Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1626 259. Damn little wild cats, accept your punishment! ——Additional update【2425】

In the Fire Realm, the re-divided ruling area has changed, and the Dark Iron Dwarves in the material world have also felt the dissipation of the curse imprinted in their blood.

The entire Darkforge City is in a state of confusion.

Some people are laughing wildly, such as the members of the Thorium Brotherhood who have been resisting the enslavement of the Fire Lord, and some people are in panic all the time, such as the Flame Shamans who worship the Fire Lord and use it as their strength.

But whether they are willing to accept it or not, the Black Iron Kingdom has been freed from the slavery of the flames, and they are free, but maybe this is not a completely good thing.

For example, when the Black Irons did bad things before, they could safely attribute all these evils to the destruction of their minds by the Fire Demon King, but this can no longer be the case.

Without the "scapegoat" Ragnaros, the chaotic and cunning Dark Iron dwarves must learn to bear the price for what they have done.

Judging from the way these dark-skinned barbarians have long been accustomed to misbehaving, this transformation will not be completed overnight, but the shackles have been removed, and the Emperor Thaurissan and his wise and powerful queen who have suffered so much will not allow any more black people to The iron dwarves picked it up again.

In fact, even if those guys who have been kneeling for a long time want to return to the flame slave life, it is impossible.

because

"The Fire Lord is dead?"

Deep in the Molten Core, in front of the burning passage connecting the material world and the elemental realm, Emperor Thaurissan looked excitedly at the cold-faced Muradin Bronzebeard in front of him.

The dwarf prince was covered in bandages.

His newly grown beard and hair were burned away again, but when he returned to the material world carrying the Ruler's Hammer, not a single Dark Iron dwarf dared to laugh at him.

"That bastard is dead, dead. I saw with my own eyes that even its remaining remains were crushed by the evil pirate Black Shaw. That guy promised us that Ragnaros and his tyrannical kingdom have been destroyed." It’s become a thing of the past.”

Muradin was unhappy with the Dark Iron Emperor who slept with his niece, but he could not maintain his cold attitude in front of the tearful Moira.

The very humane dwarf prince took an exquisite and gorgeous burning treasure box from the Wildhammer officer who was also bandaged behind him, handed it to Moira, and said:

"In accordance with the instructions of the guardians and earth spirits, I now return the Scepter of Valanaar to you, my Moira, so that you will become the queen of the earth spirits.

In other words, you already have the qualifications to become the first 'Mountain Queen' in the history of the dwarves.

But your father asked me to tell you not to be in a hurry to ascend to that throne.

At least you should wait until all the Dark Iron dwarves support you. You don't have to worry about Ironforge. With your status as a princess and your efforts to promote peace, the people of the tribe will cheer for your coronation. "

"I understand, Uncle Muradin."

Moira wiped her tears. As a mother, after knowing that her son would no longer be tortured by the curse of fire, all the worries and grievances in her heart dissipated.

She hugged Muradin and sincerely thanked her uncle and the dwarf warriors for everything they had done for her and the Black Iron Throne.

Although Muradin spoke rudely, Emperor Thaurissan was also very happy to be freed from the curse of fire.

He personally led the dwarf warriors who had returned from the Elemental Realm expedition to Shadowforge City. In his Black Iron Throne Hall, he had prepared a grand celebration banquet for the warriors. It is said that His Majesty Magni will also use Bronzebeard for the first time. The identity of the king comes to Shadowforge City.

This is a glorious victory worth remembering in the history of the dwarves. There must be a lively banquet worthy of this name. This is the tradition of the dwarves.

Of course, Queen Moira, who was very good at dealing with people, asked a few more questions. She looked at the crowd and whispered:

"Why don't you see Lord Black? As the initiator and commander of the war, we haven't seriously thanked him yet."

"We paid, little Moira."

Muradin carried the hammer and curled his lips and said:

"That guy emptied the Bronzebeard royal family's treasury in the name of military expenditure. Your father gave him all the wealth he accumulated throughout his life for you and the child in your belly.

I heard your lousy husband spent a fortune on this too.

What that bastard Black needs is more than thanks. He will be happier if you give him more treasures. Besides, I haven't seen him after the battle. No one knows where he went.

