Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1294 44. Stinky pirate, you still say this is not a personal grudge? -【45】

(Added update for the "Sword of Philio" brothers)

The draenei people's black technology engineering is still very powerful.

As a civilization that has developed for more than 50,000 years, the Draenei were still Eredar and lived happily in the world of Argus. They had already entered the development stage of star exploration, otherwise they would not have met them passing by. The ancient Naaru of the world were also gifted with artifacts.

But since then, the Eredar civilization has begun to take two routes: technology and magic.

Their own engineering standards are extremely high, coupled with the assistance of Naaru's magical black technology, the level of this group of draenei technicians is almost ten times more than that of their counterparts in Azeroth.

That is why the mechanical gnomes who have also begun to master the black technology of Titan can compete with them.

But seeing that everyone can skillfully control the Naaru spacecraft, even if the mechanical gnomes bring back King Mechagon, the black technology genius who has turned into a data ghost, they may not necessarily be the opponent of the draenei.

In short, with the full efforts of these veteran technicians, the legion communicator, which was dismantled from the Karabor Temple, resumed operation two hours later.

After the sufferer Altruis and the high-level hunter Alandine personally contributed their own evil energy as starting energy, this rough and demonic machine finally began to operate.

This news immediately alarmed a group of big guys who were "chatting over tea." The strong men from Velen and Azeroth rushed over to watch this conversation across the star sea.

"Argus, our hometown, an ancient world far beyond the boundaries of the stars and countless galaxies away."

The gentle prophet was a very personable leader.

He easily gained the friendship and favor of difficult guys like Lord Ravencrest and the cynical Old Staghelm in just two hours through conversation and his own temperament.

Under the gaze of a group of people, this old Draenei, who was said to have lived for more than 30,000 years, sighed and told ancient stories in a nostalgic tone.

"I still remember when I left our hometown with my people who were oriented toward the light. That day happened to be the most important summer festival for the Eredar people.

It should have been the busiest day in the world, but darkness chose to fall at that time. "

Viren said in a sad tone:

"When we saw the majestic figure of the Dark Titan appearing in person at the end of the world, his dark aura even blocking the light of the sun and stars, and when it exerted its dark favor on the sky of the world of Argus, we knew that we would forever The loss of our world.

That was the day of disaster.

That is a painful memory shared by all Draenei people. "

The prophet made a prayer gesture, and the people around him could feel the undisguised pain from his words. If they put themselves in his shoes, if such a thing happened in Azeroth, they would be as painful as the prophet. .

No, they didn't even have a chance to recall the past with a painful tone.

After all, Azeroth does not have a high-tech spaceship that can carry a group of exiles to escape into the stars.

The world of the well-off Draenei would be called "bankrupt" if they were occupied, while the situation of Azeroth being captured by demons could only be called "poor".

If you think about it this way, the condolences in everyone's hearts will be even higher.

"Well, if we have to talk about painful memories, don't the massacres in the past ten years count?"

In such an atmosphere of mourning, Blake complained without a wink:

"I'm really curious, Lord Velen, what kind of mentality do you have to choose the policy of non-resistance when the orcs start a massacre?

Others will just mindlessly criticize your weakness.

But I am also a prophet, and I know that you could not have foreseen this terrible future. Is it because you are aware that once the draenei choose to go to full-scale war with the orcs, the evil plot of the Deceiver will succeed? "

"I"

Waylon didn't find Black's question offensive, perhaps because he had heard enough such accusations over the past decade or so, and he didn't try to whitewash his weakness.

After a long silence, he looked at Turalyon and the elves beside him and said:

"The invasion of the orcs alone has severely damaged the vitality of Azeroth. If we add a group of draenei who are infused with war and evil energy into that world."

As those who had personally experienced the orc war and had just seen the black technology of the draenei, the knights and mages were immediately horrified.

If what the prophet said turned out to be true, I am afraid that human civilization on the eastern continent would be gone by now, and the entire Azeroth would fall into flames of war.

