Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"You look like you need some time to digest this news."

On the side of the Naqfar, Black let out a sigh of relief and said:

"I won't disturb you, an orphan who has found your relatives, and enjoy the moment of mixed emotions in your heart.

But remember, you can always trust your friend Blake Shaw at any time. When you need help most in the future, don’t forget that you still have a ‘prophet’ friend who is omniscient but not omnipotent. "

The pirate blinked, waved goodbye to Garona, and said:

"Ravenholde may find you soon. You don't have to join them, but you can use their message channel to contact me. Finally, don't forget.

You owe me a favor again, and favors must always be repaid. When I call you, don't say that you are busy. "

"Bye, Blake."

Garona, who had a complicated expression, originally wanted to say goodbye to Black seriously, but the farewell message the pirate gave her was too "exciting".

Her mind was so confused that she was no longer in the mood to think about anything else.

He stood up on the side of the ship, jumped out of the small boat docked next to him with brisk steps, picked up the oar, waved to Blake, and disappeared into the night and the shadow of the sea.

The pirate watched her disappear, hummed a song called Daughter of the Sea, and staggered back to the cabin, where he wanted to take a nap.

There is no need to feel sad about parting.

Between friends, there is always a day to see each other again.

And in the captain's cabin, a guy was already waiting for him.

Red Blackhand.

"Shua"

Black threw the completely crystallized Heart of Gul'dan on the table in front of Red, then sat on his luxurious chair and picked up the dwarf pipe at hand.

As he filled it with tobacco, he said:

"From the moment we step into Treasure Bay tomorrow, the Black-Toothed Smiling Clan will have nothing to do with the Undead Pirates. I will not interfere with how you develop after you return to the tribe.

But I can give you a little advice.

Do you want to listen? "

"Of course, Captain."

Red chuckled and carefully packed the Heart of Gul'dan into his luggage. He wiped the elven gold coins hanging on his chest, showed a green-faced fanged smile, and said to Black:

"My clan needs the help of your dark wisdom. Please give me more advice."

"If you want more, you have a nice wish."

Blake snorted, picked up a map of the Eastern Continent that he had drawn, spread it out on the table, pointed to a place, and said to Reid:

"The decisive battle between the Alliance and the Horde will definitely take place here, and the Horde's defeat is inevitable. By the way, have you and your orcs felt weak recently?"

"Huh? Weak?"

Reid clenched his fist as big as a bowl in doubt and waved it, he said:

“I didn’t feel it.

But as you said, it is true that ever since I left Zandalari Island, I have felt drowsy every day. I always feel tired and empty in my heart. "

"Then there is."

The pirate glanced at Red and said:

"The demons of the Burning Legion have taken away the power of the evil blood you drank, and the entire tribe is weakening before your eyes. This thing is called 'demon blood', and it is like a plague.

It will beat the alliance one step ahead and defeat you.

So you have to be prepared.

here!

Take a good look at this location. Within Blackstone Mountain, there is an underground city controlled by the Black Iron Dwarves. They hollowed out the entire Blackstone Mountain and built a huge city.

If the alliance cannot capture this place, your clan can develop here in the future.

Remember to take in more orcs when the tribe collapses, and then you can happily establish what you call an 'orthodox tribe'.

Build a good relationship with the Dark Iron dwarves. Although those dwarves are evil, their forging skills are no worse than their Bronzebeard brothers. You have the wealth you deserve, and buying sophisticated weapons will not be a problem.

By the way, help my fleet also get a batch of good armaments, especially muskets and artillery. I don't want to buy them from the goblins. I don't trust the things sold by those profiteers.

The weapons produced by the dwarves can make me feel more at ease. "

"But the Burning Steppes has no outlet to the sea."

Reid glanced at the map and said:

"How should I get the goods to you?"

"here!"

Blake pointed toward the center of the eastern continent and said:

"In the desolate land, there is a hidden harbor here, controlled by goblins, called Melting Light Town.

I will leave a team of fox people there to do business, and they will be your connectors.

I will provide you with the investment funds you need in the early stages of development in Blackstone Mountain. Once you have established a foothold, you will cut off all contact with us, but I will not give you money for free.

You have to house some capable scum there. As a reserve 'talent pool' for the undead fleet, I need enough cannon fodder. The more, the better. "

"Um."

Red nodded, he put away the map, put it in his arms, and said to Blake:

"Captain, then I will leave my brother to you. Please take good care of him. If my journey unfortunately fails, at least the Black Hand family will still have blood alive."

"Rather than your brother, you should worry about yourself."

Blake blew out a smoke ring, and the old god said to Reid calmly:

"I estimate that within a year or two at most, a 'collaborator' will come to you to discuss the ownership of the so-called 'King of Black Stone'. At that time, contact me immediately.

In addition, I don’t have a good solution for demon blood.

But I will give you an idea. You can try it. The devil has taken away your evil power, and you can fill it with another kind of power into your body.

