Shadow Trails in Azeroth

A few days later, in the morning light of Hillsbrad Hills, Blake was squatting by the spring, taking off his face covering and looking at his face in the water.

The legendary priest's healing effect is excellent.

The burns on his face have now healed significantly, and because the effects of the dragon fire infection have been removed, Blake has gained weight a lot during this period of time.

He already has the body shape that a normal person should have, but because the training course arranged by Garona was too intensive and strenuous, he didn't gain much weight.

But overall.

As his hair grew back, he could already see a hint of the charm that belonged to Prince Derek Proudmoore, which made Black happy.

After all, no one likes to be an ugly guy. He probably can't go back to his former hometown. It's not unacceptable to live a new life as a handsome guy in this new world.

In the past few days, there is another good news:

Grglrgl! Lrgl...grgrmrmlgr!

The familiar and powerful croaking sound appeared in front of Blake's eyes along with the ripples on the water surface.

The little fishman Benbolba, who had been in a coma for nearly half a month, finally woke up the day before yesterday.

On the night when Blake slayed the dragon, it was completely drenched in the hot dragon's blood, and accidentally drank some of the blood. The injury was so serious that Blake once thought that he was going to lose this dragon that had accompanied him all the way to this point. The little fool.

But Seifer told him not to worry too much.

Although creatures like fishmen are extremely weak.

But their adaptability to external energy is stronger than humans or orcs, which can be seen from the murloc settlements scattered across various terrains in Azeroth.

The murlocs, a magical race, probably put all their talent points into survival of the fittest.

In short, just as the bronze young dragon said, Benbolba finally survived, and after bathing in the dragon's blood, he seemed to have gained new strength.

All the scales on its body fell off and grew again. The new scales are more delicate and smooth, and no longer have the slimy feeling before. They can even reflect light in the sun.

And because the bronze dragon's blood contains the power of time, the little fishman was matured from childhood to adulthood.

This can be seen from the several flag-like fins that have completely grown out of its back, and the fish Pu on the back of its neck that opens and closes with its breathing.

This guy seems to be able to spray some corrosive mucus to hurt the enemy.

My intelligence seems to have grown a bit.

But other than that, it's still pretty weak.

But as a pet, it's pretty good.

Quack

The little fishman had enough fun in the water, jumped up from the water, rushed into Blake's arms, turned around and got tired of playing there, and then stood up with the assassin, its cute big eyes looking left and right.

After a few seconds, it stretched out its paws, pointed at the sky and croaked.

Blake turned around and saw a black crow flapping its wings and falling from the sky. This smart but not very pretty bird flew around Blake several times and finally landed on the tree trunk next to it. .

A mailbox was strapped to its paw, bearing the symbol of Ravenholdt.

This specially bred crow is the messenger for the League of Assassins to deliver messages over short distances, and the crow, or raven, is another symbol of the Ravenholdt assassins who walk in the shadows.

Blake's hand shook slightly, and he used his proficiency-level stealing skills to get the letter from the mailbox without the crow staring at Benbolba reacting at all.

As soon as I unfolded it in my hand, I saw a familiar font.

It's a letter from Mathias Shore.

There are not many words, but the content reveals a solemn tone. Ravenholdt has discovered the bad news that the king of the Kingdom of Alterac, the coward Aiden Perenold, surrendered to the orcs and opened the Alterac Pass to the tribe.

This group of assassins, like the top leaders of the alliance, never expected that the Kingdom of Alterac would make such a crazy move in order to protect themselves at this moment.

They didn't react at all.

Marshal Lothar didn't respond either.

The Alliance army was divided into two groups at this time. One group was conducting a major counterattack on the hilly battlefield to suppress the Thunder King clan. The other group was in distant Quel'Thalas to help the high elves fight against the Amani trolls and the orc alliance.

General Turalyon deployed the defense line in the Hinterlands as planned.

But who would have expected that Orgrim Doomhammer never returned from the Hinterlands.

Taking advantage of the excellent terrain of the Alterac Mountains, several of the orcs' most capable clans, with the Blackstone clan as the vanguard, have broken through to the Tirisfal region.

That is the core ruling area of ​​Lordaeron, the powerful alliance country!

It is no exaggeration to say that it is the heart of human civilization, but now, the brutal tribal vanguard has pierced the heart of the alliance like a hot knife.

By the time Shore's letter arrived, the Blackstone Orcs under Orgrim's command had already begun to besiege the city of Lordaeron. Shore did not conceal the critical nature of the situation in the letter.

It is said that even the king of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, Terenas II, has already put on battle armor and led his guards on the city wall!

The purpose of Shore's letter is also very simple.

In the name of Ravenholdt, he told Black that no matter what he was doing now, he should immediately put down what he was doing and return to the Tirisfal region as quickly as possible.

The city of Lordaeron is now in danger and the situation of the decisive battle has taken a turn for the worse. It urgently needs the power of the orc killer!

Ravenholdt must have sent more than one letter like this, and Black knew with his heels that the senior leaders of the Assassin League were definitely like ants on a hot pot.

They must have sent a request for help to all the forces they could contact.

Although the Assassin's League is an assassin force independent of the politics of various countries, the leader of Ravenholdt clearly positions himself very correctly in the face of major issues.

No matter how glorious and powerful the League of Assassins was in the past, it has always grown up with the shadow of human civilization.

Ravenholdt cannot exist independently of human civilization.

