Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Don't think too much about it after you go back. You are still weak now. Remember to follow the doctor's advice and take your medicine on time. If you think there is something wrong with our medicine, you can find someone to prescribe it yourself.

I've always been generous in this regard.

When it was getting dark, on the dock of Tol Barad, Black personally accompanied a mysterious woman with a long hood to the deck of the Nagfar.

As if saying goodbye to a friend for a long journey, he said nonchalantly:

I have told you the location of our stronghold in Lordaeron City. If there is any news, send someone to deliver the message. You can also ask the palace guards to pick up our tavern as soon as you return.

But I think a smart woman like you would not do such a thing that harms others but does not benefit oneself.

The people I have left in Lordaeron are all elite soldiers and generals. If there is any noble that you don't like, or someone is too garrulous, we can also help you solve those troubles by hiring them.

Or someone who causes trouble.

This is your emblem, remember to wear it.

Blake handed a raven gold coin, which represented the distinguished guest of the Uncrowded One, to the silent girl beside him. The latter reached out to take it in her hand, hung it on her pendant in front of Blake, and put it close to her body. Put it away.

This action made the stinky pirate very satisfied.

Then, go ahead.

He stood at the end of the pier and made a please gesture to the lady next to him. In front of him, the planks of the Nagfar had been lowered. First mate Sephiel, wearing a Kul Tiran navy uniform, was standing on the side of the ship.

She will be responsible for transporting Princess Calia Menethil to the edge town on the Whispering Coast of the Sea of ​​Lordaeron, and Her Royal Highness will have to walk the rest of the journey herself.

Thank you for your 'hospitality' these days.

Princess Calia pulled down the hood on her forehead and said in a bad tone:

I thought you were a pirate 'gentleman,' but I didn't expect you to be a bastard kidnapper.

Hey, what do you say?

Blake blinked and said:

Is it because I secretly extorted 100,000 gold coins from your father in the name of an immortal pirate? Are you angry about this? You have to understand that this is just to create a reasonable reason for your return home. .”

My Highness, the Princess of Lordaeron, is only worth a mere 100,000 gold coins? Is it enough to add a zero at the end?

Caliya snorted and said:

You are not so much covering for me as you are telling my father clearly that I have reached some agreement with you.

Haha, I just said a random number.

Blake shrugged and said nonchalantly:

Besides, doesn't this make your identity as a 'pirate agent' more acceptable to your suspicious father. But I think His Majesty Menethil may not have that much time to pay attention to your problems recently.

You may not know it, but your brother made 'big news' in Stratholme a few days ago.

It probably gave his old father a headache.

Um?

When Calia heard that this was related to her younger brother, she immediately raised her eyebrows and stared at Black. The stinky pirate immediately raised his hands with a panic look and said:

I swear, this matter has nothing to do with me! It was entirely the choice made by that bastard. To be honest, I was shocked when I first heard the news.

He acted like a noble paladin and became a lowly warrior. I really don’t know what he was thinking. You see, Varian is so smart. He knew that being a warrior had no good future, so he changed professions early.

Arthas gave up the pursuit of the Paladin?

Caliya's expression became even worse.

As Alsace's sister, she knew very well how obsessed her brother was with the Holy Light and its justice. That was his ideal that he had set since he was five or six years old, but now he was voluntarily giving up.

Something serious must have happened to her brother.

Thinking of this, Caliya didn't want to delay any longer, so she hastily said goodbye to Black's possession, and quickly walked onto the infiltrating ghost ship with her skirt in hand.

Sephiel gave the captain a pirate military salute and escorted the princess into the cabin.

With the busy work of the ghost sailors, the huge ghost ship raised its sails and anchored, exited the port, sank to the bottom of the sea in the early morning sea fog, and disappeared into the distant sea under Blake's watch.

It was still dark, and Blake was no longer sleepy. After sending Calia away, he strolled along the coastline of Tol Barad.

He could see Gork and his remaining four tribesmen playing in the dawn sea from a distance, and thought that these sea giants were really heartless.

Obviously three people were killed in the naval battle a few days ago. Within a few days, he was like a normal person and continued to live a happy life as a pot-bellied man.

