Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1293 43. A person with such a bottom line like me won’t even give me a broken bow? -【35】

(Added update for the "Sword of Philio" brothers)

The Exodar spacecraft slowly landed on the flying platform extending outside Hellfire Fortress. The place where the Evil Orc Sky Knights took off was now cleared.

Of course, such a small platform is not enough to bear the weight of a spacecraft, so it can only be docked temporarily.

After dropping off the important people on board, the Draenei ship had to return to their base deep in the ocean outside the main continent of Draenor.

The entire "Storm Fleet" of the Draenei is there. It has not been used for two hundred years, but the ships are being repaired by technicians recently. It seems that they are preparing for a big operation.

"Welcome, Your Excellency the Prophet, and General Maraad."

The Grand Knight Turalyon, who was greeting the guests on the flying platform, took the initiative to step forward as a believer of the Holy Light, salute the prophet and the commander-in-chief of the defense, and cultivate relations in the name of the Church of the Holy Light.

The Death Knight Lord stood aside and looked at the leader of the Draenei people in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze.

His eyes couldn't be considered kind, but considering that death knights always looked like they were afraid of strangers, it wasn't considered impolite.

Representatives of other powers were also waiting on the platform to speak to the prophet.

Even Old Staghelm, who has been elusive since coming to Draenor, appeared, bringing Hissari Black Crow and Hamuul Runetotem to represent the Cenarion Expedition.

Everyone was familiar with this kind of exchange in a scene, but just when everyone was about to compliment each other happily, Black walked out of the spaceship with a group of demon hunters who were bandaged, weak in body, but in an unusually high state of mind.

They were guarding a strange, demonic instrument that was rolled out of the teleportation screen on a draenei cart.

Black did not greet anyone else. He looked at Kael'thas Sunstrider and said:

"You come with us. This thing requires your superb magic skills to interpret. There are others. Let's talk to Lord Velen about the customs and customs of various races in Azeroth.

Formal talks will wait until we get this thing sorted out. "

"What's this?"

When Dalaran's Archmage Ansrem Ruinvivor saw Black, he planned to step forward to speak, but his attention was quickly attracted by the demon machine in front of him.

The archmage's intuition told him that this thing was important.

"This is the devil's communicator!"

Lord Ravencrest stepped forward, caressing the thing in front of him with a nostalgic look, and said in a hoarse voice:

“In the ancient war ten thousand years ago, we often used this kind of thing to monitor the intelligence exchanges between demons, but the one in front of us is much more complicated than any communicator I have ever seen.

I guess it's used to communicate with the legion's headquarters? "

"Yes, directly connected to the world of Argus."

Blake replied.

The name of his hometown immediately attracted the attention of the Prophet and General Maraad. Velen glanced at the communicator that was guarded by demon hunters. He stroked his beard and said:

"We Draenei have been dealing with demons for twenty-five thousand years, and we also know something about demon machines. Do you need me to send a great technician to help you adjust the communication frequency?"

"Of course! That's exactly what we need."

Blake glanced at the Delaney spaceship behind him and said:

"I can only rest assured if professionals operate it. This thing is destined to be used only a few times before it will be discovered by the spies in the legion. We must use it carefully to get the information I need."

Having said this, the pirate looked at the people around him and said with emphasis:

"I'm not trying to scare you, but this thing is related to the future of Draenor.

I need everyone to be very attentive. If the contact with that guy fails, we don't have to play anymore and just admit defeat. "

The stinking pirate had spoken to such an extent that others naturally did not dare to neglect. The death knights quickly sealed off the upper level of the Shattered Hall, and all the technicians in the Exodar spacecraft were sent into it.

With the help of Kael'thas, who had the most exquisite spellcasting skills on site, they began to get busy around the legion communicator.

"First retrieve the signal and lock it in the Krokuun area. Illidan Stormrage was there last time. I guess he should still be active around there now."

Blake reminded.

But soon the Draenei technicians ran into trouble. An old technician wearing goggles frowned and said:

“Without the other party’s specific location and signal, we can only use broadcasting to search and send our information to all the demon communicators in the Krokuun area at the same time.

This means that even if the other party captures the information, they have to fight alone in a certain demonic camp to find a way to contact us.

Moreover, this connection is almost transparent and open to the devil. Once Lord Illidan responds, it is equivalent to him actively exposing his position in the devil's base camp.

It was almost like he committed suicide. "

"For others it would have been suicide, but Illidan had his way."

