Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Do you know what crazy things you are talking about!"

On the hillside of Tirisfal Glades, after hearing the "payment" demanded by Black, Pope Faol almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

This legendary priest who always appeared as a good old man wanted to pick up the Silver Hand war hammer at this moment and beat the arrogant pirate in front of him to death with one hammer.

His voice rose several times, and he yelled angrily at Blake:

"You want me to use my pure faith in the Holy Light to launch a religious war for you? Were you just mentally shocked by that dark thing, so are you talking nonsense?

I can pretend you never said this!

Little Drake!

This is no joke.

Your words are enough to make you the enemy of all Holy Light believers! "

"Oh, don't shout."

The pirate covered his ears and took two steps back. After the old man got angry angrily, he said to Pope Fao very sensibly:

"I'm not crazy, Your Majesty.

I'm actually very, very sober now. I ask you to use the power of the Holy Light Church to suppress the tide faith that crowds out the Church of Storms. This is not out of personal grudges.

Take a closer look at the Holy Emblem of Storm. "

Blake spread his arms and said to Fao in a serious tone:

"Before this journey, what you saw on the holy symbol may just be an advice to respect the tide.

But after I reveal to you the dark mysteries beneath Tirisfal, I believe you will be able to see more details on this holy symbol that were previously overlooked.

Details that are extremely important to the truth.

The reason why I did not make this request in advance is because I know that no matter what I say, a kind person like you will not agree to my request until you see with your own eyes the dark power I exaggerate.

But now.

Not necessarily. "

Black's words stunned the Pope for a moment.

He lowered his head and began to look at the Holy Emblem of Storm in his hand again.

The Holy Emblem of the Church of Storms is as round as a coin, with exquisite reliefs. In the midst of a storm, the concrete power extending from the deep sea lifts a ship through the waves.

The Tide Sages, who symbolize the Church of Storms, master the power of the sea and can turn every voyage into danger and make every warship tread flat ground.

There is nothing wrong with it if you look carefully.

"Turn it around, Your Majesty."

The pirate warned softly.

Faao turned the holy symbol around and his eyes widened in the next moment.

After the holy emblem was turned around, the majestic picture of riding the wind and waves suddenly changed.

In an abstract view, the concrete power of the sea extending from the deep sea looks like tentacles, wrapping around a ship like a greedy sea monster and dragging it outside the holy symbol. in the shadow.

Especially the shape of the tentacles.

The small spikes embellished on it reminded Fao of the limbs and joints on the body of the powerful and dark Krasis, the general of the abyss, whom he had just faced in the catacombs.

It cannot be said that they are exactly the same, it can only be said that they are exactly the same.

"this"

A crisis suddenly arose in the Pope's heart.

Indeed, as Black said, before he had seen that powerful abyss creature with his own eyes, even if His Majesty Faao happened to see the inverted Holy Emblem, he would never associate it with a monster.

But after seeing that crazy thing that he would never forget for the rest of his life, no matter how Faao tried to convince himself that it was just a coincidence, he already believed the pirate's words in his heart.

"Are you suggesting to me that the Church of Storms is connected to the Abyss and Void?"

The Pope played with the pagan holy symbol in his hand, twirled his beard and said softly:

"This is not something a Kul Tiran would do. As far as I know, in that ocean kingdom, there are more people who believe in the Church of Storms than those who believe in the Holy Light.

Even though you, the Proudmoore family, have never openly expressed their faith, your father Daelin still wears the Holy Emblem Pendant of the Church of Storms in many public occasions. "

"That's why I became a pirate, Your Majesty."

Blake shrugged, pushed up his pirate hat, and said to Fao:

"I came back from death with the knowledge that being a Marine was not going to save that country, which was already dying without realizing it.

The power that the Tide Sages believed in cast a shadow in the sky and ocean of Kul Tiras, and everyone, including Daelin, was captured by that shadow.

They also feel that they are not puppets.

What a joke!

But my old man is considered powerful. He is a legendary warrior with an iron will. Even if the masters of the Tide Sages show up in person, they may not be able to defeat him.

But just because he is firm does not mean that everyone around him is firm.

Those all-pervasive darkness can always find the weakest point of a warrior, and then insert a knife into it, and then maliciously admire those fearless people and cry bitterly.

Finally, he uses their pain to drag them into darkness. "

Blake took off the evil skull flask from his waist, opened the lid, and poured a sip of wine into his mouth. He wiped his mouth and said to Pope Fao who was looking at him:

"Let me tell you a little secret, Your Majesty.

You know, in the sea battle of Khaz Modan, the battle where I died, the battleship I was on was equipped with Tidesage.

They can reverse the ocean currents, change the sea breeze, detect danger in advance before the orcs' red dragon attacks, and help us turn the danger around.

But maybe I was just unlucky.

The Tide Sages, who had always been reliable, were as blind or deaf that day.

They call to the sea.

But the sea didn't respond for a long time.

Your Majesty, I crawled back from hell and foiled their plot, but they will not give up. Maybe it will be my brother next time, and my sister the next time.

Next time, it may be my old father's turn.

As long as Daelin dies, Kul Tiras will fall completely into their hands and become the first human kingdom to be occupied by the void. "

Blake used a threatening tone and gently plucked the Pope's heartstrings. He said:

"Those bastards hiding in the abyss have already started a war on us, and your Majesty, you are still dreaming of peace!"

"Your disciple Natalie, me, Derek Proudmoore, and Daelin, who was almost struck by pain and was unable to recover, are all their targets.

They are all their chosen victims.

And the dark monster hiding under Tirisfal that we just killed!

