Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The raid tactics devised by Lor'themar Theron were successful.

It can even be said to be very successful.

In a calculated and unintentional attack, the seven magic arrows they fired accurately hit the target black carriage in less than a second, fully demonstrating the excellent strength of the Quel'dorei rangers in this aspect.

Moreover, Aqiang also saw with his own eyes that the magic stone of the arrow was triggered, and seven layers of shining teleportation light curtains enveloped the carriage.

Multiple teleportations of this intensity are triggered at the same time. According to the magic theory of energy resonance enhancement, even if the carriage is really the Lich King Anduin Lothar, it is enough to send him and the carriage out of the forest together.

There may be deviations in the teleportation point due to the impact of individual energy, but there will never be no reaction at all.

However, the cruel fact is that when a group of people were caught off guard, they were dragged back to the forest from the mage Tara in Dysom City using a completely unscientific and magical "reverse capture" method, and were again captured by several people holding war weapons. After the Blade's Naga War Mistress was knocked to the ground with a whirlwind attack, what appeared in front of them was still the unscathed black carriage.

Just from the appearance, it is so low-key and ordinary.

But it was able to survive the bombardment of the teleportation magic activated by the seventh layer without any damage, not even leaving a scratch, which is enough to prove that the material of this carriage is extraordinary.

On the ground at the edge of the carriage fell the elven arrows that had been activated by magic, leaving only the remains. The aftermath of the magic just cut off several surrounding trees like cutting through space, but it did not harm or affect the carriage at all. of passengers.

He didn't even open the car window. He was obviously used to strong winds and waves, and even thought this "assassination" was too fun. After all, he hadn't encountered such a reckless ranger in more than 10,000 years.

The little fishman who was originally standing on the carriage shed as the "royal bodyguard" has now disappeared.

Benbolba was probably the only "victim" in this assassination incident. It was sent to the "Powerful Cage" of the Silver Moon Council by teleportation magic.

"Look at the stupid thing you did. You boldly 'kidnapped' my fish-man pet!"

Blake picked up the elemental murloc "Dung Fork" dropped by Ben Bolba from the ground. He held it in his hand like a one-handed sword and pointed it towards the handsome face of the tied up Lor'themar Theron. Pull up hard.

He grabbed Aqiang's hair and pulled his face up. While beating him, he cursed:

"This makes me have to go to the Silver Moon Council's cage in person to bring back my unlucky little murloc. You are really going to find trouble for me. But think carefully about those people from the Silver Moon Council. I thought it would be interesting to see the expression on the caster's face when he saw a little fishman appear in their carefully prepared cage."

"I have nothing to say when I fall into your hands. It turns out you are more powerful and more dangerous than I knew."

Aqiang was tied in place by a rope made of fish tendons from deep-sea creatures, which would be extremely embarrassing.

His always well-maintained hairstyle was messed up and spread out by the stinky pirate's malicious and rough moves. The ranger helmet was also thrown to the ground, revealing a scar hidden on his cheek.

The injury he suffered in the orc war severely damaged Aqiang's handsomeness, but it added a fierce aura to this handsome elf.

He tried hard to maintain his dignity under Black's "humiliation", staring into the pirate's eyes full of evil smiles, but did not choose to beg for mercy or move out of the friendship between the two parties that they had fought against demons in Draenor.

But the fact that he maintained this elf decency made Black sneer at him.

The pirate let go of Aqiang's hair, squatted down, and said to the ranger lord:

"I thought that on the battlefields of Draenor, you future 'potentials' would be in awe of me after you saw with your own eyes what I could do.

At least should know better than to try to stop me from doing something.

But now it seems that pure strength still cannot make you die-hards learn to be afraid and act cautiously. I think I should teach you a lesson, Aqiang.

But don't worry.

For the sake of my good friend Kael'thas Sunstrider, I will not torture you, let alone kill you. "

Black took the pipe and lit it in front of Aqiang's eyes. As the smoke emitted when the first wisp of tobacco burned rose, the pirate reached out and patted Aqiang's head. He whispered:

“I’ll even let you go.

Yes, you heard me right, I am not going to pursue this stupid assassination, you were just trying to do something stupid beyond your capabilities and failed as expected.

This failure itself is the best humiliation for you.

However, in order to make your memory long, I am going to take something from you that you regard as a treasure. "

Seeing Black getting up with a weird smile, Lor'themar Theron's heart skipped a beat as she was prepared to die.

