Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Booty Bay. It's so noisy."

As a Kul Tiran merchant ship slowly docked, Aluriel, the Demon Swordsman of the Nightborne in magical disguise, stepped off the ship's deck with light steps.

What caught her eyes was a vibrant but chaotic goblin city.

It has the lively feel of Port Boralus, but this bay city is obviously more "inclusive", and you can see almost all races in Azeroth here.

The magic swordsman has become accustomed to the way of life in human society.

While the noisy goblin tax collectors were negotiating with the Kul Tiras sea merchants to collect taxes, she disappeared into the dark alley of the Treasure Coast docks without attracting anyone's attention.

However, several "tails" behind her were still following her from a distance. She knew that this must have been arranged by King Dai Lin. They had been observing her while on the ship.

These guys are very professional.

It was probably a high-level assassin from Ravenholdt. He didn't know what the purpose of following her was, but it was definitely not to kill her.

Dai Lin had seen Aluriel's power. If he really wanted to assassinate him, he couldn't just hire this few people.

They should have come here for some information. Perhaps he wanted to find out the true origin of Oruriel, or perhaps he wanted to see the purpose of her coming to the Eastern Continent as an elf.

This kind of tracking makes the magic swordsman very annoying.

But she didn't deliberately get rid of them. Instead, she walked through the intricate buildings in Booty Bay as if traveling, and even found a few people to ask for directions.

Finally, after walking into an alley, he disappeared quietly.

This left the stalkers following her confused.

this.

Is this some kind of elven magic?

That swordsman who can use magic has such a high level of spellcasting?

Aluriel's disappearance was indeed the magic of the elves, but it was not released by the magic swordsman himself.

She just found the teleportation runes set by the arcane masters of Suramar in the corners of Booty Bay City.

After Grand Magister Elisande opened Suramar, he has sent ambassadors to various parts of the world, using a positive and cautious attitude to make initial contacts with the outside world.

As the most prosperous commercial city in the eastern continent, there must be messengers from Suramar on the Treasure Coast.

This is also the purpose of Oruriel coming to this city.

She must report her contact with Daelin to the Grand Magister, as well as the true identity of the hateful pirates who plundered Suramar, to avoid more conflicts between her people and the powerful Kul Tiras.

The teleportation rune teleported the Demon Swordsman to the depths of Treasure Bay. In a small human-style manor built on the mountain, she met her tribe.

Two arcanists, a magic swordsman, and three guys were sitting in the courtyard, basking in the sun while maintaining a posture like lying on a salted fish.

On the table in front of them were some weird herbs, which were lit by flames and gave off a pungent and weird smell.

And the state of the three children of the night was obviously not right.

They looked confused and satisfied, as if they had absorbed a large amount of magic power at once and fell into some kind of short-lived psychedelic state of satisfaction.

The corner of Oluriel's eyes twitched when he saw this scene.

Good guy!

In Suramar you are just addicted to magic.

As a result, he was sent out to the colorful world outside, but the problem of magic addiction has not been solved, and now he has become addicted to dangerous things like "blood thorns" again.

Bloodthorn is what these three Nightborne messengers are sniffing. It is an herb native to Azeroth and has a good analgesic effect.

It is generally used as a medicinal material by doctors, but it has serious hallucinogenic and addictive properties.

It is said that in Zul'Gurub, the ancient capital of the Gurubashi trolls, hidden deep in the jungle of Stranglethorn Valley, the troll priests would use this thing as a material to communicate with the god Loa.

But in Kul Tiras, the cultivation, use and circulation of this kind of thing is expressly prohibited. As far as Aluriel knows, other human countries also prohibit this dangerous thing.

However, it is said that in Quel'Thalas, Bloodthorn is also very popular among the Quel'dorei elves, especially the corrupt elven nobles.

Booty Bay, which is also in Stranglethorn Valley and has an intersection with trolls, is the largest production and sales place for bloodthorn in the Eastern Continent, and it is also the hardest hit area where this thing is wreaking havoc.

Green goblins are known to do anything to make money.

Selling blood thorns or something like that, bam, it’s drizzling.

"Papa pa pa"

Aluriel is a good and clean elf.

There is no way to deal with the magic addiction, but she will never use other things to get herself into new trouble.

