Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blake didn't sleep well that night.

His dark wisdom rarely went wrong, which made him feel like a failure. Of course, the more important reason was that he was thinking about a very strange problem.

If what Anaris and Lilas said is true, and Lilith Yuejun fell in love with the little milk dog Lilas at first sight, then it means that Lilith is probably a shameful beauty party!

But more than a year before Lilith Yuejun met Lilas, she had met her own.

If he accepts the theory of true love, doesn't it mean that in the eyes of Lilith Yuejun, he is not as handsome as Lilas Windrunner?

How can this be?

I am a cool guy who was recruited by the good-looking lady Elune as a reserve member of the Luna Goddess!

He is a cool pirate who is full of masculinity and takes a decadent and dark route!

He even conquered the arrogant warden Maiev, let an emotionless essence of the void fall for him, and let his first auxiliary dragon, who was already a spirit body, take the initiative to offer his love.

Even his idiot sister can't resist his wild charm.

How could it be that he couldn't even compare to Lilas?

You are wrong to say that the aesthetics of elves are different from humans. Fenna is an elf, and she is a Quel'dorei elf who is famous for her harsh aesthetics among elves.

This is definitely not your own problem!

This is definitely Lilith Yuejun's problem.

Maybe Miss Yuejun likes the submissive little puppy type?

Well, that makes sense.

This is just like how normal men like mature big sisters, and abnormal men are interested in green and legal lolita, but there are always some reformed guys who should be humanely destroyed who like to have sex with tentacle girls.

XP is always free.

Um.

Thinking about this makes me feel much better.

Blake, who was tossing and turning in the captain's cabin, felt that he could finally put this problem aside and sleep peacefully.

He yawned, stretched out comfortably, and turned over. Then, a ray of sunlight shone right on his face from the window, making all Blake's sleepiness disappear in an instant.

Dry!

I actually thought about this problem all night after finishing the test paper and learning magic.

I have fallen.

This dark history must not be known to others.

Blake sat up from the bed with a dull expression.

He thought that once others knew that he had been thinking about such boring things for so long, he would no longer be a cool guy and would have to be a flip flop.

That future is simply too scary.

"Ha ha ha ha"

In his ears, Xal'atath let out a burst of laughter, rolling with his belly in his arms. The Void Essence could feel the emotions and thoughts of the stinky pirate. The problem that Blake had been thinking about all night could not be hidden from her.

She really didn't expect that the stinky pirate who always played with the world ruthlessly would have such a childish side.

She laughed and said:

"My little master, you look so cute when you think about this problem. I never get tired of watching your happy frown turn into a disappointed smile.

Actually, this problem is easily solved.

Although in my heart, the little master is the only shining light in this sad world, other people probably don’t see it that way. They lack the eyes to discover beauty.

So we just poke their eyes out.

If this is too much trouble, we can choose a simpler way and kill those guys who others think are more handsome than you, little master, such as Lilas Windrunner!

Slash their faces!

In this way, you will be the most handsome pirate baby egg on the endless sea. "

"no."

Black jumped out of bed, stretched his shoulders in the sunshine outside the window, and said to Xal'atath:

"That would be too troublesome. I don't rely on my looks to make a living, so why bother comparing myself to others? What I have to think about is more serious issues.

World order, world peace, do you understand? "

“What are these questions worth thinking about?”

Xal'atath retorted:

"My little master, if you really want world peace, it couldn't be easier. If you lock yourself in a cage, the chaos in this world will be reduced by one-third in an instant.

If you choose to commit suicide, Azeroth will immediately enter a kind and beautiful era.

But that world would be too boring.

So, my little master, who are we going to fool today? "

"Hard to say."

The pirate took out a bottle of wine, opened the lid and rinsed his mouth.

He glanced at the desolate place in the distance outside the window and said:

"Today I'll go take a look at Kane's tribe. Didn't I receive a commission from him to help him deal with the 'dissidents' in his tribe?

Although he couldn't give me anything good as a reward.

But considering that I really lack talents who are both high-end shamans and scumbag villains, let’s first take a look at the role of the old war woman who gives Kane such a headache. "

Blake snapped his fingers and said in a pleasant tone in the shadow of the golden sunlight:

"As long as she is half as difficult and crazy as Kane described, I think she is qualified to become a member of the Undead Fleet. After all, we are an evil force in other people's mouths.

There has to be some sort of arrangement, and you can’t have all the random people asking for it.”

Before the pirate could finish his words, he saw the little murloc leading a group of joyful murloc pirates rushing past the deck of the Nagfar happily and foolishly in the early morning, cheering noisily. Jump into the sea for early exercise.

