Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In the darkness of the Deadwind Trail, the sound of galloping horse hooves sounded from the direction of the Swamp of Sorrows.

Soon, a group of black knights rushed out from the cold night. They were wearing fully armed dark armors and riding nightmare horses with their eyes and limbs wrapped in flames. They all looked fierce and scary.

However, behind these black knights running around looking for treasures, there is a strange carriage, which is also pulled by a nightmare horse. The third black knight sits on the roof of the car and plays the role of a groom. Go galloping.

The Black Knights and their minions guarded the vehicle on all sides.

But their direction was not towards Karazhan, the base camp of the Black Knights, but rather across the complicated terrain of the headwind path, with the soldier peak pointing straight into the Dusk Forest.

In the slightly bumpy carriage, Blake, who had changed his clothes, still looked a little frail after the war. He sat on the large carriage sofa, with wine and some snacks on the table in front of him, holding a pipe in his hand but not ignite.

The warden lady, who was still in a coma, was laid beside him. Maiev's head was resting on the pirate's lap. She seemed to be sleeping soundly. Under Black's observation, her vitality was rapidly recovering.

Returning to Azeroth is equivalent to returning to the home court of Luna. As the Chosen One, Maiev is really "loved" here.

"I said you black knights, why are you so hesitant and hesitant when doing things?"

The pirate held the pipe in his left hand, and twirled the fingers of Maiev in his arms with the fingers of his right hand. He looked at the silent King of Black Knights Eredin opposite, and said in an urging tone:

"You're not planning to send me to Dusk Forest and rub oil on my feet, are you? I've told you my plan exactly, and it's not that easy to run away now.

I have to consider the risk of you leaking secrets. "

"Shit!"

Eredin scolded rudely:

"Is what you want to do still a secret? Do you really think that the people in Stormwind City are not aware of it? Just now, you saw with your own eyes the paladins of Watchburg returning to North County on griffins.

Obviously, the child king already knows what you are going to do, and he will not allow you to do that.

I heard that he regards Marshal Lothar as a father."

"Do you still need to hear about this kind of thing?"

Blake pouted and said:

"Varian already called him 'Father' during the Battle of Dalaran, and I could clearly see it from the sidelines. But it stands to reason that I, an enthusiastic pirate, wanted to help him resurrect his father.

How uncomfortable do you think it is to see Lothar looking like an immortal?

Varian should thank me for doing this. "

"You resurrected a paladin king, a figure you considered a father figure to you, as an undead? Or a king of the dead who can command other undead?"

Eredin looked at Blake as if he were a madman. He was sitting in the bumpy carriage and said in a tone of great doubt:

“We can’t even think of such a thing, and I have to admire your audacity again. To be honest, my brothers and I really don’t want to get involved.

Our current relationship with the human kingdom is nothing more than hostility, but if we really want to get involved in this matter and really want to help you achieve your goals, then we will fight to the death.

From now on, there will no longer be a place for the Black Spirit Pirate Group in the entire eastern continent. "

"Listen to your weak words for yourself! Is this what a pirate who is determined to fight the sea can say?"

Blake rolled his eyes and immediately sarcastically said:

"What do you mean the Eastern Kingdom no longer has a place for you to hide? Are you stupid? You are a pirate. When did you need a hiding place on land?

You call yourself the loyal servants of the Dark Titan, but you don't even have the courage to completely cut off from the Order camp. No wonder you have been around for nearly thirty years but have accomplished nothing.

Can you who are so weak really be able to shoulder the hope that Lord Sargeras has placed on you? "

"Stop talking sarcastically, this time is really different!"

Eredin took off his cursed war helmet with a headache.

The empty eyes on the head shaped like black quicksand glared at the smelly pirate fiercely, and then looked at the living wooden sword box placed on the table between the two of them.

Less than a day after leaving Draenor, the magic blade seal shaped by the Archdruid had already begun to wither. The scabbard, which was originally full of vitality, had turned gray, and the flowers that were constantly blooming on it had dried up. .

According to this rate of erosion, by tomorrow morning at most, this living wood scabbard will completely lose its resistance to the death power of Frostmourne. By then, the magic sword will truly spread its own death power.

"This kind of thing."

The leader of the extremely evil Black Knight frowned and said:

"The disaster that this kind of thing can cause in the Eastern Kingdom is shocking to me even when I think about it. I'm not afraid of your jokes. I feel scared when I face your invitation.

