Shadow Trails in Azeroth

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Black, his idiot sister, and his disciples left Ironforge the next afternoon.

The pirate originally planned to take time to visit his "old friend" Hemet Nesingwari, but when he went to the old dwarf's ancestral home, he learned that Hemet had not been in Ironforge two months earlier.

The old man took his son and his expedition team to the continent of Northrend.

It was said that he was going to hunt the terrifying beasts there, but in fact, the pirates maliciously speculated that old Hemet should have been frightened by the recent rapid expansion of the Rende Society.

He ran to the barren northern continent to hide from the limelight.

After all, it is really a headache to get into trouble with a group of extreme animal protection. If the Dark Portal was not currently open, the old dwarf would probably have wanted to go to the world of Draenor to hide for a while.

Not being able to visit old friends made the pirate less interested. When he didn't get approval from the Explorers Association for the map he turned in, he left with Fenner and Valeera.

The road back to Tol Barad from Khaz Modan was very short. They first took the gryphon to Menethil Port, then transferred to the Nag'far waiting there, relying on the ghost ship's speed as fast as the wind. , returned to the Pirate Island at midnight that day.

But while Blake, Fenner and Lady Catherine were enjoying a family supper, something closely related to Blake was also going on in distant Kul Tiras.

"It's a difficult job for you to do."

In the forge of Proudmoore Fortress, Muradin Bronzebeard, who was drunk after wandering around Sailor Street, knocked his head and said to Dailin, who looked like a giant next to him:

"Old man, you want me to help you forge a saber. This request is very simple. For the sake of our friendship, I can even take out my own collection and use elemental steel to help you forge the best saber.

But you insist on me smelting all these things into your new weapon. This is too much. "

The old dwarf looked at the pile of "rags" piled on the forging table in front of him, and said with a headache:

"The fragments of Odin's Shield, the broken blade of the Elven Legendary Sword, and the remnants of the Void Stone, hell, these are all really good things, and taking them out alone is enough to make me very happy.

But now they all appear in front of me, but I feel like I have nowhere to start.

Speaking of which, where did you find so much junk?

I heard that there is a new "pariah sect" composed of a group of garbage guys in the Kingdom of Stormwind. They are very good at finding wisdom in useless things. Are you one of those people who call themselves pariahs but are actually very powerful? "

"No, I am not."

Daelin Proudmoore, who finally got new clothes that fit her, rubbed her chin, and the admiral laughed and said:

“These rags in your eyes were all found by me with great effort.

Especially the broken blade of this legendary long sword. It took me and that damn cunning turtle man to play the turtle shell game for ten times before I won it back from the Tide Order.

I paid a lot to get it.

But I know it's worth it. "

Dailin reached out and picked up the hilt of the Warp Cutter.

He looked at this thing and thought about how his "good son" used it to beat him during the "Father's Kindness and Son's Filial Ceremony" that day.

He was silent for a few seconds, looked at Muradin, and said:

"And if this job is easy to do, I won't come to you specifically, right?"

"Don't say nice things, and don't think that because you are flattering me, I will help you."

Muradin curled his lips and said with a glare:

"I'm not asking you for more compensation, Dai Lin. You know I'm not that kind of person. Your request is really difficult to meet. The power attributes of these things are completely different, and they even conflict with each other.

Wanting to smelt them together without destroying each other's essence and making them match each other perfectly is almost challenging the basic rules of forging.

unless

You can find me a power source that is more powerful than them, and forcibly smelt them with the help of external forces, but the problem is that such things are rare in the entire Azeroth. "

"Is the Sunwell okay?"

Dai Lin asked while stroking his beard.

"Of course the Sunwell is fine."

Muradin said angrily:

"But I don't have the dignity to ask the Queldorei Pointed Ears to lend me their sacred objects."

"Well, that's the benefit of having an elf wife."

Dai Lin grinned, took out a letter from his arms, handed it to Muradin, and said:

"I've arranged it all for you, my friend.

