Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 529 82. I came to save you because of my past friendship. Don’t be ignorant of good and evil [1010]

Taresha is good at needlework.

She quickly used the sewing kit provided by Blake and several different colors of rune threads in the room to transform the luxurious "sexy maid outfit" into a very orthodox maid service.

It is in black and white tones, with three beautiful lace edges on the waist and skirt corners, and can be tied into a big bow at the back of the waist.

It seemed that this was not the first time that the dirty stroller driver had played this trick. Not only did he ask his subordinates to send him clothes, but he also had all the "accessories" well prepared.

The pendant on the head, the embellishments on the clothes, even the white stockings and black glass shoes.

Blake had to sigh with emotion, no matter which world he is in, no matter what his status, no matter his age, men are really ingenious and spare no effort when it comes to GHS.

The price of this set of things bought at Stratholme Market was worth a thousand gold coins.

"Damn it! It's quite fun and has a sense of ritual."

The pirate complained in a low voice:

"How about using this sense of ritual in the right place? As long as you put one-tenth of your energy into your main business, you won't be so stupid that you come to work for the black dragon."

"Mr. Black"

"Call me captain, my chief cleaning maid. Ah, it seems that I need to let Moros train you well and let you learn the rules of the ship."

"Uh, okay, Captain. The clothes have been changed."

Taresha stood up and took the altered clothes in her hands.

Those obscene places have been stitched up by the ingenious Taresha.

The stitching is used very well. Not only does it not destroy the weird beauty of the dress itself, it also uses lines of different colors to outline some patterns, making it look better.

"Put it on once you've changed it!"

Blake scolded:

"You held it up for me, do you intend for me to wear it?"

The pirate pointed to a pile of decorations on the table next to him and said:

"Put on those things too. I'm going to discuss your 'career plan' with Blackmore. This is a major event in your life, so you must dress up for it!"

"Ah this."

Taresha glanced at the things on the table next to her, especially the white stockings and glass shoes. She lowered her head and said in a resistive tone:

"Can you not wear it?"

"What are you afraid of?"

The pirate stood up and said:

"The clothes you changed yourself, you know it no longer represents those dirty and obscene things, it is a set of normal work clothes, representing your future career.

You have to love what you do, do you understand?

When doing a career you like, you must also pay attention to your manners. This is a basic quality for a social person.

You change clothes, I'll go out and wait for you. "

"There are bad people out there!"

Taresha whispered.

"Bad person? Worse than me?"

The pirates scoffed.

He straightened his cloak, opened the door and walked out, leaving Taresha alone in the room, hesitating. In fact, she didn't hesitate for long. She is a smart girl after all.

She knew what Mr. Black meant.

Putting on this outfit, she will be "the captain's person" from now on.

Just like the civilians in the castle can become soldiers under General Blackmoore and enjoy the protection of the army as long as they put on armor. This set of clothes represents a future that can be chosen!

Are you going to stay here and be given as a gift to a bad old man? Or leave with Mr. Black?

Do you need to spend time thinking about this?

It’s not necessary at all!

Soon, Taresha changed her clothes. The commoner girl took a moment to put on the complicated stockings, but she ran into trouble when she put on the crystal high heels.

It was difficult to walk in such shoes that civilians would never wear, and she almost fell down.

Fortunately, she learns things quickly.

According to the walking manners of the aristocratic ladies she had seen in her memory, it took her a few minutes to master this strange sense of balance.

After taking a deep breath, Taresha wrapped up her old clothes and carried them behind her back. She quietly opened the door and took a look outside.

She saw a circle of assassins in black kneeling in front of Mr. Black.

Those damn bad guys!

They were now meeting the leader and master of their own faction, kneeling in front of Black sincerely and in awe. The leading high-level assassin even kissed the blue seal on Black's finger.

The pirate asked:

"When will Macros the Cutter return to Durnholde Castle?"

The high-level assassin half-kneeling in front of him said in a mute voice:

"He will be back at midnight tonight or early tomorrow morning, Master."

"What did he do?"

