Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 522 75. You betrayed the way of a warrior, you are despicable! 【310】

In Turalyon's room, after hearing Black's words, the great knight immediately replied with a serious expression:

"For such a major operation, we will not listen to one word, nor will we arrange spies at the risk of offending our allies. I also cannot tell your Majesty a piece of groundless news.

I need more evidence. "

"Evidence? There is plenty of that stuff! But you need to find it yourself. I can introduce you to some of my peers. They have broad connections and reasonable charges. It is said that they can also bargain.

It's really a very conscientious service. "

The stinky pirate curled his lips and said:

"Being able to tell you the top-secret information that I risked my life to get close to Kael'thas Sunstrider is all the contribution I can make to the Holy Light as a humble person.

As for whether you believe it or not, it's up to you.

And you don't need to make a decision on this matter. I know that you have a good impression of Quel'Thalas because of a certain person, the great knight who is in deep emotional trouble.

But touch your conscience, the Holy Light is looking at you.

Please send the message, and the Pope will have his own thoughts. In addition, I have some news that is very relevant to you, so I will give it to you for free.

Don't stop in Dalaran these days, there are some very scary people who might give you trouble. "

"Let them come."

Turalyon thought Black was talking about the villains who had evil intentions towards Marshal Lothar. He leaned on the Great Royal Sword and said in a deep voice:

"In the name of justice, I will never take a step back from evil."

"No, no, my innocent General Turalyon."

Black glanced at the great knight and the sword in his hand, he shook his head and said:

"If this matter can be solved with a sword, it will be too easy. Anyway, I have warned you for the sake of us all serving the Holy Light. If you really suffer a loss, you will have to swallow the bitter pill yourself."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand towards the Grand Knight, who glanced at the strange commission in his hand, returned it and the Holy Emblem to Black, and watched the pirates leave.

The great knight resisted his desire to ask more questions.

As an "insider", Turalyon actually believed most of the pirates when they told him that he had contact with the Grand Knight of Dathrohan. Because in recent times, the whereabouts of the Great Knight of Dathrohan have indeed been mysterious.

And as far as Turalyon knew, the holy relic Silver Hand enshrined in the Holy Light's Hope Chapel was also "sealed" at the same time, and it was said that it was to be maintained and repaired.

Also during the decisive battle in the Burning Plains, the Emperor's Sword in the hands of Marshal Lothar was personally escorted by the Great Knight of Dathrohan. So far, the details about how the sword was found are still the top secrets of the Holy Light Church.

The combination of these two things proves that the Pope does have a secret force in his hands and is carrying out secret missions that none of the great knights know about.

The guy in front of him who calls himself "Temple Assassin" should also be a member of that secret force.

At this moment, young Turalyon suddenly felt an inexplicable urgency and fear. He suddenly discovered that he did not seem to understand the church that he regarded as the home of his faith as deeply as he thought.

But maybe.

Turalyon hugged the scroll in his hand.

He thought that what happened tonight was a "key" for him to understand the church's highest secret.

He didn't have any bad intentions, nor was he dissatisfied with His Majesty's secrecy. As a high-ranking priest who was once famous in the northern frontier, Turalyon understood the fragility of mortal faith.

Many things cannot be made public.

Thinking of this, the Grand Knight immediately wrote a letter about the conversation he had just had with Black, carefully applied the mark of Holy Light, and summoned his attendant, asking him to take the letter and immediately go to Stan through the portal in Dalaran. Som.

Then the great knight fell asleep.

Marshal Lothar will arrive in Dalaran tomorrow, and he still has a lot to do. But in the dream, he saw the lover he missed again.

I wonder how Alleria is doing in Quel'Thalas now?

I've been away for a long time, and I haven't written a letter yet.

Could it be that Sister Windrunner has changed her mind?

I hope not to be so, may the Holy Light bless you.

At noon the next day, the pirates were looking through the magic books collected by the old lich in the castle of Tirisfal Council. They saw Little Star taking Jaina and Ellie, wearing beautiful clothes, to leave the castle excitedly.

As Princess Blue Dragon walked, she greeted her senior and said:

"Hey, Captain, your great human hero, Marshal Lothar, is about to enter the city. Many people have gone to greet him, including the dean and Faroldis.

Aren't you going to join in the fun? "

"What's so good about a bald, bad old man?"

Blake was immersed in the ocean of knowledge and said without looking back:

"Can he be more interesting than the knowledge in the book I hold, 'Theoretical Research and Practical Application of Magic Mirror'? This book is a thesis written by Alodi before he became a guardian.

