Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 578 131. The End of the Decaying Empire

Farad wasn't dead yet.

The flesh and blood on his body was scorched by shadow magic power, his left eye was shot through, and his skull burst. The master assassin was an elite strengthened by the extremely pure black dragon blood.

He has tenacious vitality comparable to a dragon.

Even the terrifying fatal injury right now couldn't take his life away immediately, making him twitch with difficulty like a fish thrown into the sun, as if suffocated.

This cannot be counted as luck.

Not being able to die cleanly means surviving to suffer more physical pain, as well as the "spiritual pollution" from the smelly pirates.

"You won, congratulations."

Lying in a pool of blood on the shattered ground, Farad, who smelled of scorching all over his body, had a broken arrow shaft stuck in his left eye, and stared blankly at the sky with his right eye.

After the shadow curtain collapsed, the light of the sky shone down along the torn gap of the curtain.

Some dazzling.

But with the scattered corpses on the ruins, and those SI:7 elites and uncrowned assassins helping each other to leave the battlefield, it showed a wordless tragedy.

Even John J. Keeshan, a former tough guy and now a SI7 agent, sits on the corpse of a dwarf assassin in his red hood.

In the battle just now, he lost an old friend.

There is a sad bloody atmosphere here, and even the winner doesn't have much smile on his face.

The pirates looked at the ending battlefield in front of them. Shaw was looking for the loot on the corpse of Master Carl Lu. With a wave of Laike, the spirit string bow was thrown to Nathanos.

This is temporarily loaned to him.

This hapless guy also helps Lilas Windrunner hunt down the sinew of an adult black dragon, as a gift for him to win the "appreciation" of Windrunner's mother.

But fortunately, the black dragons near Lordaeron are being driven by the blue dragons to run around. Many black dragons are destined to perish today. Relying on the face of the little star, Maris, who participated in the battle, received a message from the victorious blue dragons. It is not a big problem to ask for a black dragon tendon.

"I don't want to talk to you about Duke Chorach anymore, let's talk about you."

The pirate stepped forward and sat down beside Farad who was lying in a miserable pool of blood.

Reaching out his hand, he took out a green healing stone and stuffed it into Farad's mouth, so that the dying man could at least complete the current conversation.

He asked:

"I'm curious, are you loyal to Ravenholdt, or are you loyal to yourself? Are you dedicated to a certain belief? Or is it simply to complete a certain task?"

"Do you ask so many questions before you kill everyone?"

The weak Master Farad, who had only one breath left, coughed up blood with difficulty, and asked again:

"Or should I ask everything about me so that I can make an epitaph that fits my identity?"

"It's okay if you want.

Pay me a deposit in advance, and I will definitely choose the best cemetery for you that suits your status. But I just asked this to see if I could recruit you, and I suddenly found you very interesting.

I thought I was a black dragon running dog with little nutrition, but now I realized that I was mistaken. An assassin who can say the word 'glory', has a firm goal and ruthless means is not hopeless.

Compared with the other two trash masters who died at my hands, you are as perfect as an angel.

So, I would ask, how much does it cost to hire you to be a hero? What are your funeral expenses? How much does it take to buy your loyalty?

If we can negotiate a price, after kissing my ring, you can join my faction, and you will become a very qualified No. 2 Mentor of the Uncrowned.

I have so much to juggle right now that I can't manage my faction. I urgently need a deputy who is as strong in execution as you and can take care of grand strategy. "

"You want to recruit me? Even in the current situation? As long as someone can tell, I'm dying."

Farad laughed a few times in a strange manner, and said:

"I don't think we're aligned on our goals."

"It's just a fatal injury. I have a lot of ways to treat you. If it's not possible, just change your body. We, the warlocks of the Nazaras Academy, are professional in this regard.

As for the different goals, this is not a big problem.

The Uncrowned is a very inclusive organization. "

The pirate took out the dwarven pipe, put it in his mouth, lit the tobacco with the shard of Azzinoth, and said solemnly:

"No matter what your goal and creed were before joining, after joining, you must follow the will and creed of the Uncrowned, your past is not important.