Blake asked again.

The high-level assassin seemed a little resistant, as if he was struggling mentally. After hesitating for a second, he said intermittently:

"The Cutter selected a group of elites from the faction and went to Ravenholdt Manor to receive reinforcements. He claimed that it was a blessing from the master.

We are too weak and are left here as representatives in contact with General Blackmoore.

He promises us that we too will receive powerful blessings. "

"In other words, there is at least one black dragon in Ravenholdt Manor?"

Blake nodded.

The Eye of Kilrogg on his shoulder turned once, turned around and glanced at Taresha, frowned and said:

"Well, I feel like something is missing. Well, by the way, how can the cleaning maid not have cleaning tools? Take this."

The pirate took out a black broom from his bag and threw it to Taresha. The latter found it to be very heavy when she took it in her hand, and the broom seemed to have its own consciousness, jumping around in her hand.

"Don't be afraid, this is a magic broom."

Blake ignored the seven or eight assassins in black who were half-kneeling in the corridor. He led Taresha, who looked frightened, to a higher place in the castle. As he walked, he explained:

"Enchanted items can be found everywhere in Dalaran and Quel'Thalas. They can complete the cleaning steps themselves according to the user's commands.

Ordinary people can use it, but you probably have to learn how to use it.

The one I gave you is the best one, with combat enchantment, and can be used to crack the heads of burglars and robbers, but this one is much harder to manipulate.

Moros will teach you. "

As he spoke, the pirate gently snapped his fingers as he turned around the corridor stairs.

The "Psychic Plague" in the minds of the seven or eight black-clad assassins kneeling there in the rear corridor was activated, and each of them was given a "Group Psychic Explosion".

The low-level assassin only felt a loud bang in his heart and fell to the ground bleeding from his orifices.

The high-level assassin could still struggle for a while, but within a few steps of climbing out, he was killed on the spot by the constant invasion of the things he feared most in his heart.

"Nasrezim's psychic magic is really useful when it comes to torturing vegetables."

Blake praised.

"Hey, what's this?"

Xal'atas was very unconvinced and whispered in Black's ear:

"If you want to learn this, I can teach you. These fear demons are too good at playing with the mind. I can teach you to use their fear to summon shadow demons.

It only takes one to drag everyone in this castle into a nightmare and kill them all! "

"no."

The pirate replied lazily:

"I can't even finish learning the magic of the Warlock, and I don't have the energy or time to delve into the magic of the Shadow Priest. I didn't learn these magics.

I just ‘use it’.

Besides, if I want to kill everyone in this castle, do I need to use magic? Why waste time casting spells when you can kill a guy with just a moon blade? "

"Captain, who are you talking to?"

Taresha, who was following Blake closely and holding a big broom, asked cautiously. The pirate turned around and made a "silence" gesture to her.

Don't ask, that's not a good thing.

The two of them just walked up the stairs in the silent night and entered the upper level of the castle, where General Blackmoore and his elite guards lived.

As little Taresha watched in shock and fear, where the captain passed, the elite guards standing guard on both sides fell into a sudden slumber.

They even maintained their posture of standing guard, just standing there with their heads tilted and snoring deeply.

Nathrezim Mind Magic - Mass Sleep.

It was also the first time for a pirate to use the magic given to him by this "inner demon", and the effect was outstanding. Unfortunately, when facing a truly powerful person, the effect of sleeping magic would definitely be greatly reduced.

But at this time, it couldn't be better to use it to set off my own mystery and evil.

"Bang bang bang"

Under Taresha's uneasy gaze, Blake politely knocked on the door of His Excellency General Blackmore's room, and soon there were dissatisfied scolds and coquettish complaints from women.

The pirate waited patiently. After nearly a minute, Blackmore, who was wearing pajamas, grabbed a protective dagger and opened the door.

Then he froze there.

He looked at the pirate and the maid Taresha holding a broom behind the pirate, and then saw the elite guards sleeping in the corridor behind the pirate.