You won't find it anywhere else except the Council of Tirisfal. "

"Hey, just pretend."

Little Xingxing made a face to the captain and said:

"Don't think I don't know you're upset right now. The dean doesn't allow you to spend money to bail out your bastard warlocks who are imprisoned in the Violet Prison.

Hehe, they are in trouble now. "

"Hey, silly little star, do you think this is a bad thing?"

The pirate didn't even bother to explain.

He waved his hands to the three girls as if they were chasing away insects and said:

"Go waste your life, go join in the fun, do whatever you like, but don't bother me studying."

"It's boring."

Little Xingxing rolled her eyes, took her two "new best friends" with her left and right hands, and left the castle talking and laughing.

Khadgar even went out early in the morning.

He and Marshal Lothar are also old acquaintances and must go to greet him.

Windrunner's mother, who had just had her body checked last night, had gone somewhere now. Perhaps she was taking her little son to Silver Pine Forest for ranger training.

There is no doubt that her safety is nothing that Blake needs to worry about.

After Little Star and his gang left, the pirate looked around and then casually threw aside the magic book in his hand that he claimed was "very interesting."

He stretched out greatly and flopped down on the sofa in front of him.

Just as he was about to take out his dwarf pipe and relax, he saw the old lich with a cold face, as if the whole world owed him money, returned to the castle with the staff of Atiesh.

"How about it?"

Blake asked:

"What will the green dragons say after the Dragon Language Crystal is returned?"

"They promised not to bother me, and they promised to share news of the evils of dreams with us."

Merry Dongfeng was covered in chill and said in an indifferent tone:

"The Awakened has appointed a Dreamwalker to join the Council of Tirisfal. This represents the sincerity of the Emerald Legion. The green dragon may come to Dalaran in a few days.

She will assist us in tracing the whereabouts of the evil god Hakkar.

In addition, the green dragon told me some news about Hakkar. I may go to the Hinterlands in a while. It is said that the troll clan there secretly protects the only egg of Hakkar in the material world. "

"Yes! That is a very important thing, you must get it."

Black blinked and said to the old lich:

"But don't destroy it blindly. Keeping it may still be useful. Also, you promised me to take Jaina with you. This child urgently needs to gain some experience now."

"Um."

The old lich nodded, he was silent for a few seconds, and then said:

"Why don't you go to meet Lothar? Are you afraid of being discovered by Dai Lin?"

"Am I afraid of him? Are you kidding me?"

The pirate curled his lips and said:

"I'm just too lazy to join in the fun, and I'm planning my next attack. Come on, let me open your eyes to the good stuff I got last night."

As if offering a treasure, he took out an elf-style one-handed sword from his bag, with beautiful purple magic patterns on it, and a round hole decoration in the center of the sword body and sword grid.

As soon as this thing is taken out, the brilliance of magic shines.

The character card immediately gave the entry:

warp cutter

Legendary quality [Sunwell magic power enhancement]

Extraordinary endurance. Extraordinary sharpness. Extraordinary demon-breaking. Extraordinary fatal blow. Extraordinary heavy blow.

Item effects:

1. Transition:

The magic power of the Sunwell flows on this sharp blade. When it hits an enemy, the user's movement speed will be temporarily enhanced by 50%.

2. Cutting:

Quel'dorei's secret magic has strengthened this blade. When it hits an enemy, the user's attack speed will be temporarily strengthened by 20%.

Item Description:

It is said that when this elven sword, a symbol of deadly swiftness, first appeared on the battlefield, the assassin wielding it defeated an entire army of Amani troll berserkers in five minutes.

It's a blade built for speed!

"Hmm, an exquisite piece of art of killing."

The old lich held this swift and light elf war sword in his hand, carefully observed the magic lines on it, and then waved the blade in a decent manner. He said:

"I seem to have seen it on the ancient battlefield. How did you get it from Quel'dorei? Such a weapon is considered a national treasure even for Quel'Thalas."

"Ha, I'm much better than you think."

The pirate proudly took out the long bow of the spirit string again and placed it on the table in front of him with a bang. He smoked his pipe and said:

"I got this in exchange for priceless knowledge. If my mentor, who values ​​knowledge, finds out, she will definitely beat me up, so do me a favor and don't reveal it.

I'm going to ask my mentor to enchant my blade tonight, and then use it to chop off a few heads for fun.

Besides, I never asked you.

Lothar's arrival in Dalaran means that the situation in Northern Xinjiang has entered the next stage. If something big happens, do you want to get involved? "

"What do you think?"

