Shadow Trails in Azeroth

What were you busy with just now? You didn't respond to my call immediately. If I didn't know your character, I almost thought you had finally made up your mind and abandoned me.

On the second floor of the Red Jack Tavern, Black spoke to his loyal servants.

His irresponsible guess immediately drew a dissatisfied rebuttal from Xal'atath.

Miss Void Essence shouted loudly:

How could you humiliate me like this? My little master, my loyalty to you is evident from time to time! I was just busy dealing with the Dragon Mother and settling down.

Huh? Have you arrived at Blackstone Mountain?

Blake asked in surprise:

Is it that fast?

Of course.

Xalatas proudly whistled like a female gangster and said:

With your advance warning, I was already prepared to evacuate. The dragon mother also praised my keenness and determination. I have completely gained the trust of this poor old dragon mother.

As long as Nefarian is taken care of next, the entire Black Dragon Legion will fall into my hands.

Ha, this period of time reminds me of the happy old days.

In those days, I was not as virtuous as I am with you now. At that time, I was addicted to spreading darkness and despair, and harvesting those depraved and miserable souls.

Now that I'm back to my old job, I still feel a sense of accomplishment.

Nefarian is not as easy to deal with as you think. The Black Dragon Prince inherited Deathwing's ambition, but he is also more cunning and cunning.

Like other black dragons, it will not regard Deathwing's failure as a disaster from the sky.

Someone as ambitious as it would only regard it as the beginning of its own era.

Black expressed pessimism about Xal'atath's blind optimism.

He was now using Xalatath's void power to place a void mark on the trembling second lieutenant of the Void Revenge Army, Shervoz, who was kneeling in front of him.

As the pirate said before, this void mark will continuously absorb the power of the void and inject it into the energy body of the void spirit. If it cannot get rid of it within a year, this miserable guy will be completely transformed into a void life.

For Void Spirit, who is an energy body, that is an extremely terrible fate.

What's even more tragic is that in front of a void essence of Xal'atath's level, this guy who is extremely resistant to the power of the void is completely unable to resist.

It could only accept its fate of serving pirates.

But what happened to it did not arouse anyone's curiosity or attention.

Even the little murloc no longer paid attention to this little person. Black was busy chatting with Sataras about the Black Dragon Legion and did not have much time to pay attention to his new cannon fodder.

Nefarian will not give in so easily, even if the Dragon Mother is here, and for Sinestra, it is not certain who she trusts more between her son and daughter.

Black said to Xal'atath:

In the past many years, the Black Dragon Legion has operated in hiding under the leadership of Nefarian. When Deathwing did not show up, Nefarian was the real number two figure.

Its reputation in the Black Dragon Legion is unmatched by you.

Even if you save those down-and-out black dragons, once you conflict with them, there will definitely be no good results.

Therefore, don't be so tough when facing it. If the black dragon prince disagrees with the migration of the black dragon, there is no need to fight with him. Just take the black dragon that obeys you to Draenor.

No, no, no, little master, I admit that your dark wisdom makes sense, but believe me, Nefarian has to obey me this time!

Xal'atath let out a short and weird laugh, and she vowed:

“Before, I wasn’t so sure that I could subdue it, but during this early warning and transfer process, after I gained the true trust of the Dragon Mother, I already learned a secret from her.

I didn't have to persuade the black dragons to come with me to Draenor.

That world is their destination!

Miss Void Essence laughed and said:

Before Deathwing went to Dalaran to cause trouble, it learned from that idiot Red that the world of Draenor was not dead yet, so he sent his servants to inform the Dragon Mother.

Sinestra was asked to take the various dragon eggs that the Black Dragon Legion had collected over thousands of years to the world of Draenor, where she would corrupt the eggs with Void blood and hatch them out as new members of the Black Dragon Legion.

Deathwing is just like you, young master.

You both saw the potential in the world of Draenor, and you both made the same choice.

This can only be said to be that heroes think alike.

hehe.

Now we are following the orders of Deathwing to recruit the remaining black dragons in Blackrock Tower to join this operation. What's the use of Nefarian's high reputation?

Do the black dragons still dare to resist the orders of Deathwing and the Mother of Dragons?

It's true that it won't resist, but you also underestimate Nefarian a little too much.

