Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Although the Pandaren don't have a real kingdom, these big black and white cats are really good at doing things."

In the captain's cabin of the Nagfar, Shore and Kane listened to Black's words. They were silent for a moment, and Shore reached out to touch the document scroll in front of him. He said softly:

"Let me tell you why when we met with their Foreign Minister at noon today, the sages from the Golden Lotus Sect kept talking about the friendship and future between the two sides and were unwilling to discuss any details.

It turns out that they have already found the ‘white gloves’. "

The Intelligence Minister of the Storm Kingdom pursed his lips, glanced at Black, and said:

"What benefits did they give you, so that you, who has always been tactful, take the initiative to show off?"

"They gave me a lot."

The stinky pirate shrugged his shoulders and did not conceal his great harvest. He said frankly:

“Enough that I risk offending the Child King. Speaking of which, I actually don’t really care what the Child King thinks. I care about what you think, my brother.

I know that you have many ways to convince the child king to accept your opinion. After all, you are now his true confidant.

I heard that the child king plans to give you a 'count'? "

"There is also a fiefdom."

Shaw chuckled lightly and said:

“But I declined.

I appreciate His Majesty Varian's generosity, but it's better not to be too famous for people who do intelligence work. I'm not you, and I don't expect my fame to be a deterrent to my enemies.

MI7 is down-to-earth and never does such fancy things. "

He picked up the document in front of him and looked at it. After more than ten seconds, Shore raised his head, looked at Blake, and said bluntly:

"The Pandaren are making two preparations, right? If the external situation meets their needs and interests, then they will actively participate in the upcoming demonic war.

If the external situation does not meet their expectations, will they use us as cannon fodder? "

"They don't intend to use anyone as cannon fodder, my Shore, the panda people are kind in nature and they can't do such a thing.

Because of the worship of the Four Gods and their own nature, coupled with ten thousand years of peace, the top leaders of the Pandaren civilization who can make decisions are somewhat pedantic.

It is impossible for them to make such a utilitarian and ruthless choice and judgment. "

The stinky pirate poured himself another glass of wine.

He glanced at Shore and Kane and said:

"Yes, I suggested that they do this. It will not harm them, and it can also reflect the power of Pandaren civilization in a very gentle way to the greatest effect.

Their influence will quickly appear in every part of Azeroth with cheap food, and I, who is already bound to them, can also benefit from it.

Of course, you may feel unhappy.

But in the face of such a thing, your unhappiness cannot affect my decision. If you think about it on the bright side, both of your forces have gained substantial benefits from it, while others have gained nothing. "

Blake raised his glass and said:

“So again, this is a testament to our friendship.

Blake's friendship is very precious and expensive. I can help you save a lot of money on food, so don't be so serious, okay? Just smile. "

"I can't laugh it off."

The old cow swung his tail and complained:

"No one can laugh if they know that the food they need to fill their stomachs in the future will most likely be tightly controlled by a group of guys who suddenly appear.

You are helping the panda people hold on to our lifeblood.

Black, I thank you for considering the Bloodhoof clan and including us on the pandaren's 'friendship list', but this friendship is too heavy and I hesitate to accept it. "

"Who said that?"

Hearing Lao Niu's very reasonable words, Black immediately retorted:

"Chief Red of Blackrock Mountain heard that he could buy food at low prices in the future. He was so happy that he didn't want to give it up. Chief Red even wanted to come to Pandaria in person to express his gratitude to the kind panda people, but I persuaded him not to do so.

That guy just doesn’t understand how to be low-key!

too stupid.

Once the news that the orcs have received sufficient food supplies spreads throughout the eastern continent, the old and rotting guys in the court of Lordaeron will definitely be unable to sleep all night long.

And the 'little bird' I put there is not ready to take over the throne yet. "

"It seems that Chief Red is still as 'pure' as before. This is the only good news I heard today."

Shore also complained:

"Are you trying to tempt instead of threatening? If the Kingdom of Stormwind does not accept the friendship of the pandaren, are you going to let the orcs launch another invasion war?"

"I'm a human being!"

