Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"What kind of battle did you go through to get to this point?"

Garona, who followed the prophet and "came down from the sky", flashed to Blake's side with a shadow step and supported the swaying pirate. She had never seen Blake in such a mess.

Looking at him, it was as if he had had a fierce fight with a pig in a mud pit and lost.

But when she saw the horrific corpse of the commander of the Doomsday Guard behind Blake, Garona couldn't help but marvel.

She is a top assassin so she knows exactly what it takes to kill such a powerful demigod demon.

Black only brought about twenty-five people with him before he overturned the Kazak. Although at the end of the battle, only the stinky pirate could barely stand, and the others were already on the verge of death.

But to actually complete the liquidation and crusade against the doomsday overlord without anyone dying is indeed quite an astonishing thing.

"Hey, you supporting me so intimately will make your little man jealous."

Black held the unconscious Maiev and said something to Garona in a very informal way. He handed the warden lady in his arms to the orc assassin and motioned for her to take her to see a doctor.

Garona snorted and hammered Black on the shoulder, which almost knocked the stinky pirate to the ground.

Of course, it's also possible that this crooked guy was just pretending.

"Hey, come here and help me. Why are you standing there?"

Black turned his head and shouted to Khadgar who flashed down. The old mage curled his lips, but still stepped forward to help the weak pirate.

"You are awesome today. You are a hero. How does it feel to be a hero?"

The mage asked in a low voice.

The pirate shrugged and said:

"My arm seems to be cramped, my left ankle may be broken, and I have lost almost a third of my blood. My head is buzzing, maybe it is the sequelae of a concussion, and I am very thirsty now and want to drink. .

This is what it feels like to be a hero

Why didn't you come earlier?

With the assistance of Velen, the best Holy Light priest in the stars, our battle will become very easy. Let me think about it from the worst perspective.

Are you planning to watch Black Shaw and Kazak die together, and are you preparing to solve two troubles at once?

You are really too evil. "

"It takes time for the Draenei spacecraft to start."

Khadgar shook his head, helped Black limp towards the teleportation point set by the Exodar spaceship on the edge of the platform, and patiently explained:

"Last night, the prophet said that he saw the 'message' you left for him during meditation, and asked this spaceship, which had been sealed, to take off urgently. Only it has the ability to carry enough warriors to come through space. Save you.

I could see clearly that in order to rush for time, the Draenei people even used very dangerous starting methods. The ship almost exploded when starting.

From this point of view, you also owe me your life. You are not allowed to tell dirty jokes between me and Garona in the future. "

"It's a beautiful thought."

Blake grinned and said:

"I only have so much fun left in my life. You can't take it away."

After saying that, he turned to look at the Karabor dome platform behind him. The supporting Draenei defenders blocked the platform and the stairs of the lower temple, where they fought with the demons.

The heroes who fell on the battlefield were quickly teleported back to the high-altitude gem ship by Draenei spellcasters.

The draenei people's positioning for this operation is very clear, it is a pure rescue, and they have no intention of taking the opportunity to occupy the Karabor Temple.

First, there is a serious shortage of troops.

Secondly, this spaceship that came to support was not for combat. It didn't even have anti-aircraft guns. Apart from putting pressure on the demons on a psychological level, it didn't play any supporting role in the battle.

Although Blake led a group of fierce men to assassinate Kazak and killed the second commander Kurul, they did not destroy the demon command system of this temple, and the combat effectiveness of the demons here was not greatly affected. .

Therefore, although the garrison officers who resisted the demons were all in high spirits and fighting spirit, they did not try to further expand their victory.

Today's glorious victory created by outsiders is the beginning, but today is not the day when this holy city will return to the hands of the draenei.

They must wait patiently.

Fortunately, the draenei have learned a lot about patience after living through the horrific era of carnage.

"Wow, our little Alsatian prince is so fierce."

Black was supported by Khadgar towards the teleportation point. He couldn't help but look back and watch the excitement, whistling for Arthas Menethil, who was following the draenei defenders behind him and dealing with the demon's crazy output. .

The thirteen-year-old little prince is holding the Lion-Hearted Slayer sword. His figure is agile and deadly. He has completely inherited the majestic fighting posture of the Burning Blade Sword Masters. His figure can often kill into the demon group while passing through. With his neat hands, he can always cut down his target with his sword.

The rise of fighting will also call the mirror image, opening up the crazy scenes of Blade Storm X4.

