魔兽争霸官方小说:仇恨之轮-Cycle of Hatred(英文版)-第20部分

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the　farmers　in　the　Razor　Hill　region。　Though　he　could　not　remember　the　human　s　name；　Muzzlecrank　knew　his　ship
was　a　fishing　trawler　called　the　Passion　s　Reward　for　some　odd　reason。　Muzzlecrank　had　never　understood　human
naming　conventions。　Klatt　had　named　the　Raknor　after　his　brother；　who　died　fighting　the　Burning　Legion；　but　he　
hadn　t　the　first　clue　what　the　name　Passion　s　Reward　had　to　do　with　anything；　least　of　all　fishing。　

The　exchange　was　a　mon　one。　Farming　was　difficult　in　the　Dustwallow　Marshes　where　humans　had　settled　on
Kalimdor；　but　there　was　plenty　of　fishing。　Razor　Hill；　meanwhile；　was　too　far　inland　for　fishing　to　be　practical　so
humans　often　traded　their　surplus　catches　for　the　orcs　　surplus　crops。　

I　will　not　trade　you　my　finest　salmon　for　this　refuse！　　

Muzzlecrank　sighed。　Obviously　today　trade　was　not　going　to　go　well。　

Klatt　stomped　his　foot。　Refuse？　You　lyin　　little　twerp　these　are　our　best　crops！　　

A　sad　mentary　on　your　farming；　　the　human　said　dryly。　That　fruit　looks　as　though　it　was　stepped　on　by　an
ogre　smells　like　it；　too。　　

I　ain　t　gonna　stand　here　and　be　insulted　by　a　human！　　

The　human　drew　himself　up　to　full　height；　which　made　him　e　up　to　the　orc　s　shoulders。　You　re　not　the　one　
being　insulted　here。　I　ve　brought　you　my　finest　catch；　and　you　offer　me　the　bottom　of　the　barrel　in　exchange。　　

Your　salmon　ain　t　fit　for　mulch！　　

Too　late；　Muzzlecrank　noticed　that　the　human　was　armed　with　what　looked　like　a　longsword　while　Klatt　was
weaponless。　Assuming　the　human　was　skilled　in　the　blade　s　use；　it　negated　whatever　advantage　Klatt　s　size　gave　
him　in　a　fight。　

And　your　fruit　isn　t　fit　for　dogs！　　

Coward！　　

Muzzlecrank　winced　at　Klatt　s　words。　Coward　　was　the　biggest　insult　any　orc　could　deliver。　

Filthy　greenskin！　I　ve　half　a　mind　to
　
Whatever　the　human　had　half　a　mind　to　do　was　lost　as　Klatt　charged　him。　The　human　was　unable　to　unsheathe　his
longsword　in　time；　and　the　two　of　them　rolled　across　the　dock；　Klatt　pummeling　the　human。　

Wondering　how；　precisely；　he　was　supposed　to　break　this　up；　he　was　relieved　of　immediate　action　by　the　human　s
escort。　Three　guards　wearing　the　plate　armor　that　signified　they　were　part　of　Lady　Proudmoore　s　forces　leapt　out　of
the　Passion　s　Reward　and　pried　Klatt　off　the　captain。　

However；　Klatt　would　not　be　dissuaded　by　a　mere　three　humans。　He　punched　one　in　the　stomach；　grabbed　the
second；　and　threw　him　into　the　third。　

Now　the　orcs　were　starting　to　move　off　the　Raknor　to　join　in　the　fray。　Muzzlecrank　realized　he　had　to　do　something　
before　this　got　out　of　hand。　

Hefting　his　gun　and　hoping　with　all　his　heart　and　soul　that　he　wouldn　t　be　called　upon　to　use　it；　he　bellowed；
All　right；　that　s　it！　Cut　it　out；　and　I　mean　now；　or　all　a　ya　are　in　deep；　unnerstan　？　　

Klatt；　who　was　about　to　jump　on　the　human　captain；　stopped　in　his　tracks。　His　target；　blood　gushing　from　his　nose
and　mouth；　cried；　He　attacked　me！　　The　human　s　voice　had　an　odd　twang　to　it　that　was　probably　the　result　of
damage　to　his　nose。　

Yeah；　well；　you　deserved　it；　goin　　back　on　your　word　like　that；　　Klatt　said　with　a　sneer。　

That　s　no　reason　to　kill　a　man！　　

I　said；　cut　it　out！　　Muzzlecrank　spoke　before　Klatt　could　respond。　Both　a　ya　are　under　arrest。　You　either　e
peaceablelike　or　in　pieces；　makes　me　no　never　mind。　　He　looked　at　both　the　orc　warriors　and　the　human　soldiers。
This　here　s　goblin　country；　an　　that　means　I　give　the　orders　here；　got　it？　So　that　gives　ya　two　choices　help　me　put
these　two　in　the　hoosegow　till　an　arbiter　can　take　the　case；　or　get　your　keisters　outta　Ratchet。　Your　choice。　　

Technically；　Muzzlecrank　s　words　were　true。　He　had　deliberately　deepened　his　voice　in　the　hope　that　it　would　give
his　words　an　air　of　authority。　But　he　also　knew　that　he　had　no　way　of　stopping　any　of　these　people　if　they　decided
to　ignore　him　and　continue　fighting。　If　he　shot　the　gun；　he　d　just　get　one　of　the　tether　posts　covered　in　a　　or
something。　