The combat effectiveness of the sea giants has been proven in the defeat of the Gilnean fleet. Even a minor sea giant like Gork can lead people to overthrow the fleet.

If only there were more sea giants to defend the island

Black couldn't help but fall into thinking, but he soon realized another drawback of the sea giant.

They are so delicious.

According to previous experience, the eight-headed sea giants live on the Cape of Lost Hope. In addition to catching fish for themselves, Eudora has to send two or three boats to fish in the outer sea every day to stabilize these big guys. Don't cause trouble because of hunger.

If there are really more than a dozen of them, the undead fleet will probably be overwhelmed by these bastards before the foreign enemies invade.

In the distance, Gork stood in the waves of the sea. He let out a thunderous fart and formed a weird big bubble. It flew into the air and was popped by him with his finger.

Then the other sea giants covered their noses and laughed.

That innocent look made Blake scratch his head.

He thought:

Why don't we drive them to the Palatine Bay and release them there, where there are sharks and plesiosaurs for them to hunt. If they continue to be kept in captivity, these guys will lose their wild nature.

We need to find another female sea giant for them to reproduce. I wonder where there are female sea giants? There should be one in Feralas, right? Stranglethorn Vale, uh, there seems to be one there too?

Speaking of which, what does a female sea giant look like? Never seen it before.

With this 'wonderful' thought, Blake stepped into the warlock tower halfway up the mountain, where he was going to practice the warlock magic recorded in Gul'dan's Great Skull Grimoire.

But as soon as he started, the stinky pirate remembered another thing.

He took out the elemental emblem and threw a few air coins into it to summon the djinn. Being suddenly summoned when most of the creatures were sleeping soundly, Al Abbas still had that peaceful attitude.

Elemental creatures don't need sleep.

Where's what I want?

Blake asked very politely:

What about the core of the snake-man's elemental god? I don't ask you for it, and you don't give it to me, right? Do you expect me to forget about this? You cunning businessman.

The business contract does not stipulate when delivery will be delivered. Besides, didn't you remember it?

The djinn slowly rotated his marshmallow-like waist, stretched out his paws with a sense of pleasure that the deal was completed, and handed the thunder-splashed elemental core to the smelly pirate.

The latter took it in his hand, and the blond hair on his head stood up immediately due to the surge of elemental arcs.

Even the fingers are numb.

Blake hurriedly took out a magic crystal bottle, stuffed the thunder-splashed core into the bottle, fastened the lid, and looked at it in front of his eyes.

The powerful lightning power was confined in a small space, causing miniature electric arcs to constantly vibrate in the bottle. Just like a lightning lamp, the shining light would illuminate the dark tower hall within a few seconds. Bright.

This thing is so powerful! It's much higher than the Loa divine power I've been exposed to before.

He praised so much that the Djinn God ridiculed:

This is the crystallization of divine power after the death of a powerful Loa. My dear pirate friend, you seem to not quite understand the concept of 'powerful Loa'.

Although they share the name Loa with ordinary and weak Loa, the difference in power between them is quite large.

I have never heard of the name 'Mysterious Mistress' Setaris, but when I was trading with your subordinates, I heard the legend of this powerful Loa from them.

If she can really die with a powerful General Krasis, then her power is enough to compare with the natural demigod.

Al Abbas, the well-informed genie of the djinn, let out a sigh of relief that was blown by the breeze, and it said:

“During those suffering years, when we elemental beings were forced to serve the ancient gods of the Dark Empire, I was very aware of the dark power of those Abyss generals.

And what you are holding is the crystallization of power after the death of such a powerful demigod.

This is a fairly rare item.

If I hadn't respected the contract and you were my high-quality customer, I would have charged you more 'compensation for information concealment'.

etc!

Blake looked at the Bottled Lightning in his hand, and he keenly captured the very important information hidden in the Djinn's words just now.

He frowned and said:

You made a deal with my men and heard about the legend of the mysterious matron from them? Let me guess, it was Warwick, the prophet of the snake people, who made a deal with you?

Can you please disclose the details of the transaction?

This is not allowed by the business contract. I am a businessman with very professional ethics.

The djinn shook his head stubbornly.