He sensed that something was wrong and was about to struggle to cut the rope with the knife hidden in his hand, but was slapped hard on the shoulder by the Naga Matron who was guarding him behind him, wielding a trident.

This powerful and heavy blow knocked Aqiang to the ground.

Then, as the world was spinning, he saw Blake walking to the side of Liadrin, who was also tied up, with steps like a damn dance, roughly grabbing the elf priest's long braid, and dragging her towards the black Go to the carriage.

Liadrin struggled.

But how could a spellcaster like her defeat Black Shaw in terms of strength or skill?

The priest also wanted to throw the Holy Light Concentration Punishment as a last-ditch effort, but before the spell was completed, Blake hit the snow-white neck with a light throat cutter.

The gathering holy light shattered, and even Liadrin was hit and suffocated.

His whole handsome face became painful.

"Lor'themar Theron. At this point in time, no one knows better than me what kind of career you will do in the future. After all, I am a prophet. I never base my achievements on my current achievements but on my future." potential to judge a person's worth.

You are undoubtedly one of the most valuable of all the elves in this country.

Even in a sense, your status in the history of the Quel'dorei elves is no less than that of Kael'thas Sunstrider to whom you are now loyal. "

While dragging Liadrin's hair and pulling her towards the black carriage, Black turned back to Lor'themar Sai, who was trapped in place behind him by two Naga matrons who pressed their necks with two tridents. Long spoke.

Under the angry gazes of the surrounding elven warriors who were stripped of their armor and weapons by the cruel Nagas and then hung up and humiliated by their bare buttocks, Blake said in a long voice:

"It is precisely because I know what great things you will do in the future, Aqiang, that I know that pain, torture and humiliation are meaningless to a tough soul like you with a strong future.

Your loyal mind ensures that you can convince yourself and survive these hardships, and all the torture I give you will become powerful nourishment for you.

This is not the purpose of my punishment!

So, I decided to change the way. I want to take away the treasure that you have never said but have always hidden deep in your heart. Remember when we last met in Draenor, I advised you to admit your heart frankly. .

I sincerely hope that you have taken my advice and told Lady Liadrin all that is in your heart.

if you didn't do that

So sorry, so sorry.

You may never get that chance again. "

The stinky pirate laughed.

He raised his head, shrugged his shoulders and let out a long, standard evil laugh. Liadrin, who was grabbed by her hair, wanted to scold and scream, but was quickly stuffed into a ball of rags by Black. Gagged.

The pirate threw the Holy Light Priest, whose hands and body were tied, in front of the carriage. He blew out a smoke ring and looked back at the embarrassed Aqiang behind him.

He said:

"Aren't you curious about who is sitting in this carriage that I personally escorted? I guess you must think it might be Lothar or Elisande.

But you guessed wrong.

The poor imagination of you Quel'dorei elves is hopeless.

Come.

I'll reveal the answer to you. "

As he spoke, Black reached out and knocked politely on the carriage door. He deliberately raised his eyebrows at Aqiang, then stretched out his voice and said in the oldest and most elegant upper elf Salas language:

"My dear Majesty, good news! I have just found a suitable maid for you. Please condescend to take a look at her.

Although she is not as good and perfect as Tyrande Windspeaker, nor as loyal and capable as Lady Vashj, you know, we would be hard-pressed to find someone better in this remote country of Quel'Thalas.

I suggest you make do with it first. "

"Just make do? Is this how you serve your supreme queen? Black Shaw, my captain of the guard."

A hoarse and magnetic voice sounded in the black carriage, which made all the Quel'dorei elves present feel like they were struck by lightning.

Although they have never heard this sound in their lives, this does not prevent these elves from having an unspeakable instinctive desire to obey from the bottom of their hearts when they hear it.

It was as if the "loyalty switch" deep in their souls and minds was turned on.

It was as if the lady in the carriage, whose voice alone was enough to make all men and women think of her, was the lord of destiny for all elves on the legal and blood levels.

"Perhaps I should throw a magic spell on you that you will remember for a lifetime, as a warning to you to change your poor service attitude."

With the merciless scolding, the door of the black carriage was finally opened under the gaze of all the elves.

The interior of this carriage, which seemed to only be able to accommodate four people, had a huge space beyond their imagination. In the carriage space, which had been specially renovated by Blake and was as luxurious as a palace, a huge crystal shell of the king's carriage was displayed there.