Blake still wasn't too optimistic.

He reminded:

What Deathwing designed and executed after the War of the Ancients was not just the evil plan to corrupt the dragon eggs. As far as I know, Nefarian also had a secret order from his father.

It had every reason to reject the call-up.

Therefore, I still advise you not to have too much confidence.

But try to remove the black dragons under its command as much as possible, the more the better.

The fewer black dragons there are in Blackstone Mountain, the more Nefarian will have to rely on Red and his orthodox tribe. If everything goes smoothly, maybe even Lord Nefarian will be used by us in the end.

Go, my servant.

Wish you all the best.

Well, it's up to me.

Xal'atas replied confidently, and then said:

Beyond the barrier between the two worlds after crossing the Dark Portal, the connection between me and my little master cannot be so close. It may take me several days to respond to your call.

But I don't want to see my beloved little master in crisis.

Therefore, I will open up to you the half of the void power I left in your body. With your smart little mind, you should have learned how to use it after seeing me use it so many times.

But don’t get too immersed in the dark warmth of the void

I'm too far away from you, little master.

If you are in trouble, I can't rush back to rescue you right away.

In addition, the remains of the first batch of black dragons killed in the battle have been secretly buried by my tribe in the Obsidian Holy Land. The owner can pick them up if he has time.

All are very fresh materials.

Say hello to the Nagfar for me, and don’t forget to remember my kindness when she enjoys the ‘delicious meal’ I brought, hehehe.

In a long string of seductive and charming laughter, Xal'atath made a wet sound of kissing goodbye, and she disappeared into the pirate's ears.

On the character card in front of Blake, the divine power of Xalatath Legacy of the Void in the divine power column has also entered an active state. As Miss Void Essence said, this is the self-protection she left for Blake. Power.

I'd be crazy to use it

The pirates scoffed.

He whispered:

The best way to resist temptation is not to touch it in the first place. If I want to resist the all-round corrosion of the void, I am still barely interested.

Oops, if I didn't know what kind of guy you are, I would really be deceived by your sweet words.

Xal'atath, Xal'atath.

If you want to get me, you have to work harder.

——

That night, after attending the celebration banquet at Wyrmrest Temple and accepting the commendations from the three dragon kings, the energetic Prince Arthas Menethil, accompanied by his two attendants, used the blue dragon to The portal traveled from the Dragonbone Wilds of the distant Northrend continent to the Southern Xinjiang city of the Eastern Continent in an instant.

This is the heart of the Kingdom of Stormwind, the core of the rule of House Wrynn, and Stormwind City surrounded by the lush Elwynn Forest.

Ah, Stormwind! The last time I was here I was a baby.

Arthas walked out of the mage tower in the mage area, which had been mostly rebuilt, and stood at the top of the spiral staircase, looking at the entire Stormwind City.

The reconstruction of this city that was destroyed by the orcs has not yet been completed. On the edge of the city, you can still see densely built scaffolding and busy workers.

The city's occupancy rate is not high, and many original city dwellers still live in Westfall, Goldshire, or the Eastvale Lumber Camp.

The king planned to invite his people to return to their hometown after the city was rebuilt, but some civilians who were called returned early, and occasionally went to the construction site of the Masons Brotherhood to help lay ashes and move a few bricks.

In this way, we can contribute to our country and our new life.

Varian has ruled his city well.

Alsace sighed.

The two guards behind him also nodded in agreement.

Although the city in front of us is not as prosperous as Lordaeron, considering that the city was in ruins a year ago, the fact that it can be restored to this state now proves the ability of the rulers of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

Come on, let's go meet Varian first.

The little prince glanced at the box tied with a bow in his hand. He quickly walked down the wizard's tower, rented three horses from the wizards, followed the road along the edge of the city's river, and after ten minutes of galloping, he arrived at the tiles. Stormwind Keep where Rhian Wrynn lives.

King Varian, who had been notified in advance by the mages, and his loyal intelligence chief were waiting at the fortress gate to greet him.

Seeing Alsace coming, a smile appeared on the young king's face. He strode forward and gave his little brother a warm hug when Alsace jumped off his horse.