I'm definitely not a good person, but what you're about to do exceeds my definition of 'evil'.

This makes it difficult for me to make a decision. "

"Of course, of course, I know that what I invite you to participate in is indeed more evil than snatching candy from children. Compared with your usual looting actions, it also goes beyond the "good" bottom line of the Black Knights.

I know this is difficult for you. "

Blake picked up his pipe and said in a long voice:

"But since you are so kind, why are you pirates? Do you want me to introduce you to be a guardian in the Stormwind City Orphanage? Let me tell you, the working conditions there are good.

Food and accommodation are included, you have one day off every week, and there is a private room for you to rest. The children are very cute and obedient. They will hold hands with you, dance and sing together, and then call you ‘Uncle Black Knight’.

You will also love it there.

How about it?

Think about it, right? "

Faced with the stinky pirate's bitter sarcasm, Eredin said nothing. It could be seen that he was really hesitant and undecided.

When Blake saw this situation, he sighed and said:

"You know the Endless Sea is very lively now, right? The goblins in the South China Sea have formed their own Blackwater Fleet to compete with the pirate heroes from all walks of life in the South China Sea.

Those greedy bastards have realized the weakness of Kul Tiras, and the chaotic order change in the South China Sea is just around the corner. New pirate gangs appear every day, and unlucky people are killed in the sea every day.

Because I have killed Hades, the wailing souls on the sea have nowhere to go. I heard that real "ghost pirates" have appeared on the Plunder Island.

As for the North Sea, the frozen sea that used to be regarded as a desolate place, the alliance's fleet has begun to attack the city. Apparently they did not listen to my warning to them.

The kings have banded together to crush my fleet to death in the icy sea, and I am ready to challenge them.

Nightborne pirates are raging on the Elves' Sea of ​​Mists, and the Echo Coast of Kalimdor has become the last paradise for Bloodsail pirates. I heard that a mixed fleet of trolls and tauren appeared on the other side of the Storm Sea.

My dear Black Knight, you have wasted too much time in Draenor.

You have missed the new wave that carves up the endless sea, and now there is no place for you in this chaotic sea that is full of vitality and where everything is competing.

You also want to have your own name and your own legend on this stage promoted by me, right? "

The stinky pirate blew out a smoke ring and rudely blew the smoke towards Eredin. He knocked on the table and said:

"But do you have the confidence to do that? Go to the Endless Sea and ask any pirates. They will say my name with admiration, Gaboa's name with disgust, and be filled with fear. She would say Farrewell's name, and she would drink wine and bless Dai Lin in the rudest language and fall to death on her bed when she got up at night.

They may also be able to name the Trade Prince Eudora, the Elf Pirate King Anares, and the Queen of the North Sea Anne Bonn. Even the plundering captains under their command can become idols worshiped by pirates.

But who can remember your names?

Black spirit pirate?

Ha, what the hell is that?

Is it a newly debuted circus group?

Of course I am ridiculing you, but I am also telling you a cruel fact. In our industry, whether you have a good reputation or a bad reputation, you at least have a reputation that can be remembered by others.

And where does fame come from? "

Black rubbed his chin, supported his head, and said to Eredin;

"You have to do something that can be remembered and praised by people, brother.

Just like I defeated the Gilnean fleet, just like I made a big fuss in Kul Tiras and overthrew the Church of Storms, just like Gaboa killed an elemental lord with his fleet, just like It is he who now claims to rule the skies over the South China Sea as well as the storms.

Come on, tell me, you Black Spirit Pirates want to plant a flag in the Endless Sea and join the carnival era of pirates. What achievements do you have that you can achieve?

The ability to hunt for treasure is great.

But if you cannot deter others, you will always be a 'mobile treasure trove' in the eyes of other pirates.

Ahem. "

The pirate coughed and stroked Maiev's cheek with his fingers.

He whispered:

"This is the last time I invite you to join me in my upcoming undertaking. You must join forces with me to break through the alliance's defenses and deliver Frostmourne to Anduin Lothar.

You must join me in welcoming the birth of the ‘Lich King’, and you must become loyal allies with me to the King of the Dead.

Through this, your infamy will spread throughout the world, from Mount Hyjal to Nethergarde Keep, from Dalaran to Silithus, the infamy of the Black Spirit Pirates will be known to everyone!

Others will fear you, despise you, and loathe you.

