Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 53

"So, according to you, Mr. Bo Laike, when the Dragonmaw orcs control the red dragon, those dragons basically don't resist, right?"

In the corner of the palace garden, Lord Daval Prestor, holding a wine glass, listened very carefully, acting like a real naturalist.

Not just listening to what happened to Bo Laike in the waters of Khaz Modan.

From time to time, he would ask some detailed questions, as if he was really helping the alliance military to collect information about the orcs of the Dragonmaw clan.

"Pretend! Continue to pretend!"

Bu Laike nodded with a serious face, and at the same time complained in his heart about the showman in front of him.

He knew the true identity of the person in front of him.

In fact, Bu Laike decided to come to Lordaeron just because of the Davar lord in front of him. He received treatment from His Majesty Faol, which was just an extra benefit.

The bronze dragon Sefiel is hunting him for this time remnant.

It won't give up.

And Bu Laike also warned the young dragon that if it comes again, it will die.

Pirates are not bluffing.

The personable human noble in front of him is the deadly trap he prepared for the bronze dragon.

If it really came, then it would never leave. No one could save it from this special creature, not even Nozdormu, the Lord of Time!

"Well, it seems that all the rumors about the Dragonmaw clan are true."

After listening to Bu Laike's story, Lord Davar rubbed his chin and said seriously:

"As far as I know, from the information about dragons, they are not easily subdued creatures, their will is as strong as their strength.

The orcs must have something evil to control the red dragon, maybe an artifact or something, and your information is very important, Mr. Laike.

I have to sort them out.

Then report these to the kings and marshals, and if we can, we must organize a raid to take the artifact back from the orcs. "

He has a very organized plan to:

"Maybe after we suppress the orcs on the frontal battlefield, we should select some elite warriors, such as you, and invite the mages of Dalaran to join the battle.

Perhaps one or two warriors from other races could be selected to join them. "

"I will gladly serve the Alliance, my lord."

Bo Laike coughed and suggested:

"But the interior of Grim Batol, the abandoned dwarf city occupied by Dragonmaw orcs, is too complicated, and we must contact the Wildhammer dwarves before the operation begins.

It would be great if they could provide a guide. "

"Well, that's true."

Lord Davar nodded in satisfaction, and he said to Bo Laike:

"Your suggestion is very important. I will design an operation based on it, and I will definitely invite you when the time comes, Mr. Bo Laike. Ah, look at my clumsiness, I have already wasted too much of your time.

I shouldn't disturb the rest of the Warriors anymore.

Although you are indifferent to fame and fortune, as a young man, you still learn to enjoy life. Believe me, as long as you tell your identity, there will be many enthusiastic ladies in this banquet tonight who are willing to spend the spring night with you.

They don't even care about your burns, they reward the heroes of the League in another way.

You don't have to hold back, let alone say no.

This is also one of the intentions of His Majesty the King in inviting them to the court today. "

After saying something obscene in a cryptic manner, the laughing Lord Daval saluted Bo Laike very politely and was about to leave. But he was stopped by Bu Laike, hesitation appeared in the pirate's eyes, he approached the lord, and said softly:

"One more thing, I don't know if it will help you, Mr Daval.

In fact, not only did I encounter a dragon in the Khaz Modan sea area, I also saw a dragon in the hilly area, about half a month ago, on my way to Durnholde Castle. "

"Ok?"

Lord Daval was stunned for a moment, and he immediately asked in a serious tone:

"A dragon? In the heart of the hills? You're not kidding, Mr. Bo Laike?"

"No, I swear I saw it."

The pirate said seriously:

"It was in the evening, I saw the dragon shadow crossing Thoradin's wall, it flew very high, and it was not the same as the red dragon I had seen.

It was flying northwest, which is the direction of Lordaeron. "

"A dragon flying to Lordaeron? Interesting."

Daval rubbed his chin, took a sip of his drink, and asked again:

"You said it is different from the red dragon you have seen? What is different?"

"I don't know how to describe it. As you can see, I'm not a naturalist. I'm just an ordinary assassin. I don't know much about dragons."

Bo Laike scratched at the hood, and with a puzzled look on his face, he said:

"It is smaller than the red dragon, and the light emitted by the scales in the setting sun is not red like flames, but shiny like metal.

For a moment I suspected that I was wrong, Mr. Daval, you seem to know a lot about dragons. Do you know that there are dragons with bronze scales in this world? "

"have."

Lord Prestor glanced at Bo Laike, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

He said:

"According to some records of the high elves, there are many kinds of dragons in Azeroth, and there are five-color giant dragon legions active around the world as guardians.

There are also some subspecies of dragons, I don't know all of them.

But if your description is correct, what you saw should be a bronze dragon.

That's a group. How should I put it. "

Lord Daval's left hand moved, which seemed to represent a change in his mood at this time. He took a sip of his wine, as if he had lost interest in the conversation.

He said:

"It's a group of people who live alone, ignore the changes in the world, and hate the world. Well, it's surprising that they appear in the Lordaeron region."

"Perhaps for something? Some treasure?"

Bu Laike acted like an ordinary person who heard the legend of the dragon. He guessed and said:

"Maybe they are also controlled by the orcs and come to attack us?"

"You don't need to worry about this, Mr. Bo Laike, we have talked enough tonight, next, please enjoy the dinner time."

Lord Daval became a little colder.

