Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Two hours later, in the MI7 commander's hall, Mathias Shore, who had finished get off work but was forced to come back to work overtime by an emergency, sat in his chair and looked at the report he had just written and handed in.

This brief report listed detailed information about a dozen Stormwind residents who were suspected of being disguised as demons, and even clearly stated what kind of demons they were.

Although there are still some grammatical problems, and it is not in line with the rules and regulations of MI7 to directly submit the information directly beyond the level, this important information has a very high gold content.

The only regret is that the reporter could not provide any evidence to support his accusation.

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Xiao took the opportunity to check the intelligence and cast a strange glance at Amber Gilny, who was standing uneasily in front of his desk. When did this little secret agent become so efficient?

This thing feels weird inside and out.

"Did you find all of these?"

Xiao put down the information in his hand, showed a slightly gentle expression, and said to Amber, who had his head lowered:

"How did you confirm the identities of these demon spies?"

"Ehhhhh?"

An Bo raised her head in surprise and looked at her boss. She said doubtfully:

"Chief, are you sure that they are all demons without sending someone to confirm?"

"No need to confirm."

Xiaoer waved his hand and said:

"There are three names on your list that have been confirmed to be demon pretenders. The reason why we did not dismantle them is that we hope to rely on their connections to catch more core demon spies.

But 伱 seems to have helped us solve this problem. Even if two-thirds of the list of seventeen people are correct, then this time we have caught a 'big fish'.

I personally think that you dare to submit this information directly to me at the risk of breaking the rules and being demoted, which means that you are very confident in the information you have collected.

I'm curious, how did you determine their identity?

Some of these people have been identified by warlocks and demon hunters and have not revealed their flaws.

As far as I know, the last four generations of the Gilny family are all locals living in the western wilderness. Your family does not have any strange bloodline that allows you to awaken some strange abilities. "

Having said this, Shore blinked. He played with the pen on the table and rotated it on his finger. This action made little Amber very afraid.

With Master Xiao's assassination skills, he could easily kill at least ten people with just this pen.

She felt a little cold on her neck, but facing Xiao's gentle but questioning gaze, little Amber hesitated. She bit her lip and finally decided to tell the truth.

she says:

"I fell, passed out, and when I woke up, my eyes looked like this."

The little secret agent raised her head, stared at Xiao, and activated the "Hunting Eyes" that she was given for 24 hours. Her eyes suddenly became bright, and even her pupils turned as blue as the sea.

Her eyes at this time made Xiao suddenly hold the pen spinning in his hand.

He was all too familiar with these cunning eyes that were as gentle as a lover but shone with incomparable darkness.

"Okay, I get it."

Shore nodded, his expression became serious again, he coughed, and four spies in black walked into the office. Shore said to one of the tall and thin elves:

"You lead people to escort little Anbo around the city. I will give you six hours to arrest everyone who Anbo identifies as demon pretenders!

Before the operation begins, report to His Excellency the Grand Duke and the Holy Light Church that I need the Paladin to go out with you.

No matter what the identity of the other party is, as long as Anbo thinks he is a devil, he will be arrested! "

This somewhat bizarre order made the elf agent look at the helpless little agent in surprise, but he didn't ask any more questions and just made a "please" gesture to An Bo.

The little spy looked back at Xiao, who nodded to her and gave her an encouraging look, which greatly boosted Anbo's confidence.

She finally felt like she was doing something big, so she straightened her body hard and walked out majestically.

After watching several high-level spy commanders leave, Shaw rubbed his forehead and sat back in his chair. After a few seconds, he suddenly said:

"Come out, I see you."

There was silence in the office, no one answered him.

This made Xiaor look helpless on his face. Well, he was just cheating to see if that annoying guy Black was really hiding next to him.

He also received reports on the actions of the dwarves in the North. He knew that Blake should be at the far edge of the world now. Even if the pirates were rumored to have obtained the Scepter of Sargeras, it would not be so easy to travel between the two places instantly.

This was the conclusion he came to after specifically consulting the Archmage of Dalaran. That kind of demonic weapon would definitely be subject to certain restrictions in the land of Titan.

But if Black is at the edge of the world, then what means did he use to cross half of the world and temporarily give his hunting vision to Amber?

This is starting to sound like one of those nonsense myths.

