Chapter 8 Chapter VII

Tonight, the clouds over Stormwind City are extremely low, touching the tops of many towers in the city.A gust of cold wind blew, and the guards stationed outside Stormwind Keep were huddled together in cloaks, shivering; while inside the fortress, their commander-in-chief Turalyon and his think tanks were still not resting. .They stayed in a room, which is now the Alliance command post, studying the map of Azeroth.Anyone could see the tension between their commander-in-chief and the elf who accompanied him.Even though the guards were allowed to stay here, they still felt unnatural. The guards were shivering because of the cold, but they didn't notice that there was a strange gust of wind, drifting across the streets of Stormwind City, filing in from the main entrance of Stormwind Fortress, passing through the wide fortress corridor, and then turning to go left.The gust of wind swirled through another walkway, and finally entered a small open-air courtyard.

A pair of guards stood opposite each other, guarding the entrance to the Royal Library.When they felt the cold air, they couldn't help shivering.The two found that the surroundings seemed to be getting darker, so they squinted their eyes and looked up. Suddenly, a gust of strong wind blew away the shadow, revealing several standing figures.Four of them appeared to be human, at least in terms of size.They all wore cloaks with wide hoods, their limbs and torsos were wrapped in something strange, and their eyes were blazing with fiery red light.As for the last figure, he was much taller than the other four, and even in this almost completely dark environment, it could still be seen that his skin was bright green.

One of the guards drew his sword while trying to shout to warn of an intrusion.He failed.The orc stepped forward, swinging the great ax forward, and the poor guard was cut in two.His companion raised his shield, parried an attack from the strangely attired intruders, and stabbed with his spear, but it was useless.Another seized the handle of the spear, severed it, and turned lightly, over the top edge of the shield, and slid the freshly severed spear over the guard's neck.The second guard fell silently, his head almost separated from his body.Everyone stepped over the two bodies that were still twitching slightly, pushed open the front door, and entered the Royal Library.

The Gorefiend instructed, "We must move fast, and we must not be discovered." His death knights, as well as Pagas Throat Ripper, the orc who quickly dealt with the first guard just now, nodded .The Gorefiend knew that the Goregore orcs knew Azeroth better than anyone else, and to the Goregore, this Pagas was the smartest and calmest of the idle orcs, so he decided to This person has been assigned to perform the task. The five dispersed, searching the library for their loot.After a few minutes or so, Pagas cursed under his breath, "It's not here!" "What? Are you sure?" Gorefiend came over and saw him standing beside an empty glass box.

In response, Pagas pointed to the glass case.In one corner of the box was a small tan card.The Gorefiend possessed his host's memories and skills, so after a moment of concentration he understood the instructions on the card: The Book of Medivh.No one can open it without the permission of the king or the commander of the alliance. "It used to be here," thought the Gorefiend, looking at the velvet lining of the box, where it was evident that some sort of large, thick oblong object had once been placed there. "But where is it now?" "Here," one of the death knights whispered.Gorefiend hurried to him, followed by Pagas and the other two death knights. "It seems that there are other people who think the same as us." He pointed to a small study room and the corpse in it.The corpse was clad in the armor of an Alliance Guard, with a dagger thrust into his neck, only its handle exposed.

"Alterac," Pagas looked at the dead on the ground and said in a low voice, "here is their emblem." Pagas pointed to the mark on the handle of the knife and said, "That is the emblem of Alterac. chapter." The memories of Gorefiend's host body confirmed this, "So Alterac took the Book of Medivh," he thought, though Lord Perenolde was a traitor during the last war , but he's still King of Alterac, at least for now.For the league, that book is also critical.Alterac can use it as a bargaining chip, yes, it makes sense. "But why did he leave such an obvious clue?" He questioned aloud, "This assassin is really careless."

"Perhaps he was trying to convey a message," Pagas said, "that Alterac wanted to inform the Alliance that it and its king were still in the game. Or," he laughed, showing his Fang, "Maybe he really is just a careless assassin." Gorefiend said, "Well, but we shouldn't be as careless as he is. We need the book, so we must go to Alterac. Take that dagger, I don't want the Alliance to have the same A clue. This corpse hasn't decomposed yet, let the guards think that when they see these three people tomorrow, they all died at the hands of the same person."

