Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Start the operation tomorrow night and target the two demon commanders of Gorgrond, the King of the Abyss Agona and the Fear Lord Varimathras. I have figured out the defense situation of the demon fortress and planned a way for us to use it. A perfect line for infiltration.”

Black, who returned to Evergreen Woodland at midnight, summoned the sufferer Altruis and the hunter Rexxar. By a quiet pool deep in the everlasting woodland, the pirate took the fel crystal in his hand. Float up and share the map and information marked on it with two people.

He emphasized:

"This is also a sneak hunting operation. We must kill or expel the demon leader before local demon support arrives. We must kill a thick-headed King of the Abyss in a short period of time. This is definitely not something ordinary people can do.

So I'm going to give it to Demon Hunter.

According to the information I have received, Agona is a powerful one among the Annihelan demons, and his strength has reached the level of a demigod. Can you handle it? "

Facing the pirate's inquiry, the demon hunter commander nodded. He did not say whether it was okay or not, but said in a serious tone:

"Even if we fight to the last person, we will definitely complete the mission."

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The pirate responded with silence. After a few seconds, he sighed and said:

"Being with a group of blind men who are always desperate, I'm really under a lot of pressure. Forget it, I'll find a way to provide you with some support, lest all Illidan's elite be buried here and have him slash me with a knife when he comes back. .

Setting up a large-scale evil energy isolation barrier should be enough to weaken Agona to a weak point. Another demon expulsion barrier will buy you enough time to assassinate. "

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The victim blinked and asked:

"Where did you get so many warlocks to set up two high-level barriers at the same time? And to suppress a demigod demon, ordinary warlocks can't do it. At least a legendary warlock is required, and there must be more than one."

"My power is different from the Illidari who are always ready to fight. I focus on talent training, so there are many people who can be mobilized. You just need to be prepared to assassinate."

Blake snorted proudly, not intending to reveal his plan.

The sufferer is also not the type to ask questions.

If Lord Illidan could completely trust the pirate in front of him, then so could he.

After discussing some details, the victim strode away to announce the "good news" to his demon slayers. After ten thousand years of imprisonment and a short recovery, the Illidari were about to start their righteous cause again. .

After watching the victim leave, Black looked at the silent Lexa again, and whispered:

"I want to preside over two big wards, so I'll leave Varimathras to you. Is that okay?"

"I try my best."

Lexa was not sure, he whispered:

"But before I can get rid of the demon, I must first complete the mission given to me by the Moknasa clan. That traitor, Magda, I must get rid of him with my own hands.

Bring my fellow citizens who have gone astray back into the clan. "

"Magda, the Beast King, well, I once saw him in a prophetic dream."

Blake shrugged and whispered to Lexa:

"There is no need to feel sad for his betrayal. Betrayal of his tribe is a fate for him. No matter which future he is in, this talented young hunter will always be confused with the word betrayal.

Even without you, he will still embark on this path of rebellion.

This is not your problem. "

"That's my problem!"

Lexa squatted in pain beside the clear lake in the forest that reflected the moonlight. He scratched his forehead and said in a sad tone:

"Magda has admired me since she was a child. He is five years younger than me. He has been hunting with me since he was a boy. I can see in the child's eyes that he is following my example.

I also regard him as a brother. Because of my father's stubbornness, I rarely have the experience of talking to my family, but I will tell Magda all my thoughts.

His ability to keep secrets is as good as his hunting talent.

He also tried to run away with me. He felt that my choice was correct. The child was too deeply affected by me. Like me, he believed that the tribe had no future in the wild Gorgrond.

He was the only one in the entire clan who supported me.

But I didn't take him with me when I left that night, not because I doubted his ability, but because I knew that my departure was an adventure.

I wasn't sure myself that I had made the right choice to join the old tribe, I wasn't sure I could survive the war to the new world, and he was too young.

Maybe staying in his hometown would be a better option for him.

As it turns out, my concerns were correct. "

Rexxa paused, touched the black wolfskin helmet on his face, and said in a sad tone:

"HaLS's death proved that the old tribe cannot be trusted. I chose to leave again. Not letting Magda follow me was the most correct choice I made in my life.

His character may be influenced by the old tribe and become a butcher who loses himself."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Standing next to Lexa, Blake put down the Warlock Communication Stone in his hand. He looked blankly at Lexa, who had said a lot, and said:

"Sorry, I was busy with my business just now and didn't hear you. Do you want to say it again?