To　his　relief；　one　of　the　humans　said；　We　will　do　as　you　wish。　　

Apparently；　the　orcs　weren　t　about　to　be　seen　to　be　violating　the　goblins　　sovereignty　on　Ratchet　when　the　humans
were；　and　so　one　of　the　orcs　quickly　said；　So　will　we。　　

As　he　led　Klatt　and　the　bleeding　human　back　to　the　mainland；　Muzzlecrank　tried　to　get　his　breathing　under　control
before　he　hyperventilated。　He　wasn　t　meant　for　this　kind　of　stress。　He　wondered　what　other　job　he　d　be　good　at。
Being　a　bruiser　had　definitely　lost　its　appeal。　



Major　Davin　was　so　angry；　he　started　pulling　at　his　beard；　and　had　to　consciously　force　himself　to　stop。　The　last
time　he　got　that　angry；　he　ripped　tufts　out；　which　not　only　was　painful；　but　violated　the　dress　code。　

The　focus　of　his　ire　was　the　substance　of　Corporal　Rych　s　report；　given　after　his　hasty　return　to　Northwatch　from
Ratchet。　They　actually　arrested　Captain　Joq？　　

Well；　to　be　fair；　sir；　　Rych　said；　they　done　arrested　that　orc；　there；　too；　sir。　Soon　as　the　argument　het　up；　one　of　
the　goblin　s　bruisers　done　stepped　in。　　

And　you　let　them　arrest　Joq？　　
　
Rych　blinked。　I　didn　t　have　no　choice；　sir。　Goblins　ve　got　jurisdiction　in　Ratchet。　We　ain　t　got　no

Davin　shook　his　head。　No　authority；　I　know；　I　know。　　He　got　up　from　his　chair　and　started　pacing　the　office；
walking　toward　the　door　at　first。　It　s　ridiculous。　We　shouldn　t　be　subject　to　this　kind　of　idiocy。　　

Sir；　I　don　t　see　what　they　ll　be

The　orcs　have　a　nerve；　trying　to　cheat　us　like　that。　　He　turned　and　paced　toward　the　window。　

Nodding　his　head　quickly；　Rych　said；　That　s　certainly　true；　sir。　The　fruits　they　done　offered　us；　why；　they　was　just
vile；　sir。　An　insult；　it　was。　And　then　the　orc；　he　done　attacked　the　cap　n。　For　no　reason；　neither。　　

The　major　stopped　pacing　when　he　reached　the　window。　He　stared　out　at　the　view　of　the　Great　Sea。　Small　waves
lapped　gently　against　the　sandy　beach。　It　painted　a　peaceful　picture；　one　that　Davin　knew　was　deceptive。　This　is
out　of　control。　If　the　orcs　keep　on　like　this；　it　s　only　a　matter　of　time　before　we　are　at　war　once　again。　　

I　don　t　think　that　ll　be　happenin　；　sir。　　Rych　sounded　skeptical；　but　Davin　knew　better。　

Oh；　it　will；　Corporal；　of　that　you　can　be　absolutely　sure。　And　with　the　tauren　and　the　trolls　on　their　side；　they　will　
overwhelm　us　unless　we　are　prepared。　　He　turned　to　the　door。　Private！　　

Private　Oreil　came　in。　As　always　when　he　saw　his　aide；　Davin　sighed。　No　matter　how　many　times　the　young　private
was　fitted；　his　armor　was　always　too　big　on　him。　Yes；　sir？　　

Send　a　message　to　Theramore　right　away。　We　need　reinforcements　as　soon　as　possible。　　

Yes；　sir；　right　away；　sir。　　Oreil　saluted　and　left　the　watch　office　to　go　find　the　scrying　stone　that　Lady　Proudmoore　
had　provided　to　facilitate　munication　between　Northwatch　and　Theramore。　Detailed　conversations　couldn　t　be　
held　through　it；　but　messages　could　be　sent。　

Rych　scratched　his　cheek　thoughtfully。　Uh；　sir；　with　all　due　respect；　and　all　is　this　bein　　such　a　good　idea；　sir？　　

Very　much　so。　　Davin　sat　back　down　at　his　desk；　no　longer　feeling　the　need　to　rip　out　his　beard　hairs　now　that　he　
was　taking　action。　I　m　not　letting　those　greenskinned　bastards　catch　us　off　guard。　　

Twelve　

A　egwynn　really　wished　the　annoying　young　woman　would　just　go　away。　

That　wasn　t　going　to　happen；　of　course。　Aegwynn　was　too　much　of　a　realist　to　think　otherwise。　But　it　didn　t　stop
her　from　wishing　it　with　all　her　heart。　She　had　been　alone　for　two　decades　and　had　e　to　appreciate　being　by　
herself。　Indeed；　she　d　been　happier　these　past　twenty　years　than　the　hundreds　of　years　prior　to　her　exile　to
Kalimdor。　

She　had　truly　hoped　that　these　highlands；　surrounded　as　they　were　by　impassable　mountains；　were　remote　enough；
and　that　the　wards　were　lowlevel　enough；　that　no　one　would　find　her。　In　retrospect；　that　was　a　forlorn　hope。　

I　can　t　believe　you　re　still　alive。　　

This　Proudmoore　woman　sounded　like　a　teenager。　Aegwynn　knew　it　wasn　t　her　standard　mode　only　because　she　
had　modulated　into　it　upon　learning　who　Aegwynn　was。　

Proudmoore　went　on：　　You　ve　always　been　one　of　my　heroes。　When　I　was　an　apprentice；　I　studied　the　records　of　
your　deeds　you　wer