Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"I have to go out to work tonight and I need to eat well. Moros, can you make me a local speciality? And find me a bottle of Mildenhall Farm's secret mead.

This is a delicacy known only to locals.

The Mildenhall family over there has been beekeepers for generations and is the best beekeeper family in Kul Tiras and even the entire world. Despite their low profile, they have sent a batch of mead to the palace every year in the past few years.

That is the favorite of House Proudmoore.

Unfortunately, I heard that this generation of the Mildenhall family has begun to fail. There is something wrong with their bees, and the mead they brew is no longer as mellow as it used to be.

There's no way the Mildenhall family's secret beekeeping recipe is the problem.

It was definitely the darkness surrounding the land that affected the poor family's business. "

In the temporary base camp of the Uncrowned One, Blake was ordering his lunch to his butler and chattering about local stories.

The undead butler listened to his master's instructions with a terrifying smile. He put a towel on his wrist and poured a glass of sailor stout for his greedy master to moisten his throat before turning around and leaving to prepare lunch.

After Moros left, Black lay on the chair, took a sip of wine, and continued to tell the story of the Mildenhall family to the two brothers leaning on the desk and standing by the window.

It's like telling a bad country legend.

“When I left Kul Tiras, I heard that there was a problem with the honey stored in the Mildenhall Honey Farm, and that the expensive and nutritious liquid was showing signs of elementalization.

Can you believe it?

A dollop of elemental honey, man, the world is getting crazy, right? "

Blake laughed and drank half of the beer in his hand, opened the bottle and said:

"I'm sure that the nutritional value of those honey elements is absolutely comparable to dragon eggs. If you two are preparing supplies for the next war, why don't you go to the farm I mentioned?

Bring me some fragrant honey. Not only can I eat it, but I can also feed it to my greedy bear. Speaking of which, Nathanos, you've met Rexxar, right?

How are his bears, pigs and falcons? "

"Very good."

Maris stood by the window and looked at the bustling town outside the window. He said without looking back:

"It's not just Misha, Hofer and Spire. When I was training at the sharpshooter camp, I saw that Lexa also brought a male lion that he caught from nowhere. He affectionately called it 'Samba' Si'.

The guy is a man of few words.

I briefly suspected he couldn't speak, but I peeked to see if he could talk to his beast.

Hell, I even saw him talking to Desolation when I woke up one morning.

Can you believe it?

The Royal Hound of Gilneas, which has only one master in its life and is extremely loyal, actually jumped up and down in front of a green-skinned orc.

I definitely read that right.

Desolation is definitely 'chatting' with that Lexa!

I can't imagine what a dog and a greenskin would have to talk about? "

"Well, maybe that brat in Desolation who can't control his mouth is telling Rexxa gossip stories about you and Ms. Sylvanas."

Blake frowned in a serious manner, said something that made Marris glare, and then grinned with Shore.

But after laughing, he waved his hands and said:

“That guy is a little weird, but he is definitely capable.

You should put aside your hatred of the orcs in your heart, learn from him humbly, and finally use the hunting skills you learned from him to sneak into his house one night and strangle him to death. "

"Well, that's a very good suggestion."

Nathanos turned his head and replied, and he said firmly:

"I decided to learn from you first, Black, my brother. When I learn your skills, I will suffocate you with a pillow and cut out your tongue before killing you.

I swear. "

“Wait a moment and don’t argue, gentlemen.

Let me ask, when you say Lexa, do you mean Lexa Rema? That orc hunter who is called the ‘Wanderer’ and wanders around the entire eastern continent? "

Xiao shook the wine glass in his hand and asked.

This guy holding the wine glass was just for show. He was a very old-school assassin who never drank before taking action. Both Nathanos and Black knew this.

"Is there another Lexa in this world that the two of us can discuss so seriously?"

Blake snorted and said:

"What? Your MI7 department also knows about that low-key guy?"

"MI7 is not interested in a pacifist orc who has great power but pursues inner peace, but my King is very interested in him."

Xiao looked at the wine swaying in his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly:

"In the city of Lordaeron, it was thanks to him that Marshal Lothar was able to be safely delivered to the palace. My king told me privately that if Rexxar hadn't intervened that day, he and Marshal Lothar would probably have died in Karga. In S. Blade Boxer.