Take it to Silvermoon City and someone will take you into the Sunwell. But you can only stay there for half a month, so you must complete the forging of this saber within half a month. "

"Wow, you are serious!"

The old dwarf was really surprised now.

He looked at the letter in his hand, and while flipping through it in disbelief, he said in a suspicious tone:

"It's not that I look down on you, Dai Lin, but your human king doesn't stand out among the proud pointed-eared elves. Why would the Sun King agree to such an outrageous request?

The Sunstrider family regards the Sunwell as their lifeblood. "

"I told you, I have an elf wife."

Dai Lin waved her hands and said:

"And Quel'Thalas owes the Proudmoore family a huge favor. Don't ask any questions, just go to the Sunwell to complete the forging.

Set off tonight, I have prepared a portal directly to Silvermoon City for you.

After the weapon is forged, you return to Boralus and wait for me. "

The admiral adjusted his clothes, raised his eyebrows at Muradin and said:

"I will set sail to the South China Sea soon, bring back my soldiers, and then kill all those damn pirates. After I come back, my dwarf brother, if you have time, I will take you to see See the world'.

I just needed a companion who was powerful enough to complete that trial of strength. "

"What kind of test of strength?"

Muradin said doubtfully:

"Why didn't I know there was such a saying? Please explain it to me carefully."

"I don't know more about the specific situation."

Dai Lin shook her head and said:

"But I know that it is a 'Feast of Power' that brings together the most powerful warriors in Azeroth, and I have been invited. Under the watchful eyes of the heroes, we will fight each other for the holy relics left by the gods.

There is only one winner.

And he will receive supreme praise. "

"That's not fair!"

Muradin immediately roared:

"Why are you invited, but I'm unknown? I'm obviously a powerful warrior too!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Dai Lin looked at Muradin with strange eyes. In his vision, the drunken dwarf also had that strange rune shining on his body. He said:

"Are you drunk? You were obviously invited, otherwise why would I have to take you with me?"

"Huh? Why didn't I know?"

The old dwarf patted his cheek, recalling his wanderings in the tavern in the past few days since he came to Kul Tiras. After a few seconds, Muradin's eyes became subtle.

He said:

“Speaking of which, I do seem to remember.

In a tavern on Sailor Street, I was drinking with a strange old man. He praised me for having the ability to drink like a Titan, and said that my strength was not inferior to my ability to drink.

But he quickly disappeared in the light, and I thought I was drunk and hallucinating.

Let me ask you, is that old man blind in one eye?

He is accompanied by two weird crows who also enjoy drinking. "

"That's right."

Dai Lin patted Muradin on the shoulder and said:

"That's him, Odin.

He sent his avatars around the world, choosing powerful warriors to join in the feast. It's not just us who's invited, old man.

I suspect the greenskins were also invited, this is a good opportunity! "

The admiral's tone became cold, and he said:

"We can use this opportunity to kill them all and accomplish what we should have accomplished long ago."

"OK."

Muradin immediately became interested. He found a box, swept all the rags on the table into it, and threw it into his luggage. He said:

"I will go to the territory of the Pointed Ears right now. After you return from the South China Sea, I will go with you. I am just going to the Sun Well. I will borrow the magic well by the way to complete the forging of the armor I have always wanted. .

Speaking of which, I've been watching a lot of powerful weapons recently, and I've gained some insights and a bit of itchiness.

Want to play something new with your pre-ordered saber? "

"Will this make my weapon more powerful?"

Dai Lin asked.

The old dwarf nodded and said with some guilt:

"At least it won't be worse."

"Then just go ahead and do it!"

The admiral said:

"I trust your forging skills as much as I trust your strength."

After speaking, Dai Lin took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, and said to Muradin:

"I'm going sailing, wish me all the best."

The old dwarf wanted to offer his blessing, but suddenly he remembered something that made him very upset, so he said to Dai Lin:

"If you are going to the South China Sea, will you pass by Booty Bay?"

