Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In the end, the Pirates failed to hear the conversation between Lothar, Nathanos and Windrunner.

In addition to the two guys being warned in advance not to have this conversation in front of the pirates, another important reason is that His Majesty the Lich King does not intend to give Black a chance to have fun.

Lothar was obviously not happy to let the pirates see his handling of the past, perhaps out of the old man's indescribable "self-esteem."

In short, the Lich King urged his "Hand of the King" to set off as soon as possible to harvest the troll leader Frost King Malak who was still resisting the Scourge.

Although Blake, the fun-loving man, did not need to see the whole process to roughly guess how Lothar would respond to the call from the world of the living, it was unnecessary if he had a conflict with Lothar because of this matter.

Blake knew the difference between having fun and doing business.

Therefore, when the conversation between the two parties had not officially started and was still in the awkward greeting and warm-up stage of "talking to each other in silence", the pirates took the initiative to leave.

The nominal term is to go out for a walk and relax.

But in fact, he had already ridden a bone dragon under the leadership of his old acquaintance Yrel to the area where the Troll Frost King was active.

"I said, you get into character very quickly."

On the head of the Frost Bone Dragon exuding the chill of death, Blake squinted his eyes at the Draenei death knight in front of him. He squinted his eyes and said in a strange tone:

"You were shouting for revenge for the Draenei before, but now you accept Lothar's rule with peace of mind? I saw some Draenei in the Lich King's army.

Are all the dead from foreign lands summoned by you? "

Yrel is still the same Yrel as before. Although he is considered petite among the draenei, his fierce fighting posture cannot be underestimated.

Just the purple gemstone warhammer behind her that was as big as her body and covered with various death runes was enough to show her destructive power.

More importantly, Yrel always has a cold and crazy aura around her that makes people's hair stand on end. This probably comes from her experience before her death.

Her death in the gladiatorial arena left her awakened soul filled with terrifying aggression.

Because of this, even under the command of Lothar, the commander of the alien race, Yrel quickly proved his strength.

She now wears the emblem of the death knights of the Iron Horse Brotherhood on her chest, which means that Yrel has joined Lothar's most elite and loyal knight corps.

At this time, faced with endless questions from the stinky pirates, Yrel, the cold undead, did not intend to answer immediately.

But Blake knew how to deal with the dead very well. He kept asking, asking repeatedly, and even used his own ability to ask in the soul, which finally made the death knight commander who was driving the bone dragon feel bored.

A few minutes later, during a tactical maneuver in which the Bone Dragon made a sudden downward sweep without warning, Yrel continued to accelerate and successfully threw the annoying stinky pirate away the moment it returned to high altitude.

She seemed to be using this method to answer the pirate's question and express her dissatisfaction with Black.

But she clearly failed.

Because before she had time to enjoy even a minute of silence, the headache-inducing voice appeared in her ears again:

"Hey, this is the first time I've seen an undead with such a bad temper."

Black walked out of Yrel's shadow reflected behind the bone dragon, and he said to the death knight who was silent with a hint of helplessness:

"You should know that I just want to find someone who can chat with me. In fact, the best way to get me to shut up and obey your command is to start talking to me.

Tell me about the secret of His Excellency the Lich King. "

Like an agent of a secret organization, the pirate looked around vigilantly and asked in a low voice:

"Our seemingly ruthless Majesty the Lich King, is he still secretly missing his homeland? Does he want to be accommodating to those who have offended him but are not guilty enough to die?

Does he still intend to secretly use the pressure of death to force human civilization and force various countries to unite? "

"Where did you hear all this nonsense?"

Facing Blake's persistent questioning, Yrel looked helpless and said with a strange look in his eyes:

"Perhaps His Majesty Lothar has his own arrangements. In short, as an adjutant, I have never known the secrets you mentioned. In addition, if you really want to know these, you can ask Your Majesty in person.

I think because of some of your past relationships, he should be able to satisfy these small desires in your heart.

Finally, I need to stress again that I really have no interest in what you are curious about.

I chose to surrender to His Majesty Lothar because Your Majesty controls Frostmourne, because he is stronger and better than me, and because he has enough ability to command the undead natural disasters to complete wars and victories again and again.

Those Draenei undead were indeed summoned by me.

But I have not forced any soul. They all have the same reasons as me, and have countless reasons to continue fighting without rest after death.

we are coming.

We blend into natural disasters.

