Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Sera and Nasa did not fight in the end.

Because there was no conflict between the two in the first place, Sera just felt that Nasa was too useless and had failed to live up to her instructions, but this was considered an act of anger.

With Maiev's strength, when she made up her mind to do something, Nasa, as an adjutant, couldn't stop her at all.

In addition, Maiev's incident was an emergency. When she was captured, Nasa was still in Shadowmoon Valley helping the local orcs to prevent the invasion of demon spies.

In the end, the two did not make a move, which disappointed Blake, who had been sitting by and looking forward to watching the fun.

As we all know, stinky pirates love to watch women fight.

Especially with such powerful women, it must be fun to fight.

Others are not as leisurely as he is, especially the sufferer Alturis and the dozen demon hunters carefully selected under his command. They can't rest.

While the Watchers were "fighting among themselves", they themselves went out to investigate the situation in the Temple of Karabor.

But there's really nothing to detect there.

It was the temple city that the Draenei built for themselves after they fell into the world of Draenor. At its peak, it was the Draenei's second largest city after Shattrath City and the center of their faith.

The building is very magnificent and very solid at the same time. The orcs who drank the demon blood and became extremely violent besieged the city for nearly half a month without being able to step foot inside.

Instead, the draenei who clung to the city relied on the city's counterattacks to defeat the orcs.

Therefore, it is not particularly correct to say that the draenei did not resist when the orcs engaged in massacre.

At least in the battle of Karabor Temple, the Draenei were only one step away from victory. If they had won at that time, then it is estimated that nothing so miserable would have happened later.

At the end of that battle, Gul'dan saw that his morale was about to collapse, so he had to summon Kil'jaeden, the "Benefactor", and used weird plague weapons, which gave the orcs the possibility to capture the city.

After the arrival of the demons, this magnificent abandoned city was reused and the demons fortified it, resulting in the current temple of Karabor with almost no weaknesses.

When the Dread Lord Kintessa hypocritically handed over various military defense plans of the Karabor Temple to Blake and tricked him into breaking into them to rescue Maiev, the pirates knew that the Dread Lord had evil intentions.

It is not impossible to capture the Karabor Temple head-on.

But according to Black's estimation, at least all the living people in Draenor, including draenei, orcs, ogres and other powerful races must be united, and full support from Azeroth must be obtained. After a war with horrific casualties, , it is possible to take back this city.

With the number of people Black has now, even if they all burst into flames, the only outcome for them if they break into the temple heavily guarded by demons is death.

"Calm down?"

The pirate smoked his pipe and watched the confrontation between the Void Watcher and the Orthodox Watcher in front of him. He said in a long voice:

"After we calm down, let's talk about strategy. Let me reveal the news first. I have placed a very reliable informant in Karabo Temple. She can help us at critical moments.

But don't expect her to be of much use.

You should also know from the people I brought here that this operation will be a secret infiltration.

The best outcome is to sneak in, take the bitch out, kill the overlord Kazzak with an assassination, and then escape from there before the demons encircle him.

The worst outcome is that everyone dies there.

Um, no.

I won't die, only you will die. "

"We're willing to take risks!"

Nasa, who was wearing a battle helmet, said angrily:

"Among the local orcs gathered by Ner'zhul, there are veterans who have invaded that city. They are familiar with the structure there. Maybe we can."

"unnecessary."

Blake shook his head and said:

"I am familiar with the internal structure of that temple. The only problem now is to determine where Maiev is being held. There are many places to hide people there.

And he also had to find a way to sneak into the temple without alerting the demons. "

"Does a place like that really exist?"

Nasa said doubtfully:

"I'm not questioning you, Black. I just think that the demons have completely fortified this city. They can't leave such obvious loopholes."

“The entire Temple of Karabor occupies almost one-tenth of Shadowmoon Valley, which is a huge palace city with thousands of rooms.

The demons are not its masters.

They are just a group of arrogant guests. Just because they occupy the place does not mean they are familiar with it. "

Blake shook his head and said slowly:

"Only the people who actually built it know every detail of that city, and all we have to do now is wait. I'm sure the true master of the Temple of Karabor will help.

