Shadow Trails in Azeroth

It was just dawn. The old orc Eitrigg, who had not slept well last night and had nightmares over and over again, yawned and walked out of the door.

Wearing a linen robe, he was about to pick up a hoe to take care of the fields he had cultivated, feed the pigs he raised, and was planning to bring back some vegetable seeds from his recent trip.

As a result, as soon as he went out, he saw a guy jumping out of the morning light in the mountains, grinning a warm smile, and then punched him head on.

Plop

The poor old orc who was caught off guard was struck dizzy by the powerful and heavy fist of the tide.

He took a step back and fell to the ground.

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

The moment he was knocked down, he grabbed the dagger hidden at the door and tried to fight back. However, the stinky pirate who came forward kicked the dagger away, and was grazed by his ear by the high-speed rotating Shadow Moon Blade and flew out, easily killing him with his own hands. Made of wooden table split in two.

Snapped

The Shadow Moon Blade flew around the narrow room and bounced three times, destroying everything inside. It bounced back to Blake's hand, and was lifted up by the pirate, right against the old orc with panda eyes. On the neck.

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

When he saw the figure of the visitor clearly, it seemed as if the final moment he had been thinking about for a long time had finally arrived. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes calmly, and finally raised his head.

Pretending to be killed at the slightest sign of attack.

You finally found me. It's been a year since the war ended, and the alliance's efficiency is still as slow as ever.

He said something in very standard human language, trying to anger the pirates so that he could have a good time.

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

Hey, Mr. Eitrigg, you were once the aide-de-camp of Orgrim, the wise and mighty orc warchief. Has it only taken you one year to make your knowledge so poor?

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

Do you really think that the alliance official can hire a powerful assassin like me to take the life of a penniless old orc who is dying?

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

He looked at Blake again and saw the Skull of Gul'dan hanging around his neck and the skull flask on his waist. The combination of these evil things made the guy in front of him really not look like an official.

If it's not an official matter between the Alliance and the Horde, then it's a personal grudge? Did I kill your friends and relatives? Or was it for some other reason?

Eitrigg asked rhetorically:

“Open your eyes and see.

There is nothing here except an orc who plans to die here alone, waiting to die. Do you also believe in the nonsense rumors about the ‘Great Chief’s Treasure’?

Orgrim has a damn treasure, and I watched him die with my own eyes.

Blake curled his lips disdainfully and said:

He died a miserable death, leaving me with nothing but a good dog. No more kidding, Warlord Eitrigg.

I came here and asked some very powerful friends to help me find you for two things.

Black took a step back and allowed Eitrigg to get up slowly. He looked at the old orc man in front of him who once held a high position but was now lonely and said:

First, I want to say thank you to you for another friend of mine.

That friend of yours shouldn't be human, right?

Eitrigg dusted himself off and said:

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

Yes, she is not human.

Blake coughed and said:

Her name is Garona Harfoulson, a very wild and free half-orc. The first time I met her was 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, given her situation at the time, it would have been impossible for her to escape from the orcs' heavily guarded base camp.

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

Together with Saurfang, he set up defenses there, causing the Alliance warriors and dwarves to suffer a lot.

To be honest, if there had been a few more sober and wise high-level warlords like you under Orgrim's command at that time, and a few less bastards like Gul'dan or Bloodfiend, it would have been extremely difficult for the Alliance to win. .

I don't know why you released Garona privately, but without your moment of relenting, her fate might have been very different.

She never said thank you to you.

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

After hearing Black's words, Eitrigg pursed his lips.

This once-famous high-ranking warlord, now a lonely old orc, sighed. He didn't seem to want to talk too much about this issue.

He just nodded coldly and continued to look at Blake with those ridiculous panda eyes.

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

In other words, today’s event can be regarded as “courtesy first, then attack.”

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

Blake whistled, and by the grass outside the thatched house, a little fishman wearing a warrior training uniform walked out sneakily, holding a black emblem in its hand.

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

There's nothing in there, not even trash!

Old Ghani would cry when he came over.

Here you go. This is the 'letter of appointment' I give you on behalf of Chief Red Blackhand.

Black played with the Black Hand mark in his hand, threw the emblem with the Blackstone Clan's crest to Eitrigg, and said:

You have served as an adjutant to the picky Orgrim Doomhammer before, which has proven your ability. After taking over Blackstone Mountain, War Chief Red has been working hard to build an ancient orc-based empire. An 'orthodox tribe' framed by tradition.

But unfortunately, although Chief Red worked hard and treated his corporal well, he really lacked people with brains to help him make suggestions.

What I mean is that there are more orcs in the orthodox tribe who can fight each other, but there are simply 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 Horde, counts as one.

But the problem is that these one and a half think tanks and Chief Red are not of the same mind.

He desperately needs someone who can advise him.

The stinky 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 said in a strange and hesitant tone:

Is the Red you are talking about the same person as the Red I am thinking of at this moment? Red Blackhand, the chief of the Black-Toothed Grinning Clan? He is the only one who is also 'working hard to govern' and 'corporal courtesy'?

Did you mistake the other guy for Red? Or was that little kid from the Mafia family possessed by something evil? Can a guy like him become a chief?

Are you sure you're not kidding me?

