Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The army is pressing outside Black Crow Castle, and new death knight recruits are awakened every day.

The power of the Black Crow Chapter is increasing day by day. These silent dead have blocked the airspace and activated the barrier of Black Crow Castle, blocking the effect of teleportation.

They did not attack the city immediately.

But those ancient and decaying siege weapons were being repaired by undead craftsmen every day, which put a lot of psychological pressure on the recalcitrant Nightborne in the central castle of Black Crow Castle.

Their numerical advantage has been overwhelmed by the constantly awakening undead, and their combat effectiveness is not necessarily stronger than these resurrected death knights.

They haven't had a serious war in ten thousand years.

The most terrible thing is that under the complete lockdown, the magic wine they carry will be exhausted.

The importance of this thing to the Children of the Night is self-evident.

Without it, the Children of the Night would be as if they had lost their souls. Not to mention fighting, mutiny on the spot would be possible.

Never overestimate the character of addicts.

Moreover, in recent days, there have been mysterious disappearances of combatants in the main castle, and occasionally weird laughter can be heard in the dark night.

Some of the dead had all their blood drained from their bodies, and the horrific death of the mummies made people in the castle panic.

As the commander-in-chief of the Nightborne who are stationed in Black Crow Castle, the high-ranking advisor Mr. Fandos, who has always been arrogant and indifferent, has no idea when facing the current internal and external troubles.

He could only continue to strengthen the defensive barrier of the main castle, stick here, and wait for Suramar to send reinforcements to catch them.

Grand Magister Elisande attaches great importance to the situation in Black Crow Castle. When the undead pirates came in before, Fandos had already sent a letter asking for help.

Counting the time, the reinforcements should have already set off.

"If we hold on for a few more days, as long as the army of magic swordsmen and moon guards come to support us, those damn undead will defeat themselves! Also, save your magic wine, you bastards!

We have to hold on for at least another week!

At the current rate of consumption, I can't even survive three days. I'm going to whip those despicable drunkards. I need them to exercise restraint now! stay awake!

Bastard, if you continue like this, you won't need the undead to attack, they will just drink themselves to death! "

Fandos was in Lord Ravencrest's study, giving instructions to several commanders under his command. He kept repeating what he had said once yesterday.

Trying to adjust morale in this way.

But looking at the depressed expressions on the faces of the Nightborne commanders in front of them, one could tell that the high-ranking advisers' morale boosting efforts had long since lost their effectiveness.

Thinking about it, the current situation where we can't fight, can't run, and there is a mole inside is really disappointing.

Worst of all, as the weird elven lich begins to resurrect the souls of Black Crow Keep, it means that their mission has completely failed.

The death knight chapter that Suramar longed for did indeed appear.

But unfortunately they are not loyal to the Grand Magister.

Judging from Elisande's increasingly powerful methods in recent times, even if these children of the night successfully break through, they will still be punished after returning to Suramar.

They may even be driven out of the city, cut off the supply of magic wine, and tragically become withered, which is probably their final fate.

Everyone knows this, but no one will say it at this time.

It can have a devastating effect on morale. And it can be seen from the big black circles under the eyes of Senior Advisor Mr. Fandos that he has not had a good sleep for several days.

He must know this, and he must be troubled by it.

Alas, where can I find a perfect solution to solve the current predicament?

Several Nightborne commanders looked at me and I looked at you, exchanging glances with each other. Finally, a female Magic Swordsman Commander whispered:

"Your Excellency, Advisor, how about we send an envoy to negotiate with the lich outside?"

When these words were spoken, they immediately received enthusiastic approval from several commanders.

Fandos sneered.

Of course he can hear the subtext of his subordinates, what kind of negotiation?

To put it nicely, it was nothing more than running to sue for peace in private, leaving Black Crow Castle to the enemy, and finding a way out.

"What a shameful thought, you guys! Where is your loyalty? The Great Magister's earnest expectations for you have yielded such results? I really feel ashamed for you!

Is this the ten thousand years of courage our Shadorei have? "

The senior advisor glanced at the people in front of him with a stern look, and he scolded, causing the people in front of him to lower their heads in shame.

But the next second, Fandos sighed again, changed the subject, and said helplessly:

"But what you can all think of, how could I not think of it? I sent a messenger three days ago with a personal letter I wrote to the lich.

Black Crow Keep can be left to them.

