Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Ansrem Ruinvivor, Archmage of Dalaran, legendary spellcaster, member of the Council of Six.

When Antonidas took the spellcasters of Dalaran to the front line to support Marshal Lothar's war, the archmage was entrusted with the important task of staying behind in Dalaran.

He won the trust of Antonidas and had enough power to defend the city of Dalaran.

But this guy's reputation isn't very good.

Everyone who has met him will complain that he is rigid, boring, and inhumane. However, based on the information Black knows, this archmage can actually be regarded as a hero of Dalaran.

In another timeline, after Dalaran was destroyed, Antonidas died in battle and everyone else ran away, but he stayed.

Amid many difficulties, he presided over the reconstruction of Dalaran.

Without him, the city-state of Dalaran would have completely perished 24 years after the Dark Portal, and there would never be any subsequent legendary stories.

This is a very difficult guy to deal with, a ruthless character who doesn't know how to deal with anything.

It was precisely because the pirate knew him well enough that he knew from the moment they met that it would be difficult for him and the Archmage to become friends.

Instead of trying to please someone, it's better to get paid and do it.

Besides, if everything goes well, the pirates will become Dalaran's most wanted targets in a while.

So, why bother yourself?

"Buzz"

In the streamer's broken teleportation technique, Blake arrived at the top domed balcony of the Violet Castle.

This is a small room, but from here you can overlook the entire night view of Dalaran. If your eyesight is better, you can still see Lake Lordaeron in the distance, and even the city of Lordaeron on the other side of this large lake.

There is light embellishment there, which is like a night scene on earth.

"I very much suspect that you are deliberately targeting me. Who can't you send? Do you have to send that annoying guy Ansrem to pick me up?"

Blake turned around and looked at Merry Winterwind, who was sitting on a chair on the balcony, holding the staff of the guardian, and said:

"Are you trying to give me a kick?

Are you trying to warn me to abide by the order of spellcasters in Dalaran?

Or, old friend, while adapting to the power of the lich, your heart has slipped to the dark side, and you plan to bury your best friend in this city?

Oh my God, Meri! You are so evil that even a pirate like me feels creepy. "

Blake made an exaggerated voice and asked a mean question.

"Why do you always like to overthink things? Blake, this is not a good habit. If you are so suspicious, you will push everyone around you further and further away from you."

The old mage closed his eyes and whispered:

"I asked Ansrem to come over because Dalaran's defenses are now empty, and he is the only one in this city who can firmly suppress you.

You have some ill will towards this city.

This can be seen from the fact that you deliberately left clues for the unbelieving Snake Man in Wharton.

I can probably guess what you want to do, but I'm in no mood to get involved. This is between you and the Kirin Tor, and I need to concentrate on dealing with the real threat now. "

"Hey, it's boring."

Blake showed a boring smile, raised the suitcase in his hand, and said to Meri Dongfeng:

"Then let's get down to business. Let's go to see the Pope. Have you told him what happened?"

"Well, a letter was sent."

The Lich stood up, combed his robes, and said:

"Faol is very concerned about the darkness. He has come to Lordaeron from Stratholme, and is now in the city on the other side of Lake Lordaeron.

Perhaps he sensed some crisis from the holy light.

He acted very urgently. "

"Of course Your Majesty the Pope must be urgent. The signs of darkness corroding the Holy Light Church have already appeared."

The pirate showed a mysterious smile and said:

"He just lacked a clue to discover the hidden danger, and your letter provided him with the last clue.

Don't doubt the old man's wisdom. If he didn't become a priest, but chose to become a mage, there wouldn't be anything like Antonidas in Dalaran now. "

"Why do you hate Antonidas so much?"

Old Meili glanced at him and said:

"Has he done anything to harm you or your family?"

"currently there is not."

The pirate shrugged and said:

"It won't be certain in the future. If I leave little Gianna to you, if you teach her to be a middle school girl with a strong sense of justice, old Meili, believe me.

I will break every one of your bones. "

"I'm sure you could do it with some pretty nefarious plot, but I doubt you'd have that chance."

Old Merry was in no mood to quarrel with the pirates, so he took out a letter from his arms, handed it to Blake, and said:

"This is all the news about Fenna Golden Sword. Unfortunately, that girl is not in Dalaran now. What the orcs did in Quel'Thalas made many elves very angry.

Miss Fenner is one of these angry people.

She has now joined an expedition in Quel'Thalas to fight in the Burning Steppes. "

"Well, that's a shame."

The pirate put the letter away and asked again:

"Where is my Aunt Jinjian? Is Dai Lin's old lover still alive?"

"You should call him father."

The old mage carefully corrected Blake's title issue, and then said:

"According to my information, Ms. Jin Jian has lived in Silver Moon City these years. It is said that she is a senior member of the Silver Moon Council, although she lives in seclusion.

But her connections are amazing. "

"Ha, this matter also involves the dispute between the royal party and the parliament of the high elves? The woman Dai Lin likes is indeed extraordinary. I am really getting more and more headaches about my family tree."

A headache appeared on the pirate's face.

The old mage admired Black's troubles, which seemed to put the increasingly indifferent mage in a good mood. Without waiting for the pirate to say anything, he took a step forward with the Staff of the Guardian and waved his hand to open a portal to Lordaeron.

After becoming a lich, Old Merry's manipulation of magic power has improved to a higher level, and he can cast spells with ease, as if all the rules that bind spellcasters no longer take effect here.