I don't know when this funny scene started, and it has become a "repertoire" on the Nagfar.

"Snapped"

Blake desperately reached out and patted his eyes. He said in a tone of despair:

"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it."

Ten minutes later, the stinky pirate had eaten the breakfast served by the first parasaurus himself, and while wiping his mouth, he left the ghost ship and set foot on the coast of Desolation with his "evil power".

On the coast of this barren land where almost no green can be seen at a glance, Blackhorn, the soul walker wearing the robes of a Highmountain priest, is performing an unknown ritual in the morning light.

Seeing Black coming over, Black Point wanted to say hello.

But he thought of Ms. Maiev's warning, so he pretended not to see Blake, turned the black cow face to the side, and said "out of sight, out of mind".

This gesture made the pirate furious.

What a black guy!

Are you pretending to be a blind tauren for me?

Believe it or not, I will use a void magic to shatter your shameful black dragon disguise. Everyone, stop messing around.

"That black bull with antlers is so strange."

The idiot Finna was biting her ears with Little Star behind Black. She stared at Black Corner and said to Little Star:

"I always feel that the Minotaur is weird. He gives me a very awkward feeling. He is definitely not a serious Minotaur. He may be an evil thing in disguise.

You go try him. "

"Why let me go?"

Little Xingxing snorted and said proudly:

"I am the noble blue dragon princess, you are a lowly tauren, don't even think about getting close to me!"

"That's enough for you two!"

Seifer, wearing his favorite clothes and holding an umbrella, scolded in a low voice:

"Kane is here with his tribe, please be serious and don't embarrass the captain."

After saying this, the first mate, second mate and boatswain behind the pirate immediately raised their heads and made majestic gestures.

Following them, Chief Spellcaster Saqil and his trio of new follower warlocks also straightened their backs and pulled down their hoods, trying to show off the evil feeling that dark forces should have.

But these actions are simply no deterrent compared to the violent actions of the shield girl leader Heya.

As for why the three warlocks came to work as Sakir's followers again, that is a tragic story.

They already knew from their own channels that Miss Nagfar, whom they had finally embraced, would soon learn from Dean Lanyue.

This golden thigh has no value anymore.

They must find new backers.

The Enlightener, who is also a warlock, is powerful and willing to share knowledge, is obviously a good target to follow. They know that the relationship between old man Thaqir and the captain is so good that they wear a pair of trousers.

Being valued by Thaqir means that they will become an important spellcasting force under the captain.

It's sad to say the least.

Except for Nagfar himself, everyone else basically knew that Nagfar was going to school. Even the shield girls who always only cared about fighting and the fishmen who were busy fighting snails knew it.

But everyone worked together to hide this "good news" and prepare to give the respected and silly lovely Miss Chuan Ling a "surprise" on the first day of school.

Haha, all of them are evil people, and they live up to their reputation.

"Sir Black, this is Chief Dezko Morning Chaser of the Sunwalker Tribe, and the most important branch ally of the Bloodhoof Clan. They are all paladins born under the faith of the Sun God Anshe.

I have shared with him the news we discovered on our journey. "

Cairn Bloodhoof strode forward and introduced to Black on the barren coast a tall and strong brown-black tauren chief who carried a shining golden diamond war hammer and had a hint of ascetic temperament in his silence.

This bull is as strong as Kane.

But unlike Kane's extrovert warrior temperament, his power is restrained. Although there are some slight differences in expressions, Blake can feel the great power of the Holy Light Church from the Chief of the Morning Chasers in front of him. The knights have a very similar aura.

Especially when this "Sun Cow" wearing leather armor walks, the golden halo that appears and disappears around him represents that he is also following a bright path.

Um.

This brown-black holy light cow must have a lot in common with old man Faao.

"Hello, Chief Morning Chaser."

Black nodded to the tauren Sunwalker who was sizing him up in front of him, and said softly:

"The sun god Anshe does not accept pilgrims from believers for the time being. He shoulders the mission of a god, but I am paying close attention to the situation in that vast desert that mortals cannot set foot on.

Once I get permission, I will immediately send you to see him. "

"Um."

The silent tauren paladin nodded.

He didn't seem to have any doubts about Blake's commitment, but the next second someone else expressed dissatisfaction.

When Kane was about to continue introducing to Blake his think tank and close comrade-in-arms, the shaman Hamuul Runetotem who was as close as a brother, an old and cold voice came from the cattle behind Kane.

"Another outsider who talks nonsense, he arbitrarily comments on our ancient beliefs, he has no respect for this land, he names his evil servants in the name of allies, and sends them to the land of the Bloodhoof clan openly.

I saw nothing but darkness in his eyes.