The gods came and blessed the mortals, so the mortals became heroes overnight.

"Hey, your performance just now was really funny. I told you how could you feel my disguise every time before? You have been making trouble for a long time just using deception.

I see that you have a talent for comedy. Do you want to consider retiring and coming to my ship to be a pirate clown or something?

I will definitely give you a high salary. "

Just when Shore was thinking about the problem alone, Black's voice suddenly sounded beside him, which shocked the master assassin. The next moment, a dragon tooth dagger was accurately pressed against Black's neck.

But at this moment, Shore also discovered something unusual.

He blinked and looked at the illusory pirate floating in the air in front of him. This was obviously just a clone or a mirror image.

He put away the dagger, looked up and down at the "Lord of the Hunt" Black dressed as a hunter, and said:

"What kind of trick is this? Some kind of magic?"

"You fought against the Gurubashi trolls in Stranglethorn Valley. Haven't you seen those troll clans holding sacrifice ceremonies with your own eyes?"

The pirate put on an "I can do anything" posture and asked:

"Don't you think that I am very similar to the power illusions of the Loa's reflection in the material world?

Yes, you guessed it right, my dear Shaw, although it may take some time to physically become a demigod, from an existential perspective, you already have a demigod brother.

In the rumors of the ignorant villagers, I can already be regarded as a real god, although I have already appeared in all the legends and stories they heard about the sea.

I think in this case, it’s not a big problem to ask you to kneel down for me on the spot, right? "

"I have no interest in whether you become a god or not."

Shore leaned against the desk. He looked up and down at the pirate's posture and said:

"I'm just curious why you 'lent' your eyes to Anbo. Do you want her to experience the world of the strong in advance? Do you really value this talented girl so much?"

"No, no, no, don't make conspiracy theories about everything."

The pirate shrugged and said:

"I didn't just look for her. In fact, in the past two hours, I lent my eyes to Amber Gilney, my shooting skills to Lorna Crowley, and my hands. Gave it to Liam Greymane, and lent his magical control to Caitlin Ruinweaver.

You have to understand that I am just making an attempt on the power of demigods, which will help me master this quite strange and quite useful ability as soon as possible.

You know, it couldn't be more perfect for a prophet to show off.

Oh, right.

I just consulted my guardian friends, and they told me that when the mythical profession advances to the highest level of divine power, I will have the ability to create my own 'chosen one' or 'sacred warrior'.

Generally speaking, it would be good for demigods to have one or two divine choices, but I am an exception. I think I can form a ten-person divine choice team or something.

Do you want me to reserve a seat for you in advance? "

Blake's power illusion winked and said to Shore:

"We are all our own people. I will give you the position of God's Chosen at a cheaper price. Just give me 10,000 gold coins for every day you serve as God's Chosen.

Let's make ends meet.

You know I have a strong reputation in this area. I have always been an innocent person. "

"This is the first time I've heard that things like God's Choice can be bought and sold at will."

Shore complained:

"So what kind of demigod do you hold the position of? God of trading? God of wealth? Well, it seems that the goblins who have always been money-oriented are in luck."

"Who wants those ghosts and goblins to be my followers?"

Blake complained:

"I can't wait to kill every guy who is greedy for wealth and cruelty! I am such a righteous demigod."

"Then you must kill yourself first, my Lord Black."

After hearing Blake say that this was just an attempt at strength, Shore finally felt relieved. He glanced at the time on the wall and said to Blake:

"I've been off work for two and a half hours, so I won't chat with you here. Although you may just do it for fun, I still want to thank you for your help.

See you soon, Blake. "

After saying that, Shore picked up his ID card and pressed it on the dwarf punch-in machine in the office, then picked up his windbreaker from the hanger and got ready to get off work.

The illusion of the pirate floated over again and said coquettishly:

"Do you have a date tonight? My brother, why do you still have jewelry in your pocket? Who are you giving it to?"

"My noble lady lover Mary, today is her birthday."

Shore said in a languid tone:

“Although it’s just my ‘disguise prop’, I still have to care about what I should care about, and I still have to give gifts.

To be honest, I quite like her, she is very sensible and conscientious. If I didn't dislike women, I might really be able to marry her.

But that's fine now.

She regards me as her 'best friend', and our relationship is much better than before. "

"Ah, what price do I have to pay to forget what I just heard?"

