Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In the heart of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, at the junction of Stratholme and East Weald, on the banks of the Sodorir River, beside a farm, a postman had just finished delivering the letter and left on horseback.

Before the ringing of the horse's bells dissipated, there was the sound of the roaring of hounds.

A tiger-headed Royal Hound of Gilneas jumped out of the house, jumped in the air with great agility, and threw the fat pigeon that was sitting on the railing to the ground.

But it did not regard the pigeon as food.

It knows very well that it is home-raised, and its owner likes these flying birds very much. The loyal hound was just playing with it, but unfortunately it frightened the pigeon.

When the hound's claws were released, the poor dove flapped its wings and flew away.

"Quiet and deserted."

A gentle voice sounded from the house, and the hound that was about to chase the pigeons immediately stopped where it was. Soon, a young man wearing a coat and holding a cane walked out of the farm house.

"Another letter has arrived. It may be a battle report."

Nathanos Maris, who had been recovering at home for nearly two months due to illness, stretched his shoulders. He leaned on a cane and took his hound to the farm mailbox.

The farmers nearby knew that the owner of this small farm was a war hero. They heard that the young man killed a terrible orc lord on the battlefield and received praise from the kings and Marshal Lothar.

Therefore, when they pass by, they will always deliberately say hello to this young man.

Not to please.

It's just a simple thanks and respect for such brave people fighting on the front lines to protect them and their property from being poisoned by the orcs.

Maris greeted the passing farmers in a friendly manner and took the letter out of the mailbox. As he walked back with his hound, he looked down at the letter in his hand.

"The Alliance Army News, the dinner invitation from the Barov family, the invitation to the Hand of Tyr's recruit camp, and eh?"

Nathanos held the last letter in his hand, looking a little surprised.

Because the signature of the letter was written in elven script, and Juanxiu's handwriting was very familiar. He looked around, and like a thief, he put the letter in his hand under his nostrils and smelled it.

There was no scent.

Think about it too.

This letter was delivered by the postman. It took a day or two to get here from Quel'Thalas. There was no way the scent would remain on it.

Maris suddenly felt that his behavior was a bit obscene. He stood up straight in a hurry, coughed lightly, held the letter in his hand as if nothing had happened, and quickly returned to the room with his cane.

He specifically asked Zhong Wuwu to guard the door, then he pulled out a chair, sat down, and opened the envelope.

The military newspaper with military information, the sincere invitation from the largest noble nearby, and the letter from the new military camp asking him to teach archery were all put aside, and he picked up the elf letter first.

But after opening the envelope, Maris was stunned.

It's empty!

Someone took the letter away!

In the few minutes between the postman putting the letter in the mailbox and himself going to pick it up, someone tampered with it under the surveillance of Desolation!

this.

Nathanos's expression changed rapidly.

But then, he quietly stood up, stretched out, and pretended to pour a pot of tea. As he approached the dining table, the human ranger's hand gently twitched under the dining table.

Then, he froze in place again.

I obviously put a musket here.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

A hoarse voice sounded behind Maris. The moment the ranger turned around, he threw the letter opener in his hand using a standard fatal throwing technique.

Urgent and fast.

The narrow sharp blade whizzed towards the person behind him.

The hound guarding the door also opened the door and rushed over with a roar. At the same time, Maris twisted the cane in his hand slightly, and with the sound of the blade being unsheathed, a cane sword jumped into his hand.

Like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, it swung its sword edge and thrust it out behind him.

"boom"

The slender blade of the beating staff sword was pushed away by a finger with shadow, and the letter cutter thrown by the ranger was hit in the air by the flying knife made of shadow.

The hound that pounced on was still showing its fierce look in mid-air, but when it landed, it rolled over and squatted nimbly on the ground.

It recognized the guy sitting in the chair.

It recognized that it was its owner's friend.

It even remembers its owner and when it was injured, it was this guy who took care of them.

Maris also recognized the person.

"Blake! Are you back?"

"Of course I'm back. I came all the way to see my friend, but I was almost stabbed to death by your sword."

Blake, who was sitting on the chair behind him, put aside the musket with the bullets removed from his hand, and looked at his little dress with a hole in it with distress.

He said in a very dissatisfied tone:

"I just made this dress the day before yesterday. I spent a lot of money on it. You ruined it as soon as I wore it. You have to compensate me! Big farmer."

"It's not my fault, friend."

Nathanos put away his staff and sword in embarrassment. He opened his arms to Black and said:

"You can knock on the door and come in, but you insist on playing this Ravenholdt game with me. I didn't let Desolation bite your hand off, which is already a great honor to you."

"Ha, after two months of rest, my skills haven't improved much, but my oral skills have improved, right? So sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued."

The pirate stood up, laughed and hugged the ranger in front of him gently.

He said in Nathanos's ear:

"Take your fingers out of my pocket. The letter Lady Sylvanas wrote to you is not there."

"ah"

The ranger screamed in pain, took his fingers out of Black's coat pocket, and shook them up and down, but the little fishman biting his hand refused to let go.

It looked like he was going to bite off the hand of this guy who dared to disturb his sleep.

"Ha ha ha ha"

The unscrupulous pirate laughed so hard when he saw this scene.