Pagas squatted down in obedience, and pulled out the dagger, "Now we go to Alterac?" "Yes...but not yet. We need to follow the original plan as much as possible. Now we still have to go to Blackstone Mountain first. We need brothers Red and Maim, and the red dragon they control." Pagas nodded and pointed out, "Blackrock Mountain happens to be the place we must pass to go to Alterac." "Exactly." The Gorefiend laughed, "With the red dragon in hand, we can fight back and forth within a few hours, and we can return to the Dark Portal before the estimated time." He nodded and continued Said, "But first of all, we must leave here as soon as possible, just like we came here without leaving a trace." He beckoned everyone to come over.

Shadows enveloped again, and the temperature in the library plummeted.A moment later, another gust of cold wind slid through the door, passed over the cold corpse and the pools of blood around it, left the fortress, and finally disappeared into the night. A day later, Tyrone Gorefiend and his squad arrived at Blackrock Mountain.After contacting Jazz Soulbreaker, Soulbreaker sent Fenris Wolfmate of the Thunderlord Clan, Taga Spinebreaker of the Bonechewer Clan, and several other stronger fighters to assist Blood magic.They followed the instructions to meet the Gorefiend at the foot of Blackstone Mountain.For Gorefiend, this is the largest team he can muster without attracting the attention of the Alliance.Of course, he hoped this was enough to get the attention of the Black Hand brothers.

(Fenris' real name is Fenris Wolfbrother) They climbed Blackrock Mountain openly, so that the orcs who stood guard could clearly see them.The Gorefiend didn't want to give the wrong impression that they were here to provoke or infiltrate.At last they reached the summit, which was full of cracked rocks, from which scorching lava flowed, leaving a fiery red river in a natural groove.Here, beside the top of the mountain, stands a huge stone carved entirely from black stone quarried from the mountain.The corner of the Gorefiend's mouth bent down, revealing a displeased expression.This is where Orgrim Doomhammer once established his stronghold, and where the Horde Chief introduced Gorefiend and other death knights to the assembled tribes.And in the valley at the foot of the mountain below, Doomhammer dueled with Alliance leader Lothar and defeated him, but was later defeated by Lothar's lieutenant Turalyon.Images of failure and victory linger here.However, Gorefiend didn't spend much time reminiscing about the past.He still has to think about the present moment, and think about his next move.

