Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Black did not know that he had been granted peace by the "merciful" Queen Azshara, nor did he know that he was "in the heart of the emperor". If he knew, he would definitely be very happy.

After all, who doesn’t want to have a water snake-waisted tentacle girl who can fight, is noble and beautiful as a friend?

But the pirate was not in the mood to speculate on his luck at this time. He still had quite important things to deal with. The Nagfar moved forward in the sea under the finally calm moonlit night, sailing from the Temple of Storms all the way to Mariner's Edge Pier.

That was Blake's next stop.

It was also his last stop in Kul Tiras.

Once this is over, the pirates will sail back to Tol Barad, and then go to the eastern continent to cause trouble while the human kingdom is attracted by the changes in Kul Tiras.

There was a lot of fun to be had in Kul Tiras next, but Black wasn't paying attention to that anymore.

His "personal grudge" has been resolved and he does not plan to have contact with his family now. Even though the vest on his body is almost gone, he still hopes to maintain a bit of mystery.

Besides, he has almost plundered all the good stuff in Kul Tiras, so why are they still here?

"Old Faao and the elves are over there."

As it approached the Marina Marina, the Nagfar quietly surfaced. On the deck, Seifer put his hands on his hips and said to the captain:

"Before, Baku rushed out of the Storm Furnace to warn them to stay away, so they retreated here. Dailin is probably here too, and your mother, Queen Catherine, is also here."

Having said this, the first parasaurus hesitated and whispered to Blake:

"I said, you have already met Dai Lin, why don't you take the time to meet your mother? It's time to know your identity now. There's no point in hiding it, right?"

"Dailin can protect herself, but the queen is just an ordinary person."

Blake replied, and Sephiel shrugged. The captain's reason was really irrefutable.

With the number of enemies the stinking pirate now has, and the fact that N'zoth is always on his mind, it is indeed not a good thing to involve an ordinary person.

"I just saw Windrunner's mother packing her luggage, as if she was going to travel far away. Did you provoke her?"

Seifer changed the topic and asked:

"She is an important air defense force of the Naqfar. When she leaves, our ship and I will feel very insecure."

"You two are cowards."

The magic eyeball on Blake's shoulder glared at the first mate and said:

"Two fully equipped aircraft are here, there are also flesh and blood purification cannons to sweep away all dissatisfaction, the Tide Stone is placed in the cabin, and a thousand resentful sailors are at your disposal.

There are also two blue dragons sitting in charge.

After all this, you still feel insecure? Do you have to let me invite the Spellweaver to stay on the ship permanently, so that you have the courage to set sail? "

"It's not my fault. Why are you yelling?"

Seifer retorted confidently:

"Look at all the people you've provoked! Demons, Nagas, cultists, and ancient gods. How can you let me feel at ease in the face of those enemies?

I'm not as heartless as you."

Under the glare of the magic eyeball, the first parasaurus's voice deepened little by little, and finally turned into a whisper.

She also felt that her words were a bit embarrassing for her status as the adjutant of a legendary pirate, so she simply glared at the pirate and disappeared on the deck with a whoosh.

Sailor's Shore was getting closer and closer. Blake called to the sky and prepared to go ashore, but soon he saw Windrunner's mother in black armor walking out of the cabin.

Just as Sephiel said, General Lyressa was wearing a hood, carrying a bow and quiver, and was ready for a long journey.

Master and disciple have known each other for a long time, so Windrunner’s mother didn’t waste any time and said simply:

"After a short rest in the Hidden Passage, little girl Emeril plans to follow your suggestion and go to Silithus to find the remains of Lin Ge and the sages. Lin Ge and I are friends, and I want to join as a non-staffer. .

It may take a while to complete this, so try to keep a low profile while I'm away. "

"Take this with you."

Without saying a word, the pirate took out the long bow of the spirit string and the quiver specially designed to carry the spikes of the void. He also took off the fragment of Azzinoth from his waist. Finally, he gritted his teeth and removed the chain of water from the underworld wrapped around his wrist. Also picked it off.

