Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 69. 68. The Beginning of the Hunt

A few days later, in the morning light on the hills of Hillsbrad, Laike crouched by the spring, took off his veil and looked at his face in the water.

Legendary Priests heal extremely well.

Now the burn on the face has healed obviously, and the effect of the dragon fire infection has been removed, so that Bo Laike has "gained weight" a lot during this period of time.

He already had the body shape that a normal person should have, but because the "training courses" Garona arranged for him were too intensive and exhausting, he didn't gain much weight.

But in general.

With the hair growing back, he already saw a trace of Prince Drake Proudmoore's demeanor, which made Laike happy.

After all, no one likes to be an ugly monster. It is not unacceptable to be able to live a lifetime as a handsome guy in this new world.

In the past few days, there is another good news:

"Grglrgl! Lrgl... grgrmrmlgr!"

The familiar and full of croaking screams, accompanied by the violent waves of the water surface, appeared in front of Laike.

The little murloc, Benbo Erba, who had been in a coma for nearly half a month, finally woke up the day before yesterday.

On the night that Braike "slayed the dragon", it was drenched in scorching dragon blood and accidentally drank some of the blood. Its injuries were so serious that Braike once thought that he was going to lose it and accompany him all the way. Tiny idiot now.

But Seifel told him not to worry too much.

Although the murloc is a weak creature, it is a mess.

But they are more adaptable to external energy than humans or orcs, which can be seen from the murloc settlements all over Azeroth.

The murlocs, a magical race, probably put all their talent points on the survival of the fittest.

In short, as the bronze young dragon said, Benbo Erba finally survived, and after being bathed in dragon blood, he seemed to have gained new strength.

All the scales on its body fell off and grew again. The new scales were finer and smoother, and they didn't have the sticky feeling before, and they could even reflect light in the sun.

And because the bronze dragon blood contained the power of time, the little murloc was ripened from childhood to adulthood.

This can be seen from the several flag-like fins that have fully grown from its back, as well as the fish skin on the back of its neck that opens and closes as it breathes.

This guy also seems to be able to spit out some corrosive slime to hurt enemies.

Intellect seems to have grown a bit too.

But other than that, it's still weak in a mess.

But as a pet, it is very good.

"quack quack"

The little murloc had had enough of playing with the water, jumped up from the water surface, and rushed into Laike's arms, turned his head to lie there, and followed the assassin to stand up again, looking left and right with his cute big eyes.

A few seconds later, it stretched out its claws, pointed to the sky and croaked.

When Braike turned his head, he saw a black crow flapping its wings and falling from the sky. This kind of clever but not very good-looking bird flew around Braike for a few times, and finally landed on the side on the trunk.

It has a letter box strapped to its paw with the Ravenholdt symbol on it.

This specially bred crow is a short-distance messenger for the League of Assassins, and the crow, or raven, is another symbol of the shadow-walking Ravenholdt Assassins.

Bu Laike's hand shook slightly, and he used his proficient level of stealing skills, and got the letter from the letter box without the crow staring at Benboerba completely reacting.

Unfolding it in his hand for a moment, he saw the familiar font.

It's a letter from Mathias Shaw.

There are not many words, but the content reveals a sense of dignity. Ravenholdt has discovered the king of the Alterac kingdom, the coward Aiden Perenolde surrendered to the orcs, and opened the Alterac Pass to the Horde.

This group of assassins, like the top leaders of the alliance, never expected that the kingdom of Alterac would make such a crazy move in order to protect itself at this moment.

They didn't react at all.

Marshal Lothar didn't respond either.

At this time, the alliance army was divided into two groups. One was to carry out a counterattack on the hilly battlefield, suppressing the Thunder King clan, and the other was to help the high elves fight against the combined army of Amani trolls and orcs in the distant Quel'Thalas.

General Turalyon laid out the defenses in the Hinterlands as planned.

But unexpectedly Orgrim. Doomhammer never returned from the Hinterlands.

With the help of the excellent terrain of the Alterac Mountains, several of the orc clans who are most capable of conquering battles, led by the Blackrock clan, have already broken through to the Tirisfal region.

That is the core ruling area of ​​Lordaeron, a powerful country in the alliance!

It is no exaggeration to say that it is the heart of human civilization, but now, the brutal tribal vanguard has stabbed fiercely into the heart of the alliance like a scorching knife.

By the time Shaw sent this letter, the Blackstone orcs under Orgrim had already begun to siege the city of Lordaeron. In the letter, Shaw did not conceal the danger of the situation.

It is said that even the king of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, Terenas II, has already put on his battle armor and led his guards to the city wall!

The purpose of Shaw's letter is also very simple.

In the name of Ravenholdt, he told Laike that no matter what he was doing now, he should immediately put down what he was doing and return to the Tirisfal region as quickly as possible.

Now the precarious city of Lordaeron and the situation of the decisive battle are in urgent need of the strength of the orc killer!

Ravenholdt must have sent more than one letter like this, and Laike knew with his heels that the high-level members of the League of Assassins are definitely like ants on a hot pot.

They must have sent letters of appeal to all the forces they could contact.

Although the League of Assassins is an assassin force independent of the politics of various countries, the leader of Ravenholdt obviously puts himself in a very correct position in the face of big right and wrong.

No matter how glamorous and powerful the League of Assassins was before, it has always grown up along with the shadow of human civilization.

It is impossible for Ravenholdt to exist independently of human civilization.

