Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The red forest in the north of Falcon Forest Town is one of the largest forest areas in the Drustvar Mountains.

It occupies one-tenth of the entire mountainous area, but for the past thousands of years, it has been a forbidden place. Local people say that the entrance to hell is hidden in the gloomy forest.

Anyone who dares to enter the forest at will will be dragged into hell by the terrible darkness.

There are also many people who have seen with their own eyes the strange beasts made of wood and bones that occasionally come out of the forest. They can move on their own, bite people, and wear weird and scary masks.

Something truly evil.

Although the mountain people of Drustvar are indeed strong in folk customs, they are also superstitious and closed-minded.

Logically speaking, no matter how much money the big chamber of commerce gives to people like logging in the Crimson Forest, no one will apply.

But the problem is that the background of the Albatross Chamber of Commerce calling for logging this time is not simple.

There are rumors that behind this chamber of commerce, the most powerful person in Kul Tiras is the ancient lord of this dark mountainous area, the Waycrest family who has ruled Drustvar for more than two thousand years.

The business circles in Port Boralus have gone crazy, and the rumors are quite serious.

It is said that Old Herb, the boss of the Albatross Chamber of Commerce, has embraced the big shot and is already the "white glove" of the Waycrest family. All the actions he takes are behind the instruction of the Waycrest family.

The mountain people are afraid of dark things and superstitious legends, but they also have to live and cannot offend their lords. What's more, the Waycrest family's local rule is very popular.

In addition, the rewards given by the generous Albatross Chamber of Commerce are indeed generous.

Therefore, after the knights of the Waycrest family officially entered the Crimson Forest, the strong mountain woodcutter came to do the work enthusiastically.

But the mountain people only saw the first layer.

They didn't know that behind the logging work in the red forest, there was also a more secret operation being carried out that was related to the safety of the land.

"Take this with you, go to the entrance of the big cave that the mountain people accidentally discovered before, light a fire first, and then throw this magic scroll into the fire.

I will prepare enough fire oil for you to burn all the dark things near the crypt tonight, and then you can go back to Klein and enjoy life. "

In the largest room on the second floor of the hotel in Falcon Grove Town, old Herb, a big businessman wearing a black woolen robe, placed a sealed scroll in front of several smart and powerful men in black.

He took out a bag full of gold coins from the box next to him and tossed it up and down in his hand.

He looked at the men in black in front of him and warned in a deep voice:

"You know the rules, and you know who you are working for. Do things with your heart, and don't say anything you shouldn't say."

They silently took the scroll and reward, saluted Old Herb, turned and left the room. They didn't say a word during the whole process, and they looked well-trained.

Under their hoods and on their chests, these people all had a badge with a bloody hand on it.

They are a local band of thieves in Drustvar.

The self-proclaimed "Red Hand Society" belongs to one of the several peripheral organizations of Ravenholdt Manor in Kul Tiras. Although it belongs to the lower level in the Assassin League system, it is still a truly trained assassin.

They are not accessible to ordinary people.

But old Herb can, after all, he also serves the big shots.

"Bang, bang"

Old Herb issued a mission to the assassins. This big businessman, who had been proud of his recent success in Kul Tiras, was about to open a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet to reward himself.

But he heard another knock on the door from behind.

He was stunned for a moment, then cautiously held the gold coin pendant hidden in his shirt, and then opened the door. There were several guards in black standing at the door.

Wearing a sword, wearing leather armor, and a cold light under his hood, he looked like a well-trained warrior.

The person they were guarding was a tall lady wearing a coat that covered her whole body. When Old Herb opened the door, the lady with long black gloves waved her hand, and the guards immediately dispersed.

They blocked the stairs on both sides of the second floor, preventing others from coming up to disturb this secret meeting.

"Mrs. Meredith, with your status, you shouldn't be here."

Old Herb knew who it was.

He closed the door, diligently poured a glass of wine for the beautiful lady behind her who took off her hood, and whispered:

"You should stay in the manor or Klein City now and wait for the good news from here.

We have found the group of hidden witches and captured many of them. Soon, they will be permanently removed from this land that belongs to you and Lord Arthur. "

"I believe in the fighting power of the family knights and their fearlessness and bravery, but as the mistress of the family, I cannot stay at home and pray like other ladies."

Miss Meredith, who has been back in Kul Tiras for more than a month, is still as beautiful as before.

She wore a well-fitting hunting suit and long boots, hiding her graceful curves under the coat. Her hair was tied into long braids for easy movement, and she looked heroic.

There is also a lady's long sword tied around her waist, with a rose-embellished hilt. She looks like a female warrior. In addition to her beauty, she also adds a dash of heroism.

This is a woman who really knows how to dress herself up and knows when to wear what clothes.

She took the wine glass from Old Herb, took a sip, moistened her throat, and walked to the window on the second floor of the hotel, looking towards the direction of the red forest that spread like a red python in the north under the setting sun and covered most of the mountainous area. One glance.

she says:

“The Waycrest family has been a martial artist for many years.

The Drustvar that my Arthur is about to rule is a place with strong folk customs. The members of the family and his subjects will not accept a young lady from the upper class, but extremely fragile, as their master. mother.

I had to be strong enough to win more praise for me and my Arthur.

Besides, when Arthur was on an expedition against the orcs, only his father was in charge of the Waycrest family. That was also my future father, and I should share his worries and solve his problems.

It is my responsibility.

The old Lord became very angry after seeing all kinds of witches and evil things that the family knights found in the Crimson Forest. The devout believer would not allow such darkness to appear in his territory.

