Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 294 3. Are assassinations so casual nowadays? ——【835】

(Added update [3/5] for brother Czh666)

"He will be eaten to pieces by the eldest lady of the Presto family. Well, there will be nothing left in him in every sense of the word."

On the second floor of the "Red Jack" bar, Blake stood by the window and looked down at Oridon Perenold, who walked out of the bar, put on a tall hat and got into a low-key carriage.

He said to the butler Moros standing behind him:

"Maybe we should change our partners.

I don't want to have to go to Alterac in a few months to attend the funeral of a member of the royal family and possibly have to deal with a difficult newlywed widow. "

"This joke is not funny, Master Black."

The undead butler reached out and pushed the mask that covered his face to hide his decayed features. He said in his own unique voice:

"I have helped him establish a foothold in the noble circle of the Kingdom of Alterac. It would be a pity to give up like this. It is a waste of your precious time.

Furthermore, making such dirty jokes is not in line with your status, Your Highness. "

"I'm a pirate, my butler."

Blake pouted and said:

"If I don't tell a dirty joke every day, I would be sorry for my status."

"Are you trying to get close to Deathwing, who is indulging in a boring mortal game? Not a good plan, think about it, a dragon king corrupted by N'Zoth."

Xal'atath whispered in the pirate's ear:

"It is already the most dangerous creature in this world. If you are not careful, you and your little force will be killed."

"Are you teaching me how to do something?"

Blake said quietly.

Xalatath's "suggestion" was immediately interrupted. She was silent for a few seconds, changed to a sweet tone, and whispered again:

"No, I am just fulfilling my duties and carefully reminding you of the dangers you may encounter. But without Deathwing, the black dragons without the corrupt Black Dragon King will become quite weak.

My little master, you should take advantage of this. "

After saying that, Sataras's voice was hidden in his ears, making Blake sneer.

"Who are you talking to? Master Black."

Moros asked suspiciously:

"Did you come into contact with something dangerous and weird? Or did you hear whispers? Maybe I should make an appointment with a priest for you."

"No, no, I'm just talking to myself."

The pirate waved his hand and said to Moros:

"Don't worry, my housekeeper, and I already have the best ship's doctor by my side. She will take care of my health. Can you make me some midnight snack?"

I'll go for a walk around the city and come back for some food later. "

"Of course, my lord."

Moros nodded very reservedly, turned around and put away the cups on the table, glanced at Canrisade who was guarding the door again, then opened the door and went to the bar kitchen.

"Jack, your bar business is okay, but the layout is a bit too old. Do you need me to give you some advice?"

After Moros left, Blake turned and said something to the empty house.

Under the surprised gaze of the thin boy, the red-haired Jack, wearing a bartender's clothes, took the initiative to step out of the shadows. It looked like he had just finished his work. The cuffs of his hands were unrolled and rolled up, revealing a little tattoo on his arms.

"Of course, Master, I will be happy to follow your advice."

Jack stood there, leaning over Blake, and said:

"This is the first stronghold of your faction. It's up to you to decide the style."

"I'm not saying it's bad."

The pirate shook his head, rubbed his forehead and explained:

“Just from an intelligence gathering perspective, the tavern is already pretty good, but it could be even better.

It's better to find some dancers, put on some simple clothes that will make the men breathe heavily, and then train those young ladies to dance some passionate dances.

Set up a big stage or something in the middle of the tavern and let them entertain the guests.

The lights are also dimmed, and the accompaniment music does not need to be so soothing. It should be more exciting, unrestrained, and rhythmic, so that people can't help but sway along. "

Blake spread his hands and said:

"You don't have to wait for the guests to get drunk before you can gather information.

Even when they are happy, they don't keep their mouth shut. There is no need to position your hotel as catering only to drunkards, as this will reach too few people.

Make it a place where happiness can be found and be enjoyed by people from all walks of life.

When the business is booming, go to Gilneas City to open a second store, go to Dalaran City to open a third store, and go to Stromgarde to open a fourth store. Oh, by the way, don't forget to have a garbage dump in the backyard of every tavern.

It should be clean and smell-free.

Put all the reusable trash left behind by guests after they have had fun. "

Jack listened carefully.

He could understand the pirate's previous suggestion, which was to connect the tavern with the custom industry. This was not a new idea. There was such a place in Lordaeron.

But he really couldn't understand the latter suggestion.

Garbage dump?

What is this going to do?

When he was about to ask, he saw Black making a gesture and said:

"Don't ask, you will know the reason later. Also prepare, at midnight tonight, I will take you to complete your 'Uncrowned One' ceremony.

You will be the first assassin to join this faction, so there is always a sense of ceremony. "

"You want to conduct this ceremony yourself?"

The red-haired Jack raised his head, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.

"certainly."

The pirate turned the sapphire seal on his finger very reservedly and said softly:

“I came all the way to Dragon Bone Harbor just for this.

I will show you the rules and regulations of our faction. Since I have to sail on the sea all year round and recruit members on land, I always have to leave it to a few confidants.

Jack, I personally invited you, which means that I value you very much, and I hope that you can become the backbone of the Uncrowned.

Go get ready.

Tonight's ritual will be very difficult even for an assassin of your skill. "

Jack nodded, with a serious face, bowed to Master Black, and then quietly disappeared into the shadow, disappearing into the night outside the window like a gust of wind.

After he left, the skinny boy Kanrisade raised his head, looked at his captain, and asked in a low voice:

"Captain, do you really value him? Why don't you invite him on board?"