He raised his glass to Bo Laike for the last time, bid farewell in a gentle but distant tone, and turned back to the group of nobles who were feasting.

It was as if Laike had lost all value in his eyes once he provided the information he needed.

"What a cruel person."

The pirates didn't care.

He threw the wine glass in his hand into the flowers, took one last look at Lord Daval Prestor who was chatting with a noble lady, took another step back, and entered stealth.

Quickly left the garden.

What he should do, what he can do, has been done.

The trap has been set, and now it's time to cast the bait. When he left, the identity information of the noble gentleman just now rolled in Laike's memory.

Lord Daval Prestor.

Hailing from Alterac, he's not quite the little guy he modestly claims to be.

In fact, he is an important figure in the entire northern Xinjiang political circle.

He is good at dancing, and he appeared in the northern border many years ago, and quickly established a huge network of relationships in the upper layers of the human kingdom, and his influence is quite large.

The most direct example is that four or five years ago, when facing the news that the Stormwind Kingdom was being attacked by orcs, when the northern kingdom was discussing whether to send troops to help, it was Lord Prestor who declared that the orcs were just a "little trouble."

He almost single-handedly blocked Northern Border's assistance to the Stormwind Kingdom, and then, after the Stormwind Kingdom was destroyed, Lord Daval "repented".

Suddenly, he became an extreme hawk.

This earned him more prestige again.

Marshal Lothar can successfully control the human coalition forces, and the human kingdoms can unite to resist to the end.

In addition to Faol's disciple, priest Mr. Turayan, who gave a wonderful speech at the king's council, the nobleman hiding behind the scenes also mediated and contributed a lot.

But all these gorgeous titles and the power that can be said to cover the sky with one hand are not important to Lord Daval.

These mean nothing to him.

As long as the noble is willing, he can completely destroy the entire palace in an instant. Destroy the entire Lordaeron, even the entire northern border, and even the entire eastern continent.

For him, the war between the human kingdom and the orcs is just entertainment in his spare time.

He is a dragon hidden in the human world.

One of the most powerful black dragon kings ever born in Azeroth, one of the most dangerous creatures in Azeroth, is one of the behind-the-scenes black hands that silently affects the war between humans and orcs.

He is playing a "role-playing" game with the ants.

He is enjoying it.

He has another unknown name.

He likes to call himself Deathwing, the Destroyer of Destiny.

His camouflage skills are extremely perfect, the legendary priest of Pope Fao, and the legends in the banquet hall, are so close, they can't find his details at all.

But Laike knows history well.

He knows Daval's identity and his power, he knows all the stories of Deathwing and his life destiny.

He knows his character traits and psychological weaknesses.

He knew his purpose lurking in the court of men.

He knew everything about Deathwing, and he knew it better than even the Black Dragonlord himself.

Therefore, this power can be used by him.

Just be careful, don't be caught by this dangerous god-like figure, like now, a small reveal, plant a foreshadowing, dig a hole, and lay a trap.

Just like at Dunholde Castle, throw out the bait and do the trick again.

But this time, it was no longer the small fights before, but a real borrowing of a knife to kill someone.

——

"Gianna, Gianna, I was wrong."

In the sound of the child's running footsteps, the boy's anxious voice rang out with a hint of apology. He seemed to be calling for his friend, but he didn't get a response.

It was a boy in a gorgeous hunting suit, with a dagger at his waist, blond hair, and a blue cloak, dressed like a little soldier.

He was running, followed by anxious attendants.

His name is Arthas Menethil, and he is the prince of Terenas II, the king of Lordaeron, and the future heir of the kingdom.

"Stay away from me! Arthas, you bastard, I hate you!"

In front of him, wearing a blue skirt, there was also a little girl with blond hair, who was running with the hem of her skirt without looking back, and there were traces of crying on her face.

"Hey, I didn't mean to talk about your big brother, I was wrong, don't run away."

The little prince apologized while chasing his good friend, but the little princess ignored him at all.

People have the qualifications to play their temper.

The identity of the little princess is not ordinary.

Her name is Jaina Proudmoore, the most powerful kingdom of mankind in the ocean, the princess of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, Dai Lin's youngest daughter and the jewel in her palm.

There is no difference in status between the two.

"Gianna, I really didn't mean to."

After all, the little boy walked faster, and quickly caught up with his friend. He took Jaina's hand and apologized childishly, but Jaina didn't like this.

She is from Kul Tiras, and she has a naturally brave side in her character, and Alsace, a bastard, dared to mention his big brother who died heroically in battle just now.

This undoubtedly touched the heartache of the little princess.

When Alsace approached, she stretched out her hands and pushed violently, pushing the little prince to sit on the ground, and she took another step back.

As a result, one lost his footing and fell down the stairs screaming.

In the corner of the garden, Bu Laike, who was staying in the shadows, had a strange emotion in his heart, and the shadow step started at this moment.

"Snapped"

The screaming little Jaina fell into a warm embrace. When she opened her eyes, she saw a mysterious person wearing a mask and a long hood, and the shadowy smoke was escaping.

The man was blinking at her, and there seemed to be light in his eyes.

"Be careful, little girl, before you learn flash magic, the steps are very dangerous for a little mage like you."

So said Bu Laike.

At the same time, I thought in my heart:

"Bronze dragon Sefiel, I have come into contact with a world line node as important as Thrall again. I am looking forward to it. You come to 'date' tonight."

(end of this chapter)