Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1381 14. I have made meritorious service to the church! I shed my blood for the Holy Light! I want to see Fao! 【1520】

Putting aside the "gathering of evildoers" on Hissaly Black Crow's side, the stinking pirate Black had left Gilneas and entered Lordaeron less than half an hour later.

The sky carried him all the way across the lackluster night in the East Wilder region below. Except for big cities like Andorhal, which were dotted with lights at night, everything else was pitch black.

The smelly pirate flew silently over the military facilities along the way, and it was not difficult for him to find that military camps of all sizes in the Kingdom of Lordaeron were generally lacking in armaments.

Judging from the clues caught by Blake, at least one-third of the soldiers in Lordaeron are not in their own camp. You can tell where they were sent by just thinking about it.

"It seems that Old Terenas is determined to make a career in Northrend."

Blake rubbed his chin and thought:

"Old K, the former partner of the Uncrowned in the Borean Tundra, the Clam Master, sent news that the army in Zhiyuan County was gathering, and Lordaeron's cavalry and infantry regiments also appeared in the Grizzly Hills.

Is this a plan to expand the colony?

Or are you planning to sneak attack the undead fleet's stronghold from land? With their speed of action and deployment efficiency, military mobilization of this scale must be determined at least six months in advance.

In other words, regardless of whether the undead pirates are in the North Sea or not, Lordaeron will open up Northrend after the end of the Orc War. I was just unlucky to encounter this.

whispering sound.

What a hassle. "

The pirate curled his lips, but then revealed a weird smile at the corner of his mouth.

The four forces of Lordaeron, Stromgarde, Gilneas, and Quel'Thalas could never have imagined what they would encounter in Northrend.

They thought they were just going to compete with the undead fleet that dominated the frozen sea.

This simplifies the problem.

But now that all armies have been deployed in various areas of Northrend, even if the kings sense the danger and want to retreat, it is already too late.

With Lothar's war efficiency, they might already be preparing to attack Zul'Drak.

Once the Undead War fully begins in the continent of Northrend, whether the human army that was accidentally involved in it can escape unscathed will all depend on whether the Holy Light protects them.

Gee, I’m really desperate when I think about it.

The smelly pirate gave a weird laugh and no longer paid attention to the great changes that were about to take place in the North Sea. He patted Qianqiong's burning neck and let the firebird speed up again.

Ten minutes later, the stinking pirate arrived among the mountains in the Stratholme area. He immediately saw the Holy Light's Hope Chapel standing at the foot of the Eagle's Nest Mountains not far below.

This holy place of the Holy Light Church in northern Xinjiang shines brightly in the night. Not only is the quaint church itself lit with fire outside its outline, reflecting the darkness.

There are also lights beating in the buildings around the church.

Even at night, there is still an endless stream of believers visiting the Holy Land. In order to ensure the safety of believers during their pilgrimage, the Holy Light Church even specially built a building on the mountain road leading from the East Weald area to the Holy Light's Hope Chapel. Several guard towers.

Paladins patrol between the guard towers every day, escorting believers to the Holy Land.

In the valley south of the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, there is also a war fortress "Hand of Tyr" built specifically for paladins and priests. It is the headquarters of the Knights of the Silver Hand and is also the paladin training of human civilization. field.

The most exaggerated thing is that not even Terenas Menethil, the king of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, has the authority to command the tens of thousands of warriors in the Hand of Tyr Fortress.

Although they are in the land of Lordaeron, they are essentially an armed force of faith formed in the name of the Holy Light and are not restricted by mortal power.

This exaggerated configuration represents that perhaps in other areas of the kingdom, royal power is undoubtedly a symbol of majesty, but in Stratholme, the divine right of faith is the mainstream here.

Hisari Black Crow once ridiculed that human civilization only has the conflict between kingship and divine power. Miss Black Crow's words are really not groundless nonsense.

In the eyes of the elves, human civilization has really big problems.

Now it is royal power and divine power that maintain the balance.

But once there is an imbalance between the two, there is no need for external enemies to oppress them. Both the faith sect and the ruling sect within mankind can beat out their own dog brains.

Of course, from the perspective of the stinky pirate, the biggest reason why the king and the church can still maintain harmony at this time is not how tolerant the kings are, but purely because the leader of the church, Alonsos Fao, is wise enough.

Although the old pope is not involved in politics, he really knows how to find a balance between royal power and faith.

If nothing else, being able to make a powerful creature like old Tenaris tolerate the existence of the Knights of the Silver Hand who "follow orders but not propaganda" already shows how superb the old Pope's art of serving water is.

