Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 274 93. Drustvar

The Crimson Forest to the north of Falconwood is one of the largest forest areas in the Drustvar Mountains.

It occupies one-tenth of the entire mountain area, but in the past thousands of years, it has been a taboo place, and the locals say that the entrance to hell is hidden in the gloomy forest.

Anyone who dares to enter the forest at will will be dragged into hell by the terrible darkness.

There are also many people who have seen with their own eyes, the weird beasts made of wood and bones that occasionally run out of the forest. They can move by themselves, bite people, and wear weird and terrifying masks.

is a real evil thing.

Although the mountain people of Drustvar are indeed tough, they are also superstitious.

It stands to reason that no matter how much money the Great Chamber of Commerce pays for logging in the Crimson Forest, no one will apply for it.

But the problem is that the background of the Albatross Chamber of Commerce that convened logging this time is not simple.

There are rumors that behind this chamber of commerce, the most powerful people in Kul Tiras are the ancient lords of this dark mountainous area, the Vik Reiss family that has ruled Drustvar for more than two thousand years.

The business circles in Boralus Port are going crazy, and the rumors are well-spoken.

It is said that Old Herb, the boss of the Albatross Chamber of Commerce, hugged the thigh of a big man, and was already the "white glove" of the Vic Reiss family. All the actions he did were inspired by the Vic Reiss family.

The mountain people are afraid of dark things and superstitious legends, but they also have to live and cannot offend their lord, not to mention that the local rule of the Vic Reiss family is very popular.

In addition, the remuneration given by the generous Albatross Chamber of Commerce is indeed generous.

Therefore, after the knights of the Vik Reiss family officially entered the Crimson Forest, the strong mountain loggers came to work enthusiastically.

But the mountain people only saw the first layer.

They didn't know that behind the logging work in the red forest, there was a more secret operation that was related to the safety of the land.

"Take this and go to the entrance of the big crypt that those mountain people accidentally discovered before, first light a fire, and then throw this magic scroll into the fire.

I will prepare enough fire oil for you to burn all the dark things near the crypt tonight, and then you can go back to Klein and enjoy life. "

In the largest room on the second floor of the inn in Falconwood Town, the old Herb, a big businessman wearing a black woolen robe, placed a sealed scroll in front of several smart and powerful men in black.

From the box next to him, he took out a bag full of gold coins and tossed it up and down in his hand.

He looked at the men in black in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

"You know the rules, and you know who you are working for, do things with your heart, and don't say what you shouldn't say."

They took the scroll and the reward in silence, saluted old Herb, turned and left the room, without saying a word during the whole process, looking well-trained.

Under the hoods of these people, on the chest, there is a badge with a bloody hand on it.

They are a band of thieves native to Drustvar.

The self-proclaimed "Red Hands Society" belonged to one of the several peripheral organizations of Ravenholdt Manor in Kul Tiras. Although they belonged to the lower ranks in the Assassin Alliance system, they were still truly trained assassins.

Ordinary people cannot reach them.

But the old Herb can, after all, he also serves the big shots.

"Bang, bang"

Old Herb issued a mission to the assassins. This big businessman, who had been enjoying himself in Kul Tiras recently, was about to open a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet to reward himself.

But he heard a knock on the door behind him.

He froze for a moment, then carefully held the gold coin pendant hidden in his shirt, and then opened the door. There were several guards in black standing at the door.

With a sword, wearing leather armor, and a cold light under the hood, he looks like a well-trained warrior.

The one guarded by them was a tall lady wearing a coat covering her whole body. After seeing Old Herb open the door, the lady in long black gloves waved her hand, and the guards immediately dispersed.

They blocked the stairs on both sides of the second floor, preventing others from disturbing the secret meeting.

"Mrs. Meredith, in your capacity, you shouldn't come to this place."

Old Herb knew who it was.

He closed the door, poured a glass of wine for the glamorous lady who lifted the hood behind him, and whispered:

"You should stay in the manor or Klein City now, waiting for the good news from here.

We have found the group of hidden witches, and captured many, and soon, they will be permanently removed from this land that belongs to you and Lord Arthur. "

"I believe in the fighting power of the family knights and their fearlessness and bravery, but as the mistress of the family, I cannot stay at home and pray like other ladies."

Miss Meredith, who has been back to Kul Tiras for more than a month, is still as smart as before.

She was wearing a well-fitting hunting suit and long boots, and she hid her beautiful curves under the coat, her hair was tied into a long braid for easy movement, and she looked heroic.

There is also a lady's long sword tied around her waist, with a hilt decorated with roses. It looks like a female warrior. Apart from being beautiful, it also adds a bit of heroism.

This is really a woman who knows how to dress herself up and knows when to wear what clothes.

She took the wine glass that Old Herb gave her, took a sip, moistened her throat, walked to the window on the second floor of the hotel, and looked towards the red forest that spread like a red python in the north under the setting sun and covered most of the mountain area. glance.

she says:

"The Vic Reiss family has been martial for many years.

Drustvar, which my Arthur is about to rule, is a place of strong folk customs. Neither the members of the family nor his subjects will accept a young lady who comes from the upper class but is extremely delicate to be their mistress. .

I had to be strong enough to get more credit for myself and my Arthur.

Besides, during Arthur's expedition to the orcs, only his father was in charge of the Vic Reiss family, and that was also my future father, so I should help him out.

It is my responsibility.

The old lord was very angry after seeing all kinds of witches and evil things that the family knights had found in the red forest. That devout believer did not allow such darkness to appear in his territory.

