Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Would you like me to arrange a cabin for you? Ms. Viper."

Blake returned to the deck of the Nagfar. He looked back at Vashchi, who was following behind him and "swimming" on the deck, and asked politely:

"There is a pool in the bottom cabin, which turned out to be the place where my fishmen lived. It may be very suitable for aquatic creatures like you. However, it is also the territory of my Void Watchers, so you need to share it with them.

Don't worry, they are all very polite people and will not discriminate or bully you because of your special appearance. "

"warder?"

Vashj made a buzzing mocking sound with her snake-like tongue. The most loyal and jealous maid under the Queen's command stared at Black with a jealous look.

There is no doubt that this stinky pirate has gained favor from the Queen, which is a treatment that even Vashj, who has served the Queen for more than 12,000 years, has not received.

She said in an unhappy tone:

"Do you know how many Warden have died at my hands? Those pesky creatures have been trying to pry into Nazjatar's secrets since the Sundering.

But everyone they send will be discovered by me and killed by me.

What you should be worried about is not that they bully me, Mr. Black, but what you should be worried about is how many days they can survive in my hands."

"Yeah?"

Before Black could answer, Sera Moonguard appeared from the shadow behind Vashj and spoke first:

"I'll pluck all your 'hair' tonight, and put a leash on you tomorrow. At dawn the day after tomorrow, you will become my new hunting dog."

Spymaster Vashj, over the past three hundred years, you have killed twenty-seven of my sisters, and I want you to die twenty-seven times to repay this heartbreaking death. "

Thera's pyramid was pressed against Vashj's scaly neck, and one of Vashj's six hands held a poisonous snake-scale dagger behind its back, which was also pressed against the gap in the Moon Guard's Warden armor. at.

When these two equally matched guys met, they were at odds with each other, and the sparks that sparked made the pirates' eyes widen.

"Okay, okay, I knew it wouldn't be that easy."

Blake stepped forward, held down the shoulders of Sera and Vashj, and separated the two women who were staring at each other. He said:

"Bear with your murderous intent, ladies.

Adults know that life is not easy and requires compromise, and now I need you to maintain a semblance of peace for the time being until the day when my false allegiance to Queen Azshara is broken.

I promise, Serah, when that day comes, you can have whatever you want, whether it's Lady Vashj's hair or her head.

As long as you can get it. "

The pirate appeased his watcher, then looked at Vashj, who was sneering, and said:

"Forget it, just find a room on the stern of the ship to rest, and be prepared for a long journey. Mistress Viper, since Queen Azshara asked me to use you, then I won't be polite.

I need you to accompany me on the journey to Draenor. I heard that you are the best hunter and assassin in the Naga Empire. I also want to see the power of Azshara's Blade. "

"You'll see, Captain."

The Viper Mistress proudly put away her weapon, snorted and swayed her waist towards the stern of the ship.

Behind her, Sera Moonguard put down the pyramid indifferently. She looked at Black and said:

"Can I bury her somewhere in Draenor?"

"I don't advise you to do this."

Black said:

"But if you have to do it, don't let me know, and start it carefully."

"understood."

Sera hummed with satisfaction, nodded to the pirate, and disappeared into her shadow.

The pirate was frightened by the previous hatred between women. While complaining about why women should embarrass women, he walked into his captain's cabin and started his daily learning journey.

One day later, the ghost ship finally sailed out of the foggy sea, entered the territory of the South China Sea, and began to move towards the Kul Tiras sea. They would rest there temporarily and put down Shore and the pregnant shieldmaidens who were going back to the Broken Islands. , and then direct flight to Tol Barad.

The Naqfar was already very familiar with this voyage and did not need guidance from the captain, so the stinky pirate had a very comfortable life these two days, the kind of comfort that comes from being temporarily freed from trouble.

In order to pass the time, Blake also read the intelligence summary just sent by Red-haired Jack. He wanted to know what happened in the outside world that deserved attention during the time he spent in Pandaria.

As a result, the first piece of information made Blake's eyes widen.

"A prison in Quel'Thalas was breached? Or was it caused by the Amani trolls?"

The stinky pirate sitting on the captain's chair held a green apple in his hand and took a bite. He looked at the information carefully and quickly tasted a different flavor from it.

"Good daughter, find your Aunt Fenna."