This pile of things was given to Windrunner's mother, and he smiled and said:

"When my chief retainer goes to war, he must show his respects! You are now the Ranger General of the Immortal Pirates, and you cannot embarrass yourself in front of the Kaldorei.

Just go ahead and treat it as an annual leave.

If there is enough time, the Nagfar and I may even go to the Silithus Desert to pick you up in person. If you really fight a Qiraji insect, don't charge forward!

If we want those elves to be cannon fodder, we are still doing things for them anyway, so it would be a shame if we don't get paid. "

"this"

When Windrunner's mother saw the pile of precious equipment in front of her, she hesitated and said to her disciple:

"You are about to undergo a wilderness trial, and you are still in Hela's territory. You need it more than me."

"I'll have something better soon."

The pirate snapped his fingers and said proudly:

"You can't give these obsolete equipment to old Garni, right? He won't accept it either. So, don't have any psychological burden, my chief retainer, I always have a way to get better things."

"Yeah, too."

The Ranger General nodded with deep understanding. She absolutely believed in her disciple's ability to plunder and hunt for treasure, so she no longer refused and took a bunch of good equipment in front of her that would kill any warrior.

"Lilas has made good progress recently. He has overcome his own mental obstacles. Maybe you can take him with you during the operations in the Eastern Continent, just to open your children's eyes and gain insights."

Dark Ranger glanced back at the silent sea behind her. After a while, she turned back to look at Blake with her eyes that were beating with soul fire, and said seriously:

"Nathanos Maris is not bad. He is a reassuring young man. Do you know what I mean?"

"Understand!"

Blake snapped his fingers and said excitedly:

"Immediately find any reason to 'exile' him to Northrend. I am the best at this kind of thing. Don't worry, mentor. In addition, when you go to Silithus, help me find my friends." .

Garona has been there for more than half a year, and I don't know how her hunt for the Twilight Hammer is progressing. I'm quite worried about her. "

"Well, if you meet someone, I'll help you out."

Windrunner's mother said nothing more, as if she had put down an important matter in her heart. She waved goodbye to Blake, turned around and jumped below the deck.

Of course he didn't fall into the water.

At Blake's well-timed whistle, the silver-white seahorse Poseidons jumped out from the bottom of the sea. Like a war horse, he caught his driver and howled at the pirate a few more times before carrying Windrunner's mother toward the bright lights. The coast rushes away.

"Let's go too."

Blake patted the sky of the hippogryph next to him. The latter pushed the pirate's wrist with his antlers fondly, and then flew him into the dark night sky towards Sailor's Beach.

Behind the pirates, the Nagfar pushed away the seawater like a ghost and entered a submersible state.

At the same time, in a two-story room at Mariner's Edge Pier, the weak Pope Fao was conducting his daily prayers, but tonight's prayer time was particularly long.

The main thing is to report the details and victory of this battle to the Holy Light, and humbly attribute this glory to the protection of the Holy Light.

Believers are all like this.

But when the old man prayed, his expression was not relaxed, because although the cancer of the Church of Storms had been eradicated, the subsequent events had only just begun.

Moreover, in this battle, the Holy Light Church also obtained a very dangerous evil object, and Faao didn't know how to deal with it.

Prayer cannot be interrupted.

This is the process of communication between believers and the source of faith. It is not only a ritual, but also a necessary practice for them to soothe their minds. Therefore, after the pirate crept in through the window, he did not make any sound immediately.

He waited patiently for the Pope to finish praying.

However, the old man's serious chanting had a hypnotic effect, and Blake was also a little tired, so after waiting, he actually fell asleep.

It wasn't until midnight that Faao's voice of reciting scriptures came to an end.

He stood up weakly, looked back at Black, who was sleeping soundly on the chair, shook his head, picked up a ball of holy light and threw it on the pirate.

"Shua"

Black didn't even open his eyes, and he instinctively disappeared and reappeared behind the Pope, just shy of piercing Fao's neck with a dagger.

"Don't scare me like this, Your Majesty the Pope, I am very timid."