We will destroy everything in our path! "

The Delaney Death Knight paused, her eyes exuding a lingering cold air, she turned to look at Black, and said:

"This is all I can answer you, and your curiosity will no longer be my responsibility.

If you ask again, then I will tell you that after helping me complete my task, I will be happy to continue chatting with you. The premise of wasting time is that the combat mission and tasks must be completed!

And it's just ahead! "

Yrel, who was riding on the back of the bone dragon, pointed to a large area of ​​troll-style buildings in the dark wind and snow ahead. The city walls and altars were built with huge stones, which looked like a barbaric wilderness extending outwards along the flat land. City.

"The troll city Gu'drak, protected by the Hormaz Fortress, is the origin of civilization on this land. It is the war fortress used by Frost King Malak to assemble his army. It is the barrier between the undead natural disaster and the attack on the dark land Zul'Drak. Completely conquer the last line of defense before you.

The madman who killed the gods he believed in with his own hands, the tyrant who did not hesitate to turn the power of the gods into consumables for stubborn resistance, and the troll leader who was unwilling to bow to natural disasters at all costs were hiding among them. "

With a kind of "wrath of the dead", or "persistence" towards one's own goals, Yrel said to Blake beside him in an indifferent tone:

"Use your astonishing stealth and hunting skills to find him and extract him from the heavily fortified city, or simply bring back his head.

I just want something that can prove his identity, whether it's a head or a emblem, so that I can announce the defeat of the Drakkari trolls in the war, and also announce the beginning of the natural disaster's rule over this land.

And those troll gods who are useless in life and troublesome in death!

If your allied trolls from Zandalari want them, take them away quickly. These stubborn and stupid weak demigods still have a chance to escape before they really offend Frostmourne.

The frost trolls are using their remains to create a large number of disgusting god warriors. Those twisted lives have seriously hindered the established future of this land.

They are not part of the Lich King's plan for the future! "

"Tsk, tsk, listen to what you said for yourself. If I didn't know the reason, if I hadn't personally shaped the Lich King, I would have thought that your organization was a complete villain.

So callous, so indifferent to human life.

You see, after all, I am one of those weak people who are despised by you, so do you want to pretend to be kind in front of me, so that I can have a better impression of you? "

Blake complained under his breath.

But his words did not receive any response from Yrel. Lothar's war pioneer had already focused his attention on the undead army on the battlefield below that was preparing to attack the troll fortress.

Those corpses came not only from Crystalsong Forest and the desolate and silent Icecrown Glacier, but also from local conquered tombs and the frost troll warriors who died in the war.

Every remains under this dark and cold land will not be wasted. They will be resurrected from the grave or the place where they died, and join the natural disasters that are constantly advancing and conquering on the spot.

Blake, who was above the bone dragon, could even clearly see that the resistance strongholds composed of small clans one after another were being submerged by the advancing tide of death.

Those troll defense strongholds garrisoned by dozens or hundreds of people could not hold out for even a few minutes under the extremely silent and unstoppable advance of the undead.

Viewed from a high altitude, the entire Hormaz Fortress and Gudak City behind it have been occupied by the undead in all directions except for the sea cliff behind it. There is no gap left for the stubborn trolls to break through.

It's really hard to imagine what is inspiring the trolls who are still fighting on the walls of Hormaz Fortress.

But one thing is for sure, although they are still fighting, they must be very desperate.

The bursting fighting emotions were in stark contrast to the dead silence of the undead. The clearer the trolls' killing cries became, the more trembling their will became.

"These pathetic bastards are dead, their hearts just don't know it yet."

As the bone dragon swept across the ground, Blake casually commented on the following battle situation.

These words with some black humor attracted Yrel, who was commanding the death army to advance. The latter glanced at the pirates and whispered:

"Today's Frost King Malak did not appear on the battlefield to supervise the battle. According to the intelligence we collected, he is most likely presiding over the massacre of the next Loa at the altar behind Hormaz Fortress.

Go ahead, Blake.

Put an end to this stupid and dirty resistance trick, and bring back Malak's head in the name of the Lich King. "

"I always feel like I'm at a huge loss."

The pirate moved his shoulders above the bone dragon's head and curled his lips and said:

"You will never find another top assassin like me, so for the sake of my dedication, His Majesty the Lich King should prepare more rewards for me.

It’s up to you to convey this opinion, my dear Yrel.

Oh, by the way, go back and tell His Majesty that his and I's next target is Azjol Nerub, the underground kingdom of nerubians in Dragonblight, and please ask His Majesty the Supreme Lich King to leave as soon as possible.