Blake sat on the side with a pipe in his mouth, watching others repair the communicator. He waved his hands confidently and said:

"A guy who has been wandering around in the Twisting Nether for more than a year and is still alive and well cannot be underestimated. Believe me, he can definitely do what you just said.

Just go ahead and do it. "

"this"

Technician Draenei has traveled across the entire star sea and is well-informed, but he has never seen such a bold plan, so he turned to look at Illidan Stormrage's servants.

The demon hunters all had expressionless faces. Apparently they agreed with Black's evaluation of Lord Illidan.

There was no way that magical man would end up in the hands of a group of demons.

Lord Illidan is invincible!

"Follow Lord Black's instructions."

During the technician's hesitation, Prophet Velen spoke. He seemed to trust Black's judgment. Is this perhaps a tacit understanding between the prophets?

"We are now starting to transform its communication model, which may take a few hours."

The Draenei technicians discussed it and gave a specific time. Others did not wait here. They had to prepare for a very important meeting later, and left here.

But before Dalaran's mage Ansrem left, he found the pirates.

The Archmage, who also has a relationship with Black, is very haggard. The expression on his face seems to have been having a hard time. Think about it, rebuilding Dalaran is a cumbersome process, and the six-person council must be under a lot of pressure. .

But the pirate knew that the archmage's headache was not just the reconstruction of Dalaran. He also had a rebellious daughter who had always made him uncomfortable.

Sure enough, when Archmage Ansrem opened his mouth, it was related to his really bad baby daughter.

"It's all your fault, pirate!"

As a father, the Archmage whispered to Black with anger and resentment:

"What kind of bad guy are you? You can still inflict continuous torture on me after leaving Dalaran. My daughter is clamoring to go to Narthalas College to join your warlock school.

I locked her in the mage tower for more than half a month and couldn't change her mind.

She adores you.

I saw a light in her eyes that frightened me. My Caitlin not only wants to become a warlock who can't stand the stage, she also wants to join your pirate fleet and do something crazy and big.

But I can't allow this!

You should quickly think of a way to stop my daughter's crazy behavior! "

"Hey, Your Excellency Archmage, it's easy for people to misunderstand you when you talk like this. The relationship between me and that crazy daughter of yours is innocent, and shouldn't you, the big daddy, be the one to step in when it comes to educating your daughter?"

Blake blew out smoke rings and said with strange eyes:

“Besides, what’s wrong with young people pursuing their dreams?

In my opinion, Miss Caitlin is not bound by worldly morals and dares to resist patriarchy to plan her own life. This is the spirit that we at Nathalas College have always advocated.

There is no need for me to help you destroy a young man's ideals. "

"Cut the nonsense!"

Archmage Ansrem didn't listen to the stinky pirate's rebuttal at all. He gritted his teeth and said:

"How much do you need to help? My daughter's life is already in a mess. As a father, I can't just watch her continue to sink into a crazy future."

"Well, it's such touching fatherly love."

Blake shook his head hypocritically and said in a longer voice:

"But after all, it is related to dreams. How can you taint it with money? Don't say it, I won't participate. Besides, this year's enrollment of Nasarath College has ended long ago.

No matter how much your daughter wants to join us, she will have to wait until the next enrollment period, which is estimated to be three years from now. "

"That's what you said!"

When the Archmage heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up. He hugged his staff and said to Blake:

"She doesn't know how she got the invitation letter for this year's admission to Nasarath College, but since the admission time has passed, the invitation letter is naturally invalid.

You are not allowed to open a back door for her to enter school smoothly. Her crazy energy should have dissipated in three years. Maybe I should marry her off quickly?

After having a family, she might be able to settle down a bit. "

"She is only seventeen years old, right?"

Blake raised his eyebrows and said:

"This is too much. I think I have to change my mind. Archmage, your father is a bit too powerful. No wonder the relationship between you and your daughter has not been good."

"Stay out of my house, you nasty, smelly pirate."

Ansrem snorted, looked Blake up and down, and said:

"The Council of Six has not yet settled the accounts with you regarding your plunder of Dalaran.

Vargos and I need to go talk to Khadgar first. After we're done, we'll talk about the treasures you took away from Dalaran. "

After saying that, the archmage adjusted his robe and left here with a crisp flash technique.

Blake scoffed at this.

These orthodox mages are really arrogant. They actually said such words as "inferior warlock" in front of a great warlock. These stubborn old guys need to be taught a lesson.