I also don't allow these rats to lurk in this mountainous area, sowing hidden dangers for my Arthur's future rule.

Now, there are warriors under His Royal Highness and Archmage Ellan staying in Drustvar. They are real reinforcements and our best chance to eradicate these dark forces lurking in the Drustvar Mountains in one fell swoop! "

The lady was holding the wine glass in her hand, and the crystal glass reflected her radiant face and her beautiful sharp eyes.

She turned to Herb and said:

"I will cleanse my Arthur of all dangers from his reign before he returns home with the glory of a warrior, and this is my gift to my beloved.

This is also a contribution to the cause of His Royal Highness.

Old Herb, His Royal Highness's scary and powerful ghost ship, are you still satisfied with the wood we contributed? "

"According to the Archmage Ellan, the wood stained with darkness is not enough to restore the Naglfar to its strength. But the magic oak is not easy to find.

I have scoured all of Kul Tiras for fine wood through my channels. "

Old Herb replied softly:

"It will take some time to get it together. However, compared to the carefully selected dark wood, the Naglfar seems to be more interested in those witches these days

I mean, their dark souls that are hopelessly dead. "

"Ok?"

Mrs. Meredith was taken aback for a moment, and she asked:

"What does it mean?"

"It's a little difficult to explain."

Old Herb showed a strange expression, made a "please" gesture again, and said:

"Ma'am, let me go and see. It's just that the scene is a little bit evil. Maybe you should be mentally prepared in advance."

Ten minutes later, the lady, who was guarded by a group of assassins from the Red Hands, first inspected the warehouse where the timber was stored, and then, as a representative of the Vic Reiss family, encouraged the local lumberjacks.

It was only then that under the leadership of the old Herb, they came to a dark woodland on the coast of Falconwood Town.

It is close to the coast of the pier, and a fence has been erected around it. Armed employees of the Albatross Chamber of Commerce are patrolling around to prevent others from approaching.

Mrs. Meredith walked towards the shore for a few minutes, leaning on the hilt of her sword, when she saw something unexpected.

Several gallows erected in the forest.

There are also combat crew members from the Nagfar, who are busy there silently. They left the Nagfar, and under the influence of the cursed gold coins, they became dry and desolate undead forms.

But they are all wearing heavy armor, so they can't see anything unusual on the outside.

These knights exuding icy aura from all over their bodies brutally dragged the witches captured from the Crimson Forest and other areas to the gallows.

Ignore their struggles.

Put the blood-stained noose around the wrinkled and sore necks of these guys.

Regardless of their previous appearance, these witches have been transformed into an extremely ugly form after accepting the power of darkness.

One by one, they looked like thin old ladies in their seventies and eighties. After allowing their souls to be distorted by evil forces, they distorted their bodies again. As the price for losing their youth and normal life, they only got these insignificant powers.

The saddest thing is that these local peasant women, for various reasons, voluntarily pursued those dark forces and voluntarily degenerated into what they are now.

"Damn pirates! You are destroying the holy land of Drust! Lord Gao Laike Tur will not let you go! The curse from hell will swallow you evil ones!"

An old witch with a stooped figure and a stench all over her body was wrapped around her neck with a noose.

Like a chicken about to be slaughtered, she cursed these knights who came out of the deep sea with her sharp and weird voice, like a crow crowing at midnight.

Her weak magic is of no use to the ghost knights holding cursed gold coins on the Naglfar.

"You volunteered to receive power from the Blight, you volunteered to perform the ritual of the Witch's Fall, and you volunteered to spread fear for the evil one named High Laike Tour.

In the past twenty years, more than thirty-seven innocent Kul Tirans have been murdered by your evil means near the Crimson Forest alone.

Including but not limited to killing and offering sacrifices, extracting souls to make Drust structures, turning drunken men into pigs, sending them to slaughterhouses, making them into sausages and distributing them all over Kul Tiras.

Because of your own evil, you wantonly hurt the people of His Highness the Prince, interfered with His Highness's duty to protect the people, and disrupted the order of the Drustvar region and even the entire Kul Tiras.

You have broken several laws of Kul Tiras with no remorse! "

In front of the gallows, the captain of the Naglfar, Knight Joan Crydone, leaned on his battle sword in both hands, and said indifferently:

"In the name of His Royal Highness, you will be sentenced to soul exile on the Nagfar."

"Sentence—eternity."

"Execution!"

Following the order of Knight Crydone, the noose tightened in an instant, and the witch's pedals separated, lifting her up like a chicken, and the dark magic power could make her last longer under the hanging.

But that serves no purpose other than causing more pain.

After a few minutes of struggling, her soul, which was as ugly as her body, spilled out of her body.

Under the call of the tide, he was brought into the cold deep sea.

In that water, the quiet Naglfar, like a giant soul-eating beast, is opening its bloody mouth, waiting for the arrival of this dark soul.

It likes to be filled with evil spirits like this.

Maybe not high grade.

But the taste of being infiltrated by wanton malice is really much stronger than ordinary souls.

For the ship spirits of the Naglfar, this voyage to Drustvar, in addition to replacing the decaying hull with dark wood, the souls of these witches are also a delicious food reserve.

Perhaps this is also in the arrangements of the all-knowing Captain Bu Laike

In the quiet deep sea, in the shadow of the cabin of the quietly floating Naglfar, the invisible ship spirit dragged the howling soul into the cabin indifferently.

Ah, it's been a month since I left Captain.

Soon, you will be able to return to Bo Laike.

The change in himself will definitely startle him!

(end of this chapter)