Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1533 166. You can’t disturb the black dragon’s secluded life, otherwise she will eat you - more updates [2025]

Nothing exciting happened in Suramar's long night.

Blake returned to the boat and enjoyed night fishing with Maiev. Although the two of them failed to catch a fish until dawn, the pirate did not continue to complain.

In the early morning of the next day, while the political meeting of the Kingdom of Suramar was reopened in the Night Fortress, the Nagfar also carried Blake, Maiev, and Sephiel away from this ancient and mysterious coast.

Xal'atath did not come out to say goodbye, nor did he go with Black. The proud ancient lord used mysterious magic to send himself back to the continent of Northrend.

There she prepares to enter the Titan City of Ulduar with Black and a group of Titan Guardians she hates most.

For others, this journey may be salvation or awakening, but for Xal'atath, who is very vindictive, the purpose of this journey is very clear.

The enemy Yogg-Saron who had done very bad and terrible things to her was there. She must return all the anger in her heart and all the pain she had suffered to that bad ancient god.

Only such hearty revenge can completely dissipate the anger in Xal'atath's heart, and then he can embrace his new life as the supreme lord of the Swarm Empire and start a new life in another world.

Well, one who is burdened with the past cannot enjoy the present and look forward to the future.

But for Black, before he returns to Tol Barad with his harvest, he must first go to another place and collect his share of the reward.

If you calculate carefully, this transaction has been delayed for too long.

"So, our destination is Highmountain."

The pirate said to Sephiel, who had put on the first officer's uniform again and stayed behind him:

"It's up to you to take over the Nagfar and appease the stupid little Xingxing. She was demoted to second officer because of your return. This makes her feel that her increasingly successful pirate career has suffered a major blow."

"Huh? Does Little Star have any successful pirate career?"

Sephiel pushed up his first hat and said seriously:

"Isn't she just fooling around behind you?

Speaking of which, during the time I left, how many more autobiographies did she publish? Others condense their lives into writing autobiographies, but our little star writes her autobiography as a diary.

Is this really good? "

"Anyway, her fans all over the world agree. I heard that the sales of the new version of the autobiography have hit a new high because of the very popular extra chapters."

Blake pouted and said:

"That guy is really lawless. He used my story as material, but he didn't even know how to share the money he earned from writing the book with me. Damn it! I heard that she will be signing books in Ironforge in a few days.

Do I have to go to her book club meeting to hold a banner and ask for salary? Do you want to go with me? "

"It would be too embarrassing not to go."

Sephiel snorted and said:

"You should do this kind of thing yourself. Remember to wear a mask when you hold up a banner to ask for wages. Our now famous undead pirates cannot afford to lose this person.

But speaking of which, if you are going to stop at Highmountain, are you going to Thunder Totem? "

The first mate asked curiously:

“I remember that after the Highmountain Tauren and the Bloodhoof Tauren formed an alliance, they were also forming their own fleet, preparing to open a sea route from the Broken Islands to the Barrens.

Is this why you came? "

"So be it."

Blake blew out a smoke ring, leaned back on his vulgar and gorgeous golden chair, and said:

"Eudora's trading company has been helping Kane train sailors, but the tauren seem to be born on the earth, and they will be very clumsy after entering the sea.

Except for the tidal totem tauren of Magatha who were able to adapt to the sea after receiving the blessing of the water element, the other tauren clans are not suitable for long voyages.

But they are really good at it.

It is said that Eudora is recently considering recruiting a group of tauren sailors to serve as escorts for merchant ships. This suggestion was agreed by Kane and Ulan. They also hope that the young people of their tribe will go outside more and see outside the tauren society. world.

It's great, the Tauren civilization has already shown signs of its rise.

However, besides this matter this time, there is another very important matter to deal with. "

The pirate stood up, flexed his wrist and said:

"I have a treasure house in High Mountain. Let's go and see what's going on there. I don't have to stop on the coast for long. I'll be back in half a day at most."

After saying that, Blake stepped forward and pushed open the door of the captain's cabin. Soon, a clear cry sounded in the sky, and as a streak of fire streaked across the sky, the pirate disappeared into the sea.

Sephiel watched the captain leave. The shrewd and capable first mate turned to convey instructions to the ghost sailors, asking the ship to turn to the Highmountain coast, where they would temporarily dock.