He sat back on the chair and whistled. Only then did Benbolba let go. He jumped deftly on the ground, jumped back into the pirate's arms, and quickly climbed onto his shoulders.

The little guy sat there, stretched out in a humane manner, and glared at Nathanos with his big eyes.

Blake, on the other hand, took out a folded piece of letter paper from his arms.

He put the letter paper under his nose, sniffed it gently, glanced at Nathanos, and said in an exaggerated tone:

"The aroma of black roses probably comes from the flowers in the Windrunner Manor. High elves like to add these things to the ink to show their unique taste.

These elves are just hypocritical.

And as far as I know, in the culture of the elves, different fragrances represent different meanings. Tsk tsk tsk, black rose."

"give it to me!"

Nathanos threw away his cane and quickly reached out to grab the letter.

But he was dodged by the pirate more nimbly. Like a monkey, he stood up on the chair, turned over lightly, and jumped into the shadow before landing.

The next moment, the pirate's voice came from the shadow, right in this room, but his specific location could not be touched.

"My dear apprentice:"

"I am very happy to hear that you have recovered from your injuries, and I eagerly hope to see you again in Yongsong Forest. The orcs have destroyed this place very seriously, and the Sun King has sent elite rangers to support the war.

I need everyone here who is willing to contribute to Quel'Thalas, and I know you do too."

Blake's Salas language skills were not very good.

When I read the letter, I couldn't pronounce it with the elegant accent of the high elves, which had several twists and turns. Naturally, it didn't have the air of indifference with a touch of friendship.

But just as he read the beginning, he saw Nathanos pick up a unique golden war bow from the cupboard with a frosty look on his face.

There are shield-shaped handguards, and the bow is spread out like a phoenix with wings. It is very beautifully made, and it is painted in gold-red. The most terrible thing is that a magic binding arrow has been attached to the bow string.

"Shua"

The pirate emerged from the shadows. He made a surrender gesture and said to Maris:

"Okay, okay, I was wrong. I shouldn't have made fun of the goddess in your heart, my brother. But you are really a lucky cripple. You are far away from your hometown, and there is a beauty who sent you a letter."

"I really want to shoot your head off with an arrow."

Nathanos hated the cheap pirates with a passion.

But in the end, the bowstring was still not drawn.

He put the bow aside, stretched out his hand to avoid the piece of letter paper, carefully folded it, put it in his arms, glared at the innocent-looking pirate again, and said:

"Where have you been in the past two months? I entrusted Ravenholdt to find traces of you, but the Assassin's League, with its vast power, unexpectedly turned back the entrustment.

They can't find you. Have you gone outside the borders of civilization? "

"What happened to me in the past two months is too complicated to talk about."

Blake shrugged, took out the gloomy Skull of Gul'dan from his large backpack, put it in his hand and rubbed it up and down. Nathanos's eyes immediately narrowed.

This was an orc skull, and the magic and evil energy floating on it gave him a bold guess.

"You hunted Gul'dan?"

Maris asked, and the pirate spread his hands and made a "guess" gesture.

"I even brought you a gift."

Blake didn't want to say too much on this issue, so he took out a large magic suitcase from his luggage and placed it on the dining table with a bang.

The table shook under the pressure, which showed that this thing was very heavy.

He opened the box, caressed the two head-sized things inside, then turned the box around, pushed it to Maris, who looked surprised, and said:

"A giant beast egg from outside the borders of civilization. I asked a friend to get it. I don't know if it can be hatched. If you don't want it, you can fry it now.

I mean it.

I've come all the way from Andorhal and haven't had breakfast yet, so I'm going to be a little hungry. "

Nathanos didn't answer.

He stretched out his hand and touched the surface of the Devilsaur egg. A stream of light green energy seeped out from his palm, seeming to be communicating with the life being hatched inside.

After a few minutes he opened his eyes and said to Blake:

"It can be hatched. Its vitality is very tenacious. It will definitely become the real king of beasts in the future. Maybe I should take it to Quel'Thalas, where more magic power can make it grow healthier.

Thank you, Blake.

I love this gift. "

"I'm warning you."

Black slapped the table, pointed at Nathanos and said:

"If you dare to transfer the things I gave you to Sylvanas, I will definitely not spare you! That girl cannot control such a wild creature.

The elves' aesthetics probably wouldn't like it either. "

"how could be?"

Maris laughed twice with an embarrassed expression. He glanced out the window and said:

"You must not have stopped by to see me, right?"

"Look at what you said, it hurts my heart. Can't I just come here to see my friends?"

Blake walked to Maris' kitchen very familiarly and made himself a sandwich. He played with the knife in his hand and said:

"Well, I do need your help with something. I took a job from the church to track down a dangerous person, and I plan to call Xiaoer together.

But there was some trouble between me and his fierce grandma.

Shore won't necessarily help me.

He is afraid of his grandma. The poor child has been affected by the shadow since he was a child.

Also, there is something else I want to tell you.

I."

Blake put down the knife, picked up the sandwich, and put it in his mouth. He didn't look back and said vaguely:

"Now a pirate."

"Before I was a pirate, I was a prince. I'm from Kul Tiras."

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