Then let me guess. If I guess right, don't answer. If I guess wrong, just laugh at me. Doesn't this count as a breach of contract?

Blake said again.

Al Abbas did not answer, so the pirate coughed and guessed:

On the surface, Warwick has no complaints about the loss of the Sulsis Keystone. After all, the entire Dalaran has been destroyed, and it cannot ask the mages to do more for its civilization.

But the sincere Snake Prophet still abides by the mission left by its ancestors, so it makes a deal with you, asking you to help it monitor the situation in the Wharton Desert.

Even asking you to help it regain the keystone, right?

The djinn shook his body and remained silent.

The stinky pirate nodded clearly, and then said:

You agreed to it?

No, the devout old snake man couldn't pay enough to hire me. After all, he was dealing with the ancient gods and their servants that the elements feared most.

For such extremely dangerous things, I always have to receive double rewards.

The djinn spread his hands and said:

But I doubt your subordinates will just give up. They are a group of sincere people, unlike you who have no faith in your heart.

Well, I understand.

Blake glanced at the beating lightning core in the bottle and said:

It seems that I have to find time to talk to them. It's really a headache to deal with these fanatic believers. Okay, let's not talk about them, let's talk about the things between us.

I came to you to ask you a favor.

The pirate very sensible poured out a bunch of air coins from his bag and pushed it to the element merchant. He said:

I want to ask you to bring a Riptide Element back to the Throat of the Abyss. Didn't I ask you to make my suggestions to the Tide Hunter before, but the Tide Hunter never responded?

This time I plan to send their water elemental ‘people’ as my messengers.

This is simple.

Al Abbas took a small half of the air coin in front of him and said:

This amount of compensation is enough, unless you tell me that the rest are all 'tips' for me, then I will definitely be very happy.

Don't worry, I'm still done.

Blake shrugged and added:

As word spreads of the outcome of the war between our undead pirates and the Gilnean fleet, your reputation as a rival to the Tideseers will spread like wildfire.

Ordinary pirates will definitely not be able to get the Tidestone, but they will look for your elemental emblem and pray to you for the power of the sea. I believe that your 'small business' will usher in a big bull market soon.

So I'm going to make a deal with you in advance.

Speak, my friend.

Al Abbas let out a roaring laugh, raised his paws, and said:

I will complete the transaction with you, but the prerequisite is that we cannot create a monopoly. I cannot destroy the power of other traders because of you.

Fair, you know?

For me, fairness is the most important thing.

No, no, no, I am not as arrogant as you think, trying to bind a free elemental demigod with a contract.

Blake waved his hand and said:

“I’m just asking you to help me find some people.

I have a very bad relationship with Hela, the Queen of Hades. We have a bit of a 'little' conflict. In order to restrict my development in the material world, she has been looking for her 'chosen' person on the endless sea.

And she very deliberately set up a big game, to choose the most vicious one from a group of extremely vicious bastards to use as a tool to destroy me.

I'm not afraid of those guys.

But it would be great if the danger could be detected in advance.

Therefore, when you are making deals with my colleagues, I would like to ask you to help me find those guys who are related to Hades.

I don't need you to hurt them.

I just need to get their information, and my incompetent subordinates, my 'partners', and even my enemies will do the rest for me.

this.

The element merchant was a little confused.

This stinky pirate doesn't act according to common sense every time he comes to trade with him, and he is not as stupid and bold as other traders.

The djinn glanced at the pile of air coins at his feet, and then looked up at the smelly pirate.

Blake understood immediately and poured out all the air coins in his bag, piled them into a pile, and pushed them to Al Abbas.

Well, how can I bear to say no to a high-quality customer like you?

The djinn shook its body, let out a weird laugh, turned into a breeze and picked up the air coins, and disappeared from Blake's eyes, but before leaving, it warned:

“You can buy other people’s information, and others can spend money to buy your information.

My dear friend, you initiated this information transaction and made a bad start, so when others bid high enough, I will also tell them about you.

But don't worry, the previous contract is still in effect, and I will not reveal your true identity before the expiration date of the contract.

That's good.

The stinky pirate took out the skull grimoire, opened it, and said without looking back:

Let them come, and I will eat them like sandwich bread! Now, go, my friend, and I shall begin to learn.