If he wants to show up, he will show up, my niece. "

The dwarf prince glanced back at the burning flame door behind him. He took a deep breath, patted Moira on the shoulder and said:

“It’s impossible for someone as elusive as him to be found proactively.

To be honest, after seeing him chatting and laughing with those horrible things, it is really difficult for me to regard him as an ordinary person born in this world.

Perhaps, he has also become one of those myths and legends that are praised by us."

Muradin sighed, his tone sour, as if he had squeezed several green lemons, and complained:

"I had a drink with him before in the undestroyed city of Dalaran, and was tricked by him into forging weapons for him. Although I was tricked many times, to be honest, that guy was actually quite interesting. .

But now he always makes people feel scared. "

"Are you even afraid? Uncle Muradin."

Moira asked in surprise:

"You are the most powerful warrior among our dwarves. You should be fearless as you control the hammer as the guardian of civilization."

"I know I'm supposed to be fearless, but sometimes, there are fears you can't control, my niece."

Muradin touched the ruler's brand hammer on his shoulder, he pursed his lips and said:

"Especially when facing those who can master fear, giving in is a warrior's wisdom. I heard your father say that you have a good personal relationship with him?

Then keep it up.

It's better to be on good terms with a person like that than to become his enemy. "

"Yes, listen to your uncle, Queen Moira. Well, maybe I should call you 'Your Majesty'. It is best for everyone to maintain a friendly relationship with me."

Behind the two dwarves who were whispering, the figure of the stinky pirate appeared quietly. He put his hand on the shoulders of the two dwarves, lowered his body, moved his nose and said:

"And I just heard someone saying they wanted to buy me a drink? I can already smell those delicious drinks, and I'm ready for a hangover.

Hmm. Why are you looking at me like that? "

The pirate stared at the two people in front of him in surprise. Muradin and Moira both looked at him strangely. He blinked and said:

"Is there something on my face?"

"here!"

The Black Iron Queen held back her laughter and pointed to her left cheek, covering her mouth and said:

"Well, it seems that Mr. Black is indeed as charming as the legend. He can find passionate lovers in places like the Fire Realm."

"ah?"

The pirate's strange eyes formed a purple mirror in front of him.

He looked at the mirror and saw his face reflected in it. There was an obvious "lipstick mark" on the left cheek.

But the lipstick mark was completely made of burning flames. At first glance, it looked like the real "flaming red lips" that the passionate Black Crow girl had secretly left on him under the painful pain of some kind of joy. .

Well, it's a strange souvenir, and because of the strange nature of the Fire of Savras, it's likely to stay with Blake for a long, long time.

"What the hell!"

Blake complained, and hurriedly took out a handkerchief and wiped it hard on his cheek, but the flames imprinted on his face seemed to have no substance and could not be wiped off at all.

In the past, he had left some damn mark on others, but today, instead, his own "flaming bird" left a "private mark".

This kind of fun cannot be said to be bad, but it is not suitable for this time.

And bad things in this world definitely don’t come one after another in an orderly manner. They often come together at a very embarrassing time.

Just when Black was trying his best to remove the "sweet kiss" left by the Fire of Savras, the shadows around him gathered in a cheering gesture.

"I'm back! Miss me? My little master!"

In the midst of delicate cheers, Ms. Xalatas in the form of a lamia rushed out from the torn void rift with open arms, hugging Blake from behind like a bear or an octopus.

The snake tail decorated with gems and tassels was wrapped around the pirate's body like a whip. She was not wearing very cool clothes as before.

Perhaps stimulated by Maiev's "sexy moves" before, Xal'atas appeared this time wearing the standard little girl's smoky makeup.

It seems that she is planning to use practical actions to defend her dark image of "hot chick" in Blake's mind.

"Let's go."

After Moira saw Xal'atath appear, she immediately pulled Muradin, who wanted to stay and watch the excitement, and quickly left the cave of the Molten Core with a beaming smile on his face.

The woman's intuition was telling her that the all-powerful Lord Black would definitely be in "big trouble" today. And he certainly wouldn't want his big trouble to be seen by anyone else.

Besides, this is a matter between husband and wife, so let them handle it.

Anyway, neither Black nor Xalatas are beings that the newly freed Dark Iron Dwarves or the three dwarf tribes can afford to offend.

"Huh? Aren't you happy to see me back?"