Seeing how depraved her newly dispatched companions were, she was furious. She rushed forward and beat them three times, causing the three children of the night to jump up from their recliners.

But seeing the magic swordsman angrily destroying the bundle of burning blood thorns with magic, the three Sons of the Night messengers with slap marks on their faces all had expressions of heartache on their faces.

These old ladies who are curious about all kinds of addictive substances are really hopeless.

"Connect the communication, I want to talk to the Grand Mage."

Oruriel glared at the three useless envoys in front of her, and said in a deep voice:

"Although I no longer have a military position and am now a civilian, if I see you secretly using blood thorns again in the past few days, I will chop off your heads!

Lord Elisande sent you out to do business, not to let you indulge in the low-level fun provided by these goblins!

You are elves!

But noble Sha'dorei, you represent the face of the Nightborne and Suramar, please show me some dignity! asshole! "

Under threat of death, the Nightborne emissaries work very efficiently.

Soon, the magical communication to connect to Suramar was set up. In the study of this house, Aluriel, with a tone of remorse and humility, told the story of his experience in Kul Tiras. He told the Grand Magister.

On the other side of the communication's magical projection, the great mage Elisande in the luxurious palace listened carefully to Aluriel's report.

When the Demon Swordsman apologized for leaving without saying goodbye, Elisande generously forgave her.

"I have watched you grow up, Aluriel. I have seen your talent. I also know your character. I am not surprised that you did such a reckless thing."

The great mage spoke to the magic swordsman in a gentle tone like an elder speaking to a junior:

“Although I was a little angry at your self-righteousness at first, after calming down, I feel that this is not a bad thing for you.

That hateful pirate was right. A genius like you has to endure the hardships of wind and rain if he wants to make further progress. Keeping you in Suramar will only make you a flower in the greenhouse.

Don't worry, I'm not angry anymore. "

Hearing the Grand Magister's answer, Oruriel felt relieved.

But soon, she heard Elisande's voice change and talk about another thing:

"A lot of things happened during the time you left your hometown. We took back the Dark Walkers from thousands of years ago and asked them to help us train a group of warriors.

Among those demon hunters, I was also lucky enough to find the daughter of my old friend, Lord Ravencrest, and I regarded her as my niece.

That is a very good girl, tough, strong and decisive, and she has not bowed down even though she has been through many trials and hardships, just like you.

However, she has encountered some troubles recently.

It is something related to the heroes of our elven family, and to her father who has made outstanding achievements. She needs to find some spiritual books to relieve her father who has suffered for ten thousand years. "

The Grand Magister raised his head, put down the wine glass in his hand, and said to Aluriel in a gentle tone:

"The knowledge Elisana needs happens to be on your continent, in Dalaran, the magical city of humans. I am busy with business and cannot accompany her there, so I want you to go with her.

This is not a bad thing for your travels.

Aluriel, are you willing to share this trouble for me? "

"I am very willing, Grand Magister."

Aluriel immediately replied:

"I will wait for Elisana to join me in Booty Bay. From here there are ships that sail directly to the northern border of the Eastern Continent, and there are also magicians from Dalaran who provide teleportation services here.

It's very convenient to get there.

However, Grand Magister, I have something to report to you about the envoys from the Treasure Coast. They are addicted to a drug called Bloodthorn."

"Ah, Bloodthorn."

Before Oruriel finished speaking, the great mage on the projection in front of him smiled and picked up an exquisite incense burner in front of him, put it under his nose and took a gentle sniff.

She showed a happy expression and commented:

"The world ten thousand years from now is not as bad as I thought. At least in terms of food, the use of blood thorns by those creatures called goblins really impressed me.

Although it is far from the satisfaction of blending with magic power, the appearance of blood thorns can undoubtedly alleviate our people's endless hunger for magic power.

I am planning to make it into some kind of potion and fully promote it in Suramar City.

Although we can’t solve addiction yet, perhaps, we can try to divert it.

By the way, what were you just about to say? "

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Oruriel closed her eyes in pain, and she said in a tone of despair mixed with pleading:

"Please don't do this! My lord.

Bloodthorn is a terrible scourge, and promoting it will only break the spine of our people. The Children of the Night have suffered enough, don't burden their poor souls any more. "

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Northrend continent, Grizzly Hills.

