Shadow Trails in Azeroth

(Monthly ticket plus update [11/20])

"Take this child back to Tol Barad and give it to my mother."

With a glum look on his face, Blake wiped the water stains on his armor, and angrily handed the giggling little Tess to Maiev. He warned:

"I know your feelings and duties towards the Kaldorei, and I will not prevent you from conveying the information you gathered in Gilneas to the Cenarion Order.

I will stay here for a few more days. "

"Aren't you afraid that I will run away?"

Maiev snorted and asked in a low voice.

"Don't be afraid, I have placed an informant around your brother."

The pirate said seriously:

"As long as you dare to run away, Lord Jarod will have to break one of his legs. Even if General Shandris Feathermoon protects you 24 hours a day, you won't be able to save him.

I mean it.

You should know that I just tamed a demigod demon a few days ago, right? She is also the Dread Lord who is best at concealment and disguise. Guess where I sent her? "

"That's enough for you!"

Maiev complained:

"Since the War of the Ancients, Jarod has been thinking about seeing his mysterious and omnipotent 'brother-in-law' again. Is this how you treat your admirers?"

"Ha, you admitted it."

Blake clapped his hands and said:

"It seems that the inappropriate and obscene relationship between us is about to become a normal one. It's really gratifying."

"I'm too lazy to tell you more."

Maiev gave up her verbal battle with Black.

She looked back at the two children and said:

"Do you want to come with me?"

"Why do you care about what they think about this kind of thing? What can a little brat think?"

The pirate glanced at the "mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood" outside the cave and the Void Watcher who was cleaning the battlefield. He snapped his fingers and said:

"Bring them both back so that Queen Mia won't worry. After all, Her Majesty the Queen, who has a mature style, has given me a generous reward. I can't break my promise."

"I want to stay!"

Prince Liam immediately retorted:

"I can be a guide. I'm very familiar with the palace."

"I even know where your father hides his private money, you little fool. This palace of yours has no secrets in front of me."

Blake flicked Liam hard on the forehead and said:

"Don't try to stay and act as a scapegoat for me, get out! Besides, I'm not staying in your palace. There is nothing but a group of crazy werewolves and their cowardly leader.

I still have to find those druids of the Rende Society who were beaten to death by werewolves. God knows where they ran and hid. "

"I know!"

Lorna Crowley, who had been looking at Blake with complicated eyes, suddenly raised her hand and said:

"In the prison of the palace, there are several captured Druids of the Rende Society. Their leader has been taken away by the terrible old werewolf."

"You're lying, little girl. Even I, the stinky pirate from outside, know that all the prisoners in your Gilneas prison were forcibly transformed into werewolves and incorporated into the army to serve as top soldiers."

Blake stared down at Lorna and said:

"You just want to lead me into a werewolf trap so that I, the bastard who turned your father into a werewolf, can be eaten by the werewolves. With such vicious thoughts at such a young age, you will definitely become an excellent hunter in the future. of.

By the way, more than a year ago, I asked you to study with that bastard Nathanos, and he ended up teaching you this? "

"I did not lie to you."

Lorna bit her lip and said aggrievedly:

"There are indeed druids from the Rende Society in the cell. I saw them captured by werewolves with my own eyes."

"Should I remind you that the current werewolf curse can only infect humans and elves?"

Maiev suddenly said from the side:

"There are not only elves in the Rendehui."

"Ah, I understand."

The pirate patted his forehead and said:

"She's a 'foreigner', so that's no wonder. Very good, I'm going to the cell to throw myself into a trap. You guys should leave quickly."

After saying that, Blake's figure disappeared from everyone's eyes.

He didn't even give Liam and Lorna a chance to ask to go with them. The two children were very disappointed because of this, but Maiev just shook her head and said to them:

"Courage can make up for a lot, but it is not everything. Children, you may have understood the meaning of strength. I hope this disaster can teach you more.

Now, follow me out of here.

Blake is right, if you stay here, you will only be a drag!

Actually, you have Blake to thank.

I don't think that Old Garni, who is busy in another world, will suddenly appear and protect you for no reason. Old Garni should have told you that it has never been the same as nobles like you.

The pirates you hate began to protect you a long time ago. Children, it seems that you are all people who can influence your destiny. "

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"哐"

The Royal Palace of Gilneas was in chaos. It was said that the werewolves sent to hunt down the fleeing prince and princess were killed. This directly triggered a riot among the wolves, and a large number of werewolves were sent out to hunt down the escapees.