Kane, you think you've brought back a friend, but it seems to me that you may be overly optimistic!

Your friend is the same as the centaur. He is better than the barbarians in the use of evil power. He is an outstanding plunderer and has a cold and dark heart.

Allowing them to get involved in clan affairs may bring even more terrible disasters to our people. "

The guy who was talking didn't shy away from other people at all.

She didn't even try to hide her presence.

As Blake looked over Kane's tall shoulders, he soon saw a dark-skinned, tall, bright-looking but hostile cow.

Magatha Grimtotem.

The "War Crone" of the Bloodhoof clan.

Well, this is just a very old honorific in the Tauren tribe, which has the same meaning as "prophet". It does not mean that Magatha is really old.

In fact, she was in her prime, barely a few years older than Kane.

This black cow has double braids hanging down her shoulders, and has war patterns painted with white paint on both sides of her cow-like nose. She is looking at Black and the "evil forces" behind him with a hostile look. .

"What do you say, you arrogant cow?"

Before Black could say anything, the trio of warlocks started making noises angrily. Like the most qualified vicious dogs, they roared at Magatha:

"Apologise! Apologize immediately! Rude cow!"

"Apologise to our supreme and most evil captain! You are humiliating the entire undead fleet!"

"Kneel down quickly! Otherwise, I will tear your mouth apart!"

"Haha, you are a bastard playing with evil power."

Magatha dismissed the arrogance of the three warlocks. She leaned on a simple black stone staff and said with a sneer:

"Come on, let's see who Mother Earth favors more."

"Back off."

Blake waved his finger, and the angry trio of warlocks immediately behaved themselves, leaving the already warmed-up stage to their evil captain.

The stinky pirate nodded slightly to the worried Kane, indicating that he didn't need to worry.

He looked at Magatha, who was full of hostility, and said:

"Cairne is fighting a cult called the Twilight's Hammer in the sand, and he is worried that you are sending the fanatical, bellicose, and foolish young men of the Bloodhoof clan into a path of no return.

But I know his worries are unfounded.

Magatha Grimtotem, you are definitely a careerist and conspirator who cannot be trusted, but your loyalty to Mother Earth and the elemental forces is impeccable.

You look down upon the scum that associates with the corrupted void.

You didn't send the tauren who were loyal to you into the Twilight's Hammer. You just secretly sent them to Thousand Needles, protecting the essence of the tribe and using it as a turnaround force in times of crisis.

Let me be more precise, they are at Black Cloud Peak now. "

Blake sneered and looked at the old war woman whose face changed greatly.

He snorted and said in the tone of a prophet:

"You yourself know that staying in the Desolate Land is a dead end for the Bloodhoof clan. You oppose Kane because you think Kane is cowardly and incompetent, but you also don't want your clan to be destroyed at the hands of the centaurs.

You may just be using your own way to protect your own people.

You firmly believe in the prophecy your father told you before he died. The wailing of the souls of your ancestors at midnight confirms this. The painful moans of Mother Earth make you convinced that everything you do is correct.

‘Outsiders will bring disaster’! "

Blake spoke in Tauren language the prophecy that was hidden deep in Magatha's heart and told to her by her most admired father. This alone was enough to shake Magatha's heart.

Because she never told anyone the prophecy she firmly believed in.

This guy in front of me

Somewhat capable!

But Blake is not as simple as "somewhat capable".

He stared at Magatha's somewhat evasive eyes. Although he only said a few words, he completely overwhelmed her in terms of momentum. The smelly pirate coughed a few times and said to Magatha:

"I'm different from Kane who has always tolerated you. I don't have that much sympathy for others. I don't have much sympathy left, and it's definitely not for you.

I'm also familiar with dealing with villains, so let's cut out the red tape.

I give you a condition, and you give me an answer.

I will open the seal of Deepholm and release the Elemental Lord Stonemother. I need the help of a legendary shaman, and it is of course better to have two. The elder Drek'Thar of the Frostwolf clan has already gone to the Spear Valley under my arrangement.

you!

Magatha Grimtotem.

You can either be obedient and help me. I will give you a new job in my fleet when this is over. Leave the Bloodhoof clan forever and don't cause any more trouble to my friends.

Or, be prepared to collect the corpses of the group of tauren you hide in Black Cloud Peak. The terrifying things born from the Silithus Desert have surrounded them.

Just say 'no' to me and their delicious, juicy beef will become worm food.

How about it?

Is my request reasonable? "

The pirate smiled implicitly, took out a pirate pocket watch, looked at it, waved it in front of Magatha's eyes, and said:

"Tick tock, you have ten minutes to answer."

"Countdown, start!"