However, he was able to fight so vigorously because he brought a "good healer". The young orc Thrall wearing black chain armor held the Doomhammer and kept calling the elements behind the battle line.

Sometimes it shoots bursting lightning, sometimes it calls for running water to heal the injured, and it shapes the power of the earth into shields and imposes them on all those who need them.

These two guys are so skillful in cooperating with each other that it’s not the first time they’ve been on the battlefield together.

"Okay, they two came together, it's really awesome."

The pirate whistled in appreciation, but couldn't help complaining:

"You drag me gently, I am a wounded person! Do you understand, you see my ankle is almost broken, you damn guy, didn't I just chat with Garona for a few words?

Why are you so petty? "

"Go in, you! There's a lot of nonsense."

Khadgar was so annoyed that he simply pushed Blake into the teleportation point of the spaceship in front of him. Watching him disappear into the light, he clapped his hands as if he had breathed out.

He took out his staff, shouted to the surrounding defense officers who were retreating from the demons, and began to prepare for a large-scale group teleportation.

A few seconds later, as Khadgar finished casting the spell, the arcane radiance wrapped around every defensive officer around him, allowing the demons to howl and rush at them, and then took everyone away from the battlefield in a flash of light.

This retreat was clean and tidy, and was a true legacy of the great mages of Dalaran.

He even had the leisure to bring Kazak's body behind him into the Exodar spacecraft.

As a great mage who has experienced war, he knows very well that bringing back the corpse of the enemy leader can greatly inspire the people's fighting spirit.

For the draenei people who are not in a good situation at present, they need this thing to give themselves the confidence to fight against the demons.

After the last warrior was teleported back to the gem spaceship, the Draenei technician who was driving the spaceship used a very exquisite technique to control the spacecraft to rise, narrowly escaping the evil spirits deployed on the walls around the Karabor Temple. Can defend against the searing barrage of anti-aircraft artillery.

After nearly thirty seconds of preparation, just like when they arrived, the space jump that activated the spaceship suddenly disappeared from the sky of Shadowmoon Valley, and a few seconds later, appeared in the sky of Hellfire Peninsula on the other side of the evil-polluted sea. middle.

"vomit"

For those who experienced space jumping in a spaceship for the first time, this experience, which was completely different from teleportation, was quite bad. Even Black and his little fishmen couldn't stand it.

After the spacecraft vibrated to a stop, it was transported to the lobby of the spacecraft. The sluggish pirate sat on the passenger seat and retched.

The little fishman in his arms also covered his mouth and looked around for the trash can.

Well, the interior of this magical spaceship powered by Naaru's black technology is so neat and magnificent that even a rude guy like the little murloc can't just vomit on the ground.

That's so embarrassing.

"You look uncomfortable, Lord Black. You need help."

A gentle voice spoke in a very skilled human language, and then a blue-skinned hand shining with holy light was placed on the pirate's shoulder.

The warm holy light surged into the pirate's weak and injured body in this instant. On the character card in front of Blake, the health bar that had been reduced to a precarious level was almost "full" at a speed visible to the naked eye. got up.

How long the stinking pirate's health bar is is a secret that only he knows.

But being able to revive Blake's vitality quickly with such superb techniques has proven that the priest who treated him is quite skilled. His healing power is not even weaker than that of the astringent Emerald Queen, Ise the Awakener, whom the pirates had come into contact with. Pull Your Majesty.

And it’s not just simple treatment.

In the package of warm holy light, the negative conditions such as disabilities and curses imposed on the pirates by Kazzak were also dispelled one by one, allowing Blake's groggy spirit to quickly become sober.

"No matter where I venture next time, I will take you with me. Sir Viren, please tell me how much it will cost to hire you as my personal physician?"

You're welcome, just say it.

As long as I can solve this problem with money, I am willing to take out all my treasures and hire you to serve me for ten years. To be honest, with your healing blessing, I even dare to challenge the polluter now. "

Blake stood up from his seat.

He is still a little weak. After all, the restoration of vitality does not mean the restoration of energy. He may need to rest for a few days before he can return to his full strength.

As the holy light dissipated from his body, he picked up his pipe and looked back at the Draenei leader behind him, who was a quarter taller than him. This was the first time he had seen Velen in the material world.

But the image of this old Draenei man who had lived for more than 30,000 years and was almost immortal was exactly the same as in his memory.

