Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1383 16. You don’t even want to call me Gilneas Godfather [1720]

"Speaking of who knows me best in this world, it has to be you, Your Majesty. We are worthy of being friends forever."

In the prayer room under Fao's crown, Blake rubbed his hands, blinked and said:

"What I want to talk to you about today is Gilneas. I believe you who have been sitting in Northern Xinjiang have heard about the situation there. A few days ago, Queen Mia Greymane escaped from the Royal City of Gilneas alone.

Her husband had hurt her, and her children had just been rescued from danger by me.

We are planning to bring justice to the country shrouded in darkness, and all this requires the support of the church.

At least, while we fight desperately in the Royal City of Gilneas, the Paladins can block the roads leading to other kingdoms from Gilneas.

You know that once the werewolf curse spreads, all wars and conflicts, all preparations and protections will become meaningless. "

"It was for this reason that I returned from the Kingdom of Stormwind."

Pope Fao nodded, his face looking very worried.

The old man drew a religious symbol on his chest. He looked at Blake and said:

"The Archbishop of Gilneas Diocese has been missing for half a month, and none of the priests under his command have sent back any news. Only an old monk who was preaching abroad was sheltered by Lord Godfrey who was hiding on the border due to some strange combination of circumstances. Escaped.

The news that the monk brought back was frightening. It was said that a dark evil god was about to come to Gilneas? It is said that Jean has fallen into darkness and cannot extricate himself?

It is said that he and his generals have begun preparations to transform all humans in Gilneas into werewolves? "

"No, your information is seriously out of date, Your Majesty.

This is why the Church needs us Templar Assassins. Without us, your intelligence organization is so inefficient that it makes people shake their heads. "

Blake shook his head and said:

"Jean and that bastard named Lyral Flamefang are not planning to do that, they have already started to do it! They have already started to advance their so-called 'War of Conquest' in a planned way.

Right now, in the kingdom of Gilneas, which is completely cut off from the outside world, as we speak, the worgen curse is being forcibly imposed on innocent people every minute.

Over the past three months, the worgen population has skyrocketed throughout Gilneas.

From cities to villages, from seaports to forests, countless wolves were roaring and galloping, and even the night in that country was full of despair and madness.

According to my calculations, within half a month at the latest, two-thirds of the humans in Gilneas will actively or passively become members of the wolf pack.

And the targets of these wild wolves are not just Gilneas.

Lordaeron, Dalaran, Stromgard and even Alterac, the entire Northern Territory from Arathi Highlands to Tirisfal Glades are the dark territories they covet.

They want to establish a dark kingdom for their evil god in the northern border of the eastern continent. I think this is a serious provocation to the Holy Light, so I came here in the hope that the church can take action. "

Having said this, the pirate raised his head and said to Fao:

"I don't need the Paladins to invade Gilneas in a large scale. Your military strength is too scattered and you cannot take the initiative to attack in a short time. It is even difficult to defend Silverpine Forest.

I just need Your Majesty to use your influence to get the kingdoms of Lordaeron and Stromgard, which border Gilneas, to take this matter seriously.

What I want is to see the darkness of Gilneas restrained in that land, until a new order is born after a moment of chaos.

Oh, by the way, tell King Terenas and His Majesty Solas, as well as His Majesty the Sun King. "

Blake let out a weird laugh, pointed to the north, and said:

"Be careful of the Worgen Marines and Gilnean fleets on their fleet sailing the frozen sea.

I’m not the only one that Jean wants to defeat in Beihai this time.

To be honest, in the upcoming naval battle, I don’t think I can even send the top three strategic targets of the Old Wolf King.

If the other kings don't act quickly, I don't know if my undead pirates can still exist after this battle, but the Alliance fleet and the Three Kingdoms navy will definitely belong to Gilneas.

If everything goes well, and if Lelar Flamefang's control over the werewolves is strong enough, Jean will also have a very luxurious "sea wolf pack" after conquering the land of northern Xinjiang.

