Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Black is definitely annoying.

In the past, when he was planning some conspiracies, he would hide them from others and carry out them secretly, but now he seems to have pushed his dark art to a new level.

He simply stops pretending when he does bad things now.

Show your name directly.

The most uncomfortable thing is that as Black's strength, identity and influence continue to grow, even if he tells his conspiracy very straightforwardly, it will be difficult for the person being blackmailed to find a reason to refuse.

Even with the pirate's superb psychological manipulation, it was difficult to make up his mind to refuse.

He already has the evil talent of perceiving people's hearts, and now he has the evil wisdom that is worthy of being called the "Demon of a Thousand Tongues". In addition, this guy's bottom line cannot be said to be absent, but it is nothing like what is displayed on the product packaging bag. The same as the picture, it is basically something that can be ignored.

The superposition of several factors resulted in the noble guardians having no choice but to let him impose random conditions.

In short, a few minutes later, Black came to the celebration ceremony that the dwarves had carefully arranged in the front hall of Ulduar with a very satisfied and evil smile, pulled out a chair and sat on it.

He crossed his legs and leaned on the chair, holding his pipe and looking at the busy dwarves of the three tribes around him, as well as some ice dwarves and earth spirits who came to help.

He observed the details of the dwarves' actions and deduced the information he wanted.

After a legendary battle in the Land of Creation and the epic story of jointly forging the Ruler's Hammer, the originally incomprehensible and even tense confrontation between the three dwarves has obviously been weakened.

Especially between Bronze Beard and Black Iron.

Although the two parties still try to avoid contact and occasionally provoke each other with their eyes, the fact that they can stay together without starting a fight shows the progress of their relationship.

If it were in the past, if a bronze beard and a black iron were thrown into any cage at will, without even explaining the rules or distributing weapons, both sides would try their best to kill each other with fists and teeth.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if the devil and Bronzebeard are at war, the black irons will say a few good words to the devil without conscience.

Of course, the two sides can live in peace now because they have a little friendship as comrades who have faced powerful enemies together, but this kind of friendship is a thought between individuals, and it still plays a role in the dire straits of the two major clans, the Bronzebeard and the Black Iron. Doesn't play a key role.

The reconciliation of blood feuds is a long and difficult process.

But the good news is that leaders from both sides appear to have come to an agreement.

"Oh, my dear Queen and drinking buddy, I really don't know what else to talk about between you and your father. I just saw that you seemed to be crying?"

When Her Majesty the Dark Iron Queen Moira came over being escorted by several Dark Iron Royal Guards, she was drinking from a bottle of wine. Blake, who was enjoying himself, raised his brows and said to Moira in a bad tone:

"Is it your father who once again scolded you for running away from home irresponsibly, and once again expressed his regret for being a daughter? Didn't your father and daughter often quarrel because of this kind of thing? And scattered?

Come, tell your loyal servant Blake about the dissatisfaction and entanglements in your heart. I will be very free right now, so I am willing to listen to your complaints.

I can also do some dangerous things for you if you're willing to pay a high price. "

Black took a sip of wine and said to Moira:

"For example, shaving off your father's beard, hair or other things when he is drunk. I am absolutely professional in this area. Everyone in Azeroth knows that I have always been naive when it comes to assassin bounties. bully.

For your starting price, there's nothing I can't get. "

"Don't say those nasty things, Blake, it's not what you think."

Moira had obviously just cried.

But she was not in a depressed state. Instead, she looked relieved, finally freed from the shackles in her heart.

She sat next to Blake and waved to the royal guards who were guarding her. Several black iron guards who were tall, round, and fierce in combat obeyed and stepped aside to continue their duties of security and protection.

This detail made Black notice Moira's lofty status in the hearts of these royal guards, but she was a Bronzebeard royal and should theoretically be the Dark Iron clan's biggest enemy.

From this, we can also infer Moira's very clever method of controlling royal power and people's hearts.

“Give me a bottle of wine, I’m in a good mood today, my drinking buddy.

Just like the good wine last time, something as cold as snow and as hot as fire. I heard that it was the unique wine of the Timbermaw Furbolgs, and I even sent someone to buy it.

