Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1318 68. The decisive battle on the top of Draenor--seeking a monthly ticket [23]

   "What the **** did you do in Spires of Arak? Why have you always had this unpleasant smile on your face since you came back?"

  Two days later, in a tent near the coast in Shadowmoon Valley, Maiev, who was sharpening his weapon, glanced at the smelly pirate who was sitting not far away from him, showing a fascinated smile.

   She said in a bad tone:

   "Get out if you show that annoying smile again, it makes me feel uncomfortable, as if something dirty happened to you."

   "Yeah, it's a dirty and dirty thing."

  The smelly pirate snorted, took his pipe and glanced at Maiev, who had taken back the armor and weapons, and said:

   "Are you ready to fight when you've recovered? Don't be stubborn, my warden, I don't want to play another trick to save your life from the horde of demons.

   That life is too tiring.

   And the remuneration is really average. "

"Um?"

  These disgusting words made Maiev raise her brows. She raised the polished Elementium Thorns Wheel in her hand to see her face reflected on the snow-white sharp blade.

she says:

   "You're really good at making people hate you, pirate, watch your head when you sleep tonight."

   "I think I should be more careful about other areas than my head."

  Black said a nasty pirate joke, and with a bang, the icy sharp blade slid across his neck, and of course it slashed in the air.

   This action represented the unhappiness of the warden, and also made the pirates temporarily shut up.

   "Captain! Come and see our newly recruited crew! You will definitely be satisfied!"

   A few minutes later, the pirate king of Draenor, Maim, suddenly appeared, saving Blake, who was embarrassed and locked by Maiev with killing intent. The stinky pirate laughed and stood up and greeted him.

   The enthusiasm of the captain's attitude made Maim, who came to announce the good news, a little stunned.

   "So, Grandma Gaia finally agreed to your recruitment of Mag'har orcs?"

  Black looked at the new armor on Maim, rubbed his chin and said:

   "This set of clan armor in such a primitive style should be the hunting armor of the Mag'har orcs? They gave this to you, it seems that you are already a guest of Garadar."

   "It's not just me, Captain, every orc captain on our ships has a set."

   Maim was also delighted to touch his own clan battle armor made of leather, bone and metal, especially the orc battle helmet embellished with clefthoof horns in his arms.

   The protection of this armor is not as strong as the plate armor made by the dark iron dwarves, but it is lighter with elemental magic and can give the wearer the blessing of the elements in battle.

  The most important thing is that Garadar's clan armor has always been awarded only to those true orc warriors, and the greatest significance of this armor is not its practicality.

   lies in its symbolic meaning.

  This is the last pure-blood orc clan carefully preserved, and it belongs to the most orthodox "certificate of glory" of the orc civilization.

   Maim got it, which means that the Mag'har Orcs finally joined the orthodox tribe established and commanded by Chief Red Blackhand. The addition of this clan made Chief Red Chief's legitimacy +10000 in an instant!

   Now, Reid can finally proudly claim that he is the common chieftain of all orcs, and it is estimated that no one who is stunned dares to stand up to refute him.

   "Walk around and see our new cannon fodder er, no, new crew!"

  Blake slapped the clan armor on Maim, thinking that this thing is pretty good, thinking about getting a set for himself to collect?

   He waved his pipe with a big hand, and then chatted and laughed with Maim to the small pier by the coastline, where he was ready to inspect his new fleet.

   As soon as Black left, a "new guest" was immediately ushered in Maiev's tent.

   "cough cough"

  Xalatas, who was wearing "new clothes", walked arrogantly and gracefully into the tent with bare feet. Her arrival immediately caused Maiev, who had just put on the Warden Armor, to turn back and raise his weapon.

   As a result, he could clearly see the face and posture of the other party, and Ms. Warden was instantly stunned in place.

   "Azshara?"

   Maiev exclaimed.

   The woman in front of her not only had the same body and appearance as the "light in the light" in her memory, but even the supreme arrogance unique to the elf queen was extremely exquisite.

  As a Watcher, Maiev knew that it was not difficult to simulate Azshara's peerless face and posture.

   With the blessing of magic, any spellcaster skilled in illusion can do this. But the most difficult thing to imitate the elf queen is not the appearance, but the aura!