Finally, his eyes fell on Blake, and he saw the ominous white skull visor emblazoned on the front of the Shadow of Death helmet on Blake's face.

and the Seal of Master Ravenholdt on the finger of the pirate's left hand.

General Blackmore immediately realized that he might have gotten into some bad trouble.

"Won't you invite me to come in and sit down? Old friend, I said when I left last time that if I am still alive after the war, I will come back and buy you a drink."

The pirate whispered.

The voice was very familiar. General Blackmore took a few seconds to recall it, and then a relaxed smile appeared on his face. He threw aside the short knife in his hand, wore pajamas, opened his arms, and said to the pirate:

"It turns out it's Mr. Black who's here to visit. What an honor. Come in, um, little Taresha, come in too. You two, get dressed and go out!"

I need to talk to an old friend. "

Under the scolding of His Excellency the General, the two charming ladies in his room did not dare to refute.

They quickly put on their "thin" pajamas and left the room. Within a few steps, the two ladies also yawned loudly, and finally fell into a wonderful dream in the corridor while hugging each other.

This scene made the corners of Blackmore's eyes twitch, and also made him more wary of Black.

"I smell your fear and wariness, my friend General Blackmoore."

The pirate whispered:

"It doesn't have to be like this. You helped me when I was weak, and I am a person who repays kindness. I come here tonight without any ill intentions, I just want to discuss a few things with you.

I won't even take too much of your precious sleep time. "

When the general heard this, he immediately laughed boldly, acting exactly like he did when he first met Black, acting like a bold and generous veteran.

But he would be damned if he believed Black's words.

If it were really an old friend visiting, how could there be a situation like this?

There is also Taresha. Judging from the way she follows Blake, she has obviously become a servant of this "old friend". He had given her away as a gift before, and now Blake appeared in front of him with her.

This act itself already represents a lot of meaning.

At least Black was very dissatisfied with what happened to Taresha Foxton.

Damn it, how did a girl from a commoner background get involved with such a person? She could actually ask a master assassin to pick her up in person?

You silly kid, you should have told me earlier if you had such a background!

The general, who felt deeply unlucky, cursed in his heart.

There is such a "character" hidden in this small castle of his.

If he knew that Taresha was in contact with a master, Blackmoore would never treat her as a servant, let alone send her out casually.

It's even possible to adopt her as an adopted daughter or something.

But the matter has come to this, and there is no point in regretting.

Blackmore rolled his eyes, took out a bottle of old wine from his wine cabinet, took two wine glasses, and poured it for Black himself.

He picked up the wine glass and said with a sigh on his face:

"I haven't heard from you since the end of the war, Lord Black. There are rumors that you died on a voyage, and there are also malicious and crazy rumors that you became a pirate.

I don't believe this.

I've always felt that you could do something great, and it turns out that my old eyesight is not out of date yet. Look at you now, tsk tsk, such a young assassin master, it is really impressive.

I wanted to recruit you back then, hahaha. "

He laughed like a warrior, and the pirate was also very considerate. He picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Blackmoore, but instead of drinking, he said softly:

"Hold it, old friend.

Lothar has set up a dragnet. Your 'new friends' are just seeking their own death. There is no need to bet your bright future on them. "

Blackmore's expression immediately stiffened.

He put down the wine glass in his hand, thought for a few seconds, shook his head, quietly pointed to the top of his head, and said helplessly:

"This is not a choice I can make, Blake. I am just a pawn in this incident. If I don't do it, my end will not be good."

"I can understand that the adult world is so cruel."

The pirate laughed and said:

"For the sake of past friendship, I can help you alleviate your embarrassing situation. And the reward I ask for is Taresha Foxton's freedom, and the orc slaves in several large asylums under your jurisdiction."

The magic eye on his shoulder glanced at the general and said with emphasis:

"I mean 'all' the greenskins!

Every one of them was sent to Tol Barad to serve hard labor. I will handle the official transfer instructions. I will give you a suitable price for every ship of green skins sent over.

Um? Why do you look so ugly? my friend.

Are you feeling unwell? "