What matters is your future. "

He exhaled a puff of smoke ring, took out another blank perfect soul stone, and tossed it up and down in his hand. The Eye of Keir Rogge on his shoulder twirled to look at the seriously injured Master Assassin at his feet.

Say:

"I also know it's wrong to pry into other people's secrets, but I really want to know your inner voice.

So, please, tell me that you are willing to give me the rest of your life, so that you can live, and I can also gain a good subordinate.

Or you can just say 'no' to me.

That will be your last words, and I will say it to everyone who will listen.

For my sake, be a pirate.

With just a little time to learn, you'll be famous across the Raven Sea.

I promise. "

"cough cough"

Facing Bo Laike's solicitation, Farad coughed a few times with difficulty, and the corner of his mouth oozes blood, as if the wound was pulled, which made him even weaker when speaking.

"Don't make me laugh. The wound, it hurts."

He whispered something, his right eye slowly closed, like a person about to fall asleep, he said:

"Strength is only one aspect, an insignificant aspect."

Farad, who was about to die, didn't seem to care about Laike's madness. He said in a hoarse voice:

"My loyalty to the Duke does not come simply from organizational dogma. He personally trained me back then. I have always been his most proud disciple. I learn from him and I believe in his ideas.

Only brutal chaos can breed true power.

The current Ravenholdt is already an overgrown tree with mixed fish and dragons. It needs to trim off those rotten branches to allow the trunk of the tree to grow better.

I have been part of this organization since I was a child.

Ravenholdt's cause is not just the Duke's cause, but also a cause I am willing to fight for. This is not a constraint imposed on me by anyone, but a kind of recognition from the bottom of my heart.

Therefore, I refuse.

I made what I thought was the right judgment based on the situation, I chose my 'friends' carefully, I fulfilled my mission, and tried my best to complete it.

I made a choice and I have to live with the consequences.

Although because of you, there is an 'accident' now, and the black dragons will suffer heavy losses, but I still don't see the possibility of Anduin Lothar winning.

You don't know who you're dealing with."

"Of course I do, and I'm sure there's no one in the world who knows it better than I do."

Bo Laike shook his head, and did not intend to continue discussing the issue of Deathwing with Farad. He said to Farad in a regretful tone:

"Your vision for choosing 'friends' is really bad, and your pursuit of power is quite blind. Greed that lacks self-control, indiscriminate worship of authority, and blind and stupid loyalty, this may be your biggest shortcoming.

I suddenly discovered that you are not so perfect.

You can even be said to be full of flaws, well, it makes it easier for me to make the decision to kill you. "

"Are you going to do it?"

Farad coughed a few times in the end, and his breathing became short of breath, but it was not because of fear, perhaps a kind of anger from the bottom of his heart, forcing him to question at the last moment:

"B Laike Shaw, no! Drake Proudmoore, we know who you are.

When Dailin foolishly used Ravenholdt's resources to investigate your life, the Duke and I already guessed your connection with that family.

You hide everything well, you erase your past.

We don't have any proof.

But I know, you are the dead prince.

You are also an abandoned spirit who cannot go back to the past and can only linger in the shadows.

When you needed it most, we gave you a place to stay, we accepted you, and we want you to call it home, just like us.

Why do you have to destroy it?"

The question made the pirate hesitate.

He looked around, took off the pipe from the corner of his mouth, and put his hand on Farad's heaving chest. He approached the dying man who was short of breath, and said softly:

"When an 'Assassin' organization is so high-profile that even the children of Gold Town know about you, then your existence is meaningless. In our line of work, it's better to keep a low profile.

Low profile means stealth, and stealth means deterrence.

Fame is not what I pursue, and I don't need others to respect me, let alone being promoted to the altar of an assassin. I have no interest in ruling a decaying shadow and crime empire.

What I want is very simple.

I just need their fear.

In the fear of not even discussing assassin's secrets out loud every night, I'm just bringing back the lost glory you dumped on the trash heap bit by bit.

In your words, what Ravenholdt needs is not pruning and pruning, you need a fire, a fire that burns the old empire and turns the decayed things of the past into ruins.

Burn away all the burden and glory and start over.

Don't worry, man, I'm going to do what you can't do, I'm already pushing it, now is the most important step, take out you old stubborn remnants one by one.