But the pirates will worship you, join you, and sing your praises. "

At this point, Blake paused, looked at Eredin, and said:

"So, my kind uncle, the King of Black Knights, let's make a deal?"

Eredin didn't answer immediately.

But outside the carriage window, the roars of other black knights could be heard:

"Boss, what are you still hesitating about?"

"Yes, yes, boss, I can already feel the blood surging in my rotten heart. Let's do big bad things together! Let them fear us! Let them sing our praises!"

"I don't want to be ridiculed by other pirates as a coward of the sea anymore, boss, I want to show them our evil!"

"Look, your brothers were moved by my words."

Black whispered to Eredin:

"A captain who cannot satisfy the desires of his subordinates is an absolute loser. All pirate captains should learn and know this. Also, guess how long it will take for me to convince them to betray you?

Although the Black Spirit Pirates Group is too hip, with your magical abilities, it is actually enough to become a subordinate faction among the undead pirates. "

"enough!"

Eredin slammed the table, grabbed the wine glass in front of him and drank it in one gulp. He shouted:

"Fuck the kindness, let's join! Tell me, what are we going to do next?"

"Cool! That's it, you should be so bold when doing big things!"

Blake waved his thumb in front of Eredin's eyes and said:

“The first step is to go to the Dusk Forest and awaken the undead in the Crow Ridge Cemetery and the Silent Garden Cemetery where the warriors who died bravely in the Orc War are buried.

This process will take a day. I want you to take your servants to blockade Night Town and the Western Wilderness. No civilian is allowed to escape before I complete this matter.

We want to celebrate Lothar's rebirth, not anger him.

With the character of that bald bastard, if he finds out that we have harmed civilians, the first thing he will do when he picks up Frostmourne is to chop us to death one by one.

So this is important.

To intimidate those civilians, make them stay in their houses, hold their families and hide under their beds, and make them tremble and wait for the disaster to end.

Then, we go to Redridge Mountains, enter Elwynn Forest from Eastvale, capture Goldshire, and finally enter North County! "

"Well, why not go to the Wild West?"

Eredin asked in return:

"Isn't it closer to Elwynn Forest from Western Spring Fortress? Why do we have to go around in a big circle?"

"I need to give them enough time to assemble their troops, and I also need enough time to assemble my allies. You don't think that I only lead you group of 'good pirates' to attack the alliance heroes' front, do you?

I am going to do great things, not to die. "

The pirate blinked his eyes, blew out smoke rings and said:

"I want all the heroes they can summon to gather in North County. I want them to see Lothar's resurrection with their own eyes. I want them to realize that a turbulent era has begun.

I want them to know what the consequences are of not believing the prophecies of the prophets.

This will set off alarm bells for them.

Lothar's resurrection is only the beginning, my dear Eredin.

Compared with what will happen next, the evil we do is just the icing on the cake for the disaster that the world is about to suffer.

You should know what I mean.

Anyway, let’s do it. "

A few hours later, at midnight, Night Town, the largest town in the Dusk Forest, was desolate. The terrifying nightmare war horses trampled around the dark town, and the fearful howls that penetrated into the soul made everyone in the town hide. His own house was trembling.

They watched in horror as the monsters that seemed to burst out of hell broke through the night watchman's defenses, and they heard the wails of the defeated warriors.

This sudden chaos suddenly made the local residents seem to have returned to the turbulent era of the Orc War. However, it was not until a strange sound came from the quiet garden cemetery outside Night Town that the already frightened people suddenly realized that they were What he experienced was something more terrifying than the orc invasion.

The corpses came to life.

In the abandoned church in the Quiet Garden Cemetery, Blake casually threw the withered living wood scabbard aside. He looked at Frostmourne floating in front of him and the commotion in the cemetery outside the church.

The smelly pirate raised a finger and said to the magic sword in front of him:

"You're excited, aren't you? I feel it, but a deal is a deal, and if you want to make a good impression on your sword bearer, just remember what I told you.

He is a noble man who does not want to see defenseless weaklings harmed, and as the sword he is about to get, you should also have some 'bottom lines'.

This will make you more compatible with him, and will not weaken the combat effectiveness of the Undead Scourge. Anyway, there are many more dead buried under this land than there are living.

Okay, stick to this bottom line, and the rest is no taboo!

let's start.

My dear Frostmourne, I have set up the stage for you to perform. Now, start your amazing performance. "