"meeting."

There was a murderous look in the admiral's eyes, and he said:

"The goblins' city is being besieged by the Bloodsail pirates, and their own fleet has been wiped out. That group of little greenskins sent me a request for help, and I will rescue them.

They still owe me a lot of war reparations. "

"That's just right."

Muradin nodded and said:

"My brother is Brian. You have met him. He was trapped in Booty Bay because of some things. I hope you will bring him back when you go over.

It would be even better if it could be sent to Ironforge.

But be careful not to let him jump ship and run away. That guy has been a little crazy recently and has been obsessed with going to the territory of the Zandalari trolls to complete his so-called 'great deeds'.

I even wondered if those trolls had put a curse on him.

In short, please do us a favor and don't spread the word. The reputation of the Bronzebeard family is also very important. If he doesn't cooperate, tie him back with chains. "

Hearing this, Dai Lin looked at the expression of sorrow on Muradin's face. He suddenly felt the same. He sighed, patted the dwarf on the shoulder and said:

"Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite. Don't worry, I will take him back and ensure his safety."

"That's fine, please."

After receiving Dailin's assurance, Muradin felt a little better. He left Proudmoore Fortress with his toolbox and went to the Silver Palace in Quel'Thalas through the portal set up by Lady Golden Sword herself. Moon City.

And Dai Lin also boarded his ship, sailing in the deep sea at midnight, the huge and majestic King of the Sea sailed forward with full sail.

Behind this ship, more than thirty battleships of the Third Fleet of Kul Tiras were brightly lit, but in the center of these fleets filled with artillery and sailors, there was a strange-looking ship.

Much like the troll ships.

It was filled with carrier-based aircraft "borrowed" from the gnomes of Gnomeregan. They were completely different from the gyroplanes of the goblins. These aircraft were more like the biplanes in Black's memory.

A large group of hired dwarfs were doing maintenance around the aircraft, making it very noisy.

But without the drive of the Tide Sage, the speed of this fleet cannot be compared with the past. However, although the Tide Sage is gone, the admiral quickly found a new "replacement".

"Oh, leave this job to us, the Tide Order, and you'll see, Your Excellency, Admiral."

The ancestor turtle sage Kojo held the battle flag of the Hydraxia Legion, patted his chest and said to the expressionless Dai Lin:

"Our Tidal Order is professional in controlling the sea, and unlike those black-hearted sea sages, we are 100% pure natural power of the sea, and can be used by even the most delicate naval warships.

Absolutely no side effects. "

"Yeah, I saw it."

Dai Lin felt the waves formed when the surrounding seawater was driven. As an old sea dog, he could accurately feel the waves pushing his warship to accelerate.

It is not as "smooth" as Tide Sage, but the acceleration effect is not weak.

"It would be better if your 'appearance fee' could be cheaper."

The admiral rubbed his forehead and said to the ancestor turtle sage in front of him who was trying to preach to him:

"Then, while there is still time, let's talk about what we didn't discuss last time. How much does it cost to monopolize your maritime support? How much does it cost to prevent you from helping those pirates?"

"Oh, this is in installments, my respected admiral."

Kou Qiao smiled like a fox who stole a chicken. He said:

"How about you buy a one-year right to use it first? Since His Majesty the Tidehunter favors you, we can give you and the powerful Kul Tiras fleet a discount.

But say it beforehand.

Even if you monopolize our support, we will not participate in the confrontation between Kul Tiras and the undead pirates. Their priority is much higher than yours.

Don't look at me like that, Your Majesty.

It's not about money.

The leader of the Undead Pirates is the most popular guy under Tide Hunter. He is expected to be promoted to Ocean Earl in a few days. He is truly one of his own.

In addition, in addition to providing marine support services, our Tidal Order also has additional services, such as summoning sea monsters to attack your enemies, or spending thousands of dollars to call our 'Supreme Saint' to destroy a force for you. .

Anyway, there is always one for you.

Want to experience it? "