The old lich handed the warp cutter back to Black, and he said:

“After you led me to realize the terrifying darkness that existed in this world, I have been looking for ways to resist the darkness, and I established a new mission for the Council of Tirisfal.

In order to protect the human civilization we came from, I will do whatever it takes!

The existence of Lothar represents the possibility of a civilization becoming stronger. He can die of old age, but he cannot die in a despicable assassination, which will make the entire human country face greater divisions.

The people's will and courage inspired by the victory of the Orc War will also suffer terrible losses, which will bring opportunities to the lurking darkness! "

"Very well, I was just waiting for your words."

The pirate snapped his fingers and said to the old lich:

"To be honest, I have a trump card in my hand that can save Lothar's life in any extreme situation, but I need your help, or in other words, I need help from Dalaran.

I need something in this city. "

He approached the old lich and whispered something in his ear.

Even old Meili, who had seen strong winds and waves, tightened his grip on the staff at this moment. He looked at Blake with a complicated expression and said softly:

"If I hadn't known what you were doing, but based on your request, I would have had enough reason to suspect that you were here to destroy Dalaran."

"I don't have such bad thoughts, and I don't want that thing now."

The pirate waved his hand and said casually:

"But I want you to promise that when we need to play our cards, you must bring that thing to me! Otherwise I will leave it alone.

I have already saved Lothar once.

I don't owe him or you anything. On the contrary, you owe me a big favor.

The pleasant conversation ends here.

I'm going to the city now for a meal and catching up with old acquaintances. Don't wait for me to come back tonight. I will most likely spend the night outside. Hey~ why are you showing such an expression?

I am not the young man in this castle who is controlled by you and needs more care from you.

Don't worry, I will protect myself outside and won't be bullied. "

The pirate waved his hand and disappeared in front of the old lich.

At the same time, outside Dalaran.

The carriage in which Marshal Lothar was riding had been surrounded by envoys from various human countries. Countless big shots were reminiscing with Marshal Lothar, who was wearing ceremonial armor.

They even need to line up.

no way.

Too many people.

At this welcoming scene, there are no less than twenty legendary powerhouses alone, and no one is worried about an assassination. Who would be so mad that they would launch a suicide attack under such circumstances?

Besides, Dalaran was "cleaned" just last night.

Lothar was well aware of the lengths the city had gone to to welcome and protect him. The subtle but real smell of blood that he smelled when he entered the city also moved the old marshal a little more.

The Magic City is a free city-state.

The mages have not allowed such a massacre to occur in their city for many years. It seems that Dalaran and the Kirin Tor are firmly on Lothar's side in the coming storm in northern Xinjiang.

They said that the city welcomed Lothar's arrival, and they were definitely not empty words.

But Lothar was very moved, but King Varian Wrynn who accompanied him was very unmoved and did not dare to move.

"Hey, I heard that you were a very talented warrior before?"

Among the crowd, Varian, who was wearing the king's robes, and little Arthas beside him, were stopped by a female elf wearing the robes of Quel'Thalas.

The latter clenched his fists and looked at Varian with a provocative light.

A certain idiot warrior wearing the "Hero of the Alliance" badge on his chest will say bitterly:

"Why should you give up the way of a warrior and turn to the embrace of the Holy Light? Someone I trust very much told me that the Holy Light is a cancer! He said that you could have become the God of Warriors, but you fell down!

I actually don't care if you are a paladin or a warrior, but I am not convinced by his evaluation of you, the god of warriors? just you? ridiculous.

Come on, Varian, let's compete! "

"Who are you? Varian is the king, why does he want to fight you?"

Little Arthas next to Varian shouted:

"Where are the guards? Where are the guards?"

But there were no guards around to step forward.

The dutiful Shaw whispered into the confused Varian's ear and introduced him to the identity of the woman in front of him. The young and steady king nodded.

He held the hilt of the ceremonial sword at his waist and said to the idiot warrior:

"You and General Nathanos fought for the Alliance in the Burning Steppes, and you participated in the hunt for Kilrogg Deadeye. My country owes you a debt, Lady Finna.

If a friendly private joust changes your mind about me, I'd be happy to take part.

But please give me some time to finish the work at hand. "

"good!"

Fenna moved her fingers and said excitedly:

"In two hours, I'll be waiting for you in the Dalaran Sewer Arena! You can choose whatever weapons you want, or you can bring helpers. I will prove to you that you made a wrong and stupid choice.

Your holy light is nothing compared to the warrior's wrath. "