Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Watching Moros disappear into the shadows, Black threw the Orb of Deception into his bag.

To be honest, it was just Black's whim to ask his butler to help Auriden Perenold, and it was for the sake of the fraudulent orb that made him so angry.

Based on the current and future situation in Alterac, Black is really not optimistic about Auriden's "grand plan to become king".

As for how much Moros can help, the Pirates did not set a goal line. His idea was simple. If Oriden really rises, that would be better.

If it fails, nothing is lost.

Anyway, there is really not much connection between Alterac, a landlocked country, and the sea where he will be in the future.

The reason why Moros was allowed to pass was to allow this serious-working undead butler to adapt to his new life. Moros in the game is very powerful in combat.

Blake didn't want to waste this kind of talent just to serve him tea and water every day.

The pirate straightened his expression, picked up the wine glass again, walked out of the warehouse, and joined the dwarves in the drunken carnival again, and they continued to make noise all night long.

Relying on his magical talent as a drunkard, Blake continued to drink until the next morning, drinking down all the dwarves who "challenged" him.

"Hiccup, I said last time that I would give you a good gun. I haven't found it yet, but don't worry. When I get back to Ironforge, hiccup, I will use my connections to help you find it!

Little Hemet II and I were drinking buddies, and I was sure to get good stuff from him. "

Captain Darren Iron Mountain, who was staggering when he walked after a night of drinking, staggered Blake to the entrance of the castle in the early morning.

The old dwarf belched wine while patting his chest and re-promising his promise to Black. Black originally wanted to say that he had ordered a gun from the little dwarf Kelsey.

Now I have a handy and powerful long-range weapon like the Hurricane Bow.

But then I thought about it, dwarves are so stubborn. If you don't accept something they give you, they will think you are not generous enough, so you just let it go.

"After you get a good gun, send it to the assassin trainers in Ironforge. They are all Ravenholdt's official staff."

Black, riding on a horse, said to the dwarf captain:

“They can always find me.

I may have to make a living at sea in the future, traveling around the world. If I find good wine, I will give you a copy, and send it to Dangarok Castle.

Okay, you don’t need to send me off. You have to leave for the front line at noon, so go and get some sleep.

See you next time, friends.

Kill more orcs on the battlefield, and I will pray for you in the sea. "

After saying that, in the mournful farewell cry of the dwarf drama captain who was unable to control his emotions due to excessive drinking, Black summoned his cool hell horse and quickly disappeared under the hill.

"Ah, this dwarf's true temperament is really unbearable sometimes."

Blake rode his horse wildly across the hills of Hillsbrad for a year while rubbing his aching forehead. His talent as an alcoholic allowed him to never get drunk after a thousand drinks.

But there is no way to avoid the headache sequelae caused by alcoholism.

He just let the hell horse lead him galloping, watching a round of golden sunlight shining on the peaceful hills in front of him, as if every tree and every piece of farmland were illuminated with luster.

The orcs here have been driven away.

But the traces of destruction they left are still there. Those farmlands were seriously damaged by the war. In this early morning, farmers who had returned to their hometowns were already tidying up their fields.

The scenery is great.

However, when Blake galloped past on the hell horse that could spit out flames from its nostrils and had hooves wrapped in fire, and greeted the farmers in a friendly manner, those superstitious guys would always be scared to the ground.

This ruined the pirate's good mood.

But that's okay.

He was not in a position to fight with a group of superstitious farmers.

"What a beautiful scenery. It's a pity that in another ten years, this place will be completely destroyed."

Blake looked at the surrounding scenery with a little regret as the war horse galloped. The outline of Nanhai Town could already be seen in front of him. He curled his lips and said with full malice:

"I wonder how many lucky people here will be able to survive at that time? If you idiots have a lucky day, just pray that your highness's career will go smoothly.

Maybe it can help you escape from disaster. "

Ten minutes later, he arrived at the outskirts of Nanhai Town. Under the watchful eyes of a group of vigilant militiamen, the pirate casually dismissed his hell horse and threw his commendation order signed by Marshal Lothar to the militia captain.

This action brought him "trouble".

The mayor of Nanhai Town heard that an Alliance warrior had arrived, and personally brought a group of people to greet him. He also alerted the Lordaeron Navy Lieutenant Commander who was stationed at the dock port of Nanhai Town.

Fortunately, Blake has changed back to his "classic look."

He covered himself tightly with a face mask and hood, took out his blade fist to prove his identity, and boasted about his experience to everyone, which finally satisfied the boring curiosity of these people.

"I need a gryphon to go to Dalaran, Mayor Mareb."

Blake lowered his voice seriously and said to the young mayor in front of him:

"This is related to a confidential mission. I have to go there to discuss with the mages, and then go to Stratholme to see His Majesty the Pope. My time is very tight and my mission is very important.

I hope you won't spread the news about my appearance. "

"Is it related to the orcs?"

The young mayor wears a sword at his waist, and he looks like a very capable character at first glance.

He asked with a serious face, Blake nodded, and the mayor coughed awkwardly and said:

"Last night, a group of thugs who were suspected of being orcs stole a small merchant ship and fled into the Palatine Bay under the cover of darkness. They were very cunning and did not leave any valuable traces.

They also knocked out the soldiers who were on duty last night, stripped them naked and hung them on the dock.

This is a provocation to the alliance!

So early this morning, all the griffin knights were sent out, and they were patrolling the outer sea, looking for those thugs. It may take a while before they return, Warriors.

