Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The old pope arrived at Brennadan City on time at noon the next day.

Although His Majesty Fa'ao has always wanted to maintain the simple style that he has adhered to for many years, his "strength" really does not allow him to be so low-key.

When we were in Drustvar, there were already many people who spontaneously followed Fao, but this time when we came to Stormsong Valley, the enthusiasm of the local Holy Light believers amazed the old pope.

The number of believers following his motorcade has reached nearly a thousand. There are also private soldiers of some small lords in front to clear the way for him. The knight Lord of the famous Norvington family on the other side of Tiragarde Strait personally leads the way. He leads the most elite cavalry in Kul Tiras and serves as the Pope's pawn.

This journey was so majestic, let alone covert operations, that the Pope would attract a group of believers to watch even when he was having a meal.

Frankly speaking, the old pope does not hate this kind of constant attention. It is not that he likes to live in the gaze of others, but that he truly feels the "gospel" of the Holy Light in Kul Tiras.

Even though the Church of Storms has been controlling the overall faith of this island country for many years, the Holy Light, which has taken root here more than two thousand years ago, has not given up to its people.

On the contrary, because of the all-round suppression by the Church of Storms, these dwindling believers have a common hatred and extreme unity that the followers of the Holy Light on the mainland do not have.

This time, the Holy Light Parade carried out by the old Pope throughout Kul Tiras made these people who adhere to their faith even more cheering.

Just like the Chinese New Year.

Although no one was presiding over it, the believers miraculously reached an agreement that they would use this Holy Light Parade to express their presence to the local Church of Storms.

Although there is not a complete parish, although it is suppressed and divided by the believers of the Church of Storms, and although it is about to be rejected as a heresy, the way of Holy Light has not died on this land!

This expression of tenacity and stubbornness touched the Pope deeply. What he saw and heard along the way also made the hesitation in his heart disappear, and he became more determined.

He is the secular leader of the Light.

He leads his people like a king based on faith. When the people have not given up and are still resisting, he cannot take the lead in retreat under any circumstances, let alone bow to the darkness that threatens the true faith.

"This is the will of the Holy Light. It allows me to see, it allows me to lead, and it gives me courage."

So after arriving at the temporary residence in Brennadan City, when he met Dathrohan, Black, and the Kaldorei representative Ms. Nassa and the archdruid Shaun Moonclaw, Alonsos Faol This was the first thing he said.

This basically declared the attitude of the old pope.

Let the war begin!

Or more informally, fuck the Church of the Storm!

"This is great, I thought I was going to have another long talk with you."

Blake smiled unabashedly.

Nasa next to her also let out a sigh of relief, and Archdruid Shaun Moon Claw nodded frequently.

The Kaldorei are very powerful, but after all, this is a human territory separated from the kingdom of the Moon God by an endless sea, and the glory of the Moon God is in decline here.

Without the big man from the Church of Holy Light to stand up to resist harm and draw hatred, even if their actions were successful, they would only be able to suppress the momentum of the Church of Storms, but would not be able to completely eradicate this cancer.

As we all know, the most dangerous thing is the reaction of a wounded beast.

"In that case, let's talk about specific actions."

Dathrohan made a "please" gesture, and a map was placed on the table of this temporary residence, which recorded all the efforts of the Uncrowned One during this period.

It uses various signs of different colors to paint the ground of Stormsong Valley colorfully.

Behind the old pope, the frowning Great Knight Uther was sitting there, flipping through the "Chronicles of the Church of Storms" compiled by Shore himself. Under this harmless name, what was hidden was MI7. The leader of the department, starting from his own professional field, elaborated on the dark nature of the Church of Storms.

This book has also been marked as top secret through Old Garni's "trash dump network" and returned to the Kingdom of Stormwind for King Varian Wrynn to read.

Because the Kingdom of Stormwind invited the Kul Tirans to help build its navy, there is currently a small group of sea sages operating in Stormwind City.