The smelly pirate rubbed his eyes and complained:

"It's a good thing I don't have a weapon in my hand. If I were charged with assassinating the Pope, I would be finished."

"You won't do this. You have a heart to chase the light."

The old man said with a smile.

He put the scriptures in his hands on the table and invited Blake to sit at the table. Before the conversation between the two began, His Majesty picked up a sealed box with a Holy Light seal from his hand and placed it on Blake's table. In front of you.

He said:

"This is an evil object brought back by Uther and Dathrohan personally. You must take it away from Kul Tiras and then dispose of it without letting anyone know about it."

Blake opened the box and glanced at it.

The Storm Caller's Crown was lying quietly in it, and the dirty blood stained on it had not been wiped off. On the other side of the box, there were several dark void stone fragments placed on it.

"Although such a high-grade artifact is contaminated with darkness, it is not unusable if it is washed with holy light."

The pirate stroked the Stormcaller Crown, feeling the thunder and storm contained in it. He "looked" at the Pope and said:

"Are you sure you don't want it? Your Majesty, these things can save lives at critical moments. What I mean is that if they fall into the hands of good people, only one person needs to be sacrificed, and a city or even a country can be saved."

"But its salvation requires paying the price of the fall of the good. This is not the will of the Holy Light."

The old pope said gently but firmly:

"The Holy Light never taught us to measure life, nor did it teach us to use souls as currency. They should never have been born, and the power on them is only temptation.

I might be able to resist this temptation.

But I can’t guess, let alone test people’s hearts.

The Blade of the Dark Empire sealed under the Holy Light's Hope Chapel has made me feel a heavy responsibility. I cannot allow these two equally dangerous things to fall into the human kingdom again.

What you do with them is your business, Blake, not mine.

My only request is to keep these abyssal things away from our civilization. "

"Okay, I'll take this job."

Blake closed the box, locked it and threw it back into his luggage. He looked at the Pope in front of him and asked seriously:

"So, what are you going to do next?"

"I need to return to the eastern continent to preside over the church, but I will leave some Light Walkers to stay in Kul Tiras."

Your Majesty answered equally seriously:

“We fought hard to wrest this place from the shadow of darkness, and we will never give up this land and its people again.

Although the Church of Storms has been eradicated, its poison has spread to the entire South China Sea, and there are still hidden degenerates in this land. You helped us win the most difficult battle, and now it’s up to us to carry out the long-term defense of our faith.

However, Blake, I hope you realize this. The territory of the Holy Light stops at the mainland, and we cannot move forward in the territory of the ocean.

Those fallen remnants will move the battlefield to the chaotic South China Sea, a place that is difficult for us to reach. "

"I know."

Blake nodded and said:

"I will think of a way over there. Your Majesty, please focus on the war of faith. We have broken through the darkness of reality, but the darkness in the hearts of the people cannot be broken with a sword.

The tide of darkness has only subsided temporarily. Two-thirds of the people in this country have recited the Tide Codex, and the Kul Tiras fleet is the hardest hit area.

You are experts in this area, so I won’t get involved. "

After saying that, he stood up and was about to leave, but was stopped by the Pope.

Fao looked up at him and said:

"Dai Lin floated back to the coast along the tide at dusk and is now receiving treatment in the room next to her. Don't you go and take a look?"

"I've said all that needs to be said."

Blake waved his hand proudly and said:

"I have never been interested in talking to my defeated generals, but if Dai Lin is still stubborn after going through something like this, you can write to me and I will find time to come back and beat him up again.

This stubborn old man is just like a naughty child, and it doesn't make sense to reason.

How to arrange the Kul Tiran fleet next, haha, this matter still gives him a headache. "

After saying that, the pirate opened the door generously and left. Before leaving, the magic eyeball on his shoulder glanced back at the old pope. The latter's weakness was almost visible to the naked eye. Facing the demigod of the void exhausted the old man's energy.

Gee, the speed of the Holy Light Church's Draenor Expedition is estimated to be a little faster.

Now he has no choice but to accept the light casting ceremony.

Wonderful.