Then he patted him on the shoulder and said:

I heard Archmage Marin say that you did something big in the abandoned dwarf city in the wetlands! He said that you saved the Red Dragon Queen and destroyed the Dragonmaw clan?

Well done!

I knew that you would have a legendary life. This is the beginning of your legend. Come on, come to my study and tell me this legendary story.

Maybe we could walk and talk.

Arthas laughed, his expression became serious, he handed the wooden box in his arms to Varian with both hands, and said proudly:

I did it! I carried out the justice I swore. This is the first cleansing of Marshal Lothar's grievances. It won't be the last, I promise!

Um?

Varian took the box doubtfully, opened it and took a look. The black head placed inside made the king's expression serious. Shore stepped forward to check and quickly identified the head through the assassin's method.

Jorach Ravenholdt.

He whispered something into the king's ear, and Varian nodded.

The young king looked at Alsace who was standing upright in front of him. He grinned and didn't say much. He just patted Alsace on the shoulder from behind.

Then let's go.

A team of Storm Guards brought the horse for the king. He got on his horse and said to Arthas:

It's still a long way from Stormwind to Northshire Abbey. We can reach the Abbey before dark and stay there tonight.

You can tell Marshal Lothar what you are thinking.

I will stay with you.

I'll be fine if I go alone.

Alsace also got on his horse, grinned and said softly:

I heard your fiancée is in the city. You should probably spend more time with her.

Where did you learn dirty talk?

Varian glared at him and said:

Tiffany will understand my broken appointment tonight. She is a very sensible and generous girl. I will arrange a private banquet tomorrow morning to formally introduce you to her.

Do you want to go back to Northern Xinjiang?

I won't go back.

Alsace stretched himself on the horse and said:

I'm going to stay here for a while, maybe a dozen days, and then I'm going to start my journey. They said I can come back in half a year.

But I think it may take longer.

Someone told me very interesting information and I am going to start my adventure. Oh, by the way, I almost forgot about this!

The little prince took out the scroll from his horse pocket and threw it to Xiao. He said:

This is the letter that Master Black asked me to give to you, Lord Shore. He said that you will be ecstatic after reading it. In addition, this battle of Grim Batol was also planned by Master Black himself.

I finally saw the daunting dark wisdom of that master. How could I dare to provoke him like that before? I'm really lucky that I wasn't tricked by him.

Blake?

Xiao raised his eyebrows. He was riding a war horse, a few positions behind the king. He opened the scroll on the horse, glanced at it carefully, and then sighed helplessly.

He whispered to Varian:

Your Majesty, I may need to take a long leave in half a month.

Um?

The young king was stunned for a moment, and he asked with concern:

What happened?

No, it's just that my 'Master Trial' is about to begin.

Shore handed Varian the scroll.

The king took a quick look and asked again:

Hasn't Ravenholdt been destroyed by Master Black and his friends? Why is this 'Master Trial' still preserved?

All that was destroyed was the rotten and dark Ravenholdt, Your Majesty.

Shore explained softly:

But those beautiful traditions belonging to assassins have not been abolished. Obviously, our Lord the Uncrowned One believes that the Master Trial is one of these 'virtues'.

I must go to the place of trial as he requested.

I have to complete this trial to prove MI7's status in the assassin circle.

There is also the lost honor of the Shore family, which I must also take back with my own hands.

Well, I support you.

Varian nodded and said:

Choose some for you from the weapons and armor collected by House Wrynn, Shore, you deserve it.

His Majesty.

Shore sighed and said:

Please read this letter patiently. His last words are for you.

The intelligence director said helplessly:

It's not free for Black to help kill Jorachi Ravenholdt. The fact that this head is sent to Marshal Lothar means that we have to pay a reward for it.

This was indeed the Marshal's belated justice.

But this justice comes with a price tag.

ah?

Varian hurriedly picked up the scroll and turned it to the end. The amount made the king feel pain. He curled his lips and said:

It's really expensive to ask him to take action.

The king sighed.

Alsace beside him whispered:

Don't be afraid, Varian. I know that the Kingdom of Stormwind is financially tight, so I wrote a letter to my sister. The Kingdom of Lordaeron will also pay two-thirds of the reward for this justice.

“Also, it’s a bit expensive, but it’s well worth the money.”