He gestured to his squad and stopped at an entrance.Sure enough, after a while, four strong and tall armed guards came out, eager to fight each other. "We are here to negotiate with the two Blackhand brothers. Tell them that Tyrone Gorefiend has brought them good news and a proposal." He walked forward, took off his hood, and several guards turned pale .One of them whispered something to the other, who bowed and retreated into the darkness after listening.After a while, he reappeared, walking towards the commander.After the commander listened to his words, he turned to the Gorefiends. "Don't act rashly." He warned, leading everyone into the fortress himself.Everyone gradually walked into the center of the mountain range, and the Gorefiend had a panoramic view of what they saw on the road. It was obvious that this fortress had been constantly being used.When some other orcs passed by them, these orcs all stopped and looked at everyone carefully.Although they were deeply surprised to see a death knight in Blackrock Spire, none of them dared to say anything. Finally, the crowd came to a huge room.The Gorefiend remembered that this was the throne that once belonged to Doomhammer, and it was also where his Military Council was located.The figure now seated in the black throne was slightly shorter than Orgrim's, and looked more savage.The man was broad-featured, with a shaggy brown beard.His hair, nose, ears, forehead, armor, and even his sharp sword are decorated with a large number of medals and bones. The Gorefiend stopped outside the attack range of the great sword, and said, "Red." "Bloodfiend," replied Red Blackhand, Deputy Chieftain of the Blackrock Clan.The smile on his face made his ugly face even uglier.He changed his sitting position and put one leg on the armrest of the throne. "Very good, very good, very good, which gust of wind brought you here, dead man?" "Yeah," the voice was so high-pitched.The Gorefiend looked at Maim who was curled up on the ground in front of the throne.Red's brother was half hidden in the shadows. "It's really courageous for you to come all the way to see my brothers." "The Portal of Darkness has been repaired." The Gorefiend began to say, but Red snorted softly. The Blackstone leader replied, "I saw it in a dream. I know it must be a good thing you warlocks did." He frowned deeply and asked, "But so what?" Gorefiend frowned.His conversation with Brother Black Hand didn't go as smoothly as expected. "Now, Ner'zhul leads the Horde. I am here to ask you to return to the Horde, you and the entire Blackrock Clan. We also need the Dragonmaw Clan and the Red Dragon Army they control." Red looked at Maim, and the two brothers laughed at the same time. "After two years without incident, you came back here again and entered my fortress with only a few little soldiers. Even so, you still want me to kneel down happily before that old man Undead shaman? And not only my warriors, but I have to surrender my red dragon to him too?" He laughed again, though his eyes were full of anger. "You [＊＊＊＊] are joking!" The Gorefiend insisted, "You must. We need your strength, and your red dragon, to carry out our plans." "Your plan has nothing to do with me." Reid replied coldly, and stood up.Gorefiend realized that despite his boyish looks, Red Blackhand was still a menacing orc. "That's your problem, not mine. I don't care what shit plans Ner'zhul has now. Where was he when we fought the Alliance? I was here. Where was he when Doomhammer failed? I'm here!" "Me too," Mame agreed. "When the Dark Portal was destroyed and we were trapped here, where was he? When we were fleeing for two years, looking for those orcs who survived, and gradually recovering our fighting power, where was he? Let me tell you: he is sitting comfortably in Draenor, letting us suffer and not caring!" Reid grabbed his great sword and slashed at the throne, severing the handrail made of black stone .Meme jumped up, laughing wildly. "But I was there! I brought these orcs together! I rebuilt the Horde, not on Draenor, but here, in Azeroth, right under the noses of humans! Now, I am the Warchief , I won’t allow that useless old shaman to just take away my position as chief!” The Gorefiend wanted to crush him to pieces, but in the end he suppressed the thought.He gritted his teeth and said, "I beg you, really. I hope you will think again. Without your help, Ner'zhul would..." "Failed." Reid answered bluntly.Meme still looked so happy. "He has never personally experienced the cruelty of war. He doesn't know what tactics are, he doesn't know what combat is, and he doesn't know how to be a leader. The alliance will easily defeat his so-called tribe, and then... …" he smiled, and continued, "I can benefit from this. We will call all the survivors to join us, Maim and I, just as we have been doing since the end of the last war." Meme walked over on tiptoe.Red put his hand on his brother's head as if he were a pet dog. "With the Horde, the real Horde, and with the help of the Red Dragon and my command, we will sweep the entire Azeroth." Red looked at the Gorefiend and laughed, "After that, dead man, you will Serve me." Behind Gorefiend, Taga straightened