Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1247 343. The golden toilet must have that smell--[1225]

"Zera's will is fading. He needs to rest now. He may sleep for a day or two, but when he wakes up, you will see the determined and kind child king again."

In the king's chamber in Stormwind Fortress, Black put away the fused black and white swords and glanced at Varian Wrynn, who was already asleep on the bed supported by Shore and Vol'jin.

He said to Queen Tiffin Elian, who was standing next to her with a worried look on her face:

"Your husband is a determined man. Although he heard the voice from the stars, he was not disturbed too much. Fortunately, he sought medical treatment in time.

After all, what he faced was not a weak corrupted void or a strange magical echo. The temptation to show people justice and light was always more dangerous than naked darkness.

However, after this incident, Varian's understanding of the Holy Light will probably be one step closer, and he will understand the balance of light and shadow.

This is an unexpected blessing. "

"Thank you for your help, Lord Black."

As the King's pillow, the Queen understands better than others the impact that voice in His Majesty Varian's heart has had on him recently. Many nights the King, unable to sleep, would pray sincerely in the prayer room all night long.

For a paladin, such behavior is not out of line and will be appreciated.

But the thing is, Varian isn't just a pure Paladin.

A king who is so sincere will only frighten everyone around him. Looking at the short history of mankind, what will happen after the kingship is controlled by faith is really disturbing.

"You should also observe him more."

The pirate turned to Shore again and said:

"If you have any questions, you can send me a letter. Use Lao Garni's 'Special Express' and I will contact you as soon as possible. Well, I won't stay here any longer. I have to go to other places in a hurry.

Have arrangements been made at the North County Monastery? "

"Well, the carriage is waiting outside."

Shore whispered to Blake:

"Don't use your phoenix that only lights up the blind. It will cause unnecessary attention and confusion. There are many pilgrims coming to the North County Monastery every day to pay homage to His Majesty Lothar's holy coffin.

There are so many people there, it doesn't hurt to keep a low profile. "

"As expected of you, you thought of everything for me."

Black laughed and made an OK gesture to Shore. He turned around and left the palace. His simplicity was surprising, especially Shore, who looked at the departing pirates in astonishment.

What happened to this guy today?

After doing something, you didn’t talk about the reward? Did he change his temper or take the wrong medicine?

But in the next moment, Shore understood.

It's not like Black didn't ask for payment.

He must have reached a private agreement with His Majesty the King, and either had already received the reward, or had reserved it for later use in the form of a debt of gratitude.

Come to think of it, how could a guy like Black do business at a loss? I just don’t know what kind of agreement he has reached with His Majesty Varian? Will it have a bad impact on the Kingdom of Stormwind?

Shaw thought like this, and his eyes fell on the sleeping king again. A comfortable and comfortable smile appeared on Varian's cheek in his sleep, as if he had dreamed of beautiful things in his dream.

Such a smile had not appeared on the young king for a long time.

Perhaps, Blake really removed the biggest trouble in his heart.

As expected of a stinky pirate, he is reliable in his work.

On Blake's side, after being "escorted" from the palace by the royal guards, he got on a low-key carriage specially arranged by MI7 and drove all the way out of the city along the lively city streets in the afternoon.

Shore also thoughtfully arranged a "guide" for Blake.

"Has the grade requirement for MI7's recruitment of spies and agents now dropped to such a low level?"

The pirate sitting in the carriage looked up and down at the little girl wearing the agent's leather armor. He raised his eyebrows and said:

"You are at most thirteen years old this year."

"I'm twelve."

The little girl agent sitting opposite Blake corrected:

"But don't underestimate me just because I am young, Master Black. I have already completed three reconnaissance missions and one assassination mission outstandingly."

She patted a long-barreled musket with a dwarf scope on her hand, and proudly said to the pirate:

"If I continue like this, I can become an 'index finger' next year."

"Your name is Anbo?"

Blake narrowed his eyes and threw a reconnaissance at the little girl in front of him. The feedback information made the pirate raise his eyebrows and said:

"Amber Gilney?"

"Hey hey hey! How do you know?"

The very proud little girl said in surprise:

"I also specially changed the nameplates on my body to avoid exposing my identity. This is what my father taught me, but they all said that you are a very powerful prophet.

I kind of believe it now.

Can you really see a person's future? "

The little girl blinked and looked at Blake with an innocent look on her face, but her hand was always on the sniper rifle beside her, which meant that this girl was vigilant beyond her age.