This is the power of the legendary class.

Concrete the power of the six major systems and open the shackles leading to a higher level of power.

This is the starting point to greatness and immortality, and also the end point for most professionals.

As for the mythical profession

Stop making trouble, how can ordinary people pursue such rare things?

Human civilization has evolved for nearly three thousand years before relying on the stacked power of generations of mages to create the only mythical profession, the Guardian of Tirisfal.

This shows how elusive and elusive the power of the demigod is.

Pursuing this kind of power does not rely on perseverance, perseverance, or courage. It depends on luck!

It's about fate.

Just look at Medivh.

A good tire is better than anything else.

"Buzz"

Blake stepped into the portal, and after a slight dizziness, he was greeted by a sharp sword against his neck, with the gentle power of the holy light shining on it.

It looks very gentle.

But as soon as the sword cuts down, this tenderness will immediately turn into the indifference of death.

"Disguise."

The tall hooded knight in front of him squeezed out a cold word from the Y-shaped crack in the helmet.

Blake looked past his figure and behind him.

His Majesty Alonsos Faol, whom I had seen once before in the city of Lordaeron, was also wearing a hood, dressed like the mysterious man, and was praying in front of the emblem of the Holy Light in this secret stronghold.

Obviously, this was a secret meeting.

"We meet again, Lord Dathrohan."

Blake said hello gently and removed the disguise effect of the Deceiver Orb on himself.

When he saw him wearing a pirate trench coat, a black pirate hat, and an eyepatch, the knight in front of him immediately showed a strange anger.

He was suppressed again.

When he saw three skulls strung up by iron chains hanging on the pirate's chest and picked up a more evil skull flask, the indifference in the knight's eyes became even more intense.

"Why do you want to"

he asked.

Obviously, he had recognized Blake's true identity from the familiar face in front of him.

As a high knight who fought alongside Dai Lin in the Orc War, Saidan Dathrohan, who is as strong as steel, also expressed doubts from the bottom of his heart about Black's life choice.

"Don't ask, I'm just asking out of interest."

The pirate showed him an impeccable smile, lifted the suitcase in his hand, handed it to the knight who put away his sword, and said:

"This is my sincere tribute as a Templar Assassin before the Holy Light. Just like my promise before the Holy Light, I walk in the darkness and serve the light.

So don't look at me with that disgust, Lord Knight.

In terms of actions, there is no difference between you who are loyal to your beliefs and me who is despised by you. "

These slightly overreaching words made Dathrohan take another look at the young pirate.

Without saying a word, he picked up the suitcase, opened it himself and took a look at it. After confirming that there was no danger, he presented it to the Pope.

But His Majesty Alonsos Fao did not look back immediately.

Even though he had already sensed the strange magic fluctuations coming from the box.

Like the most sincere believer, he completed today's prayer in a standard and quiet manner with the rosary beads spinning in his hand.

It seemed that before the prayer was completed, nothing that happened around him would affect his dialogue with faith in his heart.

The pirates did not interrupt the process.

The lich beside him also did not interrupt this process.

After a few minutes, the Pope's prayer was completed. He picked up a priest's holy staff from his hand, stood up with his body propped up, and looked back with a gentle and warm smile.

He stretched out his hand and touched the dark red, crystallized eyeball like a crystal glass ball placed in the box in front of him.

"I felt terrible evil from it. Even though this darkest soul has dissipated into the world, it still scares me."

His Majesty Faao said in his trademark tone of pity:

"May the Holy Light bless his dark soul and find salvation in another world."

"There will be no redemption for Gul'dan, Your Majesty."

Blake said softly:

"The alien god of death will not give him a merciful execution before draining his last bit of energy. Just like when that moment comes, everyone must choose a farewell path for the sins they have committed in their lives.

If this tribute satisfies the Holy Light, then I boldly ask you to pray a little more for my soul in your daily prayers in the future.

To help me get through every bad day that belongs to the faithless. "

"Little Drake, we talked about doctrine last time."

Fao raised his head, glanced at Blake, and said:

"The Holy Light will not force you. You can choose whether you believe it or not. But in front of two sincere believers, you should not say these blasphemous words.

And if I am not stupid, I should have told you last time that the Holy Light does not require you to make any tribute to it in its name.

Just like the church and I, we don’t need a real ‘Temple Assassin’. "

"Your Majesty, I choose to serve the Holy Light. This is also my freedom."

The pirate shrugged and said:

"I told you last time that I wanted to become a Templar Assassin. I was not asking for your permission. I was just telling you my decision. As for whether the church needs my existence.

You will soon realize that fearless righteous people are willing to do anything for their beliefs, but there are still many things they cannot do.

Especially as we are about to set off to pursue the dark secrets of eternal existence.

When we truly stand on the other side of the Holy Light, when the absolute opposite of the Holy Light and true faith is revealed under the shadows, you will know that you need my presence.

Just like behind the light, there are always shadows.

You will willingly give me the title of 'Templar Assassin'.

You will willingly provide me with all help when I need it, not because your faith is not strong enough, but because I can do things that light cannot do!

I, firmly believe this. "

The pirate said this in a calm tone, as if he was telling some truth.

He looked at the silent old man in front of him and said:

"Don't waste your time, Your Majesty.

A big shot like you would be so high-profile even when operating in secret. We have to complete this expedition before the all-pervasive Ravenholdt discovers your whereabouts.

Hopefully your faith is strong enough to allow you to accept the darkness behind history. "