That orc is a mystery.

Not only is his origin a mystery, but his formal style and philosophy of conduct are also a mystery. "

Having said this, Shore glanced at Blake who was drinking and said:

"Is Blade Fist at your place now?"

"No, the drifting Kargath Bladefist is dead. He was killed by me myself."

Blake said nonchalantly:

"All I have there is a stupid gladiator who calls himself 'Champion' and has an entire arena of treasures that he's willing to give up to anyone who can defeat him in the arena.

He was more than willing to serve as my personal executioner.

And there is only one sentence he can make, and that is punishment by gladiatorial combat!

He had to fight thirty men every day, regardless of race or age. Only by satisfying his inner desire to fight could he calm down.

He is a beast!

Especially when he was showing off his power in the arena, ten dwarves were no match for him.

My sea giant's nose was broken by him, and I had to get him a batch of vrykul prisoners from Northrend to stabilize him.

However, the consumption of prisoners of war is still a bit fast.

Alas, it is really sad. "

The smelly pirate burped.

After taking a look at the lunch that Moros pushed into the room, he smelled the aroma of the food, immediately rubbed his hands, quickly tied a napkin around his neck, and picked up the knife and fork.

"Looking" at Shaw and Nathanos, he said:

"Would you like to eat something together? We still have work to do tonight. Seriously, how about you go to Mildenhall Farm in the afternoon and get us some elemental honey?

That thing is also a very good material for quenching poison.

I know a recipe that can be used to configure toxins that have extra damage to void creatures. Considering our upcoming mission, it should be very useful.

I can share it with you for free. "

"You don't want us to go with you to the Tide Sage's stronghold?"

Shore put down his glass and said:

"Do you have so little confidence in us?"

"No, no, no, I have full confidence in you two."

Blake cut the beef on the plate, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and said expressionlessly:

"I just don't want to have to spend all my time explaining to a powerful old woman and a cold-faced female evil star why their grandson and rumored boyfriend died inexplicably in the remote countryside of Kul Tiras.

I also don’t want to pay two extra pensions.

Okay, just kidding.

Of course we can go together, bad men also need ugly partners.

But agree in advance that you are just standing guard outside and are not allowed to cross the wall of the Sage's Fortress. I'm not kidding you this time

I suspect there are things like you in that fortress that even I can't deal with.

This is a reconnaissance operation, not an assassination or sabotage.

Waiting in the dark, ready to pick me up at any time, okay? "

Shore and Nathanos looked at each other.

Ever since the three of them met, they had rarely seen Blake look so serious. After a few seconds, the two of them nodded, sat down at the table and shared a sumptuous meal with the stinky pirate.

Moros was an excellent butler and prepared all the dishes in triplicate.

After eating, the three of them took the hippogryph and the gryphon and headed towards the mountainous area northeast of Brennadan City in the evening. When the night was completely dark, they arrived outside the Sage's Fortress. In the valley forest.

This fortress was built on a mountain col, just across the sea from the Temple of Storms on the island across the strait.

Compared to the Temple of Storms, which is dedicated to rituals, doctrines, and research on the power of ocean tides, the Fortress of the Sages is where the Sea Sages of the Church of Storms live their daily lives.

The water system here is also very developed. There is a river connected to the bay. There are boats docked at the pier as a means of daily transportation for the sea sages.

In the mountain forest under the dark night, Blake looked towards the fortress. He could see that the valley was brightly lit, as if some large ceremony was being held all night long.

"There is indeed something ominous in the dark night ahead cutting off the shadows."

The pirate stretched out his hand, sensed the night in front of him for a few seconds, turned around and said to Shore and Nathanos:

"There is nothing wrong with Shaw's perception. Ordinary assassins who dare to sneak here will immediately fall under the gaze of dark things. Your caution is correct."

"how about you?"

Shore asked.

Blake pointed to the dim moonlight in the sky, pushed up the eye mask again, and said:

"I don't need to sneak, my poor brother, under the protection of the moonlight, I just need to 'walk' over."

After saying that, he grinned and jumped towards the valley cliff in front of him. His figure was shrouded in the moonlight for a moment, and then disappeared as if "melting" in the light.

"I had doubts before."