"Oh, it turns out it's from family background."

The pirate didn't care about a girl's vigilance and temptation. He glanced at Little Amber's sniper rifle and said:

"Such a high-precision sniper rifle specially designed for long-range assassination cannot be made in Stormwind City. From the inscription on the scope, you can tell that it was made by a dwarf gunsmith.

Having such a weapon proves that you have an extraordinary background. As it happens, I have a relatively good understanding of the situation of the R8 unit under MI7. It is not difficult to know your name and identity.

Also, about fate.

I actually can't see everyone's future, because most people's life, separation and death will not have any impact on their destiny, only some special people.

They will be favored by fate and given unique 'responsibilities'. Because of what they do, they will leave their own traces in the past history and the future.

When prophets face these people, they can often use their lives to get a glimpse of the future world.

But there are very few such people.

There are fewer people you can see in your scope a few hundred meters away than when you're on a mission. "

"Is that so?"

Little Amber nodded. She felt that what the pirate prophet said made sense. Her father, who had participated in many wars and had now retired, also told her the same thing.

On the battlefield, only a few people can become heroes, and most of them are cannon fodder.

"So am I one of those special people?"

The powerful little girl tilted her head and looked at Blake. She asked expectantly:

"Will my existence and my future affect the fate of this world? Can I do great things in the future and become a hero?"

"you guess?"

Blake also tilted his head and replied, causing little Amber to frown immediately.

With her outspoken personality, she hated this Riddler behavior, but as a secret agent, she knew that this answer meant that Black did not want to discuss this issue.

The carriage fell silent.

Soon it drove out of the city and entered the countryside of Elwynn Forest. It followed the uneven road to Goldshire Town first, and then changed a road from Goldshire Town to the North County Abbey deep in the forest.

"Why are there so many people here?"

Blake looked out through the car window. He saw many travelers in Goldshire. Many people were sitting outside the hotel eating, as if they didn't want to waste a moment.

The famous Lion's Pride Hotel also specially prepared tables and chairs for these travelers outside the hotel. From the marks on those tables, it can be judged that they have been used many times.

This proves that the number of travelers traveling to and from Goldshire is quite staggering.

When the carriage left the town and entered the forest road to the North County Monastery, the pirate saw many people resting in the forest. There were also many tents set up on the flat ground among the trees, which looked like a hiking camp.

But for the observant pirate, he could obviously see more.

"Those wearing swords are travelers from the Asola region, those wearing tall hats are Gilneans, there are also hairy Alteracs, and those with high noses are Lordaeronians.

There are actually salty old sailors and elven farstriders from Kul Tiras."

Blake, who was sitting in the carriage, was amazed. He said to Amber in front of him:

"Are these people here to pay homage to Lothar's holy coffin?"

"Um."

When this issue was mentioned, the little girl's expression became serious. She said with a tone of mourning for a great man:

“Since Marshal Lothar’s holy coffin was returned to the North County Abbey, there has been a steady stream of pilgrims from all over the country, most of whom are retired veterans and lonely people who lost their families in the war.

Some people who had been saved by Marshal Lothar came to express their gratitude.

Northshire Abbey now receives nearly a thousand visitors every day. The king once asked Goldshire to provide the necessary carriages and food for these travelers, but they refused.

They believe that their journey is sacred, and this sacredness requires them to walk to the marshal's coffin with both feet to express their gratitude and respect to the great man of mankind.

Many people came all the way from their hometowns, and I even heard that some people died on the road, but this did not stop more pilgrims from coming from all directions just to see the marshal.

It won't be humans, often dwarves, gnomes and elves will also be seen. "

At this point, the little girl bit her lip and whispered:

“I often went to the monastery when I was a child. At that time, I could not understand the concept of ‘holy land’, but now every time I come here and see these sincere people, I will always respect the Marshal.

Northshire Abbey was once again a sacred place because of him. "

Blake nodded and didn't say anything. He just looked out the car window at the tired but silent travelers. After driving into the forest for half an hour, they were still nearly two kilometers away from the monastery, but Blake I already saw three lines of people waiting.

They were waiting for the opportunity to enter the monastery and have an audience.

As Anbo said, the small North County monastery now receives nearly a thousand people every day. It is completely understandable to have such a long queue. And at this rate, those at the end of the queue now need to wait for at least three days before they can enter. In the monastery.

Those camping in the forest had to wait even longer.

