Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The Undead Fleet set out from the coast near Amber Cliff and sailed along the coastline of the Borean Tundra. It took three days to reach Lordaeron's colony on the Northrend continent.

A place called Zhiyuan County.

It is located in the eastern part of the Borean Tundra.

It is just across the entire tundra from Kaudala Island. Looking towards the colony from the ship, the drunken pirates can clearly see a large area of ​​cultivated farmland and manor.

Because this place has not been affected by the war, the people's livelihood in Zhiyuan County even seems to be much neater than that in the old continent. You can still see some northern Xinjiang human-style towns high on the coast, as well as a village built in a natural bay. City.

The city wall made of stone protects the port and pier. Soldiers on the wall can still be vaguely seen, as well as several merchant ships on the pier.

"This colony is really well run."

Sitting high on the stern of the Nagfar, Black held up half a bottle of wine and said to the first mate Seifer next to him:

"It reminds me of Kul Tiras' arrangement on some islands in the South China Sea. The royal family of Lordaeron must have sent people to inspect the colonies of Kul Tiras, and they also spent a lot of energy to maintain their rule here."

"It doesn't matter how good it is."

The first parasaurus didn't care about the scenery of the colony in front of her. She wore a pirate hat and an eye patch to cover her left eye. She put her hands on her hips and said to her captain:

"When the undead natural disaster comes, this place will become the front line against the undead. The more prosperous it is now, the more regrettable it will be when it is destroyed in the future.

Unless, captain, you are so powerful that you can prevent the Lich King from falling from the sky in a few years. "

"Well, we can't do it yet."

Blake laughed, took another sip of wine, and said leisurely:

"But it takes time for the Lich King's power to grow. As long as we control it well, we can prevent the natural disaster from fully expanding as you and I remember.

The entire continent of Northrend has been barbaric for hundreds of thousands of years. How many people can this continent support?

Counting those who died in the past, there are not as many people as there are in a human country.

The Lich King dug them all out to no avail. As long as natural disasters do not land on the eastern continent, and the undead souls with insufficient natural resources are trapped and die in the north, they will be a separatist force at best. "

"There are trolls too."

Seifer reminded:

"There are so many trolls in Drakkari. If they are attacked, a natural disaster will break out."

"How can it be that easy?"

The pirate snorted, poured the last sip of wine into his mouth, and like a bully, retorted to the first parasaurus:

"In the history that has not yet happened, the natural disasters in its heyday have not been able to capture the Drakkari troll empire. Now if I let the Drakkari trolls be wiped out under this situation, then I don't have to play.

Just surrender and admit defeat.

Besides, the human kingdom is now protected by Odin. As long as humans continue to emerge with warriors recognized by Odin, and if a natural disaster breaks out, the petty one-eyed dragon will not ignore it.

Maybe we can also see the plot of Odin's Chosen and the Heroic Berserkers to reverse the undead disaster.

The Vrykul people have struggled with the clan-based civilization for so many years, and Hela has caused troubles in it, but they have not been wiped out. It can be seen that Odin has returned to the wild, but he is still very good at his own cabbage. "

"Hey, what you said is a perfect situation."

Pirate Dragon crossed his arms and complained:

"With your current influence on the future direction of the world, it is not enough to change major events such as the undead natural disaster. Captain, when you say it's easy, you must be feeling stressed in your heart?

Otherwise, why are you coming to this bitter cold place like Northrend? Don't talk about North Sea pirates. Those pirates are so weak. You still have the Tide Stone in your hand. How can those guys be worth your attention?

Tell me honestly.

Is your purpose of blocking the North Sea to take precautions and block the possibility of undead natural disasters from setting foot on the eastern continent? "

"no."

Blake said stiffly:

"How can I be as good as you think?"

"Then what do you want to do?"

Sephiel asked fiercely. Although she said she enjoyed the pirate life, in fact, she still wanted her captain to be a hero.

"Come on, I'll tell you secretly, but don't tell anyone else."

Black, who was wearing a red eye patch, smiled and hooked his fingers, asking Sephiel to come over. He was a little drunk and whispered to the first parasaurus:

“Look, I cornered the undead in Northrend.

