"What on earth did you do in the Arak Peaks? Why has this unpleasant smile been on your face since you came back?"

Two days later, in a camp near the coast in Shadowmoon Valley, Maiev, who was polishing her weapons, glanced at the stinky pirate who was sitting not far away from her, smiling with an amused smile.

She said in a bad tone:

"Get out of here if you show that annoying smile again. It makes me feel uncomfortable all over, as if something dirty has happened to you."

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

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

"Have you recovered and are you ready to fight? Don't be brave, my Lord Warden, I don't want to perform another trick of saving your life among the demons.

That life was too tiring.

And the remuneration is really mediocre to be honest.”

"Um?"

These disgusting words made Maiev raise her eyebrows. She lifted the polished thorn blade wheel in her hand and looked at her face reflected on the snow-white blade.

she says:

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

"Compared with my head, I think I should be more careful about other places."

Blake told an obscene pirate joke, and with a sudden sound, the cold sharp knife passed through his neck, and it was natural that he was completely cut open.

This action represented the warden's displeasure, and also caused the pirate to temporarily shut up.

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

A few minutes later, the pirate king of Draenor, Maimu, suddenly appeared and saved Black, who was embarrassed and targeted by Maiev with murderous intent. The stinky pirate laughed and stood up to greet him.

The captain's enthusiastic attitude made Mai Mu, who came to announce the good news, a little stunned.

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

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

"This set of clan armor with such a primitive style should be the hunting armor of the Mag'har orcs, right? They gave this to you. It seems that you are already a distinguished guest of Galadar."

"It's not just me, captain, every orc captain on our ship has a way of doing it."

Maimu was also very happy to caress the clan armor on his body, which was made of leather, bones and polished metals, especially the orc war helmet decorated with the horns of a clefthoof cow that he held in his arms.

Although the protective power of this set of armor is not as powerful as the plate armor made by the Dark Iron Dwarves, it is lighter with elemental magic added to it and can give the wearer elemental blessings in battle.

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

But it lies in its symbolic meaning.

This is the last pure-blooded orc clan that has been carefully preserved, and it is the most orthodox "proof of glory" of the orc civilization.

When Maim got it, it meant that the Mag'har orcs had finally joined the orthodox tribe established and commanded by War Chief Red Blackhand. The addition of this clan increased Chief Red's legitimacy to 10,000 in an instant!

Now, Red can finally proudly claim that he is the common warchief of all orcs, and no one dares to stand up and refute him.

"Let's go and see our new cannon fodder, no, new crew members!"

Blake patted the clan armor on Maimu's body and thought it was pretty good. He was thinking about whether he should get a set for himself and collect it?

He held his pipe in his mouth and waved his hand, then chatted and laughed with Maimu and headed to the small dock on the coastline, where he was preparing to review his new fleet.

As soon as Blake left, Maiev's camp immediately welcomed a "new guest".

"Ahem"

Wearing "new clothes", Xal'atath walked into the camp barefoot with arrogant and elegant steps. Her arrival immediately made Maiev, who had just put on the Warden armor, turn around and raise her weapon.

As a result, she saw the other party's appearance and body clearly, and the warden lady was also stunned on the spot for a moment.

"Aishara?

Maiev exclaimed.

Not only did the woman in front of her have the same body shape and appearance as the "Light of Light" in her memory, she even performed the elf queen's unique supreme arrogance extremely superbly.

As a Warden, Maiev knew that it was not difficult to simulate Azshara's peerless appearance and body.

With the blessing of magic, any spellcaster who is good at illusions can do this. But the most difficult thing about imitating the Elf Queen is not her appearance.

But it’s about momentum!

Azshara's arrogance is different from other people's arrogance.

The arrogance of others is acquired, but the arrogance of the Light of Light is more like the aura of a destined superior, a being who is born to rule. That is the essence that cannot be imitated at all.

To give a less appropriate example, in a distant pirate world, there is an innate "overlord" power that cannot be mastered through acquired training...

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

But now, the arrogance and arrogance exuding from Xal'atath, who is arrogant to all things, is not exactly the same as the aura of Azshara in Maiev's memory that makes people uncomfortable, but makes people unable to help but surrender.

It can only be said to be a perfect reproduction.

"You! How did you get it?"

Maiev quickly recognized Xal'atath.

But she was still wondering why Xal'atath had changed so much, until she noticed the small Void Flame Phoenix surrounding the shoulders of the proud Dark Essence in front of her, and she immediately understood.

"Ah, I understand. It turns out you did this in the Arak Peaks. Poor Ansu was sold by you and you even helped you count the money."

Maiev sneered and looked up and down at Xal'atath, who was holding her arms in front of her and making a very "green tea" pose. She said in an indifferent tone unique to the Warden of the Watchers:

"What a despicable pirate and equally despicable dark essence, using such evil tricks to seek pleasure, pathetic! What do you want to do here?

Provocative?"

"It's not a provocation, it's a declaration of war! Maiev's Shadow Song!"

Xal'atath raised his eyebrows, smiled arrogantly, and said proudly:

"Your recent intimacy with my little master has made me intolerable. Your greediness makes me even more disgusted. You think you have a bond with Blake that no one else can achieve, so you act recklessly.

But I will use practical actions to prove that the relationship between you and him is not a big deal, and I will use irrefutable facts to crush your fragile self-esteem.

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

Do you dare to challenge? Maiev."

"You are so boring, Xal'atath.

I don’t know what happened to you to make you, the dark essence who once hid in the shadow of history and tried to pollute the world and destroy it, become a woman who is dependent on a man, and you are so proud of it. Maiev shook her head,

He turned around and continued to organize his weapons.

She said without looking back:

"But I have indeed felt sad for you, my sister. Although you have the same appearance and momentum as Azshara, I have not seen a powerful woman starting a war.

All I saw was a voluntarily put on a leash barking at me."

"Whatever you say."

Xal'atath would not get angry because of such a little ridicule.

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

"My dog ​​chain may be around my neck, but your collar is in my heart. Do you want me to retell your ugly behavior that night? While indulged in indulgence, I confessed and prayed to the moon god...

Peipei, do all men like pure-looking women like you? I really can’t compare to you in this aspect.

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

Maiev.

Did you feel it?

There will always be a place in Blake's heart that belongs to me, and another that belongs to Sephiel, and only a little bit belongs to you."

She made a "little" gesture, which might cost Xal'atath a market in a certain country, 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 whispered:

"I will let him indulge, because I know that at some point in the future or in the past, his heart will completely belong to me. I will not start this boring war with you, Xal'atath.

After all, there is nothing challenging about fighting a winning war.

Go ahead and go back to him.

Dedicate your evil and darkness to him, that is what I cannot do but you can do, be careful to grasp your advantages, my sister."

"you!"

Seeing Maiev being so arrogant, Xal'atath undoubtedly felt provoked, 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 Xal'atath's provocation failed, Maiev shook her head and realized that Black was surrounded by a group of mentally ill children.
To be continued...