Black said with a wooden face:

"I knew that my curiosity would definitely bring me some trouble. I shouldn't ask you too much. Okay, I'm leaving now. You and your besties can enjoy tonight.

In another hour, a Star Saint will come to Azeroth. I will be responsible for persuading him not to destroy the world. If my persuasion fails, this may be your last meal.

So bless me and bless the world, Shore. "

Black reached out and patted Shore on the shoulder. The projection of his power turned into black moonlight and dissipated in the next moment, and those light spots circled around Shore.

The master assassin froze in place, he could feel an extra mark on his soul.

A brand belonging to the "Demon of Thousand Tongues". Although that brand cannot yet provide him with the super power of the "Chosen One", it is a mark.

There is no doubt that Black gave a precious Chosen One spot to Shore before he had the power to bless the Chosen One.

This made the master assassin, who had always been emotionally reserved, smile silently.

He put on his windbreaker, straightened his hair and walked out of the slightly shabby command hall of MI7. He let the night wind blow the corners of his clothes and hurriedly walked into the quiet night of the old city.

Although he doesn't know what the "Star Saint" is, Black said that he can destroy the world, so it must be a very dangerous thing.

While he was enjoying the night with his lover, were the stinky pirates who were supposed to be robbing and doing bad things still secretly protecting the world?

The brothers who once conquered the world together have reached a point where Shore has no choice but to look up to him.

But he was not much disappointed.

He knows that everyone has their own destiny and their own responsibilities. He will envy Black everything he has now, but he will not try to be like Black.

He knew that the responsibility of MI7 and the Kingdom of Storm had caused pain in his shoulders, but the pressure on the pirates was definitely ten times or a hundred times greater than his own.

That kind of life may be wonderful, but it is definitely not something that anyone can try or control.

With this thought in mind, Shore came to the most lively Pig and Whistle Tavern in the old city, and found his lover in a long skirt at the edge table on the second floor.

The two embraced and kissed like true lovers.

Xiao presented the jewelry he had ordered from the Draenei, which made his best friend almost shed tears with happiness on her face, and also made the girls around the table look at her with envy and jealousy.

Xiao Er ordered another glass of wine. This strange move surprised his best friend. The pretty lady, who was slightly older than Xiao Er, asked softly:

"You never drink, why did you make an exception tonight? Did something good happen?"

"certainly."

Mathias raised his glass and said to his lover with a smile on his face:

"Congratulate me, my dear Mary, just now I became the chosen one of the gods. In addition, I decided to leave work tonight and accompany you to the store in the business district to buy some skirts.

If you need anything, I can 'serve' you tonight. "

"Oh my God! Mathias."

The noble lady named Mary's eyes widened and she said in surprise:

"Have I been blessed by the Holy Light today? All my wishes have almost come true. Maybe we can skip buying a dress and go home directly.

The new bathtub I ordered in Gnomeregan hasn't been used yet.

You are completely different tonight than usual, you are my ideal lover, but why? "

"No reason."

Shore shrugged and took a sip of wine.

He looked back at the bustling tavern, listening to the melancholy sounds around him, and whispered:

"If we encounter misfortune, I hope that at least you can leave this world in happiness, and come to be the defender of the world walking in the darkness.

cheers! "

——

"Ah sneeze!"

In Ulduar, Blake walked out of the empty military camp. He sneezed hard, feeling that someone must be cursing him behind his back.

Those damn villains who are jealous of his talent and good looks!

The stinky pirate cursed and moved his hands. After "lending" his hands, legs and eyes to different people, he felt as if these parts were a little uncomfortable.

But that doesn't matter.

Even without his hands, feet and eyes, he can still fight. Isn't he the Star Saint! There is nothing to be afraid of, as long as your tongue is still there!

He is a majestic and extremely powerful demon with a thousand tongues!

I'm so scared.

"In twenty minutes, Star Saint will arrive at the observatory."

In front of Blake, the fully armed King of War said to him with a serious face:

"Although Mimiron was unable to create the energy cage due to the destruction of the console, we still tried our best to direct the Titan energy there.

If a fight breaks out"

"Leave it to me, it'll be no problem, don't worry."

The pirate patted his chest confidently and said:

"I have unique communication skills, it's all on me."