up and shouted, "You coward! Traitor! Running dog! I'll chop you offal into real offal and sit on your throne! Then your people will obey My order, let them have a place in the tribe once again!" "Oh, is that so?" Red challenged lazily. "Do you want to go up now?" He laughed even harder. Gorefiend turned away, placing a hand on Taga's shoulder. "He has guards around him...and a lot of guards." He warned the chief of the Bonechewer clan softly. "If you go forward and attack him, those people will attack in groups, and we will lose one chief." He shook his head, "Now is not the time." Taga grumbled, but took a step back.Red looked disappointed. "I will ask you one more time—are you joining us?" Gorefiend asked in a low voice. "Oh wait, let me think about it... no," Red finally retorted, grinning smugly.Meme also giggled after hearing this. "Very good." The Gorefiend bowed. "In that case, I have nothing to say." Red laughed, "Go ahead. I can't wait to hear about your failure." The Black Hand brothers laughed again, echoing in the corridor.Gorefiend led his team out of the fortress dejectedly, and returned to the Blackstone Tower. The sun had already set in the west, and the dusk gradually receded, replaced by a veritable darkness.The Gorefiend stared at the orange campfire dancing in front of him.All this is not the same as planned.The Gorefiend fell into deep thought, thinking about his next move.The others were wise enough to keep silent, the only thing being heard was the crackling of the flames and the occasional whispered conversation of others.Suddenly, there was a sound in the darkness.Everyone jumped up, the tension like a bowstring tense. "Humans! Kill them!" shouted the orc sent to watch the night.The death knights stood still while the other orcs roared, glad they had found something to vent their frustration on.The Gorefiend could already see the human.He swaggered towards the camp of the orcs.Taga charged at him, slamming down his club with such force that it could shatter the fragile skull of a human being. But what happened next left everyone dumbfounded.The Gorefiend watched helplessly as the human grabbed Taga's big stick and snatched it effortlessly.Taga stared at him dumbfounded, and a moment later he and the others were ready to strike again. The human shouted, "Stop!" Even Gorefiend doesn't know if he dares to defy what this man says, such is the power of that simple word.Who is this guy?The Gorefiend watched him curiously and concerned as he walked into the range illuminated by the firelight.He had glossy black hair, a strong and tall figure, and his angular yet elegant face, Talon thought, for a human, he could be called very handsome.He was clad in well-tailored clothes, with an intact jewel-studded sword at his side, and his face was contorted slightly with contempt.The man flicked on his sleeve as if trying to wipe something off. "I know that you want to attack me again. But you must know that you have stained my clothes tonight, and I don't want your blood to stay on my clothes." He smiled, showing his white teeth, But that smile looked so threatening. "Look, I'm not what I appear to be." Behind him, his shadow flickered, and then suddenly changed, both in size and shape, becoming terrifying, with the huge wings Shadows enveloped the crowd. The Gorefiend asked, "Who are you?" "I've had many names," his smile grew wider, "and one of them...is Deathwing." Deathwing!The Gorefiend felt dizzy.As strange as it sounds, the Gorefiend doesn't question him.Already he felt bits and pieces of Deathwing's immense power.Gorefiend had heard of this mighty black dragon, perhaps the most powerful creature on Azeroth.During the war, the orcs had seen the black dragon many times.The Gorefiend had wondered why the Dragonmaw clan hadn't gone to capture them, but the unruly red dragons.He thought it was either because it was difficult to target them, or because doing so would draw Deathwing's wrath. Gorefiend tried to say something, but he failed.At that moment, he was so shocked and so terrified.He tried again, "You... what do you want from us?" Deathwing waved his ring-wearing hand briskly, and replied with a hint of contempt, "Calm down, I didn't come here to kill you, or you would have turned into ashes." In an instant, his His eyes glowed, revealing the endless frenzy beneath his human exterior. "On the contrary, I have been watching you all, and I like what I see." He unfolded a handkerchief, put it on a nearby rock, and then sat down by the fire, and motioned for others to do the same. Sit down together.The others sat down obediently. "I admire your strength and cohesion." He smiled at the crowd. "I really hope to see the world that raised you brave and determined people." The Gorefiend eyed the uninvited guest.Is Deathwing asking to go to Draenor?Why? Deathwing turned to meet the Gorefiend's eyes, and nodded as if reading what was going on in his mind.His deep black pupils were hidden under the hood, and the power contained in him was also hidden. At that moment, he looked like a very confident human being. "I know about your meeting with that orc called Red? Blackhand," Deathwing said softly. "Both of them