"If it weren't for the fact that his whole body was affected by one hair, Alonsos Faol would actually be a very suitable sword wielder for Frostmourne."

As the sky descended from the sky to the ground, Blake, whose blond hair was blown around by the night wind, whispered:

“Of course he is not as powerful as Velen, but if I were Emperor Denathrius, I would definitely include him as a candidate.

Lothar's resurrection has caused a huge psychological blow to the human warriors, but if Faol becomes the Lich King, the pillars of faith of the entire human civilization will definitely collapse. "

"But can you do it? You duplicitous little master."

Xal'atath snorted disdainfully and whispered in Blake's ear:

"Don't think I don't know. The relationship between you and old Faao is very subtle. You regard him as a confidant, and he is always keenly aware of the deep meaning behind your series of actions.

If I weren't convinced that you are Dai Lin's heir, I would even think that the two of you are more like relatives.

The most important thing is that you always remember the selfless protection and help that old man Faao gave you when you were at your weakest.

Without the secret support of this kind but pragmatic old man, you would never have become so powerful in just two or three years. "

"Yes, I am a grateful person."

Blake pouted and said:

"I even want to sing a song for my dear Faao. Ahem, listen to me and say thank you~ Because of you, I have warmed Black Shaw's four seasons~"

"vomit"

Dark Essence made a vomiting sound effect, and she said:

"I know that you have a good personal relationship with old man Faao, but you should be prepared to wake up, little master.

After the incident in North County is over, no matter what old Faao thinks of you in his heart, on the surface he must adopt an attitude that is irreconcilable with you.

If you don't fight your way to Light's Hope Chapel, be prepared to get beat up.

However, we have other options."

Xal'atath sneered and said:

"The mantid empire has begun to multiply in the wilds of Gorgrond in Draenor. Their faith and devotion have allowed the Heart of Darkness to thrive and recover. I now have a lot of power at my disposal.

So, is a spiritual plague going to break out in the heart of the Holy Light camp? Little master, you know that as long as you give an order, I can make this sacred place full of filth.

Come on, come on, I know it's going to be fun.

You're looking forward to it too, right?

My evil little master. "

"No, I'm not looking forward to seeing the ugly state of the Paladins after they've fallen. It's boring."

The pirate snorted, and lightly jumped off the Firebird's saddle as he flew around in the sky. The moment he landed, he brushed his long golden hair and said to Xal'atath:

"You'd better be calm, my dark little girlfriend, recharge your batteries and stop causing trouble. When the Gilneas incident is over, we will go to Zandalar.

I heard Old Gani say that the situation there is already very bad, and the time has come to fish in troubled waters. "

"Hey, I'll just believe you for once."

The arrogant elder sister Xalatath snorted, gave her little master a passionate kiss at the soul level, and chuckled maliciously:

"Look, the Paladins are coming! They look very angry. They want to beat you, little master."

"If they dare not, they don't dare, believe me."

The pirate laughed and stood there with his hands on his hips, allowing a dozen paladins to surround him from all directions. The bad guy even had the time to ogle at the angry female knights in front of him.

However, the expression of Old Fording, who led the team, was not so good.

"The old knight wants to beat you! I can hear the clenching of his fists from so far away, but I'm not going to help you. I'm leaving here. I'm not interested in Gilneas at all. .

I want to wear my beautiful evening dress and go around Zandalar. If you encounter any trouble, don't come to me. Don't disturb the vacation I gave myself. Let's see you in Zandalar. "

Xalatas blew a breathy kiss, and then quickly left Black's body. She really ran away, leaving the weak and helpless pirate alone surrounded by a group of paladins.

Gee, what a heartless woman.

"Drop your weapons! Take him at your wits' end! Black Shaw!"

Old Fording grabbed his war hammer and scolded:

"How dare you, an evil person, set foot on this holy land of holy light!"

"But I don't have a weapon."

Black looked at his empty hands, and his action of raising his hands made the vigilant and stressed paladins around him take a step back.

It's as if this hateful guy can shoot out destructive death rays from his fingers or eyes at any time.

Well, don't doubt it, Blake can do it.

"I came to see His Holiness the Pope and confess my sins before him."

The stinky pirate made a very sincere expression. He stroked his heart and said in a melancholy tone as showy as a castrated male singer:

"Although I have become so evil, even though I have fallen into the abyss of darkness, my heart still beats only for the glory of the Holy Light. I can even let you tie me up and send me to you as a trophy.

Of course, I have a small request. "

Blake raised his hands in a French military salute of obedience.

He winked at old Fording and said:

"You must be gentle when you tie me up. My skin is so delicate. It would be bad if I leave scars. If possible, let Miss Partrice behind you be my 'temporary warden' Bar.

