Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"So, you were disfigured by the fire of the red dragon, and your life was demanded by the god of death from hell, so you had to hide your name? Go outside the boundaries of civilization and find help from the alien god of death to lift the curse, and then you can return to the world."

The small garden edge of Maris Farm.

Nathanos, who was rubbing his forehead, raised his hand and interrupted Black's description. He frowned and said:

"That doesn't sound like much of a lie, but what does that have to do with your decision to become a pirate?"

"I've already said it, the reasons are quite complicated."

Blake took out his evil skull flask from his arms and twisted open the lid.

First he glanced left and right, then poured a mouthful into his mouth.

In his field of vision, not far away under the early morning sunshine, farmers hired from Darrow County were working together to plant seeds for this fertile land.

And when the sun shines down, the dewdrops on the leaves of the farm plants will emit crystal light, which is pleasing to the eye.

The clouds of war seem to have moved away from this area.

In other words, even when the war was at its fiercest, the violent orcs could not set foot here. After all, this was the hinterland of the kingdom and the most elite area of ​​Northern Xinjiang.

The terrain is flat, fertile, suitable for farming, and covered with large forests, making this land rich in material output and able to feed many, many people.

As long as the war on the front line is completely over and the soldiers are disarmed and return to their fields, within a year or two, this place will return to its former prosperity.

This is probably the taste of peace, fascinating.

But it made Blake feel uncomfortable all over.

Too quiet.

In a very undignified posture, he relaxed his whole body, slumped on the chair, turned to Nathanos and said:

"Well, I can't tell you the reason now, but you will understand after we finish this hunt together. In fact, I found a job for you with Pope Faao.

Now, this is for you. "

He pulled out a rolled-up letter of commission from his sleeve and placed it on the table in front of Nathanos.

The latter picked it up and looked at it, and his eyes became strange.

"Did you write this yourself?"

"Yes, I wrote it myself.

But the signature is indeed that of Alonsus Fao. It was signed by the Pope himself, and with his holy light, any priest in the church can distinguish the authenticity. "

Blake breathed a sigh of relief and whispered:

"But the Pope is a stingy man. He repeatedly told us not to reveal his identity to priests below the bishop until there is a real crisis.

Once you are exposed, you lose that identity.

Really cautious.

Afraid that we would do anything wrong with his authority. "

"It says 'Templar Assassin' on it, and it also says to walk in the darkness and serve the light, which doesn't sound serious."

Maris played with the card-like letter of appointment in his hand and asked:

"So, who are the targets of these assassins who serve the Holy Light? Does your choice to become a pirate destined to be spurned have something to do with these powers?"

"Shhh"

The pirate made a silent gesture and said:

"Don't ask with words. I hope you see it with your own eyes. I will also give Xiaoer a copy of this thing. To be honest, there are not many people I can trust."

I believe in the cruel view that only friendships that have been exchanged with life are worthy of trust.

Currently, you two are the only ones who meet the requirements.

Okay, I won’t say any more unnecessary words.

I'm going back to Andorhal in the afternoon, where I'll take the gryphon to Khaz Modan. Will you go with me? "

"Aren't you afraid that I will hold you back?"

Nathanos said in a playful tone:

"After all, you are about to start the Assassin Master trial now. You are already very strong, but I am still a cripple who needs a cane to walk."

"Stop it."

The pirate waved his hand and said in a disinterested voice:

"For geniuses like you, it only takes one or two battles to earn these false reputations. There are always some guys in this world who cannot use common sense to judge.

You do.

So does Shore.

Go and pack your clothes. You can't go to the battlefield in these pajamas. "

At his urging, Nathanos entered the house, leaning on his cane.

The pirate watched him leave and whispered:

"Who doesn't know that the strength of this NPC has always been a mystery. It only takes a cutscene to jump from level 1 to level 60. Maybe in a few years, I think you will be a skeleton question mark level."

Alas, I really envy this kind of ‘ding’ service. "

"Woof woof woof"

While Blake was complaining, he suddenly heard the usually loyal and well-behaved hound Bare, roaring like crazy. He stood up and took a look at the farm lawn.

The little fishman found that it was uncomfortable to die, and he didn't know what method he used to ride on Desolate's neck, holding on to Desolate's collar with two claws.

The hound kept beating and rolling, trying to throw the little fish man off his back.

But Bulldog held on tight.

While croaking, he moved his body along with the beating of the hound.

He was really like a dog knight, being led by Desolation to run around on the grass, with most of his body flying around in the air, but he still enjoyed it.

It caused the farmers working around to whisper.

This little idiot is getting more and more naughty——

The flying speed of griffins is very fast, and it is very comfortable to ride this furry beast across long distances.

The Wildhammer dwarves made pretty good saddles for their griffins. This smart aerial beast was also well trained not to accelerate suddenly or fly very high, so as to take care of the fragile riders. .

Blake and Nathanos set off from Andorhal, the most prosperous city in the East Wilds, and flew south, passing over the Hillsbrad Hills, the Arathi Highlands, and over the wetlands that the pirates missed so much.

After carefully avoiding the ruined dwarf city of Grim Batol, which is currently occupied by the Dragonmaw Orcs, he did not take the snowy Khaz Modan, but took a detour and took the road through the dwarven territory of Loch Modan.

Finally, we arrived at the current logistics base camp of the Alliance army, a place called the Valley of the Kings.

The trip took a day and a half.

If you ride a horse, it will take at least half a month to cross half of the eastern continent.