I served him this time, and it will be him and his Frostmourne who serve me next time.

And I'm in a hurry. "

After saying that, Blake jumped down from behind the Undead Bone Dragon, flashed twice in the air and disappeared into the dark and cold air of Zul'Drak.

Yrel watched helplessly as Black disappeared. Her will of the dead was completely unable to capture the pirate's movement track, especially when he escaped into the shadows, it was as if he had disappeared from the world.

What a terrible assassin.

Yrel thought so.

Even though she was an undead person who was not afraid of death in battle, she still felt a slight chill on her neck at this moment. If the pirates launched a surprise attack on her, Yrel believed that she would never be able to escape.

But such thoughts did not even stay in Yrel's mind for more than ten seconds.

Her attention quickly returned to the ongoing war. Since the Frost King Malak would usher in his fate today, the war of the Undead Scourge in Zul'Drak should also enter a new stage.

Under Yrel's silent command, the undead warriors spread across the frozen wasteland below let out a low roar without warning, just like a signal to start a general attack. In the next moment, all the undead rushed towards them with extremely violent attitude. ahead.

In the name of the Lich King!

Undead natural disaster!

March on!

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"These walking corpses are scarier than they were alive, right?"

On the altar road leading to Gudak City behind Hormaz Fortress, Blake, who was flapping his wings and falling from a high altitude, looked back at the white-hot battlefield behind him. He squatted on the stone in Bateman's posture and turned to face him. Maiev, who had been lurking here for a long time, whispered:

"Looking at the way they roar forward, it really makes people feel that the power of death has finally taken root in this world. And all this spectacular thing is made by my hands, which makes people feel proud.

Look, all six forces have appeared in this world. They are colliding and moving forward in chaos to seek balance, and most of the disputes they generate are related to me. "

"I still don't want to think about the shock and horror that such an army of death would bring to the living in the mortal world."

Maiev, wearing a full set of Warden armor, shook her head and whispered:

“Maybe they should stay here.

What I mean is to stay in the cold Northrend forever, turning this desolate wasteland into their residence and prison, not being known by mortals and not being noticed by them. "

"Of course, your statement makes sense, my dear Maiev. If you cover your eyes when you are in danger, you will not see the darkness, and naturally you will not feel fear."

Blake nodded, seemingly in agreement but actually noncommittal.

Lothar accepted Frostmourne and made such a sacrifice, not to trap the undead natural disasters in Northrend and "enclose themselves".

Of course, Maiev is a priest to the moon god, and she naturally respects life. There is no way to discuss these matters with her.

"Malac is right ahead!"

Maiev didn't dwell on this issue anymore. She held the knife wheel and gestured forward to Blake and said:

“The Drakkari Trolls captured the god of brute strength and mammoths, Matooth, and they are conducting a ritual to extract the divine power from Matooth. This process is personally supervised by the Frost King and his imperial guards.

It is said that this is because Matooth is the most fierce-tempered among the local Loa, and the priests alone cannot suppress this frost mammoth. "

"More than local?"

Blake complained:

"Gauntos can be said to be the madman with the most fiery temper among all the Loa gods. It does not accept any oppression or imprisonment from outside forces. I think we should hurry up.

I don't want to see that crazy Loa blow himself up in front of my eyes.

Although he won't die, it is still disgusting enough. "

"Will it blow up?"

Maiev also widened her eyes and said:

"The divine power of a Loa explodes, which is enough to destroy the entire Hormaz Fortress."

"To be precise, half of the outer city wall will be destroyed, half of the city's buildings will be razed to the ground, and the corner of Gudak City will be blown down, opening a way for the undead to enter the city.

I've seen that future.

I can say responsibly that it is a very miserable future. "

The pirate said while speeding through the shadows:

“But I think the strong-willed Mattos can still be saved today.

Hopefully our troll friends are ready for this. They could either bring a living loa back to offer sacrifices, or they could only bring some fresh mammoth meat back for extra meals.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, the latter is not bad, right?

At least you can have a good meal. "

Blake licked his lips, hummed, and said:

"In addition to mammoth meat, if they can wait patiently for a few more days, they might also be able to taste Akali's rhinoceros meat. Look! Isn't that our respected Frost King Malak?

Look how proud and cold he is sitting on his skull throne.

I think it's time to go and ask him about his views on 'prophecy' and 'destiny'. "

The pirate turned around, blew a kiss to Maiev, and said:

"Honey, don't let anyone else bother us, okay?"