Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Damn! I'm still wondering why you asked us if we're afraid of heights."

Thousands of miles above the sky, Eredin, the King of Black Knights, lay on the side of the "Death" and looked out. A "sky fleet" composed of seven ships was sailing in the clouds.

These ships have a strong Troll style, and each ship has the same flag.

The black flag engraved with ancient troll patterns represents the identity of this fleet. They come from the South China Sea, to be precise, from the sky of Kalimdor.

This is the sky pirate of Gaboa, the "cursed pirate king". Just like the rumors spreading around the South China Sea recently, this damn evil troll has mastered the power of the sky.

Eredin and his brothers were stunned by what they saw.

This fleet sailing unhindered in the sky also made the Black Knights sigh that the pirate industry in Azeroth is really awesome! Look at these crazy bastards, the sea can no longer contain them, and they are actually starting to march into the sky.

"Hey! Those black knights over there! If you dare to vomit on my deck, I will chop you to death one by one. My beautiful deck was just waxed yesterday."

The cold and despicable voice of Curse Pirate King Gaboa echoed on the deck of the Death. The old troll, who was wearing a red pirate uniform and got himself a weird pirate tricorn hat decorated with elemental gems, shouted loudly:

"Do you want to try the experience of becoming an elemental creature? As a friendly reminder, it is very painful. I heard from the bastards who I turned into an elemental creature that it feels a hundred times more uncomfortable than death."

"Hey, don't scare them, you bastard."

Next to Gaboa, Black, who was wearing a black pirate uniform, pushed up his three-cornered hat of the Pirate King. He laughed, grabbed the skull flask and said to the old troll who was pretending to be spinning the steering wheel next to him:

"Look at you, you scared our poor Black Spirit pirates. Did you do it on purpose? I just asked you to bring a ship. You have to bring your own fleet.

What is this for?

Demonstrate to me? You bastard. "

"Isn't this just to show off in front of the human kings and paladins? Since we want to intimidate, we must have some real people, otherwise we really won't be able to scare those bastards."

Gaboa grinned.

The old troll, who was now very successful, touched his fangs inlaid with gold rings, patted the emblem on his chest, and put his hand with only three fingers on the hot wind scimitar at his waist.

He emphasized to Blake with a proud tone:

"Ahem, is this how you talk in front of a foreign elemental lord? Black, my old friend, although our relationship is so good that we want to stab each other to death, we should have the dignity.

When you call me 'bastard', remember to add my majestic title, please call me 'Lord of the North Wind and Conqueror of the South Sea Sky'. "

"Okay, okay, my dear bastard Lord Beifong."

Blake said perfunctorily:

"Can you hurry up? I heard that the Seventh Legion has an appointment with me over in the East Valley. You have to understand that I really don't want to be late."

"We have enough time, why are you in a hurry? Like a young man who rushes out when he hears his girlfriend's parents are not at home."

The old troll snorted, pushed up his luxurious hat, and glanced at the mummy crew members around him.

He gestured to his first mate Harraz, who took out a wind elemental horn and blew it. Immediately, many marshmallow-like wind elements rushed out of the clouds and gathered around Gaboa's seven wind elements. Ships left and right.

These summoned wind elements push the pirate ship to accelerate in the air and rush to the destination at a faster speed.

It was the first time for the Black Knights to experience this kind of "airliner" service. During the sudden acceleration, several guys felt dizzy and unable to adapt.

Fortunately, they were dead long ago, otherwise it would have been a bad end if they had vomited it out and pissed off the old troll Gaboya who is now very popular.

"Hey, tell me honestly, are you planning some conspiracy at Sky Wall?"

Gaboa pulled Black into his captain's cabin, which was filled with elemental power. The decorations here had all been replaced by elemental styles. Those desks and chairs made of sky blue gemstones made the stinky pirate jealous.

However, the old troll's expression was not very good-looking. He did not say any pleasantries and asked directly:

"The Wind Rider has been getting more and more crazy in the past few days. It seems to have sensed some bad omens. It loses its temper all day long, and even tries to raise wind and sand to flood everything in Uldum. As a result, it is severely beaten by the terrifying giant of the Forge of Origin. Taught a lesson.

What is the origin of that giant named ‘Lai’?

I feel that in front of him, Al'Akir is really weak and completely beaten. "

Gaboya cursed:

"The most disgusting thing is that the bastard got angry at the Titan Guardian, and turned around and took out his temper on me. He asked me to take my fleet to Draenor to find some damn prince.

Didn't you just come back from Draenor?

Tell me honestly if Al'Akir's madness is because of something damned you did. "

"Geez, why do you think so?"

Blake showed an innocent expression, blinked and rummaged for some fine wine in the old troll's luxurious wine cabinet. He said in a casual tone:

"I told you before, that bastard Al'Akir is not as wise as my dear Lord Neptulon. That guy is a lunatic. You made a bad move by choosing him as your backer.