Whether it’s the ever-white priest-prophet robes on his body, the religious decorations on the back of his shoulders, or the Redeemer staff in his hand, made of the purest draenei crystal and tied with red tassels.

Even the Draenei leader's mark shining on Velen's forehead, that strange little holy light rune, seemed so real.

Moreover, the old man's eyes looked like two light bulbs from a distance like other draenei, but if you look closely, you can still see the gentle and compassionate pupils.

His long, well-groomed beard gave him an air of intelligence, even dissipating the strange impression of the tentacles on the guy's chin.

"Although this is the first time we've met, you look at me like you're looking at an old friend."

The prophet smiled gently, not offended by the pirate's joke.

He blinked and said to Blake:

"I guess I am a very important part of your prediction of future destiny?"

"yes."

Blake lit his pipe, blew out a smoke ring, and said:

"In the future destiny, every fragment I see has your presence. If we want to fight the Burning Legion to the end, your presence is indispensable.

But talking to prophets is a taboo, especially since I have personally messed up the future. I don't think I should talk too much about the future with you.

Let’s focus on the present first.

I rescued that woman

She and I have a complicated relationship. I need her to wake up as soon as possible. I want to ask her some questions. After that, I will continue to talk to you about the things that interest you, Sir Viren. "

"Ms. Maiev cannot answer any of your questions right now."

The prophet shook his head, pointed to a closed room outside the hall, and said:

"I just personally checked on her. Her condition is very bad. In addition to physical injuries, her soul is also exhausted. She needs rest to regain her energy."

"She has pretended like this before. She has a criminal record in this area."

Blake shook his head and said stubbornly:

"No one knows Maiev better than I do.

She is not a woman who is so fragile that she cannot overcome even a minor problem such as a fatal injury. I want to go see her and confirm whether she is doing her old tricks again.

Go to Hellfire Citadel, Prophet.

Once we're in a safe place, we'll talk about the next step. "

After saying that, the pirate rubbed his head and walked towards the room where Maiev was. The prophet watched him leave and touched a dark purple irregular crystal on his wrist.

He let out a long breath, and this kind and gentle leader took his Redeemer Staff and went to another part of the hall to personally treat the injuries of the heroes who defeated Kazzak.

The appearance of the orc Rexxar and several of his people made some draenei angry, but Archbishop Nellie stopped their discussion and hatred.

She explained Rexxar's origins. The Mok'Nathal clan had indeed never participated in the massacre of the Draenei from beginning to end, and what Rexxar did today was a true hero.

Even the most stubborn Draenei cannot deny this.

In the end, the orc Batman and his big bear Misha also received proper treatment, which brought an end to today's events.

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"Click"

The door of the Exodar spacecraft cabin opened to both sides in a very technological way. Blake walked into the room in front of him. Maiev was being placed in a special instrument.

Her injury is more difficult and the condition must be stabilized before further treatment can be carried out.

Now, the warden lady was lying on the metal platform like a sleeping beauty. The Draenei priestess had already washed her body and hair.

Blake stood beside the bed. He frowned and looked at the unconscious Maiev in front of him. He said:

"You were like this last time. Now I'm not sure whether you are really too weak to answer me, or whether you are avoiding the questions I want to ask.

So I'm going to test it out in my own way."

The pirate pulled away the blanket covering Maiev and stretched out his hand. After moving for several minutes, he looked at Maiev Shadowsong who had no response, rubbed his forehead and said:

"Well, I shouldn't be pretending this time."

"Hey, is that it?"

Xal'atas said dissatisfiedly in Black's ear:

"Have you determined her situation so hastily? No more should be done? You worked very hard to rescue her from a desperate situation.

It's not a big deal even if you agree to such a favor, right?

It's not the first time anyway.

Come on.

I'll give you a lookout.

I know you have been thinking about that night, and now she is at your mercy, how exciting it is. "

"What image do I have in your mind?"

Blake complained, shook his head, left his Salamani next to Maiev, then turned and walked out of the treatment cabin, only to see Arthas Menethil with his arms folded. He was blocked in front of him.

"Hey, stinky pirate, come with me, I have something to tell you!"

The thirteen-year-old prince said something to the pirate in a very rude and angry voice, and waved his fist maliciously. Blake curled his lips and followed without fear.

It just so happened that he also had something to discuss with Alsace, who was beginning to show his majesty as a man.