Blake was standing on the top of a mountain on the coast, looking at the naturally formed semi-enclosed harbor below with the Eye of Kilrogg.

He watched the little murloc beside him jump off the cliff with cheers and fall into the blue sea water of the coast like a bungee jump, causing a splash of jumping water.

Then he looked at the lush forest around him and said:

"The fertile Grizzly Hills are indeed the most suitable area for human habitation on the Northrend continent. The environment is friendly, the temperature is pleasant, and there is such a natural harbor. It is no wonder that Lordaeron's second colony was chosen here.

Before the goblins come and take over this dock, I want to turn it into a home port for the undead pirates. The terrain here is much better than that of Rogue Harbor. "

No one answered the pirate's words.

Behind Black, Little Star was frowning and looking at a few pages, which were the news about the human world compiled by Red Jack that Old Garni had sent before.

The whole article is about the situation in Lothar.

"I don't know Lothar's story very well, but from what you say, he should be a hero of mankind."

The innocent little blue dragon princess raised her head, waved the letter in her hand, and said to the pirate:

“If he is a hero, why do so many people want him dead?

Isn't this right? What's going on with you humans? None of them can live more than a hundred years. To witness such a great man in such a short life, shouldn’t we praise and protect him? Why do you want to harm him? "

"Uh, how do you want me to explain this to you?"

Blake frowned at Little Star's question.

It's not that this matter is so difficult to understand, it's mainly that it's difficult for him to explain the complex logic behind it in a few words to a simple little Xingxing.

It can only be described simply:

"You can't say that all the nobles are bastards and want Lothar to die. In fact, they can also respect Lothar very much, provided that this great man becomes a harmless statue.

Just like his ancestor, Thoradin, the co-lord of mankind. Become a legendary figure who will be hung on the wall and told various stories, but will not judge others. "

Blake rubbed his chin, "looked" at Little Star's blank expression, and then said:

"As for the Emperor's Sword, Stormkar, it has been a big problem since the moment it appeared in the legend.

Now, this big problem is still in the hands of Anduin Lothar. This is going to become a big problem that will drive people crazy.

I guess, at this time, there will always be people thinking that it would be great if Lothar was a cruel person. If he had just a little bit of flaws, everyone would accept him.

The thing is, he's too perfect.

Can you understand?

His perfection was his greatest original sin.

Such a perfect person, such a lofty reputation, and an artifact in his hand that can legally rebuild the empire. The combination of these factors will make many people unable to sleep at night. "

Probably because he still didn't understand after seeing the little star, the pirate changed his approach and used an analogy:

"I'll give you an example and you'll understand.

What if Malygos suddenly went crazy and suddenly declared that magic was a sin, and would use his authority in the Magic Network to forcibly take back the magic of all spellcasters in the world and prohibit everyone from using magic.

What do you think will happen? "

"The Spellweaver is not crazy! It's just lonely."

Little Xingxing emphasized this fact, then tilted her head to think about it, poked her cheek and said:

"Well, but if what you said really happens, all the mages in the world, regardless of race or origin, will probably unite to resist the Spellweaver.

Although they will definitely lose, the Blue Dragon Legion may face such an attack... Ah, this problem is so hateful! "

"You got it, good."

Blake let out a playful laugh and said:

"If you take away what others have, they will be hated. In order to protect their own power, people who are immersed in it will pay any price.

Even if it is only a slim possibility, they will do their best to prevent it from coming.

This is the situation Lothar is facing now.

In fact, his return to Northern Xinjiang does not necessarily result in someone's death.

Everyone can sit down and talk until they come up with a solution that everyone is satisfied with, that is, Lothar gives up the Emperor's Sword and gives up all threats.

He was elected as a 'saint' by everyone, held high, and became a symbol of glory and harmlessness to humans and animals.

But do you think Lothar will give up? "

Without waiting for Little Star to answer, Blake shook his head and said:

"He won't, that's not a warrior's choice.

So things in Northern Xinjiang are destined to be exciting, very, very exciting. After I finish what I'm doing here, I'm going to go there to experience it, and I'm going to get involved and have some fun.

Do you want to go with me? "

"Yes! I must go."

Little Xingxing said excitedly:

"I really like watching the excitement. Let's go for a walk and quickly find that big horn. Then let's go to the Eastern Continent!"