Shadow Trails in Azeroth

It's not easy to get an adult to believe something.

Especially when the two parties have just met and are still strangers, and if the people being persuaded are a group of guys who have lived for hundreds of years, then the so-called "trust" is even more insignificant.

Fortunately, Blake is a "flexible" person and has a very "flexible" moral bottom line.

He would not try his best to persuade those who did not believe in him, nor would he prove his sincerity to a group of strangers, nor was he naive enough to believe that his words would make the Suramar rebels in front of him abandon them. Do everything with him.

As a pirate captain, Blake learned one thing early on.

In addition to trust making others obey, fear and intimidation can also achieve the same effect.

"Why are we building a garbage dump here?"

Delin, the leader of the gondola boat girls, was holding an old elf lantern while complaining to Venser beside him:

"It's all your fault, Venser! It was you who lured him here. I should be drinking and chatting with my sisters at the dock now."

"I have a date tonight, I can't go on here."

The short winemaker Malga next to her also complained softly.

She didn't dare to speak loudly.

For fear of being heard by the vicious pirates behind him, he was holding a dirty magical elf doll in his arms. He didn't know where such a thing could be found in the basement of Venser's tavern.

"Ladies, be patient."

As a powerful intelligence countermeasure, Mr. Hilgreen, the former housekeeper of Yue County Manor, has obviously seen the world, and he does not care about the demeanor he has been maintaining.

He held several empty wine bottles in both hands and placed them on the pile of garbage in front of him.

He clapped his hands and said to the people next to him:

"Complaining depends on the occasion. My friends, we cannot complain in front of some people. Especially when he does not give us the power to refuse.

Think of what the ‘Uncrowned One’ did the last time he came to the city. "

This little reminder suddenly frightened the other three Children of the Night. They looked at each other and stopped talking. They just moved faster to collect garbage around them.

Even though their voices were lowered, Blake could hear them clearly.

It's just that the master assassin is not in the mood to chat with his "new subordinates" right now. He is "training" the Son of Night assassin Aruin in front of him.

The training method is also very simple.

"last chance!"

Black held an elf gold coin in his fingers, placed it in front of him and Aruin, and said:

"Get it from me and you have the power of 'choice'. But since you have failed six times, I would say, don't have too much confidence."

"Buzz"

The next moment, the gold coins were jumping back and forth on the tips of Blake's four fingers like hopping insects.

Because the speed was too fast and the light was dim, Aruin could only see the phantom of a ball of gold coins dancing in the hands of the pirates. This was due to the elf's natural excellent vision, otherwise he would not even be able to see the shadow of the gold coins.

Aruin's purple eyes were so wide that they almost exploded.

He was under great pressure now. He had to get that damn gold coin before he could refuse the offer of this powerful assassin.

It's not that he doesn't crave power.

He just didn't believe Blake.

This was a dangerous man in front of him, and the pirate himself did not hide this fact.

Considering that Aruin also has a frail and sick sister to take care of, he really has no interest in joining the "Uncrowned One".

He only had one chance.

When Blake didn't move his body, or even his wrists, and only moved five fingers, he had to pinch the gold coin accurately!

must

Following the teachings of the fallen elf assassin who trained him when he was a child, he adjusted his breathing and focused his attention on vision.

There is no exaggerated slowing down of time.

But Aruin did find a way. He couldn't see the beating pattern of the gold coins clearly with his eyes, so he simply stopped looking.

Listen with the excellent hearing brought by the elf's long ears. Every time the gold coin collides with Blake's leather gauntlet, the sound is crisp, fast, and rhythmic.

It's now!

"Snapped"

With his eyes closed, the Nightborn elf suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched the elf gold coin that was vibrating between the pirate's fingers with two fingers.

There was a chill where he started, making him shiver.

He gasped, took a step back, raised the gold coin in his hand, and wanted to return it to Black.

