Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"When that pretentious human sergeant sent something over, I kept emphasizing to him that we couldn't contact you. But he stubbornly said that you would definitely come and pick it up.

I also left a special letter for you. "

Talma, the dwarf quartermaster, was leading the way drunkenly. She said to the pirates very boldly:

"Thank you, Mr. Black, for coming here tonight. Otherwise, early tomorrow morning, I would have followed the army to support the front line, and your package would have been left gathering dust here for a long time.

Come with me and I'll give it to you right now. "

Blake nodded and said goodbye to the few dwarves next to him. He also picked up Wu Mi San Dao, who had secretly drank, and the drunken fishman who had started to fight drunkenly on the spot. He followed the quartermaster to the castle warehouse.

After taking a few steps, he turned around and scanned around the carnival bonfire party, and asked casually:

"Why don't you see Greif Crazyheart? Has that good hunter gone to fight? He also taught me some hunting skills before."

"Griff left more than a month ago."

Talma Stormpike was walking crookedly while still drinking beer. This female dwarf drank wine as generously as those men.

She responded to Blake's question by saying:

"Gref is a very famous mountain ranger and musketeer among us Bronzebeard dwarves. He was seconded to Marshal Lothar's vanguard army as a scout captain.

It is estimated that we have reached the Burning Plains now.

With a good hunter like him, the orcs are doomed. "

"Really? But I always feel that Greif is mysterious."

Black whispered something, which immediately attracted Talma's approval. The female Stormpike quartermaster also complained after drinking:

"It's not just you, everyone thinks Greif is very mysterious! He often goes hunting alone with his bear. He goes there for several days and never comes back with prey.

However, some people say that Greif was seen drinking with old Hemet in Ironforge before, so it is understandable that he got into some bad habits.

Do you know old Hemet? "

"Know."

Blake hit the head of the drunken and croaking little fish-man in his arms, and praised again:

"Hemet Nesingwary, a dwarf, no, one of the most powerful hunters in the entire Azeroth. It is said that no matter how powerful the beast is, it cannot escape the gun of old Nesingwary.

I heard that he has a son who also likes hunting? "

"Yes, the dwarves of the Nesingwari family are born to hunt. Before the war began, old Hemet searched for terrifying legendary beasts throughout the eastern continent to satisfy his hunting desire.

But after the war began, the old dwarf turned his guns on the green-skinned invaders.

He didn't escape from Khaz Modan at all. He hunted those greenskins in the snowy mountains like a wild beast, blowing their heads off one after another!

He is a real hero. "

While Talma Stormpike was rummaging through Black's package in a warehouse filled with various boxes, she babbled to the pirate waiting at the door:

"In the past few years, there have definitely been more than a thousand greenskins killed by old Hemet's guns! He destroyed a whole clan of orcs by himself!

Seriously, Black, you, an Alliance warrior who also likes hunting, must find time to visit old Hemet.

Please help me get an autograph!

Want three!

My parents and I are big fans of the old Hemet! We have read every one of his autobiographies! "

"Oh, yes, in addition to being a legendary hunter, the old dwarf is also a famous writer. I almost forgot."

Blake laughed.

A few minutes later, the drunkard quartermaster finally found Blake's package in a cabinet, blew the ashes on it, and handed it to Blake.

Then he lay down on the table and fell asleep.

Every dwarf is an alcoholic. They are either drinking alcohol or are on the road to alcoholism!

There is no distinction between men and women.

Blake shook his head helplessly, reached for the package and opened it. It was an exquisite box. After opening it, there was a red orb the size of the palm of his hand.

There's magic flowing through it, it's a magic item.

The shape of the orb made Blake's eyes light up. He took the thing in his hand and glanced at the new entry in the equipment column of the character card:

Orb of Deception

Excellent quality

Comes with magic:

Deceitful Appearance: Cast a special camouflage spell on yourself to change your appearance. The magic can be canceled proactively while it lasts. When subjected to a powerful magic attack, there is a certain chance that the camouflage spell will fail.

The effect of camouflage lasts for one day and the cooling time is three days.

This thing didn't have any attribute entries. Like the previous Tide Spell, there was only a solidification magic on it, but it made Blake very happy.

He stroked the magic orb with magic flowing inside.

Thoughts in mind:

"This Auriden is unexpectedly reliable. He is worthy of being a branch of the royal family. Everything he finds is useful, and his family is very rich. I originally thought that I would have nothing to do with him in the future.

Tsk tsk, now it seems that it is a rare thing. "

After the pirate assassinated the sword master Old Dar before, when he stayed in Steinblade City, he conveniently helped his "friend" Auriden Perenold do a "private job".

The remuneration was negotiated before the action. The somewhat cowardly and cunning human aristocrat did not have the guts to be greedy for the remuneration of a shadow walker.

However, that guy is indeed a careerist.

Although he is still a little immature and does not have much strength under his command, his ambitions have grown. Along with the Orb of Deceit, there was a brief letter.

In the letter, Oriden entrusted Blake with another private job.

"You want to hire me to assassinate the nobles of the royal family of the Kingdom of Alterac again. Are you planning to seize the throne of the king? It's really a simple and crude strategy.

By killing all the other heirs, he can successfully ascend to the throne as a side branch. "

After Blake read the letter, he grinned and planned to tear up the letter.

He is no longer interested in this private life.

Are you kidding me?

Now that Black has a small pirate fleet under his command, he wants to start his own business on the sea and has no time to play this kind of political assassination game with an ambitious man.

However, before tearing the letter into pieces, the pirate suddenly rolled his eyes.