But the furbolgs told me that a generous villain had bought out their thirty-year supply and now they are no longer for sale. "

The Dark Iron Queen said something to Black, and at her urging, the pirate took out a bottle of Winterfall Firewine from his bag and handed it to Moira.

The latter laughed, bit open the bottle cork with the generosity of an alcoholic, took a few sips, took a deep breath and let out a satisfying groan.

She looked at Muradin and Magni who were talking and drinking with old Dailin not far away. Old Cow Kane was giving tobacco leaves carefully dried by the Bloodhoof Tauren to his comrades.

Even the green-skinned orc Varok was allowed to sit at their table.

But old Brian, who almost destroyed the world, was ostracized by everyone and could only sit on the edge, drinking alone.

Moira raised the bottle and whispered to Black:

"My father apologized to me for his past disregard and contempt for me, and for his desire for a male heir that made him ignore my own excellence.

It’s really hard to imagine that a guy as stubborn as my father would say so many heart-warming words to me at this important moment.

He seemed to have changed overnight.

He no longer even forced me to return to Ironforge. He said that he would let my two uncles join him in temporarily managing the affairs of the Kingdom of Ironforge until his grandson or granddaughter grows up.

He is ready to accept a mixed-blood heir with Thaurissan blood, and he will also find a way to make the dwarves of Ironforge accept it.

He also complimented me on my statecraft, saying I had transformed the Dark Irons from a pathetic thug back into being a member of the dwarves.

But he doesn't know that I learned all the methods of governing the country from him. "

Moira chuckled a few times in a dwarf accent. She took a sip of wine and said:

"He is my best teacher, and perhaps the best father I can find. In fact, he is not the only one who has changed. I also truly experienced the pressure of a king when I helped Thaurissan govern the country.

I can even understand why my father always wanted a male heir. Even in the freest and most chaotic Black Iron Kingdom, not everyone can accept being ruled by a woman.

That has nothing to do with ability, it is purely a traditional power that is almost unshakable.

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Our stubbornness and feudalism are as strong as our strength. "

"I can actually turn you into a man."

Blake blinked and suddenly said:

"Using some evil void magic, I can easily do this, not only the physical changes, but even the psychological changes that can make you a male, and then turn Emperor Thaurissan into 'Queen' Thaurissan.

But I think that’s just self-deception, right? "

"Yes, this is the stupidest self-deception."

Moira put down the bottle, glanced at Blake, and said seriously:

"If I had achieved everything I have now as a man, I would not have felt any happiness or satisfaction. But now that I am ruling the Black Iron as a woman, I have achieved on my own what the world thinks only men can do. things to do.

That's what I consider success.

Destiny made me born as a woman, probably because I was expecting to see that I could do great things. Although this road is full of difficulties, only in this way can I have a sense of accomplishment.

Thank you, Blake, my drinking buddy.

It was you who gave me this opportunity. "

"No, I just gave you a gentle push on the road that will surely be remembered in history."

Blake put the bottle to his mouth, winked and said:

“Everything you have done now is the result of your own efforts instead of relying on charity from men. This makes me admire you even more for such a tough and independent soul.

So forget about stupid fate.

Come, drink to the glory of Queen Moira! "

"Hahaha, cheers to my glory!"

Moira cheered, raised the bottle and clinked glasses with Black.

But just as the two were about to chat about more relaxed topics, a dark iron dwarf covered in blood suddenly appeared in the teleportation point in the front hall. He held his cut stomach and walked toward Moira with difficulty. Climb over from the direction.

This scene surprised the queen, and she immediately ordered her guards to help the dwarf over.

"The Holy Hammer. The Holy Hammer and the Scepter were taken away!"

The dwarf shouted in a hoarse and painful voice:

"Quick! Your Majesty the Queen, hurry up and chase it back. It's the King of Fire Demon. It's the one who manipulated the holy object and wants to be taken to the realm of fire!

quick!

It's too late. Ah. "

The Dark Iron Dwarf who endured severe pain and came to report the news screamed and fell to the ground. He was seriously injured but not dead. With the dwarf's tenacious vitality, he only needed treatment to survive.