   Azshara's arrogance is different from everyone else's.

   The arrogance of other people is acquired, but the arrogance of the light in the light is more like the aura of the high-ranking people who are born to rule. It is the essence that cannot be imitated at all.

   To give a not so appropriate example, in a distant pirate world, there is a natural "overlord" power that cannot be mastered by acquired training.

   Well, if this statement is extended, then Queen Azshara undoubtedly has the most advanced "overlord aura" among the stars, making it difficult for mortals to even look up at her.

   But now, the arrogance that Xal'atas exudes from all things is not exactly the same as the aura that Maiev remembered that belonged to Azshara, which was unpleasant, but made people unable to help but bow down.

   can only be said to be a perfect replica.

   "You! How did you get it"

   Maiev quickly recognized Xal'atath.

   But she was still wondering how Xal'atath had changed so much, until she noticed the tiny Voidflame Phoenix around the shoulders of the proud dark essence before her, and she immediately understood.

   "Ah, I see, it turns out that you did this thing in Aranka Spires, and poor Anzu was sold by you and counted the money for you."

   Maiev sneered, looking up and down at Xalatas, who was holding her arms in front of her eyes and posing in a very "green tea" posture. She said in an indifferent tone unique to the Warden Warden:

   "What a vile pirate and an equally vile dark essence, using this wicked trick for fun, pathetic! What did you come to do with me?

   Provocative? "

   "Not a provocation, but a declaration of war! Maiev Shadowsong!"

  Xalatas raised his eyebrows, smiled arrogantly, and said proudly:

   "I can't stand your intimacy with my little master recently, and your insatiable greed fills me with disgust. You act recklessly because you think you have a bond with Blake that no one else can match.

   But I will prove with practical actions that the relationship between you and him is no big deal, and I will shatter your fragile self-esteem with irrefutable facts.

   With this god-given body and my supreme love for the little master, in the name of Blake Shaw's ownership, let's start a war!

  Do you dare to fight? Maiev. "

   "You are so boring, Xal'atas.

  I don't know what happened to you that made you, who once hid in the shadow of history, try to pollute the world, destroy the dark essence of the world, become a woman attached to a man, and be proud of it."

   Maiev shook his head, turned around and continued to organize his weapons.

   She said without looking back:

   "But I do feel sad for you, my sister. You have the same looks and aura as Azshara, but I don't see a strong woman starting a war.

   All I saw was a puppy who volunteered to be on a leash barking at me. "

   "Whatever you say."

   Xal'atas wouldn't get angry just because of such a taunt.

   She flicked her fingers in an elegant gesture, and sneered at Maiev:

   "My dog's chain may be around my neck, but your collar is in my heart. Do you want me to repeat your ugly state that night? While indulging in indulgence, I repented and prayed to the moon god.

  Tsk tsk, don’t all men like a pure-looking woman like you? I really can’t compare to you in this respect.

   But don't think you're guaranteed to win.

   Maiev.

   Do you feel it?

  Blake will always have a place in his heart that belongs to me, and a place that belongs to Sefir, and only a little bit of yours. "

   She made a "little" gesture, which might make Xalatas lose a certain country's market, but obviously, the dark essence didn't care.

   "That's now."

   Maiev picked up an emerald green dagger and inserted it into the weapon slot on her waist, she said softly:

   "I'll let him indulge because I know that at some point in the future or in the past, his heart will be completely mine. I won't start this boring war with you, Xal'atath.

   After all, there is nothing challenging about fighting a war that must be won.

  Go, go back to him.

   Dedicate your evil and darkness to him, which I cannot do and you can do, be careful to your advantage, my sister. "

"you!"

   Seeing Maiev being so arrogant, Xal'atas no doubt felt provocative, but she quickly calmed down, sneered and turned away.

   She didn't know where Maiev's confidence came from, but she obviously didn't think Maiev could succeed.

   After the provocative Xal'atas left, Maiev shook his head, feeling deeply that Black was surrounded by a group of neurotic children.

   She put on all her sidearms neatly, and packed up all the long skirts and clothes she had been wearing during this time. It was time to return to the battlefield as a warrior.