As a big guy, with a weak attitude like a woman, give me the apology in your heart for your little brother, a person who doesn't care at all what kind of good past you have, and what kind of terrible future you will fall in love with and kill each other. The stinking pirate again? "

A malicious smile appeared on Blake's face, he patted Lexa on the shoulder and whispered:

"Or do you really think I'm a good person to talk to? Do you really think I care about the fate of a bastard who must die in your hands?

Do you think I am such a sentimental, kind-hearted guy who likes to play the role of a close brother? "

"Sometimes you really make people want to chop you!"

Lexa gritted her teeth and said:

"Just like now, I really want to hit you twice with an axe!"

"Wow, wow, wow, Rexxar, the warrior of the Horde, is coming to kill me, Proudmoore. I'm so scared. What should I do? Is it too late to kneel down and beg for mercy now?

My dear friend, do you need me to lick your shoes to reduce your anger? "

Blake jumped out a few steps like a monkey, his eyes were "horrified" and he said:

"Seeing as you are destined to take away at least one Proudmoore's life, this may be the fate of our two races."

"Stop playing around and get down to business."

Lexa shook his head helplessly. He looked at the blue water in front of him and asked:

"I asked the tribesmen about Magda's betrayal. The night he left with the tribesmen who were willing to follow him, what he said to the remaining people was to imitate my original departure.

Although we all know that a large part of the reason for his departure was because he witnessed my father's death and bizarre resurrection. He knew that the result of allowing the tribe to continue to stay in Evermore Woods was that the entire Mok'Nathal would become the terrifying living dead. '.

This is my fault.

Blake.

As my father said, I planted the seeds of weakness in that child's heart.

He couldn't understand the pain I felt when I left my hometown. He only learned that I chose to escape in the face of disaster.

I.

I don’t want to kill him. He is still very young and can still be saved. But for the sake of the last tribesmen and the tradition of Mok’Nathal, I must kill him.

This makes me very confused.

Can you help me? Blake, use your legendary dark wisdom to come up with the best of both worlds for me, and use your dark wisdom to convince me to make a choice.

Even the choice that is best for you. "

"Oh, what day is it today?"

Blake whistled and winked and said:

“The hunter, who has always been strong and independent, is as weak as a bewildered child asking for help from a bad guy, while the always restrained hunter is as greedy as a damn pirate.

While you want this, you are also unwilling to give up that thing. You know that there is nothing perfect in this world that can give you the best of both worlds, right? "

"I know, but I also know that you can always get the best of both worlds, you can always find a balance in the impossible, and you can always bring miracles to yourself and others."

Lexa rubbed her head and whispered:

"This multiple-choice question is so difficult, Blake, please teach me."

His voice was low, like a prayer.

After confirming that Lexa was not joking, Blake looked around, flicked his fingers and threw out his void magic, wrapping the two of them in a thin barrier that could isolate consciousness from exploration and eavesdropping. Sitting on the stone next to Lexa, he did not speak immediately, but took his pipe in his mouth.

"Um?"

The pirate glanced at the big orc who was looking at him, pointed to his pipe, pursed his lips, and said:

"You were asking for help, and you turned out to be so indifferent? Is this the attitude of asking for help?"

"you!"

Blake's arrogant attitude made Lexa want to pick up the ax and give him a blow, but in the end, the orc Batman stood up, took out the flint he carried with him, and rubbed it in his hands to help the pirate light the tobacco.

This move made the stinky pirate very satisfied. He hummed comfortably, and after blowing out a smoke ring, he said in a long voice:

"Are you still angry if I call you 'Batman' from now on?"

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Lexa frowned, wanting to refuse but ultimately chose to remain silent.

"Very well, Lord Batman, your loyal Alfred is at your service."

Seeing that the big orc didn't refuse, Blake immediately rubbed his hands happily, took out the black "Batman suit" that he had carefully prepared for a long time, handed it to Lexa, and said:

“Go ahead and put it on, you’ll wear this for fights from now on!

Let me tell you, this thing is amazing. I mixed it with the collected black dragon skin and the carapace of Mantid Heroes and Swarm Lords. It was tanned by the best leatherworker in Suramar, and elementium was added to it. Chain mail made of steel.

Every part of this thing is an epic armor. When worn as a set, it is of legendary quality! That’s you, others want it but I won’t give it.