You look tired enough to wait in town. "

"Huh? Invaded by thugs?"

Blake thought to himself that those guys from Evil Eye were quite capable, but his tone became serious and he said:

"Nanhai Town is an important port of the Alliance in northern Xinjiang. Five hundred soldiers and an equal number of militiamen are stationed here. This infiltration incident is definitely not accidental, Mr. Mayor.

I suspect there is a traitor in the town!

It must be taken seriously. Although the orcs have been beaten away by us, those cunning bastards definitely don't want to just admit defeat.

Maybe what happened last night was just a tentative attack. As an Alliance agent, my conscience does not allow me to stand by and watch. Please allow me to join the hunt. "

"We welcome you most, Lord Black."

Mayor Mareb was overjoyed when he heard that the accomplished Alliance warrior in front of him was willing to help. He held the hilt of the sword at his waist and asked:

"Do you need any support from us?"

"I need permission to enter various places in the town, including the armory, granary, material warehouse, and military barracks. These all require your authorization, Your Excellency."

Black said:

"I will use my professional skills to search the town. If I find anything, I will contact you immediately, but the assassin's actions need to be secretive, so please do not alert other people.

Just pretend I've never been here. "

A few minutes later, Blake, hiding in the shadows, looked at the mayor's authorization in his hand and almost laughed out loud.

Of course, he didn't want to cause any damage, so he just walked around these places. If he could find interesting "trophies", that would be great.

As for the town's treasury, Blake had no interest in it.

money

He has enough money in his hand, and there are mountains of treasures on Treasure Island. Now that the Alliance is launching a major counterattack, it is time to spend money. Taxes from all places are used to support the front line.

How many gold coins can there be in a small town's treasury?

His first stop was the dock, where he planned to go to the Lordaeron Navy's armory. The weapons he had on hand were sufficient, but the equipment of his subordinates was not sophisticated enough.

If you can find a few good weapons and armor, it will be a worthwhile trip.

However, just as Blake was heading towards the pier armory, he suddenly heard a conversation between two young men who were fishing by the waterside of the pier.

The content is very interesting.

"Hal, I had that dream again last night."

A young man with chestnut red hair, who looked to be in his twenties, was wearing a tattered white shirt. While holding a wooden fishing rod, he spoke in a confused and helpless tone to the yawning "fisherman" beside him. Friend" said.

The fishing friend's face was dull and he lacked any expression. He asked perfunctorily:

"Which dream?"

"That's the dream in which I appeared in Durnholde. I've told you that several times."

The young man who spoke at the beginning said in a ashamed voice:

"An orc who was taken as a personal slave by Blackmoore escaped from prison. In the end, the guy destroyed the entire castle and freed all the orcs we held in the asylum.

He even became the king of the orcs. He was called a warchief or something. Crazy, right? "

"Stop imagining things, Nat."

His fishing friend sighed helplessly and said:

"You forgot that the last time you talked nonsense, the soldiers almost beat you up. Brigadier General Blackmore is a hero of the Alliance. He is currently leading the soldiers of Durnholde Castle to fight on the front line.

You may not like such a war hero, but you cannot slander him freely. This is not good. It will bring trouble to you and me. "

"All right."

The young man named Nat seemed to have remembered something unpleasant. He looked around and calmed down to fish. After being silent for more than ten seconds, he scratched his hair again and whispered:

"Hal."

"What's wrong? Nat?"

Fishing friend Hal got a little irritable and said:

"Don't tell me, you had two dreams last night?"

"Yes, I had two dreams last night, and the same dream happened again."

Nat grabbed his hair and said with a fascinated look on his face:

"In that dream, I became the most powerful fishing master in the world. I also moved to a place called Kalimdor. People from all over the world expressed their respect to me.

Many people learned fishing from me, including some beautiful girls.

In the dream, I look like a fisherman. Oh, Hal, don't leave! I'm not done yet. "

"Go and dream your dream!"

The fishing friend Hal, who was called by Nat, turned around, grabbed his old hat, and threw it next to Nat. He waved his fishing rod like a sword and screamed:

"I've had enough of your broken dreams, Nat! You've been like this since you were a child, you only dream and fish, and you can't do anything well! I've had enough of you!

I'm going to join the army. Even if I die on the Burning Steppes, I won't have to listen to you talk about these weird things all day long. "

After saying that, Hal turned and left angrily.

Behind him, Nat held his friend's old hat and shouted to Hal:

"No, you won't die in the battlefield, Hal. I will have two children in the future, and you will live the rest of your life in a place called Theramore, but be careful with the turtle soup.

That stuff will kill you. "

"Fuck your weird dreams, screw your turtle soup, Nat! Fuck!"

The fishing friend yelled and ran away.

Nat was left alone and sighed helplessly and lonely. He turned around and planned to continue fishing, but he was shocked to find that there was a guy next to him.

Wearing black clothes, a hood and a face covering, he didn't look like a good person.

When did this guy get here?

"Hi, man."

Blake, who was sitting on the edge of the pier, took off the fishing rod on his shoulder in a decent manner, glanced at Nat, and said in a gentle tone:

"Fishing, huh? You like this too? Let me tell you, I like fishing very much. Maybe we can become friends. My name is Blake. I"

"Wait, I think I've seen you before!"

Nat carefully looked at the uninvited friend in front of him, then shrank his head, and whispered in a strange tone:

"I saw you in my dream, those people. They called you His Royal Highness."