While Shore and his friends are declaring war on the Church of Storms in Stormsong Valley, Stormwind City must also act at the same time to root out Heixian's cancer before it takes root in the eastern continent.

“This circle, from the Temple of Storms to the coast of the Tide Holy Land, is divided by the Strait of Mariner’s Shore, and all the islands on the entire sea are the core area of ​​the Church of Storms.

I cannot stress enough how dangerous this place is. "

Black drew a circle on the map in front of him with his hand and said to everyone around him:

"The evil master of the Sea Sages has focused his sights here, and any outsider who enters will be 'seen' by it. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for us to launch any type of infiltration or raid in this place.

As soon as we go in, we will be discovered by Hae Hyun immediately.

Therefore, this area is the 'Decisive Battle Area', and we can only set foot here after we have completed the cleanup of other areas. The method to clear N'Zoth's gaze is already in my hands, and my people will sound the clarion call for the decisive battle when the time comes.

But before we can fight them, we still have a lot to do. "

At this point, the pirate stopped. He looked at Ms. Nasa beside him, clicked on the map, and said:

“During this period, the assassins under my command, led by my mentor and friends, have traveled throughout Stormsong Valley, but no trace of the Watcher prisoners was found.

So I have enough reason to judge that your companions should also be imprisoned deep in the territory of the ancient gods.

It was a very scary place.

Although it's a bit unlucky to say this, I still hope you are prepared for the worst. If you really have to confront each other with swords, you'd better act swiftly and don't let your companions suffer more pain. "

"Will not."

Nasa, who was wearing an owl helmet, said coldly:

"Elune is protecting her Black Moon Walkers. I don't think there is evil in this world that can defeat the Moon Goddess' protection. They must still be persisting!"

"Well, it seems that you are very optimistic, which is good. Maintain this good attitude. This is very important when fighting in N'Zoth's territory."

Blake didn't argue, just made a faint comment.

In his heart, she did not think that the captured Watchers could still be intact. After all, Watchers were not without precedents of being corrupted.

A Watcher like Maiev is close to going crazy and doing terrible things, let alone anyone else.

The Warden are superior to Azeroth in every aspect, but they are not invincible.

"Your Majesty, this area is the second most dangerous area after the core area of ​​the Temple of Storms."

The magic eye on Blake's shoulder turned to look at the old pope. His finger moved to the mountains in the northeast of the map, drew a circle there, and emphasized it.

explain:

"I have conducted reconnaissance there. There is something dark in the fortress of the Sea Sage who is being summoned to the material world. As long as the Tide Sage gives an order, it will cause disaster in the material world.

The good news is that its physical form is the same dark thing we saw when we first faced the Abyss, so you're well aware of its weaknesses. "

Hearing Black's words, the old pope frowned immediately.

He looked at the pirate and said:

"The evil thing we purified was a weak Abyss Evil God, and it..."

"That's the bad news I have to say."

Blake shrugged and said to the Pope:

"This side of Stormsong Valley will probably appear in full strength, and I'll try to weaken it, but it's definitely going to be a tough fight, and I won't be able to do anything else.

But fortunately, the warriors of the Holy Light already have two Titan artifacts in their hands. If they work together properly, they can kill the war messenger of the ancient god before the tide of flesh and blood descends and pollutes the entire valley. "

"We will do it."

The Pope didn't say anything more. He drew a religious symbol on his chest and glanced at Dathrohan, who had a firm gaze, and Uther, the Messenger of Light, who stood up behind him and stood up calmly.

He said in a deep voice:

"We must do it!"

"very good."

Blake nodded, very satisfied with the Pope's firmness.

"But what about the sea sages?"

Nasa asked:

“You just assigned actions against the Ancient God’s envoys and the Ancient God’s territory, but you didn’t say much about your plan on how to break through the Temple of Storms.