They don’t know how to sail. If they want to go to the civilized world, it’s up to me, right?

In the future, if I want to establish a country in Tol Barad, I will definitely have to fight the seven human kingdoms. It’s easy to win, but if I lose, they will drive me out and kill me. Then I will withdraw the sea defense line.

Close the door and let the natural disaster happen!

I'm not trying to scare them.

Whoever dares to touch my island, I will take everyone to play together. It was like holding a goblin bomb that could explode at any time, sitting in a row with Dai Lin and the others.

I'm not afraid, it just depends on whether they are afraid or not.

Do you know what this is called?

I gave it a very good name, called 'Dead Hand Agreement', which is a trump card and means that can make the kings calm down from their rage at any time.

'Taking advantage of natural disasters to gain self-respect' is my plan. Do you think it is a perfect idea? "

"you you you you you"

When the first mate of the Pirate Dragon heard Blake's words, her eyes widened and she stretched out her fingers, but she couldn't say a single word. After a few seconds, she could only stamp her feet angrily and cursed:

"You, a black-hearted pirate, are really hopeless! You can use this kind of thing as a bargaining chip, you are so bad."

"Hahaha"

Watching Sephiel leave in anger, the half-drunk Blake slapped his thigh and laughed. He liked to see his first mate look so stupid.

But after laughing, it’s time to get down to business.

"Did you get what I wanted?"

Blake looked at the empty platform behind him.

He has a cursed vision, and his vision is isolated, but his perception is maintained at a super strong state. The recent blind sense training has paid off, and the pirate can now clearly perceive the flow of shadows around him.

Nature can also perceive life wrapped in shadow.

Under his inquiry, a tall and thin assassin of the Night, wearing black leather armor, appeared quietly without saying a word. He just handed a rolled-up scroll to the pirate with both hands.

The latter took it in his hand and opened it to take a look.

On it was a topographic map of human colonies, with every farm, every mine, and the deployment of every army clearly recorded.

In the second half of the scroll, there is also a map of the internal structure of the city in Zhiyuan County, but a piece is missing.

"Failed to infiltrate the Fearless Castle?"

Blake asked.

Aruin, the captain of the Son of the Night assassin, answered briefly in a hoarse voice:

“There are ‘peers’ there.

They should be senior members of Ravenholdt, who were hired to guard the colonial fortress, and some Kirin Tor mages retreated to the fortress three days ago.

We didn't choose to take the risk. "

"Well, I've considered it carefully."

The pirate nodded, threw the scroll back, and said:

"I'll just barely pass you this time. Next, the fleet will stay in the walrus city of Moa'aki Port in Dragonblight for one day. Let me think about it. There is an underground kingdom of nerubians over there.

But if you go there now, you will die.

Well, while the fleet is docked, you go upstream along the Dragon Bone River, where there are some Wolverine villages.

Those northern creatures are famous for their keen senses and tough temperaments. You take your team members there and each of you brings back a wolverine tail as a decoration or something. "

"Um."

Aruin, who was on the ship receiving assassin training from Blake himself, nodded and responded. Before turning around and leaving, he reported to the master assassin:

“Although we failed to complete the full infiltration of the colonial fortress, near Fearless Port, I found a small force that can be used as a stronghold.

It's called the Clam Gang.

It is a small group of clam fishing sailors. The leader is a dwarf named Old K. He calls himself the "Clam Master" and is best at using explosives to fry fish and using dwarf technology to catch clams.

I've been in contact with him.

He said that as long as the money is available, he is willing to provide us with news about the colonial city for a long time. "

"Well, that's what I value about you, my apprentice."

Blake snapped his fingers with satisfaction and said to Aruin:

"You can make decisions on these matters. It takes time to establish the intelligence system of Northrend. After we take down the rogue port, you will have enough time to complete these things.

As for funds, go to Eudora to apply, and be sure to send a written report to my quartermaster.

By the way, remember to tell that dwarf old K to keep a low profile in the future and never mess with the Rendehui. "

"Hui Dehui?"

Aruin had never heard of this organization, and there was a hint of doubt in his tone. The pirate curled his lips and said:

"Yes, Rendehui.