Seeing that Blake kept his head lowered, Xal'atas moved her slender snake-like body in surprise and floated in front of the pirate. She stretched out her hand to tip Blake's chin up and said in a voice full of astringency:

"I have prepared a 'surprise' for you, so are you going to drink with a bunch of boring rude dwarves? Or are you going to a nice place with me and let me treat my little baby?"

"Well... I'm a little tired."

Blake covered his face and made a tired gesture. He said timidly:

"I'm really glad to see you back, but I want to go back and rest."

"Just rest, no problem."

Xalatas licked his lips and picked up Blake from where he was without any explanation. He had the "girlfriend power" to take him to the good place he had prepared.

Blake quietly took out the red-throated dog fang with a painful look on his face. He looked a little hesitantly at the poisonous weapon in his hand. In other words, after scratching half of his face, it should take more than ten hours based on his self-healing power. Can it be restored?

This must hurt.

But it's better than causing a big fuss after being discovered by the jealous Sataras, right?

Men must learn to shoulder their responsibilities.

Even if it hurts.

"Shua"

While Xal'atas was not paying attention, Black grabbed the dog's fang and stabbed it into the left side of his face, precisely hitting the burning "flaming red lips".

This weapon with the most powerful poison in the stars was really powerful. The moment it pierced the skin, poisonous blood flowed from the pirate's cheek.

"oops"

Xal'atath screamed, and she exclaimed:

"Why are you so careless?"

"No, you misunderstood."

Blake played with the dog-tooth dagger in his hand and said with a righteous face amidst the blood dripping:

"This is the curse that the haunting Ragnaros threw on me before he died. I just discovered it. Don't worry, I completed the removal of the curse by destroying my handsome cheeks.

In a few days, I will return to that chic and unrestrained posture that makes you intoxicated, but you see, I am injured, so can I do it today?"

"Of course, my little master."

The ancient venerable pecked Blake hard on the other cheek, and she whispered in the pirate's ear:

"Just let me do it today. You can enjoy it, my little baby. I will definitely prove to you that I am much better than Maiev in terms of corruption."

"Snapped"

Blake covered his eyes in despair.

This blow was in vain.

Could Xal'atath's unwillingness to admit defeat be used elsewhere? Why do you always have to fight with Maiev in these weird places?

But the matter has come to this, and the stinky pirates have no better solution.

He gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes, and said a few words in Xalatath's ear. The ancient venerable was stunned for a moment, and then said in a sweet voice:

"You want to play like this? It's so perverted. I like it so much. Come on, cover my eyes."

The ancient venerable closed her eyes generously and allowed the pirates to use the power of the Thousand Tongue Demon to seal off her vision. After confirming that the ancient venerable could not see anything strange about her, Blake breathed a sigh of relief.

But as the saying goes, never underestimate a woman’s powerful sixth sense when it comes to catching someone raped.

Just after a few hours of "falling", when the pirate was about to take a rest, he suddenly found that his cheeks had grown, but the worst thing was that the flaming red lips were still there.

It was almost like a cursed mark from Hisari Crow, and the pirate knew something was wrong the moment it started to burn on Black's handsome face.

Before he could escape, the ancient venerable who was lying next to him enjoying the aftertaste suddenly jumped up like a spring. She flexed her nostrils on the pirate's cheek like a puppy, and said in a sinister tone:

"No! You smell like someone else. It's not Sephiel or Maiev! Be honest! I just said that you are in a weird state today, you are so Black!

You actually went to find another woman behind my back?

how?

Can't we satisfy your pursuit of all kinds of beauty?

You scumbag pirate!

Don't run! "

In the scolding of the ancient venerable, the seven-color evil energy burst out like chains to trap the pirates in place. Seeing that the situation was not good, Black immediately put on his clothes and escaped from the "Xalatas specially prepared" after a few flashes. Lover's Cottage".

From dodging to escaping in one go, he can be called a hero among cheaters.

But this time he was really wronged.

He is completely passive!

"You are very angry now, my little dear. It won't make sense for me to reason with you. I'd better wait until you calm down first."

Blake's voice came from far away, and he screamed:

"But I promise you, my dear, I will really protect you during this time! Please believe me."

"You run!"

Xal'atath also screamed:

"I can't bear to hurt you. It's all those little wild cats' fault. I will go find them and teach them a lesson. No one can take you away from me.

I swear! "