He rubbed his chin and quickly decided that in the name of the Grand Tutor of Warlock Academy, he would additionally allow Miss Caitlin Ruinweaver to enter the school as a "transfer student" without taking the exam.

Anyway, she also had the admission invitation letter in her hand, and she was originally a member of this group of students. It was only because of her stubborn father that she was unable to successfully enroll.

What’s wrong with giving kids a chance to chase their dreams?

"Hehehe"

Black sat there and let out a cold and sinister laugh, which made the Delaney people who were busy next to him feel uncomfortable all over.

"Hey, Mr. Black, please be quiet."

Kael'thas, who was adjusting his magic power to activate the Legion communicator, couldn't help but say:

"Also, this instrument needs evil energy to activate. As a warlock, shouldn't you come over to help?"

"It's true that I am a warlock, but there is no evil power in me."

Blake rolled his eyes and said:

"There are so many Illidari who are eager to contribute their fel power to serve Lord Illidan. Why do you choose me?"

The pirate looked back, and he keenly noticed the golden ring dotted with huge purple gems worn on the finger of Kael'thas's left hand. This new discovery made Blake's eyes light up.

Well, it turns out that Prince Kael'thas has also made a difficult decision.

No wonder he came to provoke Black in a bad mood.

"Don't look at me like that, I know what you're thinking, but it's not what your evil mind thinks it is."

Kael'thas also noticed Black's gaze. He shook his head and said:

"This matter was approved by my father. He believed that compared with a local war, it was obviously more important for the Quel'dorei civilization to obtain an artifact that was comparable to the Sunwell and could protect the country for a long time.

I did not disclose the fact that Arcandor and you were trying to build the magic well.

I can pretend not to know about this, but your actions must not undermine the interests of the Quel'dorei. "

His Royal Highness the Prince said seriously:

"Although I value my reputation and my promises, for the sake of my people, I can abandon my bottom line at any time!"

"Oh, you intellectuals seem so literary even in your threats, but I can't say anything so literary, extremely cruel, and full of intimidation.

Kael'thas Sunstrider, who has no bottom line, is really scary. "

Blake poked his face with his finger and said with a playful smile:

"Since you value your people so much, I happen to have important news here related to Quel'Thalas, which is a piece of intelligence that my Uncrowned Ones intercepted before.

I promise you, it means as much to you as the ring in your hand.

So, now I'm curious, what good things are you going to give me in exchange for this news? "

The stinky pirate blinked and said to Kael'thas, who had a serious face:

"I feel that an excellent war bow is in line with the value of the information I am about to give. As a hunter of my stature, although two legendary war crossbows for close combat are great, I still need one for sniping. A holy thing to kill.”

"You want Solidar, the treasure of Quel'Thalas?"

His Highness the Prince snorted and said:

"Then we have to see if your information is worth the price."

"Come here and I'll tell you."

Black hooked his fingers, and Kael'thas leaned over gracefully. The pirate whispered:

"You should know about Elisande becoming king, right?

But do you know who the Queen of the Night chose as her first target to conquer? The Nightborne have always been concerned about the problem of insufficient magic power. The ones with the most abundant magic power in the world of Azeroth are you, the luxurious Quel'dorei. "

After hearing the news, Kael'thas immediately sneered and said:

"Your intelligence capabilities have declined too much, Lord Black. You don't need the Uncrowned to intervene in this kind of thing. My father can also guess Elisande's ambitions.

During her coronation ceremony, she asked our envoy in public if she could buy the magic power of the Sunwell, which shows her sinister heart. "

"No, no, no, you don't understand me, Kael'thas."

Blake laughed and said implicitly:

"Since we know that she will start a war sooner or later, why don't we think of ways to get rid of this threat? But Elisande, who has two artifacts of time and space, is not an opponent that can be dismissed casually.

Doesn't the wealthy Sun Chaser royal family need to hire an excellent assassin to help? "

"Are you willing to kill people for money? Don't the Uncrowned hate this kind of behavior the most?"

The prince blinked.

Blake shrugged and said:

"I have always been proud of my flexible moral bottom line. In addition, the dissipation of the unstable factor Elisande is also a good thing for the change of the world.

This does not violate the Creed of the Uncrowned.

I feel like asking a skilled, courageous and energetic assassin like me to take action is worth hunting for a sacred object, right? Anyway, you keep it as a collection.

The Sun Chaser family has never produced excellent hunters. "

Kael'thas was moved.

His Highness the Prince touched the ring on his finger. After a few seconds, he said:

"let me consider it."