You said it yourself, until the polluted dark fortress is captured and N'Zoth's evil believers in the material world are defeated, we will not be able to go deep into the abyss. "

"I will come to that place myself."

Blake moved his wrist and said to the people around him:

“I have always been like this. In any cooperative operation, I always take the lead and undertake the most dangerous missions for my fellow travelers. This is a symbol of my noble character and fearless courage.

I will personally sing the triumphal song of counterattack, and I will personally resolve the personal grudges between me and the sea sages.

I'll give them a surprise.

This is my humble service to the supreme moon god and the blazing holy light. I also believe that this contribution will earn me generous rewards.

Uh, just kidding, don't look so bad, I won't ask you for more compensation. "

The pirate touched the battle map in his hand and said:

"You are willing to give me face, to participate in this war, and to help me destroy this cancer. You have given me a lot of face. I, who have restrained my greed, will not ask for more from you rudely.

I will only humblely long for the goddess of victory to open her skirt to me again. "

"Where's the time?"

Shaun Moonclaw, the old druid who had been silent and observing Black, suddenly asked:

"Starting from tomorrow, Brennadan City will hold two consecutive celebrations. So when will the action start at the end of the title ceremony of the Grand Princess of Kul Tiras?"

"No, it will be too late after the ceremony."

Blake shook his head and said:

"The prerequisite for the battle is that we show the true face of the Church of Storms in front of the great nobles of Kul Tiras and foreign envoys. If we can't even do this, then the actions originally in the name of justice and light will turn into nothing. A despicable assassination.

That would be the end of it.

I don't care about my reputation. Anyway, my profession determines that I won't be popular in Kul Tiras, but my Holy Light friends want to be ashamed.

But don't worry, I've made preparations for this.

Anything else to ask?

If there are no problems, everyone can disperse and go back to prepare individually. "

Wardens and druids have no problem.

The purpose of their trip was very pure, just to save people.

Seeing that the pirates were so confident that Nasa and Moon Claw did not ask too much. After confirming some details, they turned and left.

After the two night elves left, the Pope looked at the map and asked in a low voice:

"I learned from Saidan that the Church of Storms is also planning an attack on Dailin himself. This is the news confirmed by you.

But there is no preparation for this part of your war plan.

I want to ask you, Blake, are you ready to give up on Dai Lin and let him fall into the claws of darkness? "

"Don't you want me to save him? He is the king of Kurishlas, the commander of the invincible fleet, the man who vowed to conquer the sea, and the powerful legendary soldier.

Each of this proves that he has enough ability to save himself.

He doesn't need other people to help.

Not to mention being rescued by a humble and poor pirate. "

Black drank a mouthful of mouth wine, and asked in a doubtful tone:

"Pope, you are planning to be a peacemaker, and host me to recognize me with his father and son? Is this the mission that Holy Light tells you? No, is your holy light so idle?

Have time to pay attention to my family? "

"Don't be so aggressive, Black, I just make a suggestion."

Flyo was not angry.

His gentle persuasion was persuaded:

"But maybe this can really be the best opportunity for you and him to show his former suspicion. After all, you are your loved ones, and the bloodline is your constant bond."

"Speaking well, I also think that the premise of a man chasing his career is that you must protect your family. I agree with this traditional family interpretation.

But the current situation is that we must have a personal defeat in order to end the hostile hostile. "

Black pursed his mouth and said easily:

"But I don't intend to admit defeat. What I do is not to give up everything to be a 'good son'. It is better to persuade Dai Lin to surrender to me to resolve this dispute?"

"I don't think I can do it."

Faore crowned and sighed and said: "

"He is as stubborn as you, no, he is even more stubborn than you."

"That's it."

The pirate laughed, poured a mouthful of wine in his mouth, and said:

"What he couldn't get in he couldn't get it here. Don't do this kind of useless work under the crown. With this time, it is better to pray for the innocent people.

By the way, I will pray more.

In this way, I have to spend every bad day as a pirate. "