But the injury of his severed intestines meant that he would probably never be able to set foot on the battlefield again for the rest of his life.

The news he desperately brought back almost immediately shocked everyone present. The drunken dwarves shouted and picked up their weapons and rushed out.

But Muradin stopped them.

As the guardian of the hammer, he has a special connection with the ruler of the hammer.

He should have carried the war hammer with him at all times, but because a grand ceremony was to be held today, he kept the hammer and the newly reshaped scepter of Valanaar with the guardian to wait for the ceremony to begin.

No one would have thought that someone would dare to steal things in Ulduar, and no one would have thought that it was actually the Fire Demon King who instigated it.

Isn't the Elemental Lord too courageous?

Most importantly, how does it know what's going on in Ulduar?

"It's too late. I can feel the hammer leaving the material world and entering a scorching place. Damn it!"

Muradin rubbed his sore forehead and said to his fellow dwarves:

“This must have been premeditated!

If it was a spur-of-the-moment move, they would never have been so fast. There must have been an informant of the Fire Demon King in the expedition team we organized. We almost completed the forging of the hammer under his nose.

Damn it, there's a traitor among us! "

The next moment, everyone else's eyes were all looking at Blake.

This made the pirate very dissatisfied. He drank wine and shouted:

"Yes, I have placed Uncrowned spies in your expedition team to track your whereabouts, but you don't think that Ragnaros' rank can bribe me to do things for him, do you?"

Facing the pirate's question, all the war gods, including Old Dai Lin, nodded in unison.

Obviously, they think Black can definitely do such a thing, and hasn't this guy been claiming that he can do anything as long as the price is enough?

"Hey, how bad must my image be in your minds! Bastard, I have a bottom line, okay?"

Blake was so angry that he wanted to throw the bottle, but the wine in the bottle hadn't been finished yet, so he was stingy and didn't want to throw the bottle away.

He just looked at the others angrily and said directly:

"If Ragnaros really bribed me to plan all this, he would have to give me at least half of the control over the Fire Realm. This is my accurate price assessment for such a task.

Do you think the Fire Lord can afford this money? "

"makes sense."

The green-skinned orc Varok nodded with deep understanding, and whispered to old Kane beside him:

"This behavior of a lion opening his mouth is indeed his personal style. The Fire Demon King cannot afford this price. It seems that it really is not him."

"No need to guess."

Moira, who was very happy just now, clenched her fists with a disappointed expression and said:

"My husband is Emperor Thaurissan. I read the diary of the previous emperor before his death in Shadowforge City. I know that when the Fire Lord released the curse on the Dark Iron clan, he used the blood of Thaurissan's royal family to as a medium.

Once the Fire Lord activates this curse, the Thaurissan bloodline will not be able to resist the enslavement in the soul. Among the people here, only my husband has enough power to approach the stored sacred objects without being alerted by the Titan Guards. It's him."

Moira's eyes welled up with tears.

She will not only worry about her husband who loves her dearly.

She caressed her flat belly. It was obvious that after witnessing the Fire Lord's control over Thaurissan's bloodline, she began to worry about the fate of her unborn child.

"Don't be afraid, daughter."

At this time, King Magni strode out. He hugged his worried daughter tightly. He said in a father's calm tone:

"I will not allow that terrible future to appear. No one can harm my daughter and my grandson, not even the Fire Demon King. You can rest here and wait for the good result.

I will bring cowardly Thaurissan back for you, and I will defeat Ragnaros for you! "

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

In this touching scene, the stinky pirate didn't know whether he was really drunk or just playing tricks. He wiped his eyes hypocritically and said to Maiev, who appeared next to him at an unknown time with an expressionless face:

"How touching this is, you cold-blooded priestess, why don't you cry?"

The word "Chuan" suddenly appeared on Maiev's forehead.

She wished she could punch her embarrassing boyfriend right now, with so many people watching, you bastard.

"Thorasan sent the holy object out of the material world, but the Fire Lord's evil ritual was interrupted by His Highness Little Star who accidentally passed by there. The Dark Iron Emperor is still in Storm Peak, everyone."

Maiev glanced at Moira, who was holding back her sadness and making a strong expression, and she whispered:

"It's time for us to go."