Reclining on the extremely luxurious royal chariot was a strange creature with four arms, an elf-like upper body, and an octopus-like lower body.

Even though her body was covered with scales, her dark red eyes with yellow pupils would bring her amazing charm every time she blinked.

Although he looks like a monster, the onlookers are completely unable to taste the disgusting aura from this figure, but feel that the other person has a kind of attraction from the bottom of their hearts.

Commanders and generals such as Lor'themar and Liadrin, as well as Dar'khan Drakshi, already recognized who this man was.

Her appearance was like a bomb, instantly shattering the hearts of these people.

Oh my God!

It turned out to be Azshara!

One Black Shaw is difficult enough to deal with, and now there are also Nightborne attacking the Sunwell. This is already a disaster, but compared with the appearance of the Queen in front of us, all these disasters are already over. Not worth mentioning.

The Queen of the Deep Sea Empire suddenly appeared in Quel'Thalas. Will the Sunstrider dynasty be destroyed in history today?

Queen Azshara felt the shock and fear in the hearts of the Quel'dorei elves around her, but she didn't care what these rebellious subjects thought.

She looked at Liadrin who was slumped on the ground in front of the carriage door with a critical look. After a few seconds, she said in a critical tone:

"Look up, kid, let me see you."

Liadrin really didn't want to look up.

She was unwilling to expose her weakness in front of the Elf Queen.

But when she heard the command from Queen Azshara's seductive voice, even though Liadrin didn't want to, her body made a move against her will.

She looked up shakily.

He didn't even dare to look directly at Her Majesty the Queen. He could only close his eyes and wait for the Queen's judgment with short breaths.

This doesn't seem like a weak move for a legendary priest to make.

As walkers who serve the Holy Light, their willpower may not be as strong as steel-like warriors, but they are by no means confused by a few words.

The reason for the current situation can only be attributed to Azshara's unique "king's breath" that is almost incomprehensible to all elves.

This has nothing to do with Liadrin's strength.

As long as she is an elf, she cannot escape this influence.

Look at Lor'themar Aqiang who is being held there next to him. He is gnashing his teeth and having blue veins popping out on his neck as he struggles to resist the "Call of the King" from Queen Azshara.

"Not bad, but far from perfect."

After more than ten seconds, Queen Azshara made an evaluation of Liadrin in front of her as if evaluating something.

The proud queen snapped her fingers and said:

"As you said, my captain of the guard, I can't find a better one in the remote countryside of Quel'Thalas. She is barely suitable, and I will give her the qualification to serve me.

But it's just a qualification.

But I will train her carefully, because in your prophecy, this girl named Liadrin will do great things.

I always like people who can do great things! "

After saying this, Liadrin, who was tied up, sobbed violently. She seemed to want to resist this damn fate, but in front of Azshara, she really couldn't find the courage to resist to the end.

This is normal.

The elf priest has not yet reached her fateful moment in life, and she is far from powerful now.

The Naga Matron next to the Queen stepped forward to help the limp Liadrin into the carriage. At this moment, Black looked back at Aqiang, who had gaping teeth behind him.

This look really means a lot.

Lor'themar Theron even read a damn "encouragement" from that look.

This gave Aqiang a premonition that if he failed to keep Liadrin here, he would definitely lose her completely and regret it for the rest of his life.

"Aishara...Your Majesty!"

Aqiang was so blessed at this moment that he shouted loudly under the pressure of the tridents crisscrossing his neck:

"You will only get a less-than-perfect maid by taking Liadrin, but if you let her go, you will get a loyal Quel'dorei commander!

As you just heard, the black prophet predicted my fate.

I will influence the world in the future, I will make a real career in the future, I am willing to dedicate this talent to you, Your Majesty, and as the price of loyalty, I hope that Liadrin and my companions can be freed . "

"Um?"

Aqiang's sudden speech made Her Majesty the Queen glance at him in surprise.

She didn't notice this embarrassed ranger lord at first, but she became interested after hearing his story.

She glanced at Liadrin, who had tears streaming down her face and was struggling wildly in the clutches of the two naga, then at Lor'themar Theron, whose face was full of pain but had made a decision, and finally looked at her bodyguards. long.

Blake shrugged at Her Majesty the Queen.

He took off his pipe and said:

"Change it, Your Majesty, it won't be a loss."