After all, after missing me this time, he will have to wait silently for more than ten years. "

"But as far as I know, when the orcs captured the Karabor Temple, they killed almost all the Draenei in the city."

Nasa whispered again:

"This is what the orcs told me personally. I don't doubt that someone escaped at that time, but how long will it take us to find them?

Ms. Maiev's life hangs in the balance. "

"But why do I feel that this is another one of that stinky woman's old tricks?"

Blake rubbed his chin and said:

"She knew a terrible secret. She knew full well what kind of terrifying impact the demons' secrets would have on Draenor, so she pretended to be caught and hid in the enemy's base camp waiting for an opportunity to destroy the demons' evil through assassination. trick.

I always felt that it was a bit too coincidental that she was caught this time. "

"It does sound like something a lady could do."

Sera Moon Guard beside Blake nodded, she felt that Blake's guess was somewhat reasonable.

In such silence, the roar of the great magic bat sounded outside the cave where everyone was hiding, which made Blake raise his head and look at the entrance of the hidden cave.

Soon, as they watched, Lexa and Alandine walked in holding a short guy in chains.

"Oh, didn't I ask you to invite Akama-dono?"

Blake pretended to be panicked and stood up, saying with a scolding tone:

"How can you be so rude? What does this look like? Please untie it quickly!"

"He's cunning, Blake."

Lexa explained:

"He is an assassin like you, and he also knows elemental magic. I almost let him run away before. He was not cooperative at all, and he was stubborn and refused to believe us.

There is nothing we can do. "

"Stop pretending! Despicable outsiders, there is no need to act in front of me!"

Akama, the leader of the Ashtongue Deathsworn who was bound by chains, struggled in a hoarse and muddy voice:

"You are just another group of bastards with ulterior motives. You are still hanging out with the brutal orcs. You are not a good person! You can't even hope to get our help!"

Blake shrugged at these words.

He stepped forward and looked at the Broken One who was bound by chains.

He is not much different from the Broken Ones that Blake saw in Hellfire Peninsula, except that his skin may have turned a deathly gray-white color due to not seeing the sun for many years.

And the face hidden under the black hood is more distorted than the average Broken One. It has completely lost its nose and lips, only a set of teeth as sharp as monsters.

Only the tentacles remaining under his cheeks represented his former identity as a Draenei, but the tentacles on the back of his head were twisted and elongated and hung low behind him like a strange snake.

This seriously reinforces his sense of being a "monster."

There were also those shining eyes. Although the pupils could not be seen, Blake could clearly feel the utter hatred from those eyes. The twisted life in front of him was seriously wary of and distrustful of all outsiders.

But considering the pain he had experienced before, his vigilance is completely understandable.

"Akama, you were once a member of the Draenei Bishops Council. Many years ago, they respectfully called you Archbishop Akama, but look at you, look at you now."

Blake squatted on the ground and reached out to touch Akama's deformed face, as well as his body that was as stooped as a dwarf compared to the normal Draenei.

The smelly pirate whispered:

"The body is no longer pure and noble, and even the soul has become turbid.

I said, were you frightened by the massacre that year?

To this day, I can only hide in the ravine and look at my past home, and 'relive' the day when the Karabor Temple fell in every nightmare.

I heard that you escaped the fate of being massacred by hiding in a polluted ditch. You were also infected with the Broken Plague because of this. I think back then, when you heard the cries and pleas for help from your tribe, you were too timid to show up to help. My mood at that time is the same as your mood now when you are resisting our help.

You are not a coward.

You just can't carry something that heavy.

And I am a prophet, my dear Akama, and I can see through destiny just like Velen.

I can see your soul, a guy longing for relief or death.

I'm here to help you.

Of course, I also have my goals.

Just know that we all get what we want. "

Blake's words full of magic did not impress the stubborn leader of the Breakers, but he also did not deny the past story told by Blake.

It was like acknowledging that he was one of the people who narrowly survived the Karabo Massacre.

This made the watchmen behind the pirates stand up one after another. They saw the hope of entering the demonic city quietly, but to get this guy's help, Black had to come up with something more convincing.

"How do you know what I want?"