are idiots. But they wouldn't be if they weren't capable. And, I know, you're very To get the red dragons enslaved by the Dragonmaw clan . . . .” The corners of his mouth twitched slightly when he said the word "enslaved," as if the thought pleased him. "To me, they're just lesser beasts, too. I don't know why you'd bother yourself about them." The Gorefiend didn't know how to answer. He said cautiously, "Dragons are powerful creatures." "We are indeed strong. Don't you want allies? If so, then I can provide them to you. My children and grandchildren will help you, and they will be willing, not forced." One of the orcs hesitated, and finally offered Deathwing a mug of ale, obviously trying to please their visitor.The black dragon frowned horribly, staring at the orc. "Take that broken thing away!" The orc was frightened and backed away.Deathwing calmed himself down, turned to Gorefiend, and looked at the death knight with his inner frenzied eyes, "Where did I just say that? Ah, yes, I will let my children and grandchildren help you. As In return, I request a safe passage through the Dark Portal, and I need your help in transporting some goods there." Taga yelled, "You want to go to Draenor? Why?" The smile on Deathwing's face made Chief Bonechewer swallow the words that came to his lips. "I have my own plan, orc." The black dragon in human form said quietly, his voice was barely audible. "But don't worry, I won't affect your plans." The Gorefiend considered the offer.He needs dragons to make their plans work, no matter what color they are.If he makes an agreement with the black dragon, he doesn't need to deal with Red again. Of course, if there is a chance, he will let that self-righteous chief have a taste of him.He didn't know what Deathwing was doing this for, but as long as he wouldn't interfere with the orcs' plans, he didn't see any harm in accepting the black dragon's pact. "Very well, Deathwing," he said finally. "Lord Deathwing." The black dragon smiled, but he didn't mean to be joking at all. From the tone of his voice, the Gorefiend could tell that the black dragon also had limitations. "We should pay attention to etiquette, shouldn't we?" Gorefiend lowered his head, "Of course, Lord Deathwing, I agree. We will give your... people and goods a safe passage. But first, I need to go north to complete a mission. I need to get some of the things we need items." "Very good." Deathwing agreed, standing up gracefully. "I will get in touch with my descendants and inform them of this contract. When I return, I will help you complete the mission." He patted the dust off his hands, even though he hadn't touched anything.The black dragon walked into the shadows without saying a word. After a while, after the Gorefiend was sure that the black dragon had left and would not burst out of the darkness again, he said, "Okay. Now everyone tidy up, we need to act, time is running out." Others moved quickly up.All of them seem to want to focus more on revenue than the weirdo who just came to ally with them. The Gorefiend only hoped that Deathwing was really their ally - if not, there was nothing they could do. Two figures, a man and a woman, were not far from the orc camp, waiting for Deathwing's arrival.They turned around as the black dragon approached.The man was tall and tall, with a black beard and a neat mustache.The woman was petite, with fair complexion and long hair that was very soft.Both have glossy black hair and features resembling Deathwing in human form. "Father, what's the news?" the woman asked, her voice was as soft as slipping silk. "They agreed, exactly as I expected, Onyxia," Deathwing replied.He stroked her daughter's cheek while Onyxia rested her face in her father's hand, smiling at him. "Soon, we'll have two worlds at our disposal, not just one Azeroth." He kissed her fair forehead, then turned to her brother. "During the time I'm away, I have another task for you." The man replied, "Go ahead, Father. I'll get it done." Deathwing laughed, "There are still some orcs left in Blackrock Spire. They have cut ties with their kind and refused to join the Horde again. Now is the time to deal with them." He patted his son on the shoulder, more Smiling frantically, "When I come back, Nefarian, I want this Rend? Blackhand. You two will control this mountain and the orcs that live in it. They will be our servants." Nefarian grinned, looking to mirror his father's expression, and assured him, "That's easy. We'll take care of those orcs and this fortress, and wait for your return." Deathwing looked at his children, then nodded, "Excellent. Now I must go back to our new allies and help them with their trivial tasks so they can be of more use to me sooner. " Their father returned the same way.Onyxia smiled savagely, showing her teeth, "Okay, brother, shall we go and see our new home and new slaves?" "Of course, sister." Nefarian replied with a smile. "I think we can get some exercise." He raised his right hand, and Onyxia wrapped her delicate, white hands around his bicep before the two disappeared into the shadows. among. A moment later, the huge dragon wings began to flap, blending into the sound of the evening breeze.