Then, the first mate went to the cabin to comfort the little star who was said to be very disappointed.

But after opening the door, he saw the stupid little Xingxing lying on the bed, sleeping soundly. In the cabin, which was full of food scraps and scraps of manuscripts, there were several empty boxes of rum.

While Little Xingxing was snoring like a giant dragon, she was still holding half a bottle of wine in her hand.

This guy.

Seifer frowned and looked at Little Xingxing, who looked disappointed in his dream. She thought, this guy wouldn't be so lost just because he was demoted from his position as first officer, right?

Hey, she has so many distinguished identities, but does she only care so much about the title of the Nagfar?

"Um"

Sephiel rubbed her chin and looked at Little Xingxing who smelled of alcohol. She thought that she had to find a way to cheer this guy up again.

It's been more than a day, and Little Xingxing hasn't even written a single word in the new book. This is not like her style.

If this continues, this renowned dragon-wielding writer in Azeroth will become useless.

well.

The captain seemed to say just now that the Evil of this World needs a qualified and excellent first mate, right?

The first auxiliary dragon looked up and down at the drunk little Xingxing, and she whispered against her will:

"This guy does seem to be very qualified and excellent. With her carefree personality, she can probably get along well with those weird mechanical gnomes, right?"

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On the other side, Blake didn't know yet that his first officer was going to give up his new position to the idiot Little Star, but he felt guilty now.

Because he just cheated on Sephiel.

He didn't come to Highmountain just to see his pirate treasure trove. There were Fengling, Frostclaw and Bighorn guarding it, as well as layers of protection from Mechagon's various killing agencies, so there would be no problem at all.

Moreover, the treasure house hidden in the mountains of the High Mountains is already full, and Black is planning to borrow the Hammer of Khaz'goroth, the sacred object of the High Mountain Bulls, to completely seal the treasure house underground.

Just leave Fengling to protect you.

Frostpaw and Bighorn are ready for training and will go to Northrend with them.

The real purpose of his coming to Highmountain this time was to meet an "old friend".

"Not over there! Not that huge tauren city, we're not going there, you idiot, just follow my instructions."

Blake took out a unique piece of dragon scale that exuded a dark luster from his luggage. He followed the vibrations from the dragon scale and drove the sky around in the mountains of the High Mountains.

It took more than ten minutes to find a tauren cave that looked like a hermitage on top of the highest snow peak in this mountainous land.

It seems that there are people here for a long time. Although it is a cave, it is very warmly decorated. There are also fields in the snow valley, full of various fruits and vegetables.

There is a river not far away, and pickled fish are drying on the racks outside the cave.

Although this place is difficult to find, and the altitude is so high that ordinary people would suffer from hypoxia when they come up, it really does seem like a secluded place.

The pirate jumped off the active Firebird and gestured to it, letting it go and play with Frostclaw and Bighorn. He would take the initiative to call them when they needed to return.

The sky screamed and took off and disappeared into the clouds. It also liked this place full of natural atmosphere.

Blake walked into the tauren vegetable garden in front of him. He picked a fruit that looked like a cucumber from the vine next to it. He rubbed it in his hands and put it in his mouth. When he bit it, the juice splashed everywhere.

Then he looked around for something delicious like a melon thief.

"Melon thief! He should be beaten!"

The moment he reached out to touch the vegetable garden again, a stone whizzed over and hit Blake accurately on the forehead.

Shattering the pirate's phantom into black smoke flying all over the sky, the real Black appeared at the edge of the orchard with several large purple berries in his hand.

While wiping the fruit, which looked delicious, with his hands, he looked back at the "sneak attacker".

It was a cow man carrying a basket of herbs and wearing traditional local clothes.

Well, a female antler tauren with dark skin, but her horns grew very curved, her black braids hung down on her chest, and she held a herbalist's pathfinding staff in her hand.

Judging from the standards of the tauren, this is a beautiful woman in front of her.

Although he had never seen her before, Blake still waved and greeted the cow-man in front of him very familiarly. He winked and said:

"Hello, Countess, is it interesting to play the seclusion game here? If Lord Deathwing knew that his wife was hiding here and playing a love game with a tauren, no matter how crazy it is, it would immediately rush out of Deep Rock Continent. Come out and devour your little sweetheart."

"Shut up!"