But the pirate just clapped his hands and said happily:

"Congratulations, you finally got it. I thought I was going to lose you as a potential member. Go back and pack your things. We will leave Suramar tomorrow night.

Remember to bring your sister with you.

You should know that there is no hope for her to remain in Suramar.

If she can't get rid of the magic wine, she will only be a magic addict for the rest of her life, just like you and everyone else in this city who is getting deeper and deeper into it.

Come with me, things may not get better, but they definitely won't get worse.

You said that, right? "

After saying that, Blake turned around and walked out of the darkness, heading towards the small garbage pile that had been set up.

Behind him, Aruin wanted to reject him clearly. He did not care about becoming an Uncrowned Assassin, but he did not say this after all.

He and his sister were from the bottom of the city, so what if they could survive the ever-increasing shortage of magic wine? This is just a bottomless quagmire.

They can avoid Elisande, but they cannot avoid the addiction that follows him everywhere.

This is an incurable disease.

As an older brother, I really have to think more about my sister when doing things, especially when making choices.

Even if she can't get rid of the addiction in the end, let her go to the outside world and see the unique scenery, so that she won't be trapped in Suramar for the rest of her life.

Not bad.

"Well, when you go back, select some young elves from your brotherhood of little gangsters who are as flexible as you, are younger, don't have bad habits, and have plasticity."

Blake took a few steps, then turned back and said:

"Anyway, one is for teaching, and the other two are for training. If you can bring a lot of people back, I don't mind letting you be a little boss or someone in charge.

But make a promise in advance, before the sea journey back to the eastern continent is over, if your level has not reached my requirements, I will throw you all into the sea.

Don't go to the mainland and embarrass me. "

This request made Aruin squeeze the gold coins in his hand.

This guy hasn't agreed to join his ghost faction yet, but now it's on the line. Look at his arrogance, I really want to stab him in the back!

"Well, the action efficiency is pretty good. Look at this garbage pile. It really has an elf-style delicacy. Is there something wrong with you children of the night?

It’s just a garbage dump.”

Blake looked at the small garbage pile in the center of the basement in front of him. The four elves neatly arranged the garbage according to different categories.

It didn't look like a garbage dump at all, but more like a stall at a flea market.

"This won't work."

The pirate shook his head and said:

"Faced with such neatly piled things, it won't respond to the call. This is not a garbage dump at all, it has to be like this!"

After saying that, he kicked him.

He made a mess of the shabby items piled neatly in front of him, and then he rummaged through them with his feet. After making a mess, he nodded with satisfaction.

Then he took out an old wooden statue from his arms, touched it in his hand, placed it in front of the garbage pile, coughed a few times, and said to the four elves around him:

"Come, come here and recite it with me. Don't read it wrong when I say it to you. Why are you so far away? Come behind me. The men are on the left and the women are on the right."

After speaking, Black cleared his throat and recited the chanting prayer to summon Old Garni in Salas language, and the four elves behind him followed him.

The voice gets quieter and quieter.

Because everyone felt that this prayer was not very serious, and the scene in front of them was more like a cult scene.

Of course, if you consider that what is in front of you is a garbage dump instead of an altar decorated with sheep bones and blood, it makes the scene more like a group of lunatics, or drunkards performing "performance art" after drinking too much.

Blake also ignored these ignorant elves.

After he finished reciting the prayer, he looked ahead. Old Garni was still hesitant to come over, but the magical ritual had been completed, and shadowy fog appeared on the garbage pile.

"Come out quickly, it's not like you're a big girl who's too shy to show up!"

The pirate got impatient and put his hands on his hips and shouted into the surging fog in front of him. The next moment, Old Garni's shrill voice sounded from the other side of the fog.

It poked its head out of the fog and looked around, then shook it like a rattle and said:

"What the hell is that place of yours? I'm not going there! It smells terrible over there. I'll be caught if I go there."

"No, trust me."

Blake waved his hand and explained:

"Elisande will only be temporarily strengthened to a demigod when she controls the Night Well. Normally she is just a high-level legendary caster, one level lower than you in life form.