When Black jumped off the tired griffin, he really missed the old lich's convenient and fast teleportation technique. Unfortunately, in the current city of Dalaran, two people can be transported across less than half of the city in an instant using teleportation techniques. There are also very few high-level spellcasters in the mainland.

As for the permanent portal, don't even think about it.

During the war, those permanent portals that consumed a lot of magic power had long been discontinued. Antonidas brought most of the mages to support the front line. Dalaran lacked manpower to maintain the portal.

"I think we should find a mage as a permanent teammate."

Blake changed into more low-key clothes, covered his body with a long hood, and said to the ranger next to him who was also wearing a hood:

"If you don't ask him to fight, it would be much more convenient to at least be on the road."

"You still have the nerve to say that."

Nathanos was feeling tired after a long flight. He said to Black:

"Didn't you brag that you had a fleet and a ghost ship? Wouldn't it be more comfortable to take the sea route? Where is your ship?"

"Ahem, the gryphon is pretty good too."

Blake coughed and said:

"At least you don't have to worry about being shot down by naval guns while flying, right? You heartless bastard! The poor little bird has been flying with you for more than a day, and you still complain about this and that.

Not a word of thanks.

You should let the birds drop you from the sky! "

"You were the one who complained first."

Maris snorted. After walking out of the griffin fence, he looked around and saw that the wide valley in front of him was covered with tents. Looking from this height, the tents were set up in an orderly manner.

They are separated according to different functions, like a noisy military camp.

On the mountain road behind, there is a continuous fleet of dwarf goats carrying various supplies.

It is worth mentioning that the reason why this valley is called the Valley of the Kings is because the dwarves used very exaggerated and exquisite carvings to carve statues of the two dwarf kings on the ridges on both sides at the entrance of the valley. .

These two statues are at least one hundred meters high.

One on the left and one on the right guarded the entrance to the Valley of the Kings, holding war hammers and helmets, roaring towards the barren land outside the other exit of the Valley of the Kings.

"Madoran Bronzebeard and Cadros Wildhammer, the two kings of the dwarf clans in the War of the Three Hammers."

Blake turned back to admire the mighty and exaggerated-looking statue, and then looked at the other side in the direction they were facing. He said to Nathanos beside him:

"When the dwarves carved the statues of heroes here more than two hundred years ago, they must not have imagined that more than two hundred years later, the decisive battle between humans and orcs would also be fought on the old battlefield of the War of the Three Hammers. .

I'm really glad that the orcs don't know how to engage in diplomacy.

If they charge all the way and draw the Dark Iron dwarves who live in the Blackstone Mountains of the Burning Plains as allies, we will definitely not win so easily. "

"I think things should be looked at from two sides."

Maris rubbed her chin and said to Blake:

"If the Dark Iron dwarves and the orcs join forces, then when they invade the northern border, the Wildhammer dwarves, the mortal enemies of the Dark Iron dwarves, will definitely join the alliance as soon as possible.

With the griffins of the Children of the Sky helping out, the red dragons of the orcs will not be so rampant.

You may not have to experience that 'death' before. "

"Huh? You think this is a good thing?"

Blake pouted and said:

"If I hadn't experienced that disaster, I would still be a high-ranking prince, commanding the fleet to swim on the sea all day long. You are a little ranger, and you still want to curry favor with me?

Wishful thinking. "

"That's true, my lord."

Nathanos made an exaggerated greeting. He raised his finger and said:

"So, Your Highness, can we set off now to find our friends?"

"Well, of course, my Chief Ranger General."

The pirate acted like an arrogant aristocrat, with his hands behind his back, and said to the ranger:

"Open the way ahead! Let the rest of the gang get out of the way and don't block the way of His Highness."

"Have you ever spoken so much that you deserve a beating?"

Maris complained.

Blake retorted:

"You have been with the high elves who are best at putting on pretense for so long, and you still think that I deserve to be beaten for what I say? This is already the very kind tone used by His Highness when he was young and frivolous, okay?"

The two guys just bickered all the way into the noisy and busy military camp in front of them.

Both of them have military ranks, and they are not low.

Therefore, under the leadership of the guards, we quickly found the tent camp of the Storm Kingdom's Military Intelligence Department 7. This was part of the Military Intelligence Department, so there were more guards on the outside.

Many people are busy in it, constantly collecting and releasing carrier pigeons, gathering information, and some small wizards serve them, using magic to send information to the front line or back to the rear.

"Shore!"

In the deepest tent, Blake saw his old friend sitting at the table and immersed in work. He whistled and shouted.

Shore raised his head when he heard a familiar voice, and frowned when he saw Blake.

The figure disappeared into the shadows. Blake reacted very quickly and pushed Nathanos aside.

The moment the light of the blade swayed in front of his eyes, the pirate also entered the shadow cloak. He did not draw his sword. Like two groups of beating shadows, he fought with Shore several times in a few seconds.

When the two of them got closer, it was not easy to disarm and knock the dagger out of Shore's hand.

But Shore did not stop attacking and continued to hit with his fists in silence.

At the same time, he whispered to Blake:

"There are a lot of people here, you know?"

Blake understood instantly.

He waved his hand and slapped Xiaoer on the face. This seemed to anger Xiaoer, making him attack more fiercely, and the pirates responded in kind.

Maris, who was watching this scene, had a puzzled look on his face, and then he saw Blake blinking at him. The next moment, this guy shouted in a long voice:

"Hey, you two, stop fighting! If you want to fight, why don't you find a spacious place?"

"It's easy to get hurt by accident, bastard!"