I also don't allow these rats to lurk in this mountainous area, laying hidden dangers for my Arthur's future rule.

Right now, the warriors under His Royal Highness and the Archmage of Elam are staying in Drustvar. They are real reinforcements and our best chance to eradicate these dark forces lurking in the Drustvar mountains in one fell swoop! "

The Lord and Lady held the wine glass in her hand, and the crystal glass reflected her radiant face and her beautiful and sharp eyes.

She turned to Herb and said:

"I want to clear all dangers from my Arthur's rule before he returns home with the glory of a warrior. This is my gift to the people I love.

This is also a contribution to the cause of His Royal Highness.

Old Herb, is His Royal Highness the Prince's terrifying and powerful ghost ship still satisfied with the wood we contributed? "

"According to the Archmage of Elam, the wood stained with darkness is not enough to restore the Nagfar to strength. But the magic oak is not easy to find.

I have used my channels to search for the best wood throughout Kul Tiras. "

Old Herb replied softly:

"This will take some time to put together. However, in the past few days, the Nagfar seems to be more interested in those witches than the carefully selected dark wood.

I mean, their irredeemable dark souls. "

"Um?"

Mrs. Meredith was stunned for a moment, then she asked:

"What does it mean?"

"That's a little difficult to explain."

Old Herb showed a strange expression, made a "please" gesture again, and said:

"Madam, just follow me and take a look. It's just that the scene is a little bit evil. Maybe you should be mentally prepared in advance."

Ten minutes later, the Lord and Lady, who was guarded by a group of assassins from the Red Hand Society, first inspected the warehouse where the wood was stored, and then, as a representative of the Waycrest family, encouraged the local logging foreman.

Only then, led by Old Herb, came to a dark woodland on the coast of Falcon Grove Town.

It is close to the shore of the pier, and a fence has been set up around it. Armed employees of the Albatross Chamber of Commerce are patrolling the surrounding area to prevent others from approaching.

Mrs. Meredith held on to the hilt of the sword at her waist and walked toward the shore for a few minutes when she saw something unexpected.

Several gallows erected in the forest.

There are also combat crew members from the Nagfar, who are busy there in silence. They broke away from the Nagfar and became dry and desolate undead forms under the influence of the cursed gold coins.

But they all wore heavy armor, so there was nothing unusual about their appearance.

These knights, who exuded a cold aura all over their bodies, roughly dragged the witches they had captured from the Crimson Forest and other areas to the gallows.

He ignored their struggles.

Put the blood-stained noose around the necks of these guys covered with wrinkles and sores.

Regardless of their previous appearance, these witches have been transformed into extremely ugly forms after accepting the power of darkness.

They are like skinny old ladies in their seventies or eighties, who allowed the evil power to distort their souls and then distort their bodies. As the price of losing their youth and normal life, they only gained these insignificant powers.

The saddest thing is that these local peasant women and girls, for various reasons, voluntarily pursued the powers of darkness and voluntarily degenerated into what they are now.

"Damn pirates! You are destroying the holy land of Drust! Lord Gorak Tull will not let you go! The curse from hell will engulf you evil ones!"

An old witch with a stooped body and a stench all over her body had a noose around her neck.

Like a chicken about to be slaughtered, she loudly cursed these knights who came out of the deep sea with her sharp and weird voice, like the crow of midnight crows.

Her weak magic was of no use to the undead knights holding cursed gold coins on the Nagfar.

"You voluntarily accepted the power from the Blighted Realm, voluntarily performed the ritual of witch corruption, and voluntarily spread fear for the evil one named Gorak Tul.

In the past twenty years, more than thirty-seven innocent Kul Tirans have been murdered by you in evil ways near the Crimson Forest alone.

Including but not limited to killing and sacrificing, extracting souls to make Drust constructs, turning drunken men into pigs, sending them to the slaughterhouse, and being made into sausages and distributed throughout Kul Tiras.

Because of your own evil, you wantonly harmed His Highness the Prince's people, interfered with His Highness' duty to protect the people, and destroyed the order of the Drustvar region and even the entire Kul Tiras.

You have broken several laws of Kul Tiras and show no remorse! "

In front of the gallows, Knight Joan Creedon, the battle captain of the Nagfar, held his sword in both hands and said in an indifferent tone:

"In the name of His Highness the Prince, you will be sentenced to soul-exile hard labor on the Naqfar."

"The sentence - eternity."

"Execution!"

Following the order from Knight Creedon, the noose tightened in an instant, and the pedals under the witch's feet spread apart, hoisting her up like a chicken. The dark magic allowed her to hold on to the hanging longer.

But this serves no purpose other than more pain.

After a few minutes of struggle, her soul, which was as ugly as her body, spilled out of her body.

Then, driven by the tide, he was taken into the cold deep sea.

In that water, the quiet Naqfar, like a soul-eating beast, was opening its bloody mouth, waiting for the arrival of this dark soul.

It likes such souls that are filled with evil within.

Maybe it's not of high quality.

But the smell of being infiltrated with unbridled malice is really much stronger than an ordinary soul.

For the ship spirits of the Nagfar, during this voyage to Drustvar, in addition to replacing the rotten hull with dark wood, the souls of these witches were an unexpected and delicious food reserve.

Perhaps this is also part of the arrangement of the all-knowing Captain Black

In the quiet deep sea, in the shadow of the cabin of the Nagfar, which was floating quietly, the invisible ship spirit indifferently dragged the howling soul into the cabin.

Ah, it's been a month since I left the captain.

Soon, I'll be back with Blake.

His changes will definitely scare him!