However, the prison inside the palace welcomed a "guest" at this time.

A ferocious werewolf carried a man in tattered robes, roughly opened the cage and threw him into the cage of several injured Druids of the Rendehui.

This movement alarmed the dryad Zaza who was lying on the haystack with her eyes closed to rest. She weakly raised her pure white but blood-stained cheek and looked at the man who was struggling to get up from the ground.

Surprisingly, she felt the breath of life in this man.

"Huh? Are you a nature walker too?"

Zaza asked curiously and weakly.

Well, don't pay attention to this strange name. The cultural traditions of dryads are different from other life forms, and the way they name themselves is always beyond common sense.

"Yes, I am a Druid believer from the north of the continent. To be precise, I live in seclusion in the forest between Tirisfal Glades and Agamand Mill."

Blake got up from the ground in a playful manner. He wiped the blood stains on his face with his tattered robe, and then scanned around the dark cage.

Well, a frost dryad whose legs were broken, a tauren druid who was tortured to the point of being left breathless, and another... what is this?

Blake's eyes were quickly attracted to the last strange guy.

The guy was wearing a "murloc suit" sewn in a strange way.

Not only did he use weird leather to imitate the texture of the murloc's skin, but he also "uniquely" installed bright fins on the back of the murloc suit, and made the murloc's eyes out of polished shells.

But this is still a poor disguise!

Because no murloc has ever grown to the height of an adult male night elf!

"Hey, my friend who likes to pretend to be a fishman, how did you avoid the werewolf detection with these strange clothes? Do those idiots really think you are a fishman and let you go?"

Blake asked curiously.

The "murloc" Druid huddled in the corner suddenly raised his head.

He twisted the head of the fish-man disguise and said in a strange tone:

"You are not affected by the 'murloc charm'? Everyone who saw me before thought I was a fishman. Who are you?

Ordinary druids cannot withstand the power of this suit of clothing.

This is something I specially asked the King of the Forest to enchant. "

"The King of the Forest is also free enough to be in the mood to help you with such a thing."

Blake complained.

He looked back at the frost tree demon Zaza who was lying on the haystack in pain, then stepped forward and reached out to hold her broken leg. This action made the tree demon struggle.

The hind hooves of dryads are equivalent to the legs of human women. How can they be touched by men casually?

But soon the life force emanating from Black's hand helped Zaza heal the broken leg. This strange healing also made the weird "fishman" Druid and Zaza widen their eyes.

"Your healing method is not traditional natural magic! You said you are a hermit druid? Which faction are you from?"

Zaza asked curiously.

Blake then said nonsense:

"Well, we nature walkers who live in seclusion in Tirisfal Glades in the north of the continent worship the ancient Druid way, which is the secret technique of fusing nature and fire.

We call ourselves Druids of Flame!

I heard that a leader of the Flame Druid faction was born in Moonglade not long ago, so I left the hermitage and came here to look for my companions. I hope you can introduce me to Moonglade to visit my powerful compatriots.

But I didn't expect that they would be arrested as soon as they arrived in Gilneas. These werewolves were simply crazy!

They're going to turn me into a werewolf too, damn it!

But when I'm in Lordaeron, I occasionally hear some news about Gilneas. Aren't your benevolent societies very strong here? It is said that you and Jean worked together, driving away many hunters and forcing many hunters who had to support their families to almost starve to death.

How could it fall to this point all of a sudden?

Where is your leader, His Excellency Isolarius?

Where did he go? "

There was a faint purple light dancing in the pirate's eyes. Under his temptation, the two druids of the Rende Society quickly gave up pursuing Black's clumsy excuse that was full of loopholes.

Under his guidance, Dryad Zaza said in a sad tone that almost made him cry:

"Your Excellency, the Archdruid, was captured! The cunning werewolf king invited us to study the mystery of the Scythe of the Moon, but one night, crazy werewolves raided our camp.

Lord Isolarius tried his best to protect us, but he was also defeated by a terrifying old werewolf. He was taken away by the madman and was said to be sacrificed to a dark evil god.

All of our fellow elves were captured and turned into druids of the Scytheclaw, leaving only the three of us who couldn't be turned, and they left us here to die.

It's really terrible. "

"The old werewolf who attacked Isolarius was Lariel Flamefang!"