Tsk tsk, this is the ruthless thought and werewolf wisdom that an old wolf should have. This old guy, Gene, can always do all kinds of ruthless things for us inadvertently.

To be honest, I'm starting to like him a little bit.

I don’t know if it’s too late to apologize for my previous behavior of humiliating him and form an alliance with him. "

"Don't say such crazy things! The Holy Light is watching you."

Faol scolded Black, but the news Black brought back did make people feel very bad. Even the prophet who came to Azeroth for the first time felt the badness of the problem from the description of the smelly pirate.

But he was not very familiar with Northern Xinjiang, so he could only listen to Blake's description and look for the locations of the forces that appeared on the map he carried with him.

While thinking under Faol's crown, the Prophet finally figured out the land borders between Gilneas and other kingdoms, which made him look extremely worried on his face.

He stroked his well-groomed white beard and said to Blake:

"The Werewolf Curse mode reminds me of the undead. There is no other meaning, it's just purely based on my feelings. Such a crisis cannot be ignored.

Especially when you know that the werewolf curse can infect humans, maybe you should take the same action as last time and hire non-infected foreigners for border defense? "

"That's good advice!"

Blake gave the prophet a thumbs up and waved, saying:

"But this is not my business. It depends on whether Your Majesty can persuade old Terenas and Thoras Trollbane to hire those alien warriors. You don't even need to hire them."

The smelly pirate played with the wine bottle in his hand and said:

"There are enough 'foreign races' in Lordaeron and Stromgarde that can be used to fill the army line."

"Huh? Are you talking about those orc prisoners?"

His Majesty the Pope, who was thinking about it, suddenly realized what Black meant. He frowned, obviously very dissatisfied with Black's behavior of not taking human life as his life.

But if you think about it carefully, the pirates' outrageous suggestion is actually not impossible.

Anyway, keeping green-skinned orcs in shelters in various countries is a waste of money and food. After confirming that the orcs will not rearm, it is not an outrage to drive them to the border to defend against possible invading werewolves.

And judging from the fact that although the old man Shengguang doesn't like it, he has extremely high political literacy, he can basically be sure that as long as he wants Terenas and Solas to propose this suggestion, the two old kings will definitely agree.

They don't have any good feelings towards orcs, just like they don't have any good feelings towards werewolves. No matter who of the two dies, the kings will not feel so sad that they shed a drop of tears.

However, it was precisely because of Faao's superb political sense that he suddenly realized something that the pirates had not said clearly, but was very important.

The old man of Holy Light narrowed his eyes, glanced at Black, and said:

"What about the future of Gilneas?"

"Huh? What does that mean?"

Blake asked pretending to be stupid.

His Majesty Faao shook his head and said bluntly:

"You said that you accepted Queen Mia's request to carry out an activity to bring order to Gilneas. I have always been very confident in your destructive power. An operation with such a high-profile participation by you has a high chance of success.

So, what happens after victory? Black, what are your plans for Gilneas? Is it like you arranged Alterac? "

"Eh heh heh!"

The pirate was really surprised now.

He blinked and looked at Faao Mian, and said in surprise:

"How do you know that I have my own arrangements in Alterac? Although Auriden is a bit useless and has been losing ground in the political struggle with the Barov family, I have full confidence in his ability to keep secrets.

Logically speaking, the fact that he was manipulated by me should not be leaked so easily. Let me guess, the Barov family planned to do something in Alterac, and then they sued the Holy Light Church?

Did they tell you all my arrangements? "

"Roughly the same."

His Majesty Faao obviously does not intend to discuss this issue too much. He really has no interest in dirty politics at all. But he didn't, and Blake was very interested.

The pirate pursed his lips and said:

"With the Barov family's behavior, they want to subvert the royal power of Alterac and truly become the masters of that small country, but the reward they can offer is not enough to impress the church.

After all, the people of Alterac are strong and tough, and it is a bitter cold place. No matter wealth or power there, you cannot convince the church leaders unless the Barov family gives you what you value most.