Blake puffed his beard and stared:

"Don't slander my bottom line like this. Yes, I have a bottom line too. The Child King is from the Holy Light Church, and the Holy Light Church is mine.

Ahem, that doesn’t seem right. Let me put it another way.

The Child King is a friend of my friend, and he can be considered a friend of mine. My brother still holds an important position there, so the orcs will not target the Kingdom of Stormwind when they make trouble.

But if other kingdoms don't intend to coexist peacefully with the pandaren and insist on causing some trouble, then I think the pandaren will support the orcs with ten years of military rations in anger, and let the group of killer kings help clean up the jumpers who can't see the situation clearly. Joker, it's also possible. "

The stinky pirate snapped his fingers and said to the two people in front of him:

"I'm not threatening anyone. Issues that can be solved with words don't need to be brought to the battlefield. Peace is more valuable. But the panda people asked me to help them handle foreign affairs, so I have to do my best.

This is a matter of professional ethics and must be taken seriously.

After all, they even accepted the reward.

Again!

I'm not threatening anyone, I'm just elaborating on a possible future. I hope you will tell the child king my opinion after you go back.

What about Kane?

Is there no problem on your side?

You want to build the 'Bloodhoof Totem' on the Red Earth Peninsula, and you need a lot of materials. Instead of looking for goblin profiteers, it is better to do business with the Pandaren. I can help the Bloodhoof clan get the most favorable terms. "

"I want to go back and discuss it with the clan chiefs."

Lao Niu shook his hand, blinked and said:

"The Bloodhoof clan doesn't have a king, so I can't make decisions for my people, but I think you must have expected this kind of thing in advance when you asked us to build the port, so I guess my clansmen who are smarter than me won't either. Oppose this.”

After speaking, Kane drank all the wine in the glass.

He took the Pandaren's diplomatic documents in his hand and said goodbye to Black:

"I came to Pandaria to save you. Now that you are no longer in danger, I should go back to the Desolate Land. My people are preparing to migrate, and I must go back and watch.

The Bloodhoof clan owes you a debt of gratitude. Black, if you need our help in the future, just ask! All tauren are your friends! "

After saying these simple words, Lao Niu didn't hesitate. He nodded to Xiao beside him, turned around and strode out of the captain's room.

He was really not being polite. After leaving the captain's cabin, he went straight to the "Magic Hall" on the ship. The Nightborne mages on board had prepared a portal to Kalimdor for him.

That was one of the few portals allowed to be opened by Yulong Tianzun. This was a privilege possessed by the Nagfar. The pandaren will not allow outside portals to connect to Pandaria until they are officially ready to send out envoys.

This will cause them unnecessary trouble.

After Kane left, the atmosphere in the captain's room became much gentler, and Shore no longer showed his slightly cold temperament. He put away his expressionless posture and frowned at his hands. document.

Said to Blake:

"Your conditions are too harsh. You have completely seized the opportunity of the Demonic War to force other civilizations to extend a hand of friendship to the Pandaren.

They may not complain now, but once the war is over, things may change. "

"The demons are coming in full force to attack. My brother, I don't even have to predict that the world will survive this disaster safely. Where did you get the confidence to start thinking about what happens after the war?"

Blake lay back in his vulgar and luxurious chair and said to Shore:

"What if it does happen in the future? The Pandaren sit on the resources of a rich continent, and their war potential is not something that outside barbarians who dare to call themselves kings can imagine after occupying a few provinces.

Their only shortcoming is that they do not have their own navy, which is caused by ten thousand years of blockade.

But it doesn't matter.

Undead pirates are the Pandaren navy!

Apart from Kul Tiras, I want to see which king in the Eastern Continent dares to do this! Besides, how could they have time to think about the threat of the pandaren? "

The smelly pirate sneered and said:

“Aren’t they preparing to launch a ‘fatal blow’ to me in the North Sea?

The combined fleets of Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas, the Knight Marines of Stromgard, the noble private soldiers of Alterac, and the remaining navy and wolves of Gilneas.

From Stratholme to Dragonbone, from Tirisfal to Stromgarde, all those who oppose me have united!