Akama, who was bound by chains, sneered and said:

"You are very good at inciting people, outsiders. I almost believed your deception, really, just a little bit. But the suffering life has long taught us twisted people to pursue more realistic things.

Tell me, what can you give me to help you? "

"Isn't a temple of Karabor under your control enough?"

Blake frowned and said:

"Don't be too greedy, Akama. With that city, the Ashtongue Deathsworn no longer need to live in exile, as well as the Broken clans scattered across Draenor.

Don't think I don't know that the Broken ones follow the Draenei openly, but except for a small faction of the shaman Nobundo, the other Broken ones are secretly loyal to you!

You are the Broken King of Draenor!

And you have been taking the restoration of the sacred Temple of Karabor as your goal, and you rely on this slogan to unite them.

The Broken have always been ostracized by the draenei, who long for their own city, and if you can do that, the Broken will only become more devoted to you. "

"Your intelligence-gathering abilities astound me, outsider. I admit that you are right. Over the years, not a day goes by that I don't long for my city back."

There was a hint of cunning in Akama's eyes, and he said hoarsely:

“But I also know that as long as the devil is still in this world, we will not be able to defend it even if we get the Karabor Temple.

The cowardly Velen did not dare to send his equally cowardly warriors here, so the wish you promised me is just a beautiful fantasy.

I said, we need something more realistic. For example, Power Breakers need power to become strong. Can you give us what we desire? "

Akama's rhetorical question made Black curl his lips. He lowered his voice and said to Akama in the Broken dialect:

"Then what do you think the local Shadowmoon orcs are doing? Who do you think told Ner'zhul about reviving the elements in this world?

I can certainly guarantee that the Broken will be protected by the elemental power of Draenor.

I can even give you this! "

Black took out a blueprint from his arms and handed it to Akama. Akama took it in his hand, took a look at it, and then threw the thing back to Black like a hot potato.

"No! Such terrible things are not something we lowly broken people can pursue."

Akama whispered:

"The day we get it is the day the Broken One will perish! No one will allow the weak Broken One to sit on such a powerful artifact.

Not even the draenei would allow it.

This world ring is very good, but it is not what we can pursue. "

"Well, your very self-aware words remind me of an old friend."

Blake raised his eyebrows and said:

"Wait a minute, I will introduce it to you now. I think you will get along well with it. Don't you need strength and protection?

I will find a new god for you. "

After saying that, the pirate took out a lot of garbage of all kinds from his luggage, piled it into a mountain of garbage while the watchers looked at him in astonishment, and then summoned Old Garni.

As soon as the swaying, slender-jawed dragon god appeared, Akama's eyes were drawn to Akama, a twisted and hunched guy who looked like a beggar or a scavenger.

Speaking of Akama's attire, especially the several wooden sticks dotted with orc skulls stuck in his back, and the tattered clothes on his body, they really meet the "standards" of Lao Gani for selecting followers.

Akama has also seen the world. He used to be the Archbishop of the Draenei and a high-level believer of the Holy Light. Although he is now in decline, his vision is still there.

Seeing Old Gani's strange arrival, Akama immediately realized that he was in front of a powerful demigod.

The Broken One glanced at Blake, who made a "please" gesture for him.

Akama then stepped forward to talk to Lao Gani.

I don’t know what they said. I just saw these two guys getting more and more excited as they talked, like bees finding honey. Well, this metaphor is not very good.

Well, it's like a fly found that something!

In short, after nearly ten minutes of long conversation, Old Garni actually awarded Akama the honorable title of "Great Scavenger" on the spot.

This made Blake feel a little sour.

Although he had never wanted the title of Great Scavenger of Old Garni, but now that he saw others receiving this honorary title, he felt as if he had missed out on five million.

Well, humans are really interesting.

"I'm willing to help you."

After old Gani and Akama reached some strange deal that even Black could not imagine, Akama, who was previously stubborn, turned around and said happily:

"I will give you the secret route of our Graytongue clan in and out of Karabor Temple, and even provide you with a guide, but that road may be a bit difficult for heroes like you to accept."

"Ha, I know about sewers."

Blake snapped his fingers, laughed, turned around and said to the people behind him:

"Pack up and get ready to go!"