I knew it.

Eitrigg's reaction was not beyond Black's expectation. The pirate rolled his eyes and thought to himself, how bad was Red Blackhand before you were trained by him?

Why is it that when any old orc mentions you, he always looks disdainful?

But complaints are complaints, and things still need to be done.

Blake coughed and stopped bragging about Reid's talent and strategy.

In front of me, this is a man who knows his stuff, and he can't do it just by lying. So he thought for a while and changed his words to persuade Eitrigg to accept the appointment.

Click

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

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

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

Either you accept the appointment to help Red, or I take your soul there. Anyway, Red is not a vegetarian, so he probably doesn't care about having a 'death knight' as an adviser.

Um.

I'm starting to think this is a good idea more and more.

The undead will not be disturbed by emotions and can always make judgments that are most beneficial to the situation. Apart from suffering themselves, they are completely the perfect think tank candidates.

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. From the way he knocked him down just now, it could be seen that the hands of the guy in front of him were definitely covered in blood.

And I don't know if it was an illusion, but when I looked at him, I felt like I was seeing the natural enemy of the orcs.

Wait! You are the 'Orc Killer' in the Alliance Army!

Eitrigg suddenly remembered a rumor at the end of the war. He exclaimed and mentioned Black's once unimpressive name.

Well, you can call me that.

The pirate curled his lips and said:

Of course I have a new name now, although I don't know what they will call me yet, but I will definitely have a more prestigious nickname.

But I wouldn't mind being an orc slayer again now.

And I can also become the 'killer of the old orc who once had a great time and is now an old swineherd'.

Do you get me?

In fact, you can go and take a look. Let me tell you, Red is no longer the black second generation full of problems before. Although he is still very hip, he can barely be considered a good ruler.

Even the Frostwolf clan ran to him, which shows, right?

Oh, right.

The orphaned Frostwolf that Orgrim was thinking about before he died is also there. You should know who I'm talking about.

Gu'el?

Eitrigg indeed knew the name.

A glimmer of light flashed in the old orc's eyes. He lowered his head and glanced at the Black Hand emblem on sale. After a few seconds, he said:

How do I get there?

Simple!

Blake 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 Old Garni's name in front of the garbage dump, and someone will send you to Black Rock Mountain.

The 'ticket money' has already been accounted for by Chief Red, you only need to bring what you need to bring.

If there really is an 'Orgrim's Treasure', then you'd better leave it to me, it will make me feel better. In addition, you should get rid of those pigs in your backyard, right?

The smelly pirate rubbed his belly, took out a sharp dagger and held it in his hand. He walked towards the pig pen in the backyard and muttered:

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

The little fish man croaked and followed behind the owner, holding a knife and fork in his left and right paws. It was also rubbing its belly. It hadn’t eaten until last night.

They just left Eitrigg where he was.

A few minutes later, a pig's dying scream came from the pig pen, as well as the noisy cheers of the little fish man, as well as the howl of a wolf and the grunt of a big bear from nowhere.

The old orc carried a small baggage, put on the leather armor he wore when he was a warlord, and carried a battle ax 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 and built a bonfire. The little fishman next to him was shaving the dead pigs. The few remaining domestic pigs in Eitrigg's pigsty were being eaten by stupid wolves and fat bears.

This Eitrigg is really a qualified swineherd, and he has kept several pigs fat and strong.

Everyone will be happy.

Then something unhappy happened.

Whoosh

Old Sachiel, who was hung by the pirates as a decoration on his waist, suddenly jumped up as if he had woken up, and shouted in a deep voice:

Teleport warning! There is something opening up space, and that guy's target is you. It's coming towards you! It's going very fast! Left! Give it a hard hit!

Stab it hard!

As Thakier yelled wildly, Blake reacted very quickly and pulled out the moon blade from his waist, letting the thing spin in his hand and throwing it to the left.

The next second, the light of the teleportation technique bloomed on the left hand side of the pirate. The little star, who had not been seen for half a month, was walking out of it with a magic sword in hand, with a wicked smile on his face, trying to scare the captain. Jump.

As a result, as soon as he jumped out of the portal, he was met by a whistling moon blade, which made Little Xingxing's eyes widen and scream, and he squatted down holding his head.

Here comes a man squatting on guard with his head in his arms.

Hey, look who this is.

Blake's weird laughter sounded in front of her and said:

Isn't this our great world-destroying terminator, Little Star, the blue dragon hero? He has been walking for so long without saying a word. Finally, he has had enough fun outside. Do you want to go home?

explain!

When will you give me the magic beacon released from my body? How do I not notice.

Stop talking about 'Savior of Azeroth'!

Little Star roared and rushed forward, biting Black's left hand, biting it like a puppy and not letting go, causing the stinky pirate to jump up and down in pain.

He hit Little Xingxing's head hard and then managed to pull out his bleeding hand.

Who did you learn this bad habit from?

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

Why did Your Highness Xiao Xingxing come back this time? Is there anything I can do to serve His Highness? You only need to give me an order. Why come here in person?

I will ignore you no matter how weird you are, hum!

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

I have big things to do when I come back this time. Real big things. It's an honor for you, the stinky captain, to be a part of it. Why don't you beg me quickly and let me take you to see the world.

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