After watching Black disappear, Nathanos held his bow and said to Shore beside him:

"But now I am basically certain that Blake is a Watcher, and his shadow-escape posture under the moonlight is exactly the same as the posture of the Watcher veterans I observed along the way.

It was really strange. He didn't know where he got this strange inheritance. I heard that no man has been allowed to join the Watchers organization since its inception until now.

Blake was probably the first, and most likely the only, male Watcher.

Don’t you think about begging him to take you into this mysterious organization? "

Upon hearing this, Shore shrugged and said:

"That's not suitable for me. If my grandma knew that I gave up her path as a shadow warrior, she would definitely poison me and kill me. As for the inheritance of the Black Moon, it is indeed tempting, but I don't think it is the only path to the shadow warrior. The path of the Highest Shadow.

There is no strong or weak path to power, every path can lead to the end.

If I don't get to the end, it's not the road's fault.

It's my problem. "

On the other side, Blake was moving very fast under the moonlight. When he was walking in Shadow Escape, he did not forget to turn the void power left by Xal'atath into a "cloak" and put it on himself.

While blocking the breath, he disguises his existence as something crawling in the void.

The moment he crossed the wall of the Sage's Fortress, he immediately felt a gaze coming from the depths of the shadows, like a ray of light sweeping across his consciousness at the spiritual level.

The translucent character card in front of you immediately gave a reminder:

You are watched by the thing from the abyss.

You are subject to the [Mental Stimulation] effect, your mental toughness is weakened, your connection with the shadow is also weakened, and every move you make will anger the opponent.

Your void disguise takes effect.

The other person looked away.

[Mental Stimulation] effect removed.

This record made the pirate frown.

He jumped up to the edge of the city wall nimbly, without disturbing anyone, and without moving towards the ceremonial venue inside the fortress, he looked out from the highest point of the city wall.

Soon, Blake's "Endless Hunting" passive sense detected a strange creature in a position on the flank of the fortress.

Its appearance is very similar to the purified weak monster under Tirisfal Glades, with an octopus face, a lobster claw, and two thick legs of twisted flesh.

But its skin is not dark black or dark green, but a very peculiar purple-gray color. Even outside the thick carapace are disgusting pink spots and blue crystallized scars.

That's a strange Krasis!

Compared with the ordinary Krasis, this guy has a horny flesh and blood shell that is a mixture of starfish and hermit crab on top of his head, making it look more like a creature that exists in the deep sea.

But it is not in the material world.

Its figure is illusory, as if it is sandwiched between two planes and is entering the material world from another world.

The pirate threw a scout at the thing from a distance.

The next moment, the feedback information made Blake blink:

Name: "War Messenger" Yenakiz

Race: Incomplete Krasis [Abyssal Abnormality]

state:

Abyssal Projection: Being summoned from Ny'alotha, the Sleeping City, into the material world.

Estimated time to complete the ceremony: three days.

Notice!

The strength of the summoned object entering the material world will depend on the strength and quantity of the abyss ritual sacrifices. The upper limit is [Demigod] and the lower limit is [Legendary]

"Wait a minute, is this the 'gift' you Hai Xian wants to give to Dai Lin? It doesn't look very friendly."

Blake, who was squatting above him as nimbly as a spider, complained:

"Based on what I know about Dai Lin, I don't think he would like such a 'pet'. To please him, you might as well kidnap a few elves and stuff them into his bed."

"Quack!"

Just when the pirate was about to observe for a while, the little fishman's head suddenly popped out from the chest of his clothes. The sleepy guy rubbed his eyes but continued to move his nostrils.

It seemed to smell some strange smell, and it waved its hands like a sleepwalker, making random gestures in the direction of the inside of the fortress.

What it means is, there's a baby out there! A real big baby! It is a unique secret treasure that allows you to smell its fragrance even in your sleep. You must not miss it.

"Ha, the real gift is actually there, right? It must be something related to the power of the sea. Let me, the 'Riptide Baron', help him control his eyes."

Blake grinned.

He glanced at Krasis, who was in the gap between the planes, and then jumped off the city wall as nimbly as Spider-Man, and moved towards the inside of the fortress.

He will succeed Dai Lin's throne in the future.

Any gift given to Dai Lin will fall into his hands in the future. Instead of wasting time changing hands, it is better to give it to him directly now.

He wanted to see what these tide sages were planning in setting up such a big battle.