Outside the queue, there were veterans wearing leather armor and bearing unique badges to maintain order, but no one was making trouble here. There was almost no sound in such a long queue, and everyone had a solemn expression on their faces.

Others were reciting poems and songs in a low voice.

"Brotherhood of the Iron Horse"

When Blake saw the badges on those veterans, he pursed his lips and said to Amber:

"Isn't this organization disbanded?"

"It's disbanded."

The little girl pouted and said:

"But the veterans were unwilling to leave at all. They volunteered to keep vigil for the marshal, and they did not fall apart even if the kingdom no longer provided them with supplies.

Every day, passionate young men from all over the world apply to join the Iron Horse Brotherhood just to inherit the legacy of Marshal Lothar, but only the best among them are qualified to become members of this glorious group.

Materials voluntarily donated to the Iron Horse Brotherhood by people from various countries have filled more than a dozen warehouses. These veterans are definitely the most generous civilian military organization in the Eastern Continent.

However, they transferred all donations to the monastery and distributed them to the surrounding poor.

They said this was what the marshal wanted to see. "

"Stop the carriage and let's walk over."

Blake suddenly said:

"At this time, even I don't think it's appropriate to engage in privileges under such circumstances."

"Do you want to line up?"

Little Anbo said in surprise:

"We have to wait at least three days! Aren't you anxious?"

"No, we'll sneak in like an assassin."

The pirate blinked at the little girl, reached out and grabbed her wrist, and jumped into the shadows in the next moment.

"And my 'Claire'!"

The little girl screamed:

"My dad gave it to me."

"You named your sniper rifle? When you call it, will it respond to you?"

In the shadows, the stinky pirate looked at the little girl in surprise and made a joke.

Anbo frowned and said:

"Of course Claire can't talk, but she will use bullets to help me greet those annoying people who laugh at me."

"Then you are so miserable. When I call for my sword, they all say good morning to me."

The pirate laughed, reached out and picked up the rifle named "Claire" and threw it to little Amber, then scratched her head and said:

"He is worthy of being a person with the future on his shoulders. He has been so unique and promising since he was a child."

"Wow, you finally said it!"

Amber, who was wrapped in a shadow curtain by Blake and quickly headed to North County Abbey, happily said to the pirate:

"So, I'm one of those unique people, right? Can you tell me what big things I'm going to do in the future?"

"can not say."

The pirate put his hand to his mouth to silence himself and said:

“It’s useless to talk about the future, but I can remind you that no matter what you do, no matter where you are, stay away from the sewers.

You will become a very powerful assassin, I can already see that future. "

"Uh-huh."

The little girl who got some information was very satisfied.

She also felt that things like the future should not be known, otherwise it would be very boring.

Under the leadership of Blake, the little spy who was supposed to be a guide followed him and sneaked into the orderly North County Monastery. In the hall where Lothar's holy coffin was stored, a group of elven couples had just paid their respects and left.

When the pirates stepped into it, the two Valkyries guarding the holy coffin raised their golden war spears with red ribbons. However, when they saw Blake emerging from the shadows, the two Valkyries were The Valkyries, who were extremely noble in the eyes of mortals, took back their weapons and continued to maintain their duties as guardians of the Holy Spirit.

"I have never seen the Valkyries treat a mortal with such respect."

Little Amber stared at this scene with wide eyes, and she whispered to Blake:

"So, is the legend about you visiting the Hall of Valor and having a long conversation with the King of War true?"

"They still want to call me 'Commander'."

The pirate shook his head and did not explain much about the problem.

He stepped forward and looked at the holy coffin with golden runes shining in front of him. Odin's power was wrapped around the sleeping bald old man, maintaining his life between life and death.

The Lothar in front of him was still wearing a military uniform. His body was covered with scars burned by the flames of Deathwing. He put his hands on his chest and lacked a sword that belonged to him.

And this horrific scar did not weaken the majesty of this old man, but made him look like a commander who had just stepped off the battlefield.

"The people waiting in line, the loyal imperial army, and the guards of the Valkyries. Seriously, if you transform your holy coffin into a golden toilet and let you sit on it, you will be able to live together."

Blake stroked the holy coffin, causing ripples in the golden light.

He whispered:

"I hope you have slept enough, and I don't know if you can hear it. You are still longing for the end of your war, and your people are still calling you.

They see you as a symbol of hope and justice.

Unfortunately.

You are no longer.

Take the time to rest, bald old man.

When I come back, you will be busy again. An eternal war is calling you. "