Did they promise you that they would help the Church of the Holy Light spread its faith in Alterac? I guess they must have 'mortgaged' the religious power of that country to the church to persuade you to acquiesce. "

"Why do you care so much about Alterac?"

His Majesty Fao was annoyed by Black's questioning. He waved his hands and said:

"I have rejected the Barov family's request. I have no intention of letting my faith get involved in the political whirlpool!"

"No! Your Majesty, you should agree."

Blake shook his head and said:

"But instead of compromising with the great nobleman Barov, I heard that the people in that family have some psychological problems, perhaps because of the bad habits of internal marriage for many years that have caused diseases in their blood.

You can take the initiative to discuss this matter with His Majesty Auriden Perenold.

I will send him a letter asking him to use official means to cooperate with the spread of Holy Light faith in that bitter cold land. I will even provide certain support to help you build churches deep in the mountains.

The Uncrowned Ones under my command will also be responsible for protecting the safety of church members in Alterac! I will work hard to turn the conservative Kingdom of Alterac into the Holy Light's 'Kingdom of God on Earth' in the northern frontier!

As a price in exchange.

I want the Holy Light Church to completely withdraw from Gilneas!

One country for another, this deal is reasonable, right? Under the crown. "

"boom"

The Pope's fist hit the table in front of him. Black's shamelessness completely angered this sincere believer. Golden flames burned around the old man of Holy Light, and he angrily shouted:

"There are nearly seven million people in the southern region of Gilneas alone! Counting the border residents in the Silverpine Forest territory and the mountain residents in the kingdom's mountains, the Holy Light has nearly ten million people in that country.

And Alterac has less than 1.2 million citizens!

Blake Shaw!

You are challenging the bottom line of what I can tolerate! "

"But I don't think Holy Light has taught you to evaluate the amount of faith based on the number of people, right?"

The pirate shrugged and said calmly in front of his angry majesty:

"And half of the so-called people of Gilneas have become werewolves. I'm not racist, but I don't think that werewolves who are full of animal nature in their hearts will obey the teachings of the Holy Light.

Regarding this, we can consult professionals in this field. "

As he spoke, Blake turned to look at the lively prophet Velen next to him, and asked seriously:

"You have also seen werewolves. Your Excellency the Prophet. Based on your experience of serving the Holy Light for 30,000 years, do you think such a creature can be influenced by the Holy Light?"

"Well, if it's made of light, it's possible."

Viren thought for a while and said:

"No matter what creature has flesh and blood and soul, it will establish an absolute connection with the Holy Light after the Light Forging Ceremony. However, if the Light Forging Ceremony is not taken into account, wild creatures like werewolves that are transformed from wildness and animal nature do not belong to the Holy Light." The realm of light.”

"Look, Your Majesty!"

Blake looked at the silent Fao again and said:

"I have no bargaining chip to bribe His Excellency the Prophet. You heard what he said. Even without my intervention, it would be a matter of time before the Holy Light Church lost its believers in Gilneas.

That's it.

I am not asking those Gilneans who are still humans to give up their faith in the Light.

But don't interfere with the werewolves' beliefs. To be honest, with the violent personalities of werewolves, once there is a conflict in beliefs, it can easily lead to quite terrible results.

I will help Queen Mia establish a Druid sect that belongs exclusively to werewolves and help her better manage werewolves. However, if the Holy Light is really declining in that dark land, I also hope that you can accept this result rationally. .

I know these are harsh words for a sincere believer to say.

But Your Majesty, you should understand that Holy Light is not the only truth in this world! You should bless those children who are destined to leave the arms of the Light and run towards wild nature, rather than force them to remain in your hands.

After all, when you calm down, you will find that there is no essential difference between what I am doing and what you are doing.

We all hope that the civilization that gave birth to us will get better and better, not worse. "

As he spoke, the pirate pushed the box containing the Naaru fragments in Black's hand to Fao. He looked at the Pope who was gradually calming down and whispered:

"Then, Your Majesty, shall we make a deal?"