But looking at how majestic you are now, I guess you are enjoying it too.

I heard that you just robbed Kezan Island from the goblins some time ago. You must have made a lot of money, right? You see, I'm already here, don't you mind? "

"That's what I worked so hard to get, why should I give it to you?"

The old troll angrily sat on his luxurious and vulgar chair made of precious stones. He crossed his legs, stared at Black, and said:

"Tell me, are you going to cause something terrible in the Sky Wall? You see we have such a good relationship, right? If you have any connections, just tell us and we can make a fortune together."

"Yes, yes."

Blake blinked and said:

"But I can't tell you now because I don't trust you yet. I mean, I will tell you after you help me resurrect Lothar, after we do terrible bad things together, and after I truly trust you.

But I can reveal some 'inside information' to you. "

The smelly pirate lowered his voice and said to Gaboa:

"You won't have to worry about the crazy behavior of your crazy boss soon, but if you want to retain the power of your foreign elemental lord and the power of your sky pirate, you have to do something at a critical moment. Good judgment.

If you choose wrong.

It's a pity that I will say goodbye to you. "

These words silenced Gaboa. After a moment, the old troll raised his head and sadly threw a treasure house key forged from the essence of the wind element to Blake.

He said:

"On an island in the southwest of Wharton Desert, not far from Treasure Island, I have a treasure house there, filled with treasures.

I give it to you as a testimony of our friendship.

Then, I want to ask you, is it too late for me to jump from the loser’s camp to the winner’s side? "

"maybe."

Blake smiled implicitly.

He played with the key in his hand, but uncharacteristically threw it back. He winked and said:

"Now is not the time to place your bets, my dear colleagues, please be patient."

After saying that, the stinky pirate stood up, picked up the wine that came with him, and walked out of the captain's room humming a pirate song.

Gaboa watched Black leave. The old troll's face was gloomy and terrifying. He looked at the treasure house key on the table and suddenly felt his teeth aching.

Black Shaw, who has always been greedy, actually refused the treasure!

This damn action convinced Gaboa of his guess. In the near future, there will definitely be a drastic change in the Sky Wall where he sold himself to join!

Moreover, Black is really sure of winning, and a mere treasure house cannot satisfy his appetite.

This greedy bastard!

The old troll covered his eyes in pain. If he wanted to survive this time safely, he would probably bleed heavily.

Alas, it is really sad to live in the same era as an outstanding pirate like Blake.

——

Two hours later, the largest lumberyard in the Kingdom of Stormwind was established on the border between Elwynn Forest and Redridge Mountain. Judging from the current stage of development of human civilization, the existence of this lumberyard is definitely a military center.

"The Night's Watch Legion in Dusk Forest has lost contact. The Border Guard Legion in Redridge Mountain was defeated just an hour ago. The message sent back by the messenger is that a woman suspected of being a Draenei is commanding an army of thousands of undead. They suddenly rushed out of the valley of Redridge Mountain and caught the gathering border regiment by surprise."

In a temporarily constructed position outside the logging camp, an MI7 spy was reporting on the frontline situation to Major General Halford Wirmbane, the commander of the Seventh Army responsible for defending here.

Speaking of the Seventh Legion, it’s amazing.

Although this legion was established not long ago and was only established at the end of the Orc War, the members of this legion are all warriors who lost their families in the war, so they have a very strong will to fight.

The first battle after their establishment was the siege of Lordaeron. It is said that one-third of them were lost in that battle, and then they participated in the war to pursue the old tribe until they fought a decisive battle in the Burning Steppes.

This young legion has outstanding merits, and their commander is also very young. Moreover, Halford Wymbane can be regarded as an "old acquaintance" of Black.

Back when Blake was still running around under the name of "Orc Killer", he also had some interactions with this young man, Halford.

Now that he heard about the dire situation on the Redridge Mountains, Major General Wymbane stroked his sword. He looked at the lush forest in front of him and the khaki hills in the distance, and asked in a deep voice:

"What about the losses to the legions on the border? They are all veterans of many battles, personally commanded by Marshal Windsor. Even if the front line is breached, there shouldn't be much loss, right?"

"Well, the damage really isn't that big."

The secret agent looked through the information in his hand and answered quickly:

"After the undead defeated their formation, they did not massacre, but just drove the defeated troops towards the Burning Plains.

But according to the news sent desperately by Mayor Solomon of Lakeside Town, the commander of the undead has begun to summon the souls of those who died in the war in the cemetery of Lakeside Town.

This was a message sent an hour ago. Judging from the speed at which the undead were gathering in the Twilight Forest, they would probably appear on the battlefield soon. "

"etc!"

Wirmbane quickly discovered an important detail. He frowned and said:

"The leader of the undead is a female Draenei? What about Black Shaw? Didn't the Uncrowned Ones under his command also take action? He should personally escort the magic sword. Where is he now?"