The pirate glanced at Miss Shipling, who was sitting on the other side of the desk, frowning while doing the paper. He glanced at Nagfar's answer on the paper and shook his head.

This child must not have studied hard recently. He made several mistakes in the multiple-choice questions he had already completed. How can Dean Lan Yue be satisfied with such a level?

Miss Shipling suddenly raised her head and looked at her pirate father. She said with a hint of surprise:

"No need to do papers anymore? Can I go out and play? The fish people organized the Snail Grand Prix today. It's really lively. I want to go and watch it too."

"well"

Blake sighed and said to Nagfar who was enduring the torture:

"Let's go to the game, but this set of papers must be completed before tonight."

"yeah."

The ship spirit let out a cheer, jumped off the chair, rushed into his father's arms, pecked the pirate on the cheek, and disappeared into the captain's cabin with a smile.

Well, Nagfar's current form is no longer the mature look of the Black Dragon Princess. Probably because she played too much with Little Reshi, she changed her body shape into a cute one out of some childish idea. Red panda.

That's a good thing for Blake.

A good thing in every sense of the word.

Soon, Fenna, who was covered in sweat while practicing martial arts, was sent to the captain's cabin. The stupid warrior was used to the ship spirit's behavior of moving others around at will.

She didn't care, she held the Ashbringer in her hand, took out a bottle of wine from her stinky brother's wine cabinet, bit open the cork, looked at her brother, and said:

"What's going on? Heya is still waiting for me, please tell me."

"this!"

Black handed Fenner the information about Quel'Thalas prison being invaded by trolls, blinked and said:

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

"ah?"

Fenner glanced at the information in her hand and exclaimed:

"That girl in Anares is very efficient. She got on the line with Councilor Darkan so quickly. I know that this prison is right next to Dysom City, which is the administrative area of ​​Darkan.

It seems that they must have reached some shady deal. The prisoners in that prison are all thugs who are dissatisfied with the royal power of Quel'Thalas, and they are most suitable to be pirates. "

"I knew it!"

The smelly pirate sighed and said:

"If you provide her with information, what will she give you in return?"

"A sword! A very powerful sword."

Fenna's eyes were shining and she said:

"I suspect that it is the Sword of Stromkar Empire that was lost in the Battle of Dalaran. Anares said that she could help me get information about that sword. She said that the sword fell into the hands of Naga.

I'm planning on snatching it back if I get the chance. "

"well"

Blake was even more helpless, he said:

"That sword is in Azshara's treasure house. How can you snatch it away? You are just being used as a spear by others. Forget it, go practice your martial arts. I will come back to you if I need anything."

"Oh well."

Fenna didn't care at all about her bratty brother's lamentation. With the magnanimity a warrior should have, she pushed the door open and left with a bottle of wine.

Blake looked at Fenna who was leaving. He noticed that the silver layer of courage and divine power on the idiot sister's body shone brighter than before. It seemed that the trip to Pandaria had also greatly improved Fenna.

It's just this brain.

Forget it, just don’t say it.

He picked up the second piece of information, which made the pirate a little bit unable to laugh.

This is about the recent changes in Gilneas. The intelligence said that after Genn returned to Gilneas with the Scythe of the Moon, the werewolf problem seemed to be curbed at once.

According to reports from the Uncrowned One's spies in Gilneas, in less than a month, at least five werewolf groups in the Black Forest had surrendered to the king's commander.

Moreover, after Jean returned this time, he began to promote the idea of ​​"coexisting with werewolves" across the country, which represented a change in Gilneas' official attitude towards werewolves.

Some of their lords even began to take the initiative to contact the werewolves in their territory, and like their king, began to try to "conquer" those dangerous creatures.

The official change of attitude suddenly put the originally flourishing Wolf Worship Cult in an extremely embarrassing situation.

These guys who claimed to be rebels against the tyranny of Gilneas instantly lost their biggest weapon of public opinion. Officials began to accept the existence of werewolves, and promised to give werewolves hope to cure their wild nature and have the same status as citizens.

The so-called rebels were suddenly untenable.

"trouble!"

Blake threw the information on the table, frowned and said:

"Jean's attitude changed a bit too quickly. It seems that my previous guesses have unfortunately come true. Poor Jean has been affected by something more terrifying. His mind has been affected.