Viren looked at Blake again with a tired look and said:

"Because we are all prophets, we all know where the only hope is to defeat the Burning Legion. If I choose to lead my people to exterminate them like the orcs exterminated us, that will only destroy the only hope with my own hands.

My people suffered a terrible slaughter, and I will not deny my sin.

I will live in this pain every day for the rest of my life until I return to the draenei afterlife, despised by everyone.

There I will be judged by my people.

And no matter what kind of punishment they give me, I will happily accept it. "

"They will not punish you, Lord Velen."

Blake shook his head and said:

"With your mixed life and the horrific disasters caused by you, I think you will be thrown into an inescapable tower after death, where you will endure the most horrific tortures as a birth from the stars. Infuse your power with the conspiracy that opens up.

Your considerations may be correct.

But there is no doubt that you are also a pawn on this ancient conspiracy chessboard. You have personally sent more than one million souls to the world of death.

You tip the balance between life and death.

But how can I put it, if even the Burning Legion is a pawn, then it’s not your fault that you can’t escape this fate. "

After saying that, the pirate took the initiative to end the topic.

But as a prophet's intuition, while others only thought that Black's words were very emotional and confusing, Viren heard a different flavor from the pirate's words.

Black seemed to be warning him, but also seemed to be explaining to him.

There was no doubt that the pirate prophet had just made a prophecy for him, but Velen had to spend a long time deciphering these cryptic words.

"Come on, let's contact Lord Illidan and see what he is doing now."

Black turned back and gestured to the Delaney technician. The latter hesitated and glanced at the prophet. After getting the other party's permission, he reached out and pulled down the opening lever of the Legion communicator.

This stupid, thick, strange machine started to work immediately, and the demon hunters who powered it immediately let out some painful groans.

To complete communication across distant stars, the supply of evil energy required is undoubtedly an astronomical figure.

"Be patient, or if it doesn't work, take turns."

Blake stepped forward and said something to Altruis and Alantien.

The two shook their heads and just motioned for him to speed up. The pirate did not hesitate to step forward, grab the microphone-like device of the communicator, and put it to his mouth.

He coughed twice and shouted in very pure devil language:

"This is the Legion's frontline world of Draenor. I am the adjutant of His Majesty the Doomsday Overlord Kazzak, Black the Slayer! Contact Krokuun's Legion camps at the Karabor Temple communication point!

An important warning is now issued!

A cunning spy disguised as a nathrezim has infiltrated the Legion's front lines through damned tricks. His Majesty Kazak has received the exact information. He is currently operating near Krokuun, fighting for his damned and pathetic world. Find out important information about the legion.

In the name of His Majesty Kazak!

I demand that all Krokuun Legion locations immediately arrest any Dreadlord you see! No matter their identity, no matter their military rank, no matter where they come from!

Don't listen to their sweet talk!

Those bastards are the best at lying!

Burn them with the hottest evil flames! Throw them into the ghost mother's lava pool! Let the demon hounds chew them! Let the imps burn through their knees and humiliate them!

Torture them until their true identity is confirmed!

For the conquest of Lord Sargeras and the Legion, all spy bugs must die! Beat those fear lords and demons hard! You are serving the great cause of the Legion!

All the consequences of this action will be borne by the evil and mighty Majesty Kazak!

Go ahead and do it!

This ends the communication alert.

reply received! "

After speaking, Black Shi Shiran dropped the demon microphone in his hand under the stunned gaze of the "audience". Soon, one reply code after another appeared in the evil light curtain above the legion communicator.

"You! Are you a devil in disguise?"

High Knight Turalyon exclaimed:

"Why are you so skilled! Is this really your first time using a demon communicator?"

"Yeah, I'm starting to doubt your identity too, Blake."

Lord Death Ravencase also said in a strange tone:

"During the ancient war ten thousand years ago, even the most cunning elf spies could not disguise themselves as demons and issue such evil orders as easily as you.

Your tone, your posture, and even the content you deliver are all in line with the demons' style of doing things, and they won't even doubt it.