Anyway, our cause here has failed, and this city no longer means anything to us.

As a commander, I really can't bear to see the soldiers under my command die because of some stubborn and stupid persistence. Each of you is a precious subject of the Grand Magister.

The life of every child of the night is extremely important! "

The advisor's words made several of his commanders express ecstatic expressions.

As expected of you, Lord Fandos, you have easily accomplished what we cannot.

We only thought about making peace when we couldn't stand it any longer, but you made your judgment early, and you are worthy of being a person who has managed to become the Grand Magister's favorite.

This brain works very fast.

They all looked at Lord Fandos with expectant eyes, hoping that the latter would give them a surprise.

But the senior advisor shook his head and said:

"The arrogant Lich doesn't care about ending the hostilities decently. After all, she is also a noble Highborne Arcanist, and she also served Queen Azshara with Lord Elisande.

But she made a terrible request.”

Fandos paused, waved his hand and threw a silence spell, cutting off all sound transmission, and then whispered to his subordinates:

"She wants us to hand over Tarongor and send her to her as a prisoner of war. Without this, negotiations cannot begin."

"Then send it over!"

The male arcanist commander immediately replied:

"What's the use of keeping that trash? Previous battles have proven that his so-called 'death knight' is no match for the death knight awakened by the lich.

That scene makes me feel ashamed just thinking about it.

Two hundred 'death knights' were rushed away by fifty people, and they were defeated within five minutes. "

"Yes, he is not worthy of the Grand Mage's favor at all!"

The female magic swordsman commander also said indignantly:

"Obviously, the cunning Tarongor deceived Ms. Elisande. He has no knowledge of how to control the dead. Besides, although he has an elf body, he is just a rough and despicable greenskin on the inside. That’s all.

He is not one of our own at all.

There is no need for us to waste the precious lives of soldiers because of him.

Your Excellency, you are not as good as us."

"Shh!"

Senior Advisor Fandos raised his finger and made a silent gesture, and said:

"I can understand your thoughts. I have also wavered, but now is not the time to make rash decisions. You must consider that the order from the Grand Magister to evacuate has not yet been sent to us.

Reinforcements from Suramar may be on the way, so be patient, my compatriots.

Tarongor can no longer grow wings and fly. If we persist for a few more days, if things go wrong, it will not be too late for us to make a decision. "

Several commanders nodded.

After they learned that Fandos had an idea for them, their hearts calmed down immediately, and they stopped entangled and left the study room of ten thousand years ago to appease their subordinates.

After the commanders left, Fandos sighed and leaned back in his chair.

He rubbed his forehead with a headache. Obviously, the situation was not as stable as he said in an understatement.

"Your reinforcements can't come. Lord Black is already here. You can't match the terrible evil wisdom. Surrender, Fandos. There is no need to hang yourself from the tree in Elisande."

A hoarse and charming voice sounded in Lord Ravencase's study.

With the rhythm of the shadow, the Blood Matron Aluriel, wearing a red dress, strolled out of the shadow of Phandos.

She stretched out her hand as tenderly as a lover, and gently hugged the silent high-level consultant from behind. Her fingers with blood-red nails traced circles on the high-level mage's chest, making a slightly harsh sound.

She said in Fandos's ear:

"You clearly have a better choice. I have shown you that power, why are you still hesitating? Serving Elisande for ten thousand years will not free you from the constraints of status and class.

Suramar has long been a backwater.

But Sarain's career has just begun, and I urgently need an excellent spellcaster like you to advance this cause with me.

We will have a kingdom in the shadows of Suramar.

I'm not as stingy as Elisande, I can share power with you. "

"If you want me to degenerate into a monster that feeds on blood, you must give me enough time to think about it, my monster friend."

The senior advisor pushed Aluriel away.

He said:

"I will give you an answer in three days. After all, surrendering to pirates is a matter of truth."

"Hey, idiots who know nothing about power always want to bargain."

Oluriel suddenly became serious, blinked her blood-like eyes, straightened her long skirt in an extremely dignified manner, and closed her high-lapel coat.

She took out an exquisite pocket watch and said to Fandos:

“Tick tock, time is passing.

It is tolerant to me but harsh to you. At dawn three days later, you will either become one of us or become our food.

As a friendly reminder, Mr. Fandos, of the four people who spied with you just now, two have pledged their allegiance to me, and one will accept the blood embrace tonight.