You are the third.

Jorazzi Ravenholdt is next.

Your bones will pave a road of flesh and blood leading to the Assassin's Temple, and the Uncrowned will eventually step on your heads to rise. "

"You are indeed a miraculous man, able to play with the dragon and us with applause, the Duke's praise for you is not groundless, you are much stronger than me and all the current master assassins.

You are the true Lord of Shadows. "

Farad laughed, and before he died, he said with emotion:

"Ahem, who would have imagined that more than half a year ago, you were still a poor rookie under my command."

"Well, don't forget, I killed a legendary orc on my first mission."

Bu Laike pressed Farad's heaving chest with his left hand, and pulled out the Azzinoth fragment with his right hand, and pressed it against the heart of the master assassin. He said:

"Besides, it's not just dragons that I play with.

If you go to Dalaran later, you will know that sending the black dragons with big ambitions and talents but high-sighted eyes to a desperate situation is just the first of many major things I will do today.

Breaking Ravenholdt's spine was only the second thing.

I have many, many things to do today.

I will let the entire northern border, the entire eastern continent, and even the entire world remember what I did today. They will know my name, they will hear about my deeds.

They will insult and fear me.

They will be terrified and run away from me.

It's a pity that you are destined not to see the wonderful performances that follow.

Have you eaten before coming here? Once you've eaten, you're ready to hit the road. "

"Let's do it."

Farrard said:

"On my epitaph, please write 'This is what happens to a failed assassin'."

"That's good! If it wasn't for me being far away from death, I'd like to keep it to myself."

Bu Laike picked his chin and gave a compliment in agreement.

The flaming dagger turned downwards, and the wrist rotated a circle, a bloody beating heart fell into the palm of the hand, the scorching heat of both arms was surging, and the pirate threw it on his warlock professional experience slot without even looking at it.

Finally, the second profession reached the full level.

But the pirate was not as excited as when the pirate profession was at full level. He poured shadow magic power into the heart in his hand, drained the blood, and threw it into the magic suitcase.

Such a heart strengthened by the blood of the black dragon might be able to be made into a good magic accessory.

"He dedicated everything to his career, gained the eternal peace of being an assassin after a fierce battle, his power was passed on to me through his death, and turned into firewood to burn, illuminating the way forward in the dark.

He's got everything he wants.

If the Assassins had a Shadowland, he would have a place in it. "

The pirate pulled out the legendary long sword at his waist, turned around, and looked behind him. There was a faint wind blowing the blood-stained dust in the ruins in the place that was originally empty.

"Then, uninvited guest, why did you appear in front of me? What service can I do for you?"

"You're carrying something that doesn't belong to you, Bu Laike Shaw."

The low human language with a hint of accent sounded in front of the pirate with the appearance of the hidden man.

It was an orc with his upper body naked, wearing leather armor like a battle group, with a huge blood-red elemental rosary on his neck, and an old orc with a worn-out Burning Blade banner on his back.

He tied his white hair into a ponytail and tied it behind his head, with a white beard and slender eyebrows raised like sharp swords.

The orc was holding a heavy elemental saber that was very similar to Sankesu, the blade of flames, and two slender one-handed knives stuck in his waist. At this moment, he was staring at the pirate in front of him with his sharp eagle-like eyes.

He said:

"Hand over the blade of the Juggernaut, I crossed two worlds, and that's why I came here!"

"Samuro"

Bu Laike squinted his eyes under his helmet. He stretched his neck and said with a bit of surprise:

"Ha, I knew that grabbing things casually would bring me trouble sooner or later, but I didn't expect that this knife could actually attract a 'hidden figure' like you.

What a surprise!

The last time I fought with Old Dahl, he was on the verge of death, and I was too weak to fully understand the subtlety of the way of the sword master. I have heard that you are the most talented supreme sword master of the Burning Blade clan.

Come and try it out today. "

The pirate took out the flaming blade Sanksu, carried it on his shoulder, put the legendary long sword back into his waist, raised his hand and hooked his fingers at Samuro.

Say:

"You want my knife? OK!"

"Catch up with me first."

(end of this chapter)