He doesn't have time for this.

But there was someone beside him who had the ability to help him get it done.

"My butler, are you there?"

Black called.

Soon, Moros emerged from the shadows around him. The undead butler rubbed his head and said:

"These dwarves are so noisy."

"I quite like their straightforward temper. It's easy to make friends with dwarves, and you rarely have to worry about being backstabbed by them. Their brains full of muscles rarely have such complex thoughts."

The pirate laughed, handed the letter in his hand to Moros, and said:

"Take a look at this. Do you know anything about the royal bloodline of the Kingdom of Alterac?"

"There are some."

Moros took the letter, read it, and said:

"As a steward of an upper-class person, it is a basic skill to know the important families and their members in various countries. When Master Medivh was young, he had ceremonial exchanges with the great nobles of the seven human kingdoms. .

But the Kingdom of Alterac is an exception.

Although they enjoy the title of king, the royal family still cannot get rid of the habits of businessmen, so they are rarely invited to banquets by Master Medivh.

However, the great nobles of the Kingdom of Alterac, the Barov family, are also an exception. That family is an ancient family, and their current head, Old Count Barov, was also invited to Karazhan for a banquet.

But Master Medivh didn't think highly of him.

I remember that he once commented that Old Count Barov's fear of death had exceeded the moral bottom line and would eventually lead him to do terrible things in the future. "

"Well, this assessment is so accurate."

Blake nodded with deep understanding. He waited for Moros to finish reading the letter, and then said to him:

"Auriden Perenold is a young man who is very ambitious and has certain abilities, but there is an element of cowardice and hypocrisy in his character. It is difficult for him to achieve great things.

However, if he is given a certain amount of help, he can also become a partner of the Undead Fleet in the Alterac Kingdom, which will be in chaos in the future.

He can be the second albatross in my hands.

So, I decided to send you to help him. "

The pirate took out the weak Skull of Gul'dan from his bag, played with it in his hands, and said to Moros:

“King Aiden of the Kingdom of Alterac, because he foolishly surrendered to the Horde at the wrong time, almost led to the fall of the city of Lordaeron and plunged the Alliance into irreversible danger.

He has now become a sinner of the alliance, and everyone hates traitors!

Marshal Lothar is currently commanding the army on the front line to pursue the remnants of the tribe.

Terenas II is coordinating the military affairs of the entire alliance from the rear. In the near future, with the great victory of repelling the Horde, it is inevitable that the reputation of the Kingdom of Lordaeron among humans will reach its peak.

Terenas II, who is now quite powerful, must have imprisoned the "traitor" Aiden in the palace of Alterac, and is only waiting for a victory to launch a liquidation against Aiden.

That family will likely be disinherited, so you can help Auriden clear out his rivals and form his little power.

But be careful not to get too involved in the succession of the kingdom that is about to be in chaos.

In that country, there are some shadows that have long existed, which are quite terrifying forces. We must be careful to avoid contact with them.

In one month, no matter what the outcome is, you must go to Tol Barad to join me. "

The undead butler nodded.

He waved the letter in his hand and said:

"Does this kind of help start with assassination?"

"No, this assassination is just your resume, Mr. Moross, to join the Assassin Club of Ravenholdt. They are very strict in selecting people."

Black held the Skull of Gul'dan in his hand and said to Moros:

"I believe that my butler will not let me down, but in order to make it easier for you to complete these 'jobs' that you were not good at before, I will give you some help.

Come, hold it. "

The undead butler glanced at Gul'dan's Skull, and without much hesitation, he reached out and took off his gloves, revealing his hands that had been weathered by white bones, and placed them on the skull.

As Blake activated the remaining shadow magic in his skull, those powers entangled Moros's undead body.

Just like how he gained the Shadow Affinity talent, give Moros the same power.

“It will make you walk more quietly in the shadows, and it will make it easier for you to feel the tolerance and caress of the shadows. You need to sense the rhythm of the shadows and learn to live in them instead of fighting against them.

That is the basis for becoming a high-level assassin. "

The pirate imparted his experience to him. After the shadow magic was absorbed by Moros, he took out an elf gold coin, put it in the butler's hand, and said:

"You are already the body of the undead, so naturally you are not afraid of death. But this gold coin can bring you some 'good luck' or bad luck, but don't rely too much on it.

I'm sorry to have you do this work in the dark for me, my butler.

But after all, Medivh and I are different. I am not as talented as him. Every victory and every bit of my strength must be obtained carefully.

My current group of incompetent subordinates may have strength, but they lack wisdom.

It is difficult for them to move freely in the current eastern continent. "

Blake said softly:

"If you feel that such a job takes away from the duties of a housekeeper, Mr. Moross, you may choose to refuse."

"No, sir."

Moros put the elf gold coin into his pocket.

He elegantly put the gloves back on his hands, straightened his tuxedo, and replied:

“A qualified butler will never refuse a job assigned by his master. The disappointment in the master’s eyes is the greatest shame in a butler’s life.

I have served Master Medivh for nearly fifty years, and I have never let him down.

I won't let you down either, Mr. Drake, that's my obsession as a butler.

No matter the time, you can trust your butler.

The job may be hard, but it is challenging.

There is nothing better than using it as the starting point for my second life as a housekeeper, just like the difficult time when I came to live with the eccentric master Medivh. "

"I'm going to perform my job. I may not be able to be by your side for a while. Please take care of yourself."

Moros took a step back and disappeared quietly into the shadows. He said softly:

"Now, please allow me to excuse myself, sir."