But why the Dreadlord?

Do they annoy you? "

"Look what you are saying?"

Blake scanned everyone in front of him. He was not sure whether there was a high-ranking fear lord in disguise among these people.

Since being unable to see through the disguise of Dread Queen Kintessa before, Xal'atath and he have been studying how to distinguish these damn guys.

It's just that there hasn't been much progress yet.

So the pirate spread his hands and said in a gentle tone:

"I have no personal grudges with the Nathrezim. I just used them simply because I thought of them. And with the vicious and cunning character of the Dread Lords, once other demons attack them, they will definitely Will fight back hard.

A large-scale chaos will sweep across the Krokuun region, which will also create an opportunity for Illidan to act, and the guy really likes to pretend to be a dreadlord.

After all, among the weird-looking demons, the Nasrezim are the only ones who look human. "

"Are you sure this isn't a personal grudge?"

Miss Hisali Black Crow, who had been silent in front of Black, suddenly spoke:

"Looking at the joy in your eyes, why do I feel that this is a personal grudge? You can't hide it from me."

"Hey, hey, don't bring personal emotions into formal occasions, Archdruid."

Blake shrugged and said:

"This will make you look very unprofessional. Huh? Is there news so soon?"

There was a strange sound on the demon communicator beside him, which meant that there was a demon stronghold in Argus actively contacting him in reverse.

Blake grabbed the demon microphone and connected. Soon, a familiar voice sounded from the opposite side that made all the demon hunters present couldn't help cheering:

"This is the outer front of the Nasrax Fortress in the Krokuun area. I am the 'betrayer', the vanguard of the legion. I have ordered the arrest of the nearby Dread Lords, but those bastards launched a resistance to the legion.

This is enough to prove that there is something wrong in their minds!

I am now reporting to the Temple of Karabor on the Draenor Legion War Front. Please provide detailed information on the alien spies who have infiltrated the Legion's front and assist us in capturing them.

Waiting for reply. "

"Shhhhhh, be quiet, countless demons are listening."

Black turned around and made a silent movement to the Illidari who were so excited that they were about to burst into tears, but were unable to shed tears because they were blind.

He coughed twice and replied in devilish language:

"It is reported that that bastard is a very cunning bitch. He sneaked into Argus through some unknown means and is preparing a terrible conspiracy there.

Now we are interrogating his compatriots to get more information, including when and where he launched his conspiracy, and what it was.

traitor!

Did the Dreadlord you captured reveal anything noteworthy? "

"have."

The betrayer's slightly distorted voice came from the microphone, and he said in a cunning and cruel tone that a devil should have:

"According to the revelations of the suspected spy we caught, he is not alone in Argus. He also has a very dangerous weapon in his hand and is trying to wait for the right time to activate it.

But this plan requires the support of his compatriots, and is said to be to find a Legion portal that can lead directly to the world of Argus.

Or a demon warship with the coordinates of the Argus stars.

This is the information available so far.

The superiors are arriving to personally supervise the torture work. The communication ends here! "

After saying that, the communication was simply "hanged up". It should be that Illidan didn't want to waste too much time and wanted to leave his location as soon as possible.

But everyone has already received enough information.

Blake made a gesture to stop the demon hunter from charging, then swung his sword and slashed at the communicator in front of him, completely destroying it so that the demons could not track it back.

He turned back to the people behind him and said:

"Did you hear that?

We need a portal that can lead directly to Argus or capture a demon warship departing from Argus. This job is very difficult, very difficult.

But we must do it! "

"We will definitely do it!"

The sufferer Alturis said in a deep voice:

"Lord Illidan risked his life to find hope for us in the devil's stronghold. We must not let him down!"

"Well, not bad, very energetic."

The pirate praised him, and then glanced at Velen, who was frowning and discussing with Maraad in a low voice. A strange light flashed in the pirate's eyes, and he whispered to Alturis and Alantien:

"Be prepared. Maybe we will get this opportunity soon. By then, you must go all out."