   But when he was packing up, Maiev saw the ring of pure and beautiful gemstones without any magical properties.

   She hesitated, looked left and right, picked it up like a thief, put it on the necklace around her neck, and hid it in her armor.

   After all, it was the first thing Blake gave her in this era.

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   On the other side, the stinky pirates stood on the reefs of the Fel Coast of Shadowmoon Valley, watching the dozen or so ships sailing in the open sea in front of them. These were all members of the Draenor fleet under Maim.

   Compared with the size of the undead fleet in Azeroth, it is really shabby, but considering the situation in the small world of Draenor, it is very good to have such a force.

   And most importantly, the burly and agitated Mag'har spirit lads on the decks of those lousy firewood ships.

   The word "Mag'har" means "Pure" in the Orcish language, so the Mag'har orcs are orthodox brown-skinned orcs who have never been contaminated by fel energy.

Although they are not as powerful and powerful as the greenskin orcs in size, the advantage of the Mag'har orcs is that they do not drink demon blood, so they will not be attacked by evil energy, and they are not affected by demon blood. combat power.

   How terrifying a group of rational and good fighters is. Just look at the reputation that stupid Fina has made. Although Fina's brain is not very easy to use, she really has a strong representation in the field of warriors.

   She's a really good fighter, even Grom has to admit.

   With the addition of these Maghar spirits, the strength of Maim's fleet has been multiplied several times at once.

   In addition, the old part of the Blackrock Fleet that entered Draenor from Azeroth successively joined the new fleet in charge of commanding the commander, making Maim the Pirate King of Draenor more and more worthy of the name.

   After this battle, he will definitely become a famous hero in his hometown.

   "Not bad, that's what I want!"

  Black was also very satisfied with the scene in front of him, especially the will of the brown-skinned spirits to fight, especially made the pirates happy.

   This also made Maim look proud,

   He finally got a good sense of presence in front of the captain, and if the current situation develops, he will definitely become the pirate governor of the undead fleet in Draenor.

   For a native orc, there is nothing more satisfying than this future, although the seas of Draenor are far less lively than Azeroth, but how to say it?

   No matter how prosperous Azeroth is, it is still a foreign country, and no matter how downhearted you are, it is still home.

  Dogs are not too poor.

   Could it be that he, Maim Blackhand, a legendary warrior and a great pirate, is worse than a dog?

He is now full of ambition, to repeat what Black, the best teacher, did in Azeroth, in Draenor, and to personally lead the pirates of Draenor to rise and open an orc version of the world. "The Age of Great Pirates"!

   "After the battle in a few days, remember to let the boys flank, and don't rush into the frontal battlefield recklessly."

  Blake blew out a smoke ring with his pipe in his mouth, and said to Maim face-to-face:

   "That's not the fighting style of our pirates. Besides, the centaurs and boars that your brother spent a lot of money on are already in place, and they are the cannon fodder for the frontal battlefield.

  We have all paid the money, so don't rob people of their lives. "

   "I understand, Captain."

   Maim pushed his pirate hat and said:

   "These Mag'har lads are brave, but inexperienced, typical young men, and this stop is for them to have fun and learn a lot along the way.

   But my eldest brother seems to be a little over the top."

   Maim spit out:

   "He may have overblown his bragging when he gave a speech at Garadar. Now it is difficult to ride a tiger, and to personally command Kor'kron to sit in the center of the battlefield, I can't persuade him.

   But just his fat."

   Maim twitched his mouth and said;

   "I'm afraid that he will be cut down by the devil as soon as he meets him. This would be a shame, why don't you try to persuade him?"

   "Don't persuade, Reid is going to do a big job, and I, the captain, must fully support him."

   Black laughed and said:

   "Don't worry, I've arranged everything."

   Just as the two of them were talking, a huge roar exploded in the Shadowmoon Valley behind.

  Black looked back and saw that the draenei's iconic gemstone ship, the Exodar, was emerging from the space jump and was slowly landing in the mountains where the Shadowmoon clan was located.

   "Well, Velen seems to have made a decision."

  Black breathed out a smoke ring and glanced at the gloomy fel sky above his head, he said:

   "Go on, Maim, get the boys ready for the big fun on Draenor."

   (end of this chapter)