The cow man in front of him scolded.

She sensed her surroundings, and after confirming that no one was around, she changed her body shape and let dark magic flow through the disguise around her, transforming herself back into the posture of a mature and cold elf lady.

It's still the bright red battle leather armor, still the long gray hair, still the cold and ruthless eyes, and the skin under the neck has terrible scars.

This is surprisingly the black dragon mother Sinestra who had a relationship with Blake before in the Arak Peaks in the world of Draenor.

At a moment when no one knew about it, she actually sneaked back to Azeroth, and even went to a deserted place in the High Mountains of the Broken Isles to play the game of seclusion.

But obviously, as the original Dragon Queen of Deathwing, it was impossible for Ms. Sinestra to come to this remote place without any purpose and disguise herself as an antlered tauren.

"Then, judging from your appearance, you should have found him."

Blake put the berry in his hand into his mouth, and when he bit the peel, the delicious juice flowed into his mouth. The sweet taste made his whole face light up with happiness.

Of course, it wasn't just the sweetness of the fruit that made him smile, but also the interesting story in front of him.

He winked and said to the countess:

"Look at this cozy vegetable garden and seclusion, have you already used your amazing charm to turn poor Black Horn into your servant?

Are you really going to disobey Deathwing's orders for him? "

"You don't understand anything, you're a malicious pirate who's just watching the fun!"

The Dragon Mother said with a look of disgust:

"This is not out of my private desire, this is for the continuation of the orthodox Black Dragon Legion.

I must confirm that Black Horn or Ibexian must be responsible for the ability to rebuild the Black Dragon Legion. Judging from my contact with him during this period, this guy is lucky not to be contaminated by Deathwing's madness, but he has been fighting with the Tauren all year round. Staying together makes his character too weak and kind.

He is so gentle that he doesn't look like a naturally cunning black dragon.

Frankly, this left me a bit disappointed. "

"But his pure blood is very valuable, my lord."

Blake showed an expression of "I understand everything" and said in a long voice:

"It has been several months. Are you ready to lay a batch of pure black dragon eggs? Do you need me to help you find a place to hide them?

You should know that now is not a good time to rebuild the Black Dragonflight. It is impossible for the Black Dragonflight to be properly rebuilt before Deathwing is dead.

The other dragons wouldn't allow it either. "

"Stop that nasty smile of yours, Black!"

The Dragon Mother scolded:

"I have already said that this is not due to my personal desires, but I am indeed ready to lay a batch of pure black dragon eggs."

Having said this, Countess Sinestra stroked her flat belly with a gentle gesture that made Blake feel creepy. She said:

"I don't need your help, I will bring them back to the wilds of Draenor, and I will personally find an extremely safe place for them to hatch.

The pure black dragon army will rise again in that world. As for Azeroth

If my fellow countrymen who hate us welcome us back, we will return; if they do not, we will say goodbye forever to a world that is not worth remembering.

For this matter alone, I should really thank you, pirate, for your accurate predictions have given me hope.

But I also know that you and my crazy husband will have a battle sooner or later. Don't worry, I will fulfill my promise when necessary and I will come to help you. "

"Uh, where's Noire?"

The pirate coughed and said:

"You can't just leave a 'little fresh meat' here after you've had enough fun. Once Deathwing notices the new black dragon, it will definitely search around the world, and then Black Horn will be in danger.

I mean, considering what he has done for you, you have to resolve this matter properly, right? "

"I've cast a concealment spell on him."

The Countess looked at this secluded place in the valley with some nostalgia, and she said:

"As long as he doesn't take the initiative to show his black dragon form in front of Deathwing, no one will be able to discover his strangeness. To be honest, I still enjoy the peaceful life here.

But I also know that this peace does not belong to me.

Conspiracy and darkness flow in the blood of the Presto family. That is not the result of Deathwing's shaping, but our nature.

Peace never belongs to a black dragon.

But Noire is an exception.

Help me destroy this place, pirate, I'm leaving. "

"Wait, Countess."

Blake stretched out his hand to stop Sinestra from leaving. He held his pipe in his mouth, leaned against the wooden stand in the orchard, blew out smoke rings and said:

"I need your help with something, and that's why I'm here. This is a favor that only a powerful black dragon can help me with. You don't think I've helped so much. You can offset everything by just saying thank you. ?”