To the invasion of void forces, you cannot choose to be conciliatory or conciliatory. You must give a sufficient, positive, and tough response. Otherwise, what awaits you next time is a spiritual plague that breaks out in your heart.

I ask you to start a religious war.

Not because I love war.

Not because I enjoy watching the world burn.

But if you don't fight back now, when they hit and explode, you won't have the power to fight back. "

"This evidence is not enough."

The Pope shook his head, looked at the Holy Emblem in his hand, and said:

"The Church of Storms has many believers on the sea, not just the Kul Tirans. It is a behemoth. If we collide with the size of the Church of Holy Light, there will be no winner.

Both sides will only suffer losses.

Even die together. "

"No need for direct confrontation, Your Majesty."

Blake's eyes lit up, he straightened up and said to the Pope:

"I will deal with those believers of the Church of the Storm on the sea outside of Kul Tiras. All you and your church have to do is compete with the Church of the Storm for faith in the borders of Kul Tiras.

There are only so many people in Kul Tiras.

The more people believe in the Holy Light, the fewer people will be captured by the forces of the void.

The best part is, I’ve got the best entry point for you.

At most half a year later, the Waycrest family, the rulers of Kul Tiras in the Drustvar region, will receive the order from their head, Arthur Waycrest, and their mistress, Meredith Waycrest. Begin to convert.

The oldest family on the land of Kul Tiras will return to the true faith of the Holy Light.

I hope that you can personally preside over this ceremony, and it is best to take the opportunity to launch a holy light tour on the land of Kul Tiras.

Not everyone in Kul Tiras knows how to go to sea.

For those living inland, the more moderate teachings of the Holy Light were obviously more attractive.

If everything goes well, I will also arrange an 'accident' to let those disgusting guys reveal their true colors.

By then, you'll know.

This war of faith you waged is just.

And it's absolutely necessary. "

"In half a year?"

Pope Faou turned the rosary, nodded slightly, and said:

"This period of time is indeed enough for me to prepare, but if you can get some more tangible evidence, it may help me make up my mind faster.

It would also be easier to persuade other archbishops with evidence rather than fervor of belief.

And have you ever thought about one thing, little Drake.

A large part of the reason why Kul Tiras' fleet roams the sea is because of the help of the Tide Sage. If you destroy the Church of Storms, your country will too."

"I'm not worried about this at all, Your Majesty."

The pirate waved his hand.

He said in a casual tone:

"If without the Tide Sage, the people of Kul Tiran will be defeated by the sea, it means that they are still lacking. Getting rid of that cancer will not have any impact on my country.

I firmly believe this!

Moreover, it is time for the game on this ocean to become more fair. Dai Lin cannot be allowed to play the 'easy mode' all the time.

He who sits on the throne is always lonely.

Being called the 'King of the Sea', his loneliness must be as big as the sea.

Well, as his eldest son, I am always responsible for providing my old man with some 'fun' from time to time to maintain his desire to fight. "

"That's it, Your Majesty."

The pirate made a farewell gesture to the Pope of Austria and said:

"I will stay in the northern border for a few days, and then go to the Burning Plains. After admiring the defeat of the tribe there, I will immediately go to the Dusk Forest to bring your disciples back to the light.

I will do what I promise.

You also have to do what you promise. "

——

Through the portal left by the old lich, Black and His Holiness the Pope returned to the city of Lordaeron.

The Pope was very preoccupied and had to rush back to the Holy Light's Hope Chapel with the holy relics, so he did not stay longer.

Blake bought some drinks at an old bar that Dailin occasionally visited, and after replenishing supplies, he came to Ravenholdt's intelligence point in the city.

"Send me a letter."

Black ordered the Ravenholdt intelligence agent in the intelligence point:

"Send it to Mathias Shore and tell him that I will go to Khaz Modan to join him soon so that he can be prepared to welcome his old friend."

"Okay, Sir Black."

The intelligence officer here is an old man, he is quick and agile, and he looks like a high-level assassin at first glance.

But after Blake finished delivering the letter, the old man gave him another strange news:

"Your Excellency, the 'Assassin Master Trial' you submitted to the organization has been accepted. It is said that Ms. Pasonia Shore will personally preside over your trial on the frontline battlefield."

The intelligence officer said to Blake with a strange expression:

"In addition, Ms. Shore sent a special message to the intelligence points in Lordaeron and Dalaran, asking us to tell you something."

"explain."

Blake played with the wine bottle in his hand and looked at the decoration of the information point disguised as a clothing store. He planned to buy himself a few more clothes for different occasions.

The old intelligence agent behind him coughed slightly and relayed Granny Xiao's words to him.

The content is very simple, just one sentence:

"Senior Assassin Black Shaw, I already know about you and that bastard Garona. It's a pity that you have lost the friendship of the Shaw family."

"Um?"

The pirate who was selecting strips of cloth paused for a moment, then he shrugged and said while selecting:

"It sounds like the old man is very angry, which is not good for his health."

"I want this, this, and this. Make me some hunting clothes and dresses as soon as possible. I'll need them later."

PS:

Thank you brothers for your monthly support on the last day of this month. This update is a thank you to everyone.

It’s a bit overwhelming to add another chapter, but there is really no way to add more. Yesterday the two brothers rewarded the leader, and the number of chapters to be added next month has soared to 35.

I am really in pain and happy.

I don’t have as many manuscripts saved as you might imagine, mainly because my wife is due to give birth in October, and I’m very busy right after that, and I’m updating two books at the same time, so it’s basically difficult to save manuscripts.

And for a while after the child was born, I was probably under a lot of pressure to keep up to date, let alone add updates, and I had to do my best to maintain it.

Therefore, I hope brothers will understand.

Next month’s extra update is on the 21st, so it must be delivered on time!