That is the most radical and "terrorist" organization in the entire Azeroth. They should only be active in Kalimdor now, but they should soon set foot in Northrend.

You don’t want to end up with a bunch of tough, crazy animal rights activists, trust me. "

Aruin didn't know what to do.

But during this period of training under Black, he had developed a mysterious confidence in the master's strength and determination, so he wrote this reminder in his mind and disappeared into the shadows.

The pirate blew the wind on the stern of the ship for a while to let the drunken breath dissipate, and then he moved his body and stood up.

The time for leisure is over.

The next schedule is to have lunch, then take two arcane magic classes, and then go to Windrunner's mother for today's blind sense shooting training, and practice ranger combat skills by the way.

After resting for half an hour and eating dinner, we started working on today’s homework.

He had three hours to complete his homework. At nearly midnight, he joined Dean Lanyue's "research group" to deduce the mana model of "Devil Transformation" and conduct experiments.

Go to sleep at 2 a.m. and get up at 8 a.m. the next morning.

And so on.

I live a fulfilling life, but I can't live such a "regular" life for a few more days.

"I'm going to take three days off starting tomorrow, Dean."

At night, in Dean Lanyue's cabin, Blake knocked on the door and came in. He didn't say any greetings and said directly:

"The fleet is about to arrive in the Dragon Bone Wilderness. I promised the ship spirit of the Nagfar that during this trip to the Northland, we will let it complete the keel casting ceremony.

So I need to take some time out, go to the Dragon Holy Land, and get some dragon bones back. "

"Well, this is a good reason for taking leave."

Dean Lanyue leaned on the chair, clasped her hands together, and was about to speak, but the Holy Staff of Alunes placed next to her suddenly said in a mean voice:

"Hey, the little pirate is going to give the dragon extra food.

Aegwynn is not so arrogant!

When she asked Dragon Bone to study magic, she had to do it secretly.

You are so bold, you dare to go directly to the headquarters of the five-color dragon army to steal their bones! Any dragon can easily eat you!

Before you go to die, it's best to write a suicide note. "

"This is also what I want to ask, my disciple."

Dean Lanyue waited patiently for the arcane elements in the holy staff to be finished, and then asked:

"Are you sure you can get the giant dragon bones under Wyrmrest Temple's surveillance of the Dragon Bone Wilderness? I have checked your ship. To complete the bone dragon casting, it requires a large number of giant dragon bones."

"It doesn't matter. I will bring more luggage and try to get enough at one time. Maybe I will have a little extra."

Blake glanced at the Holy Staff of Alunes, snorted, and said provocatively:

"As for the dragons' monitoring of Dragonblight, this is indeed a big problem. I think only a reckless mage like Aegwynn, with a staff that can only nag, would think of rushing in and grabbing it. run.

For smart people, things need to be planned. "

"Bad boy, what did you say?"

The holy staff of Aluneth shook, obviously provoked, but the pirate ignored it.

Seeing that Black was so confident, Dean Blue Moon, who already knew the disciple well, stopped asking any more questions, allowed the pirate a holiday, and returned the enchanted Hailstone to him.

After being processed by the enchantment master, the attributes of hail have not changed, but there is an additional magic effect in the special effects column:

Winter is coming: Each attack will accumulate the cold energy of the weapon itself. After ten attacks, it will cause a [freeze] effect on the enemy and reduce its movement and attack speed.

When the enchanted one-handed sword is hung on the pirate's waist, it will release a crystal cold air, making it look more like a work of art.

Black thanked the dean and when he exited the cabin, he saw the little fishman waiting outside the door.

When the latter saw the pirates coming out, they immediately screamed, waved their fists, and looked angry. Apparently, they found the Devourer Staff in the hands of the evil eye of the orcs, and knew that their fish-man treasures had been robbed by evil-minded pirates. .

"Are you angry or not?"

Blake's fingers gently rubbed on the blade of the one-handed sword at his waist, bringing up a bit of cold air. He put his hands on his hips and looked at the jumping little fishman.

explain:

"Do you know how I feel now?

Come, accompany me to Dragonblight, and we'll have a good chat on the way.

If the conversation is good, just two people go and two people come back.

But if the conversation is not good.

Then there may be only one person coming back. Guess who will come back? "