The "murloc" druid hiding in the darkness in the corner scratched the head of his murloc suit and whispered:

"That is the craziest person the Cenarion Order has produced in the past nine thousand years. He did not return to the natural path in his long imprisonment at all, but fell into even crazier ambitions.

Terrible things are happening in this land.

What’s even scarier is that we are powerless to stop them. "

"You know a lot, M'ga M'ga. You actually know the name of Laral Flamefang. It seems that you are not a serious druid."

Black glanced back at the "murloc" druid, and said the name of the other person's murloc under the "murloc disguise", making the latter startled.

He never introduced himself to Blake.

The "companion" in front of me is very suspicious.

"Is there anyone else from the Society of Benevolence in Gilneas?"

Blake then looked at the tree demon Zaza who was better at invading his mind. The latter had been easily restrained by Blake because of despair and pain.

Facing the pirate's inquiry, Zaza said without any hesitation:

"There are still some companions who did not come to the Royal City with us. They should still be in the camp in Silver Pine Forest, but their situation should not be too good.

The werewolves have gone crazy.

They did not want the druids to interfere with their cause, so they were determined to destroy all the efforts of the Rende Society on this land.

Nature and forests are crying. Mother Nature is enduring the terrible darkness but is unable to fight back. We, the sons of nature, have let her down. Oh my God!

We're screwed, oooooooooo, we're dying. "

Maybe the stinky pirate used too much force, or maybe the time in prison made the already emotional tree demon overwhelmed. In short, under the stunned gaze of the pirates, this pretty cute frost tree demon used both hands. Holding the pirate in his arms and crying.

I cried so hard.

The cry quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding werewolf guards.

They gathered together, yelling loudly, and a few moved their claws as if they were planning to enter the cage and teach these unruly prisoners a lesson.

"etc!"

The "murloc" druid in the corner suddenly realized something that he had ignored.

He raised the paw of the fish-man suit, pointed at Black, and asked:

"You are a human, right? Why did the werewolves throw you into a cage instead of catching you and transforming you directly? No! You are not a druid!

You came to us specifically to get information!

Damn it!

You are one of those werewolves! "

"Hey, stop looking down on people!"

Blake unhappily opened his hood, revealing his face. He pointed at his eyes and said:

"How can someone as powerful as me be an accomplice of a group of despicable werewolves? Are they worthy?"

"Oh my God! It's Black Shaw, the 'Destroyer of Nature'!"

The sad dryad Zaza, who was hugging the stinky pirate and crying, suddenly trembled in fear when he saw Blake's face and iconic blond hair and blue eyes.

She hugged her chest with her hands like a poor little girl.

If it weren't for his leg injury, he would probably have jumped away like a frightened deer.

The Society of Humanity has always had the tradition of offering rewards to bastards that it dislikes. Looking at the frightened eyes in front of them, one can tell that in the propaganda of the Society of Humanity, they must be described as being like old Hemet Nye. A hateful "genocide butcher" like Shinwari.

"These fickers are enough!"

Blake twitched the corners of his eyes and said:

"In your eyes, what image do I have? What do I call a 'Destroyer of Nature'? Bastard! I have a good relationship with you elves!

I have never set fire to mountains or hunted excessively.

Damn it!

Why can't this be explained clearly? "

The werewolves outside the cell became even more furious when they saw the prisoners talking to themselves and ignoring them, and their roars quickly angered Black.

The stinking pirate turned around and threw out his magic eyeball, and the destructive dead light eye from C'Thun instantly pulled out a dark green beating beam in the darkness.

In just a moment, interlaced shining patterns were outlined outside the cell, making those bastard werewolves die instantly.

"Blake! You said you weren't the Destroyer!"

"Mlocculant" Druid Mugamuga pointed at Black and shouted:

"You just killed so many lives with no expression on your face."

"If you keep arguing, I'll kill you too! We, the Flame Druids, are famous for killing without blinking an eye!"

The stinky pirate grinned and scolded, causing the righteous "fishman" Druid to shut up instantly. Black reached out to grab the lock of the cage, pinched it casually, and the lock shattered open.

He kicked open the door of the cage, twitched his fingers at the dryad demon Zaza and the very unhappy Mugamuga behind him, and said:

"Come with me, pick up the dying cow, and I'll take you out. Although the Rendehui and I are no longer sworn in, I think you still have some value.

Walk.

I’ll talk to you slowly on the way. "