I don't mean anything else, I just don't like other stinky men touching me. "

"you"

Seeing Black's "relentless" look, Old Fording was a little unsure of the bastard's purpose, and he could also feel the nervousness of the paladins around him.

No one could remain calm in the face of Black Shaw, especially after what he did at Northshire Abbey.

The paladins were all holding fire in their hearts.

But they had to act cautiously when facing the pirate in front of them.

"Priest Partrice, watch him!"

Old Fording handed a pair of magic-forbidden shackles to Pastor Partrice behind him, and he whispered:

"I want to report this matter to Your Majesty first. If he makes any changes, let him do it. You can't stop him, and neither can I. Calm down and don't increase casualties."

"Um."

The long-legged priest nodded.

She had become an official priest, but she was still deeply impressed by Black Shaw. Although this sincere priest was a little uneasy, he still stepped forward with shackles in hand.

Black obediently stretched out his hand in front of him and allowed Partrice to put on the demonic shackles on him.

He looked at the beautiful long-legged priest in front of him and joked in a low voice:

"Hey, don't shake your hands. You fastened the third ring incorrectly. This will reduce the restraining effect of the standard magic-forbidden shackles produced in Dalaran by at least one-third.

Is this your first time doing something like this? "

"Shut up!"

It was only when Partrice was reminded that she realized that she had mistaken the lock of the shackles. She glared at Blake, cuffed Blake's wrists again, and whispered with a slight blush on her cheeks:

"Unfortunately, I thought you were a neutral and brave man before, but looking at what you did in North County, you are the most hateful bastard born in human civilization.

How dare you come here so arrogantly?

Do you really think that the Holy Light will tolerate your evil deeds? "

Faced with this accusation, Black rolled his eyes. Under the vigilant guard of a group of paladins, he moved his nose and sniffed next to Partrice. He whispered:

"Whether the Holy Light will tolerate me, I don't know, but you have to tolerate me. Speaking of which, are you also preparing to make your own prayer staff?

I smell the divine eye on you. It seems that you have a good personal relationship with my ship's doctor.

In addition, we also spent a "good time" together in Kul Tiras before, so I decided to give you a "surprise", my dear "Silver Priest" Ms. Partrice. "

The smelly pirate lowered his voice, glanced around, and said in a whisper:

"Don't act abnormal, listen to me! Concentrate the power of the Holy Light, turn it into the most intense and holy punishment, and let the second Paladin behind you on the left to hit you."

"Why are you trying to trick me again? You bad guy!"

Of course, it was impossible for Partrice to obey Black's command. She glared at the smelly pirate with her big beautiful eyes and anger.

The latter shrugged, and while Partrice stared at him in astonishment, he gently pulled his hands. The shackles that could seal the magic power were quietly opened in his hands and hit the ground.

As if they were holding him hostage, the pirates held the long-legged priest in place in a cross-shaped posture amidst the roars of the surrounding paladins.

Then he raised his left hand and threw an urgent and fast shadow flying knife towards a paladin with a Chinese character face behind him who was shining with holy light all over his body.

It was entwined with the divine power of the void, and when it was shot, it brought out a faint purple stream of light, making the paladin completely unable to resist it, and could only call on the holy light to gather into a holy shield.

But the distance is too short.

Before the holy light gathered, the shadow flying knife pierced his head.

As everyone watched in stunned silence, the guy who was attacked turned into little bats flying all over the sky in the shattering blood, howling and escaping into the dark night shrouded in holy light.

This scene made everyone froze in place, and Blake could clearly feel the young but mature and hot body of Partrice, who was being held hostage by him, trembling at that moment.

He grinned and said in the ear of the young silver priest:

"Guess, you depraved little girl, who among the people around us is pretending to be Nasrezim? Just a friendly reminder.

At least there is one demon hiding among you. "

Although Blake's words were muffled, there was no doubt that they were heard by everyone around him.

So in the next moment, under the pirate's amused gaze, the weapons that were originally aimed at him were pointed at everyone around him by the paladin.

"This is my response to your previous question, my dear Miss Partrice, where demons can come freely, why can't I come?"

Blake let go of the held silver priest, spread his hands and sneered.

He said:

"Believe me, I really don't come here with any ill intentions. I just want to show you my sincerity, my dear Fa'ao Crown Prince.

Do you know how much courage it takes for me, a guy ranked fifth on the Burning Legion's bounty list, to walk into a place that is like a sieve infiltrated by demons like this?

Rounding it all off, it’s no different from me walking into Argus alone. "