They want to wrest control of the Frozen Sea from me to continue their ridiculous colonial enterprise. Shore, my brother, do you think I am too kind? "

Blake raised his glass and looked at the reflection of his cheek on the surface of the glass. He said in a long voice:

"I am not as cruel as my colleagues in the South China Sea. I never plunder the coasts of the northern countries, nor take their people as my slaves, nor do I break into their homes, burn them and plunder them.

Even if Gilneas took the initiative to provoke a war, I only destroyed half of their navy and spread the worgen curse as punishment. This may be interpreted by them as a sign of weakness.

Fortunately, the Kingdom of Stormwind and Kul Tiras did not join this 'anti-pirate alliance', otherwise I would really have a headache. "

Shore was silent for a few seconds.

He glanced at the pirate and said softly:

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Um."

Blake nodded, smiled at his brother, and said in a gentle tone:

"I want to show them what cruelty is on my sea, so as to teach them to humbly examine and use their own power, and at the same time restrain their endless desire for territory and royal power.

By the time they fail and are forced to join forces, it will be almost time for the devil to arrive in this world. The union formed because of me will increase their chances of surviving the torture of the devil.

They needed to thank me for it, and I didn't need them to say thank you, if they survived the war.

Tell your kids about the King!

I have a pretty good impression of him, so don't get involved! Your Stormwind Kingdom's papery navy can't even deal with a pirate faction under my command.

Besides, I had nothing to do yesterday and made a prophecy for your king. "

Upon hearing this, Shore's eyes narrowed, and he made a serious "I'm listening" gesture. Obviously, Black's prophecy attracted his attention.

"There is a ball of light approaching Varian Wrynn. The light is very bright and seems to illuminate his future and his life. But experts like you and me who walk in the shadows all know that the brighter the oncoming light, the brighter the light. The shadow behind you becomes longer."

Blake said to Shore in a tone that a magician should have:

“Not all evil hides in darkness, and not all bad guys hate the sun. Not only heroes stand on the stage, nor should paladins blindly follow every ray of light.

Let him listen carefully to the voices that come from his heart.

This is my most sincere warning to him. "

"understood."

As a confidant of King Varian, Shore obviously knew what the stinky pirates were referring to. In fact, he was also worried about some of the king's recent actions and was trying to find a way to speak out.

Now with the prophecy of the most popular prophet in Azeroth, Shore is confident that he can convince Varian.

He raised the glass in his hand to the pirate, but still didn't drink it.

This is Shore's habit.

Don't drink a drop of alcohol while performing your duties.

"My king sent me here to find hope that would protect his people in the coming war, and now, I feel like I've found half of it."

Shaw put the Pandaren diplomatic documents in his hand into his bag. He stood up, straightened his clothes, and said:

"But it's still half way, so I will stay until I find the power in the 'Holy Light Prophecy'. I will act with you, okay?"

"No, I can't get it."

Blake laughed and said:

"A master assassin took the initiative to be my deputy, which gave me a sense of security. Remember to polish your dagger when you go back later. You may need to use its power in this battle.

I hope to see that you have established a connection with it. Speaking of which, I am going to Draenor in a while. Do you want to come with me? "

Stinky Pirate Invitation says:

"You can temporarily put down your official identity and follow me as a stalker to release the darkness in your heart and do some dirty work."

"No, I think it's good to be a positive person."

Shore declined to:

"Anyway, you can definitely find a companion. You have so many friends, right? I won't disturb you anymore. I'm going to rest now."

"Don't you drink more?"

Blake took Shore's glass and drank it in one gulp. He wiped his mouth and said:

"The night is still very long, what's the hurry?"

"I'm not in a hurry."

Xiaoer said in a strange tone:

"But your first mate is wearing the same perfume today that my annoying lady lover wears when she wants me. We men don't understand the nuances, but to women it's a ' potential invitation'.

It also took me a lot of time to figure this out.

I don't know how to enjoy the joy brought by that kind of mechanical movement. Every time I am as tired as an undercover agent, but you seem to enjoy it.

So, don’t delay your enjoyment.

Sweet dreams, my brother. "