It just so happens that the Dark Iron Dwarves believe in a very extreme and explosive power, which is very suitable for you orcs.

But don't get in too deep.

Okay, you can leave. I won't send you off tomorrow. After you get ashore, keep a low profile. You can take the goblin boat and rush to meet your great chief. "

"Okay, Captain."

Red stood up, smashed his fist on his chest, and made an orc courtesy to Black. He said:

"Goodbye, then, Captain."

After saying that, he strode away.

After Red left, Blake still couldn't fall asleep immediately because there were still important things that had not been arranged.

"First mate."

Blake called out.

The pirate dragon Sephiel immediately appeared behind Blake, and she made a gesture of listening to instructions.

"As soon as I leave, you will set sail for Kul Tiras."

Blake said to his first mate:

"The Nagfar is under your control for the time being, but the ship spirit will choose its course independently, and the Knights of Creedon will guide you into the Drustvar waters.

It might take you ten days, and my albatross should have started moving.

Transport those fine psychic oaks to the cabin of the Nagfar, and it will take the initiative to replace the decaying hull. I don’t know how long this process will take.

But after you are done, immediately return to the eastern continent and join me.

By the way, you can help my albatross and eradicate the unstable factors in that dark mountain. I think you should know what I am referring to. "

"Know."

Sephiel patted his chest and said:

"Aren't they just that group of poisonous witches who hide their heads and show their tails? They are a bunch of bastards. It's very easy to deal with them. Maybe there will be another group of crew members on the Nagfar.

Captain, don't worry.

Is there anything else you would like to advise? "

Blake thought for a while and told Sephiel:

"Don't get close to Stormsong Valley. There is darkness over there that even bronze dragons like you don't know about. You should know that as long as high-level powers related to the void will probably not be bound by the rules of time.

So, don't mess with them.

If you encounter the Tide Sages of the Church of Storms, hide if you can. At this stage, it is not suitable to have too much contact with them. Be careful when traveling in the Drustvar mountains.

Don't provoke the two wilderness demigods who are active there, as well as the Great Thornspeaker who lives there in seclusion. "

"Ok, no problem."

Sephiel nodded, treated Blake with pirate etiquette, and happily disappeared into the captain's cabin.

Blake, on the other hand, touched the damp cabin wall of his cabin quite nostalgically. He closed his eyes and re-perceived the invisible spirit that existed in the ship.

The latter was already somewhat familiar with him.

He is no longer as evasive as before.

"Look, I've already arranged your first upgrade and enhancement."

The pirate said to the invisible ship spirit entrenched beside him:

"I know that using the psychic oak from Drustvar won't give you a qualitative improvement, but I can't do anything better at the moment, so you can just make do with it for now.

After things in the eastern continent are over, I will find time to go to Kalimdor.

The best magic oak in the world of Azeroth is in the hands of the night elf druids. If you can get some top-quality oak from them, your upgrade will be smoother.

As for the keel thing.

There's no time to run to the Northrend Sea now, so I'll just endure it for now, okay? "

The boat spirit didn't answer.

It appears silent.

But it didn't refuse, which was a good sign for the pirate. He grinned and said:

"I hope that after your first upgrade is completed, the relationship between us can improve and at least open up more permissions to me. You are a legendary battleship after all.

I can't wait to see your posture when I control you and you cross the sea. "

The ship spirit remained silent, but in the next moment, it took the initiative to send some information to Blake for the first time. The pirate closed his eyes, listened carefully, nodded, and said:

“I know that Hela will not let me go.

But for the next period of time, I have to spend time on land, which is not her domain. As for the Shadow Val'kyr who might be sent, I don't have a particularly good idea.

Um? What?

Are you afraid that my death will be unknown, so you want to give me something? Why is this so embarrassing? Where is that thing? "

A few seconds later, following the prompts given by the ship spirit, the pirate quickly walked into the dark and cold cabin of the Nagfar. Guided by the perception in his mind, he opened a closed cabin.

In a pile of debris that was entangled with seaweed and exuded a peculiar smell, he turned over a very simple large buckler with a gray-white surface covered with scratches.

This thing is a one-handed shield used by Vrykul warriors, but those half-giant one-handed shields turn into a full-body shield in the hands of a human like Blake.

Its weathered surface is engraved with some reliefs that have become blurred over time. On the reliefs, you can vaguely see the epic description of a golden giant holding a large shield and lightning in his hand to fight.

Black held the heavy-looking shield in his hand.

But surprisingly, it was not as heavy as I thought.

In the equipment column of the character card, the entry for this buckler also appeared, and a flash of orange with a slight red light illuminated Blake's eyes.

His mood was like a roller coaster at this moment, reaching its climax all of a sudden.

He looked carefully at the entry on the round shield, turned to the invisible ship spirit and said:

"I know that sincere efforts will always be rewarded. I really didn't love you in vain. You will definitely be a good boy in the future."