Can you guess who the idiot was who was loyal to you in the end? "

After saying that, Oruriel's body turned into a group of vampire bats with red eyes, flapping their wings and flying out of the window.

The stunned Fandos was left alone in the study.

On the other side, in the dark underground hall of Black Crow Castle, Tarongor was also "trying his best to save himself."

He locked himself in the hall of an underground tomb and was directing his "death knights" to pile many bones together.

Today, Lord Blood Demon already has an elegant elf body. It was a body that Elisande's political advisor, Lord Lilith Yuejun, chose for him from among those on death row.

But Tarongor didn't regard this as a courtesy.

A well-informed guy like him knew very well that this was just the great mage coveting the knowledge in his mind, and that arrogant woman hoped to master the power of death.

Originally, Blood Demon thought that with his knowledge, he would definitely be able to get ahead in Suramar.

He has always been very confident in his ability to speculate, but the problem is that when he arrived at Black Crow Castle, he was beaten hard by Dean Blue Moon and the orthodox death knight.

He just made the blood demon stupid.

He realized that his proud knowledge of death was outdated, and the times had quietly eliminated him, an arrogant and hypocritical old orc.

His value is decreasing rapidly.

The Blood Demon knew very well that the hearts of the people in Black Crow Castle were changing. If this continued, in at most three days, the elves in Black Crow Castle would sell themselves to that terrible lich.

But he also took action early.

Before Fandos's letter of peace was sent, the Blood Demon sent a flattering letter of surrender to Dean Blue Moon, expressing his willingness to serve as an internal agent for the powerful lich.

Compared to when he was sold by the elves, the Blood Demon sold the Nightborne without any psychological pressure at all.

But the terrible problem is

The letter he sent was actually burned by the lich in front of the messenger!

The lich also claimed that she could give the elves a way out, but all the Blood Demon could get from her was an unforgettable lesson.

Huanshen said naggingly that this was a warning from death.

"When did I mess with her? Did I do anything outrageous to her?"

In the dark basement of Black Crow Castle, Tarongor thought hard, but could never find an answer. He still can't understand why the enemy is so angry and why he must target him?

That lich is absolutely crazy!

The two have never met before, so how can they talk about such unrelenting hatred?

However, Tarongor was never one to give in to cruel fate. He knew that he might not be able to leave Black Crow Castle safely, so he decided to make a desperate move.

He looked at the large piles of bones in front of him and planned to cast a spell to create a terrifying monster to use as a weapon in his desperate struggle.

Before starting to cast the spell, he turned to a female "Death Knight" beside him and ordered:

"Keep an eye on Kutalos Ravencrest's sarcophagus. That thing is our 'survival charm'. We must not let the shameless elves snatch it away."

"As you command, my lord."

The female elf soul of the Ravencase family replied respectfully.

But when she left the basement, the moment she looked back at the Blood Demon, her dim eyes were full of hatred. This pathetic bastard really thought he could harness the wrath of the Ravencrest family.

Tsk, this creature called an orc.

How ridiculous.

——

There is a Druid camp quite far away from Black Crow Castle, in the mountains close to the Corrupted Tree Shaladrassil. From here, you can overlook the ancient spire of the Temple of the Moon.

That was the first Temple of the Moon in the Kaldorei Kingdom, and it existed long before the War of the Ancients.

The Tear of Elune, one of the Pillars of Creation, is enshrined there, and it is a sacred place in the entire night elven world.

Blake moved his body and was considering whether to take this opportunity to go to the Temple of the Moon to observe and play with the Tear of Elune whose function was unknown.

He felt that he was a little too inflated after becoming a legend. He had never dared to think about going to such a place before.

Black, Black, you can't be so arrogant. It would be too embarrassing if the boat capsized in the gutter.

Just when the pirate was "self-examining", a black storm crow flew out of the dense forest behind him silently, and when it got close to the pirate, it transformed into an old druid holding a staff.

Still an acquaintance.

Lord Shaun Moonpaw coughed, causing the pirate to turn around.

Blake, who was wearing Luna armor, glanced at him and said:

"Usoc should have told you about the situation. Have you brought the documents? It's okay if you don't have the documents. Help me block Suramar's reinforcements and prevent the Nightborne from entering Val'sharah.

I'll tell you the crucial news.

You see, one exchange for one is not a loss, right? "

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