure enough, it was the poison secretly prepared by Ravenholdt Manor.

Okay.

Unexpectedly, His Excellency Duke Jorachi Ravenholdt, who was killed by Black and was left with only a bare commander, could still stir up troubles in the remote countryside of Alterac alone.

What else could a pirate say?

What a hot-blooded old man who can't take any time off.

He shook his head, took out an evil healing stone from his arms, stuffed it into the old orc's mouth, and then waved his hand to draw magic from the evil life of the three strong orc warriors sleeping next to him, and drew a ball of magic. The vitality was thrown backhand into the old shaman's body.

This barely stabilized his terrible injury.

After doing this, Blake took out a dark red crystal ball from his bag and used the method that Dean Lanyue taught him a long time ago to inject magic power and activate the crystal ball.

Ten seconds later, the expressionless face of the old lich Merry appeared in the crystal ball.

He said:

I'm busy, what do you have to say?

I want to ask you a favor.

pirate said:

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

They have already assassinated the Frostwolf shaman Drek'Thar, and I suspect their next target is Alterac's heir apparent, Auriden Perenold.

I won't be able to get there now, please help me protect him.

This matter will be over in two days at most.

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

The old lich said something in surprise.

This made Blake roll his eyes and he said:

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

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

What do you want me to do to satisfy you?

That was not what I meant.

The old lich said calmly:

It's okay to protect temporarily, but I'm also very busy.

Do not worry.

Blake coughed and said:

For the last time, I know where the remnants of Ravenholdt will appear, and I will be there to deal with them all once and for all.

I've had enough of these third-rate assassins jumping up and down who take killing as an honor.

There is no place for them in the new future I predict for the assassin profession! Now even if they kneel down and surrender and offer all their treasures to pay for their lives, I will not spare them.