So now, it's time for the assassins to show up on the battlefield and fight together with the heroic alliance soldiers for the final battle of human civilization.

"I understand the truth, and I can understand the situation."

Bu Laike looked at the letter in his hand, he could feel Shaw's urgency and needs from the lines, but he shook his head, rubbing the letter between his fingers, turning it into a bunch of fragments and throwing it away.

He watched the debris fall on the water in front of him, and stretched out his hand to tighten his face scarf and long hood. Taking a step back, he sneaked into the shadows.

The waves it gave off when it retreated into the shadows were several times gentler than the rough "entering the water" before.

Obviously, the effect of the legendary assassin's special training during this period is remarkable.

"Shor, my friend, I really want to help you, but I can't. What I'm going to do is as important as what you are going to do. You may not understand it now, or you may complain.

But it doesn't matter, you will understand my difficulties in the future. "

Bu Laike stood by the river, said something to himself, then threw out the shackle, quickly walked through the forest behind, and returned to his resting place after two minutes.

He landed in this hidden cave, and said to the floating darkness within:

"Orgrim has arrived at the city of Lordaeron, and Gul'dan's Shadow Council must have already taken action. Get ready, ma'am, this long-distance hunt is about to begin."

"I am ready to go. My blade has been silent for too long. It yearns to inflict pain and torment."

Garona's hoarse voice came from the cave.

With a touch of scrutiny in her tone, she said:

"But what about you? Bu Laike. Shaw, are you sure you're ready?"

Facing this question, Bu Laike did not answer.

He just touched his forehead with his hand, like some kind of weird prayer, when the translucent character card emerged in front of his eyes, Bo Laike moved his fingers and said:

"I've done everything I can to be perfect and I'm the best I can be, and if dying like this isn't enough to win, then all I can say is.

Such is the fate.

Let's go, ma'am. I will summon the keel ghost ship of hell tonight, my 'colleagues', and take us hidden in the waves of the endless sea.

Gul'dan and his henchmen will not find us until we emerge from the shadows and take all his desires. "

"Ok."

Garona's figure emerged from the edge of the dark shadow, and she also "dressed up" for this battle, wearing the standard uniform of the Shadow Council orc assassins.

Dark-toned leather armor, dark face covering, not an inch of skin exposed on the whole body, only two strangely curved daggers around the waist, like shadows.

"Lady first."

Laike made a "please" gesture, Garona stepped forward with a blank face, and the pirate followed her, and the countdown to the hunt had begun.

He's already served the league.

He had done his duty as a member of the Proudmoore family, and now it was time for him to take the first step in his new life.

And before the hunt started, he had polished himself to the best state he could have now, just like a hammered sharp blade hidden behind the scabbard.

Just wait to get out of the sheath quietly, drink blood and return.

——

At night on the hills, by the river near Nanhai Town, as the huge creatures flapped their wings and landed, a group of Warlocks of the Shadow Council headed by Gul'dan finally returned to the hills after a long distance.

The chief of the Dragonmaw clan, Zuluhed, sent a red dragon to "send off" them. That guy, who was evaluated by Orgrim as the chief of both ends of the snake and mouse, did not have the guts to fight against Gul'dan after all.

But it is impossible for a red dragon to carry the two clans under Gul'dan all the way.

The loyalists of the Shadow Council, the Stormraid and Twilight's Hammer clans, are returning to the foothills through the battlefield of the Hinterlands at the fastest speed.

Thanks to Orgrim Doomhammer's siege battle in the Tirisfal region, the human legion in the Hinterlands had already withdrawn, and the Wildhammer dwarves alone could not stop the two clans from going all out.

The nearly 3,000 elites of those two clans took about three days to reach South Sea Town and join Gul'dan and his party.

"Where's the blood demon?"

Gul'dan hunched over, leaning on an ordinary bone staff. His leg was injured when he was young, so he kept limping when he walked.

Coupled with the generally hunched posture of orcs, from behind, the aging Gul'dan is really not a threat at all.

But everything should not just look at the appearance.

The great warlock stood by the river in the night. He looked around, but he didn't find his other disciple, Talon Gorefiend, one of the upper echelons of the Shadow Council.

That guy should be here to greet them.

"Go find it!"

The great warlock waved his hand and gave a casual order.

The Shadow Council bastards around them immediately summoned demon hounds covered with scales, vicious, without eyes, and only with weird tentacles, to search for traces of those who should respond.

Soon, a warlock came back with an animal skin letter, and he handed it to Gul'dan, who took a look at it in his hand and laughed.

"Hehe, Tarongol is indeed my most proud disciple. He has taught him how to learn cunning to the bone. At this moment, he is still thinking of betting on both ends."

"Honorable Gul'dan, the Gorefiend betrayed us, and he brought the death knight to support Orgrim's war! He should have supported us!"

Another warlock cursed fiercely.

But after being glanced at by Gul'dan, he immediately shut his mouth.

"It's nothing. A qualified warlock should be as cunning as he is, and never pin his hopes on the promises of others."

Gul'dan ignited a fire of fel energy and burned the animal hide letter.

He looked at Nanhai Town in the night, and said without interest:

"One more him, one less him, it doesn't matter.

Go to South Sea Town and collect the ships we need, the strongest ones.

Bring enough supplies.

When the elite of the clan rush over, we will go to sea immediately! We can't delay, if we are targeted by the human admiral, our journey will be too much trouble.

Curse those damned Kul Tirans! "

(end of this chapter)