There is no need to replace your helmet. Your helmet already smells very good. Wash it by the water and look at the oil. My dear, you haven't washed it in the past few years, have you? "

"I don't understand why you are so obsessed with these messy things?"

Lexa looked at the bat suit with an exaggerated cape in his hand. He was a little intolerable and helpless, and said very curiously:

"What on earth is this 'Batman' you've been talking about? Why do you insist that I turn into the strange guy you imagined? I guess he is not a powerful warrior, maybe a clown with mental problems or something like that. of."

"Why do you say that!"

Blake stood up unhappily, as if facing those bastards who didn't believe in "light", and he shouted:

"That's the powerful warrior I like best in my heart, using a dark attitude to execute justice without killing!

Well, although criminals would be brutally broken by him and thrown into a lunatic asylum, he never killed anyone! No matter how dark things are, he still has salvation in mind.

Look, isn't this exactly who you are now? "

"Ha, the more I hear it, the more I sound like a madman."

Rexxar took off his tribal armor and said sarcastically:

"I haven't seen any powerful warriors wearing a costume to fight. This thing is more like those lonely teenagers who can't find friends and can only walk around in their mother's basement wearing a sheet.

Even the exaggerated owl suits worn by the Watchers are meant to express faith and hunting, but your costume doesn't have that feeling."

With a "click", the orc clasped the gauntlet on his wrist, and put on the black suit with great reluctance but deftness. Black ignored Rexxa's crazy words and put on the black suit with his own hands. A black dragon-wing cloak is placed on top of the battle suit.

Then he took a step back and looked at the new Lexa in front of him. He nodded with satisfaction, rubbed his chin and said:

"Not bad, not bad. Apart from the fact that my body is burlier and my waist is always not straight, I already have some feeling. Next, follow me, I say something, you say something.

Come on, say, I love Bateman!

Remember, your voice should be lower and hoarse, just like the dark sound effect of a big villain. Come on, come on, you have your suit on, so stop struggling.

You know, I always get what I want. "

Blake took out his dwarf camera, focused it, and said something to the expressionless Lexa, who repeated it in a hoarse voice with great helplessness.

"Cool! That's it!"

The stinky pirate was finally satisfied.

He took several photos and said to Lexa who was feeling uncomfortable in front of him:

"I'll prepare a few more sets of changing uniforms for you, and you'll be wearing this from now on."

"If I hadn't known that you liked women, I would have had goosebumps all over my body."

Lexa complained:

"Hurry up and use your dark wisdom to advise me. I hope the humiliation I have accepted today is worth it. Otherwise, even if we are friends, I will definitely teach you a lesson!"

"No hurries?"

Blake rolled his eyes and threw two more hunting axes to Lexa. The two hunting axes were also made into black bat forms, looking dark and ferocious.

Rexxar is a weapons master, and he is not unfamiliar with using such a special-shaped throwing ax at all. He took the ax and inserted it into his waist, staring at Black, waiting for his answer.

The stinky pirate took out a bottle of wine, bit off the cork and took a sip, then wiped his mouth and said:

"You are Mok'Nassar people. I will use metaphors that you are familiar with to resolve your tangle. In fact, it only takes one sentence."

He stared at Lexa and asked softly:

"Will a young lion who will become the Lion King continue to obey the teachings of the old lion on the eve of becoming the King of Beasts?"

Lexa was stunned for a moment.

He quickly realized what Blake meant. He blinked and asked:

"You mean, I should be right, I can make my own decision, but Mok'Nathal's tradition."

"That's Leorox's tradition!"

Blake waved his hands and said:

"What does it have to do with you, a 'traitor' who ran away? Do traitors still need to abide by traditions? If you insist on abiding by it, why did you leave in the first place?

Do you still remember why you left your ancestral land? "

"To find a future for my people and clan!"

Lexa spoke in a deep voice as if repeating an oath.

"Then have you found the future you want?"

Blake asked rhetorically.

The young beast king nodded.

By this point in the conversation, he had fully understood what Black meant. The entanglements in his heart were swept away as the pirates pushed open the door to the new world, and a long-lost smile appeared on his big face.

It looks like it was worth wearing these terrible costumes tonight.

"Very good, I helped you, and you have to help me too. Remember to put some water in when hunting Varimathras."

The pirate warned casually.

Lexa nodded and said:

"I will definitely go all out to kill it, I will definitely? Wait, what did you just say?"