This question made the MI7 agents silent for a while.

The agent wanted to complain, "I'm just an ordinary scout, but General, you asked me about the whereabouts of the best assassin in Azeroth?"

Do you have any misunderstanding about the upper limit of my ability?

Master Shore, the boss of Section 7, may not be able to catch Blake's actions even if he takes action personally. Who knows where he went!

The major general also quickly realized that his problems were a bit too difficult for MI7. After all, this incident happened suddenly, so he could not blame MI7 for its incompetence.

He shook his head and glanced at the position that was being constructed urgently. Just as he was about to say something to the secret agent, a griffin knight appeared in the sky in front of him.

The latter was covered in blood, with an arrow stuck in his chest. He fell from the gryphon miserably and landed on the ground in front of the major general.

Wirmbane and the surrounding guards hurriedly stepped forward to help him. The latter raised his head, grabbed the major general's wrist, and shouted loudly:

"Undead! The undead have passed the intersection, and the sentry there has fallen. They are marching faster, and there is also the terrifying black knight commander!

nine!

The nine legendary black knights are their vanguard. The woman holding the magic sword resurrected the Lothar knights of the Iron Horse Brotherhood. Our assessment of the strength of the undead was wrong!

General, if you can't defend this place, retreat quickly! "

This shocking bad news made everyone look ugly, but Halford Wymbane stabilized the morale of the soldiers with just one sentence. He shouted:

"We are the Seventh Legion! We have defeated the orcs! We are not afraid of the undead! Soldiers, behind us is the hinterland of the kingdom! There is no danger to defend this way to Goldsmith Town!

We can't retreat!

Behind us is Stormwind City! Prepare the army for war!

Right here, fight to the death! "

"As you command!"

A group of commanders roared in unison. The major general was immediately relieved to see that the morale of the troops was available. He helped the weak and heroic scout in front of him up and whispered:

"You immediately send this news back to Stormwind City and tell His Majesty that we will do our best to buy more time for North County's defense line."

"Uh, General."

The scout covered in blood raised his head and whispered:

"I think it would be better for you to say these words to the naive child king in person."

"Um?"

Major General Halfor immediately noticed something was wrong, but before he could draw his sword, the scout in front of him showed a weird smile.

With a flick of his finger, an elf-style short knife penetrated the general's waist and abdomen along the cracks in his armor like a poisonous snake.

Not fatal.

However, the precise "kidney shot" instantly turned the general's face pale, and his body seemed to have lost strength and fell limply to the ground.

Under Halford Wymbane's wide-eyed gaze, the scout moved his body, and the camouflage magic like water waves dissipated on him, revealing the appearance of a handsome pirate with blond hair.

"Oh my, my dear soldiers of the 7th Legion, Shore did a terrible job with your anti-assassin training."

Blake pushed his hair and looked around at the soldiers rushing toward him.

He sneered and snapped his fingers.

The next moment, the wind roared and the thunder rolled, seven pirate warships hidden in the wind roared past in an assault formation from the sky.

Amidst Gaboa's loud laughter, the artillery underneath the specially modified battleships opened fire, and a wave of full-scale firepower swept across the Seventh Army's position.

This group of loyal and brave soldiers were stunned by an attack method that no one had ever thought of.

They roared to fight back, but no one knew how to fight back against the seven mighty "pirate ships" above their heads. They could only passively withstand the fire bombardment from the pirates.

What's even more terrible is that as the ground shakes, the undead's vanguard has appeared on the hillside at the end of everyone's sight.

The black knights were in the vanguard, and the undead knights in the rear were not many in number, only close to a hundred, but they followed silently and began to prepare for the acceleration of the charge.

The tattered flags they held in their hands, still stained with mud, made many veterans feel chilly.

That's the battle flag of the Iron Horse Brotherhood.

Those were the dead of Lothar's cavalry.

They were the most valiant group of heavy cavalry in human civilization. They once broke up the wolf cavalry phalanx commanded by Orgrim on the battlefield of the Burning Plains.

But now that they have returned from death, they no longer have the weakness of flesh and blood, but are replaced by the toughness of death.

"I told you, you can't defend this place!"

Against the background of thunder and storms and artillery bombardments falling overhead, Blake bent down and grabbed the struggling Major General Halfer from the ground.

He whispered to the major general;

"It is the commander's duty to be responsible for the lives of soldiers. Retreat, general, and take your soldiers back to Stormwind City. They don't deserve to die here.

Go back and tell my brother Shaw to take back all the assassins he deployed in Goldshire! I don't want to see him stop me unless he's itchy and wants a good beating!

No one could stop Lothar from rising from the dead.

No one can stop Dark Bone from ascending to the throne.

remember.

This is the prophecy of the black prophet!

This is his destiny! "