So now, the assassins appear on the battlefield, fighting together with the heroic Alliance soldiers for the decisive battle of human civilization.

I understand the rationale and I can understand the situation.

Blake looked at the letter in his hand. He could feel Shore's urgency and need from every line of the words, but he shook his head, rubbed the letter between his fingers, and threw it into pieces.

He watched the debris falling on the water in front of him, then stretched out his hand to tighten his face mask and long hood, took a step back, and sneaked into the shadows.

The ripples emitted when it retreated into the shadow were several times gentler than the rough entering the water action before.

Obviously, the special training of the legendary assassin during this period has achieved remarkable results.

Xiaoer, my friend, I want to help you, but I can't. What I have to do is as important as what you have to do. You may not understand it now, or you may complain.

But it doesn't matter, you will understand my difficulties later.

Blake stood by the river and muttered to himself, then threw out the hook and quickly walked through the forest behind, returning to his resting place two minutes later.

He landed in this hidden cave and said to the darkness floating inside:

Orgrim has arrived in the city of Lordaeron, and Gul'dan's Shadow Council must have taken action. Be prepared, madam, this long-distance hunt of life and death is about to begin.

I am ready to go at any time. My blade has been silent for too long. It is eager to inflict pain and torture.

Garona's hoarse voice came from the cave.

With a hint of scrutiny in her tone, she said:

But what about you? Black Shaw, are you sure you are ready?

Faced with this question, Black did not answer.

He just touched his forehead with his hand, like some kind of weird prayer. As the translucent character card appeared in front of him, Blake moved his fingers and said:

I have tried my best to be as perfect as I can, and this is the best I can be. If dying like this is not enough to win, then all I can say is...

Such is fate.

Let's go, ma'am. I will summon the keel ghost ship of Hades tonight, and my ‘colleagues’ will lead us to hide in the waves of the endless sea.

Gul'dan and his minions won't find us until we emerge from the shadows and take away all his desires.

Um.

Garona's figure emerged from the edge of the dark shadow. She was also dressed up for this battle, wearing the standard uniform of the Shadow Council orc assassin.

Dark leather armor, dark face covering, not an inch of skin exposed on the whole body, only two weird recurved daggers at the waist, like swallowing shadows.

Lady first.

Blake made a please gesture, and Garona stepped forward expressionlessly, while the pirate followed her, and the countdown to the hunt had begun.

He's already served the league.

He has fulfilled his duties as a member of the Proudmoore family, and now it is time for him to take the first step in his new life.

Before the hunt began, he had polished himself to the best possible condition, like a hammer-forged sharp blade, hidden behind a scabbard.

Just waiting to quietly unsheath, drink blood and return.

——

At night in the hills, by the river near Nanhai Town, as the giant creature flapped its wings and landed, a group of warlocks from the Shadow Council headed by Gul'dan finally returned to the hills after a long distance.

Zuluhid, the chief of the Dragonmaw clan, sent a red dragon to send off them. That guy, who was evaluated by Orgrim as the chief of both snakes and rats, did not have the guts to confront Gul'dan after all.

But it was impossible for a red dragon to carry the two clans under Gul'dan all the way.

The die-hard members of the Shadow Council, the Stormrage Clan and the Twilight's Hammer Clan, are returning to the hilly areas through the battlefields of the Hinterlands as quickly as possible.

Thanks to Orgrim Doomhammer's siege in the Tirisfal region, the human legions of the Hinterlands have withdrawn. The Wildhammer dwarves alone cannot stop the full passage of the two clans.

It would take nearly three thousand elites from those two clans about three days to reach Nanhai Town and join Gul'dan and his party.

Where's the Blood Demon?

Gul'dan was hunched over and carrying an ordinary bone staff. He had injured his leg when he was young, so he always walked with a limp.

Coupled with the generally hunched posture of the orcs, from behind, the aging Gul'dan really does not pose a threat at all.

But you can’t just take things by their appearance.

The great warlock stood by the river in the dark night. He looked around and did not find his other disciple, one of the top leaders of the Shadow Council, Talon Bloodfiend.

That guy should be here to greet them.

Go find it!

The great warlock waved his hand and gave an order in a casual tone.

The Shadow Council bastards around him immediately summoned a demon hound that was covered in scales, looked ferocious, had no eyes, and had only weird tentacles to search for traces of the person who was supposed to be the responder.

Soon, a warlock came back with a letter in animal skin. He handed it to Gul'dan, who took one look in his hand and sneered.

Haha, Tarongor is indeed my most proud disciple. He has mastered the cunning skills I taught him. At this moment, he actually wants to hedge his bets.

Honorable Gul'dan, the Blood Demon betrayed us. He took the death knight to support Orgrim's war! He should have supported us!

Another warlock cursed fiercely.

But Gul'dan glanced at him and immediately shut his mouth.

That's okay. A qualified warlock should be as cunning as him and never place his hopes on the promises of others.

Gul'dan lit a ball of fel fire and burned the animal skin letter.

He looked at Nanhai Town in the night and said without interest:

“One more of him, one less of him, it doesn’t matter.

Go to Nanhai Town and collect the ships we need, the strongest ones.

Bring enough supplies.

When the clan elites arrive, we will go to sea immediately! There is no time to delay. If we are targeted by the human admiral, there will be too much trouble on our journey.

Curse those damn Kul Tirans!