As long as you be careful and don't go to the Night Fortress, she won't be able to catch you.

As for Etaeus's astrology, it is indeed a bit troublesome, but I think as a Loa who is good at hiding, you can't even deal with this, right?

This is an elf city that has not been cleaned for ten thousand years. Think about it, how much weird garbage, ahem, I mean shiny, has been accumulated in these ten thousand years?

This is a treasure you can't find anywhere else in Azeroth.

Come quickly.

I have something serious to talk to you about.

There are many, many humble people here who need your care and guidance. If you don't help them, no one in this world can help them. "

"Yeah?"

Old Garni was doubtful and carefully let a Loa clone come over.

The moment Loa, the slender-jawed dragon with gorgeous fur, appeared on the garbage pile, the four Nightborne behind Blake were shocked.

It’s not that I haven’t seen this scene before.

The Children of the Night were good at magic ten thousand years ago and had never seen any weird scenes. What really shocked them was that they actually used a bunch of garbage to summon something that looked incredible!

When Old Garni came over and saw four black-skinned elves standing behind Blake, he immediately became unhappy.

A trace of disdain and contempt flashed in those big, cunning and unbeatable eyes.

It said in a greasy tone:

"Ha, they are a variant of the noble upper elves. We haven't seen each other for ten thousand years. Why are they living in such a miserable state? Look at your city."

Old Garni sniffed, opened his mouth full of small rasp teeth, and said in a long voice:

"The exterior is still painted with luxury, but the interior is already decayed. Standing here, old Ghani can smell the terrible depravity in this city without even looking at it with his eyes.

Countless people are wailing in the mire. They have no place to stand, and their depraved souls long for comfort. They are even ten thousand times more pitiful than the most miserable beggar in Dazar'alor.

The people who stepped on them drank happily day and night, trying hard to maintain the splendor of ten thousand years ago.

It’s not that they don’t know the situation is bad, they just don’t bother to look.

Gee, what a wonderful scene of doomsday.

Pooh!

It makes me feel sick! nausea! "

It spoke with disdain, stretched out its three paws, and made a human little thumb gesture to express contempt. It must have learned it from the Twilight Forest.

"How's it going? I said you'd like it here, right?"

Blake whistled and said to old Garni:

"These four people in front of you are now serving me. They want to help the humble people in the city, but they don't know how to do it. The efforts they put in are just a drop in the bucket compared to the current situation of the city.

I need you to teach them the survival skills of the humble. I need you to guide them to rely on their own strength to protect themselves, just like you did in Duskwood.

This is not difficult for you, right? "

"Not difficult? Quack quack"

Old Garni let out an ugly laugh.

It used its tail dotted with bone pendants to slap the pirate who was speechless, and said in a loud voice:

"The difficulty of educating people here is a thousand times more difficult than the Twilight Forest. On a normal day, I would stay as far away from a place like this as possible.

But you are my friend, and you can always find some surprises for me, so I still have to help you with this little favor.

Hey, I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but after meeting you this time, I suddenly feel that you are much more pleasing to the eye. The smell of 'rich people' in you has suddenly faded a lot.

Have you lost money recently? "

"Don't mention this. I have a psychological shadow. Maybe I have contracted some damn mental illness. This will make me uncomfortable."

Blake sighed, waved his hand and said:

"Anyway, as long as you are willing to help."

"Hey, wait a minute, this favor is not for nothing, my great scavenger Blake."

Old Garni stretched out his paws and put them on Black's shoulders. Like the two brothers, he stretched his slender neck out from the other side of the pirate's head.

It lowered its voice and said:

"You also have to do me a favor, a very troublesome favor. I can't handle it anymore in the Twilight Forest. There is a conflict between the refugees and the Holy Light Priests.

Even the Redridge Mountains were affected.

Use your invincible evil wisdom to help me solve this problem!

immediately! immediately! "