"Of course, I value Jack very much. He is a very motivated young man and was once Ravenholdt's rising star."

Blake touched the seal ring on his finger. He hooked his finger at the little warlock and said:

"Before he dies due to a mistake, I will always value him, just like I value you too. You will become an excellent warlock, but if you die

It proves that I made a mistake.

This may make me sad for a few days, but time will heal me. It is the cure-all for all my ills.

Go and change clothes.

Let's go for a walk in the city. Don't you also need an eyeball? "

"good."

The skinny boy eagerly ran to the compartment to change clothes, while the pirate shook his head. He looked out the window at the Keel Harbor in the night, and could vaguely see the lights on the other side of the military port.

The Gilnean soldiers who were supposed to have returned were holding a victory celebration, celebrating their victory over the orcs and winning glory and peace for the Alliance.

Black lowered his head and took out a letter with Ravenholdt's mark from his pocket.

He looked at the bounty content on the letter, grinned with disdain, and casually placed the letter on the candle on the table next to him to burn.

Looking at the letter burning, the dazzling "Anduin Lothar" in the reward text engulfed in flames, Black cursed in a low voice:

"Bullshit peace."

"I feel so sorry for you, hero and great man."

——

"That alley, called Crime Alley, is where all kinds of scum from Dragon Bone Harbor gather."

It was dark, and it was raining lightly. There were no street lights in the streets of Longgu Port. Occasionally, a few carriages would pass by in a hurry, but few pedestrians would pass by.

Black put on a full set of Night Killer armor and used the Pirate King's cloak to cover his entire body in darkness. Under the unique helmet and the red face scarf, only a pair of eyes were exposed.

He pointed to a dark alley opposite, and said to Kanrisade, who was also wearing black clothes, carrying Jordan's staff on his back, holding a grimoire in his hand, and also covering his face:

"Jack told me that it is the stronghold of the smugglers of Keel Port. They have controlled the gray area of ​​​​the port all year round and made a lot of money by smuggling alcohol and contraband.

There seems to be suspicion of collusion between government and businessmen, but this is not important.

The alley was filled with thugs and gangsters trained by black businessmen. Most of the criminals in the entire town were hiding there. There were many eyeballs there.

All you have to do is choose the one that suits you best.

But I'm not going to help you, skinny boy. "

The pirate smiled in a low voice and said to the eager little warlock beside him:

"You have been learning magic for almost two months. Evil Eye told me that you are a genius. I have also taught you many things. Tonight is a test.

Go ahead and show me what you can do. "

"What kind of ability are you capable of?"

Kanrisade snorted and asked:

"A warlock? Or a pirate?"

"What do you think?"

Blake asked rhetorically.

The skinny boy chuckled, pulled up the hood of his black clothes, and holding a staff that was taller than the others, he strode towards the crime alley across the street with the sound of raindrops hitting the ground.

Not timid at all.

The Pirate King's suit was incomplete and he couldn't summon Old Bone Eater, but Blake had another way to monitor him. He picked up a ball of shadow magic in his left hand and whispered a spell.

The next moment, an eyeball that had been treated with warlock skills was suspended in the green light, wrapped in the magic power of the shadow, and flew silently towards the crime alley.

Warlock Magic Eye of Kilrogg.

One hundred percent authentic!

After all, the eyeball really was taken from Kilrogg Deadeye.

It shares the vision of the pirates, and because of Blake's exploration of the secrets of shadows, it has a super stealth effect and a very fast flying speed. It is completely a magical version of a "drone".

He originally wanted to use the Eye of Kilrogg to check Kanrisad's actions and find out his mistakes, so that he could teach him a lesson and show his "majesty" as a senior warlock and pirate.

But unexpectedly, as soon as the magic eye took off, Blake saw something "terrible".

On the dark street on the other side of Crime Alley, a carriage rolled over on the side of the road. The horses and grooms pulling the carriage, including the soldiers guarding the carriage, were all killed, and blood flowed everywhere.

Several men in black were chasing a lady in a long skirt. The lady holding a bayonet was guarded by two fierce hounds, and she held a crying little girl in her arms.

Behind her, she was protecting two children who were frightened and crying.

"People from Ravenholdt?"

The pirate immediately narrowed his eyes. He recognized the origins of the assassins he was chasing. The next moment, as the magic eyes approached, he also recognized the identities of the people being chased.

Good guy!

this is not.

"Whoosh"

Blake's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The moment he escaped into the shadows, a hook and chain was thrown out, leading him to jump onto the low and chaotic roof of Crime Alley, and then, running as fast as a war horse, he rushed towards the place where the assassination took place.

A street that would take a normal person ten minutes to walk through, a pirate could cross in less than twenty seconds.

To be honest, ordinary people may not be able to catch this kind of speed in such a dark night, even without sneaking. But how to say it? The speed of pirates moving in the shadows is much faster than normal.

"Run! Liam! Take your sister and Lorna and run! Find your father! Quick!"

When Blake accurately stood on the chimney at the edge of the street, he saw in the rain that the lady seemed to have given up her escape and left the girl in her arms to her son.

She had no grace left.

Her long dress got wet in the rain, but she still held the rapier and picked up a musket from the ground. Together with her pet dog, she struggled to resist the assassin in front of her.

The pirate whistled in the night.

Not only is this lady in good shape, but she is also very skilled in swordsmanship. She is not a lady in the traditional sense at all. She is indeed a Gilnean with tough folk customs.

Even Her Majesty the Queen is so fierce in fighting.