And Goldring's request

Gilneas is in trouble, real trouble.

But what does this have to do with me, a stinky pirate who is about to go on a long journey? "

The pirate shrugged, picked up his pipe and picked up the third piece of information.

This is the news sent back by the Uncrowned One from Suramar. The Grand Magister Elisande held a grand coronation ceremony for himself a week ago.

She proclaimed herself the protector of the Nightborne and Queen of Suramar, finally taking a crucial step toward independence.

No wonder Queen Azshara is so angry.

Elisande's behavior basically announced that the last elf faction related to the Elf Empire had essentially broken away from the rule of Azshara. If the Nagas were not still there, this coronation ceremony would have announced the complete end of the Elf Empire. .

"Wow, with two artifacts of time and space in hand, and contact with the Magic Legion, plus the contact with the Kaldorei to make peace, it seems that my dear Ms. Archmage is full of confidence."

Black laughed loudly. He thought for a while and knocked on the table. He originally planned to call the Parasaurus, but Sephiel was still dealing with the matters of the Yungol Vulcan on the mysterious time island of Pandaria and had not yet returned.

The stinking pirate had no choice but to go to the treasure room of the Nagfar in person, select a few gifts and give them to Sera, asking her to arrange for the Uncrowned to send someone to deliver them to the Grand Magister.

I sent it in the name of 'King of the North Sea' Black Shaw to congratulate the Grand Magister on his coronation, and by the way to contact the non-existent diplomatic relations between the two parties.

Although we are not friends.

But being crowned is a big deal and must be taken seriously.

In this way, if you come and go, friendship may be born. Who can say for sure, and Black also saw another meaning from the information about Elisande's coronation.

Suramar's demon hunters should have successfully evacuated.

In the information from the Uncrowned, they only saw a few Nightborne demon hunters appearing at the coronation ceremony, and there was no trace of the Illidari.

After giving instructions about the gifts, Blake returned to the captain's cabin and continued to read through the information he had missed.

He saw the news sent back from Feralas, saying that General Shandis Feathermoon, who had not been seen for a long time, had returned to his loyal Feathermoon Fortress, and according to rumors, General Feathermoon returned this time. Seems to be in a good mood.

This news made the stinky pirate smile meaningfully and obscenely.

It seems that with his advice, Ms. Shandris finally got what she had been asking for. The lovers of more than 10,000 years finally got married. It is estimated that it will be time before her brother-in-law, Jarod Shadowsong, officially appears. Not far away.

"In this case, I should give you a gift, right?"

Black rubbed his chin, considering whether to send a big red envelope to Shandis.

After thinking about it later, I decided to forget it. After all, it would be terrifying to be chased around the world by General Hazuki, who is skilled in bow and horse.

"Um?"

The pirate gave up this tempting idea and picked up the next piece of information. He blinked after taking one look at it. This piece of information was sent from Lordaeron.

There is a small albatross symbol below the information, which means that the information comes from one of Blake's "albatross".

News inside said that King Terenas and his courtiers were considering making Princess Calia Menethil the official heir to the throne.

This news made the pirates instantly interested.

"It seems that young Arthas' irresponsible travel has had a serious impact on the Menethil family. The old king also realized that the conflict between him and the prince could not be reconciled, and was forced to make such a choice.

Wonderful!

Old King, this is the direction I want to see things go. "

Blake stood up with the information in hand, a smile on his face. The preparations he had made a long time ago were finally coming into use, as if the seeds planted a long time ago were finally taking root and sprouting.

The anticipation of this harvest put him in a happy mood.

However, there was nothing worth paying attention to in the subsequent intelligence. Whether it was the war preparations of the troll kingdom in the Northland continent or the changes of the goblin plutocrats in the South China Sea, the pirates could not cheer up again.

After reading this information in one afternoon, Blake even felt bored.

"Without guys like me making trouble, the world has seemed so peaceful for more than half a month. It's really meaningless. For a world that is preparing to deal with the invasion of demons, the performance of these guys can be called lazy.

What a letdown, you guys. "

Blake opened the window of his captain's cabin and looked at the sunset outside the window. He blew out a smoke ring, sneered and said:

"I still have to put some pressure on you, and provide this world with higher-level and worse sins, as well as more lively and exciting performances. Well, Azeroth without me is as boring as I expected."