Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 762 93. The day of the secret agreement——Additional update for Qingying brothers【315】

Saidan Dathrohan looked silently at the body that fell to death in the unsheathed holy light.

The great knight holding the Silver Hand Holy Hammer fell into a strong sense of déjà vu at this moment.

More than a year ago, he seemed to have cooperated with pirates in this way, purifying a batch of disturbing dark things underground in the Tirisfal area.

Black is no longer what he used to be, and the Grand Knight of Dathrohan has also grown in various aspects.

He is no longer the great knight who believed in the Holy Light but had little knowledge. Now he is still sincere, but he also understands that there are disturbing evils hidden in many corners of this world.

Just like this one.

Being hit in the head by a holy object such as the Silver Hand's Holy Hammer, Sister Adrianna, who was transformed into Ke'sir, died miserably.

Most of its brain was dented, as if its skull was broken.

The surging shadow of the void on her body stimulated the explosion of the holy hammer. As a result, the moment she was hit, most of the dirty blood and shadow power in her body was purified by the holy hammer.

To put it simply, it was burnt.

But even so, the flesh and blood tentacles on the chin of the twisted corpse at the feet of the great knight were still twitching nervously, still emitting weird spiritual shocks, trying to disrupt the thoughts of every living thing who saw it.

Such a weak impact is not a problem for the knight who is protected by a sacred object, and the ugly and weird twisted creature in front of him cannot scare the knight's tough mind at all.

But her Tide Priest robe, which was still stained with sea water and dirt, made Dathrohan shudder for a moment.

Blake's dark prediction was correct.

The Tide Sages are a bunch of monsters

A group of humans disguised as humans, no, a group of humans who voluntarily degenerated into monsters!

They believed in the wrong thing, and that heavy belief changed them forever.

This is the evidence His Majesty needs.

The twisted form of this high-level Haixian no longer needs to be explained in words. Anyone who is not blind can see this deep depravity.

A war of faith in the name of saving souls is about to begin, and countless people will die as a result.

This thought came to Dathrohan's mind.

Once the Pope sees such an evil thing, he is destined not to sit idly by and watch. The battle between the Holy Light and the Tide that Blake has been eager to see is about to begin.

Everyone will be involved in this terrible war.

Unless one side falls completely and their degenerate beliefs are completely eradicated from this land, this war with only winners and no losers will never end.

What are you doing!

A scolding interrupted the great knight's thinking.

Blake, who was walking quickly from the sea, fished it out in the water next to him. The power of the ocean given by the tide hunter floated, forming a piece of fluid ice in the hands of the pirate, and he threw it in Adri. On Sister Anna's body, the twisted body was frozen.

After the body dies, the void flesh will enter an uncontrollable and crazy proliferation. If you want to show it to the Pope as evidence, you must pay attention to preserving it.

Either use your holy light, or use a fire to burn it cleanly.

Otherwise, the long-term corrosion of these flesh and blood will make this land barren of grass within a few years. These guys are monsters covered with poisonous bodies, and anything dripping from their bodies is fatal.

Blake looked at the cold ice beneath his feet and said to Dathrohan:

I captured two people alive later, one belongs to the watchers and one belongs to you. I will not participate in the subsequent interrogation or anything else, lest you call me a 'secret operation'.

I give them to you.

I imagine that a fanatical priest like Isilien would be happy to take on the task of interrogating fallen heretics, but it would be best not to do so in Kul Tiras.

This is people's territory.

Blake clapped his hands and said goodbye to the great knight with a relaxed expression:

Okay, I've finished my work here. I will come to you in three days. I hope you have already made a decision by then.

After saying that, he turned around and whistled, and a strong silver armored seahorse jumped out from under the sea, galloping like a real war horse, and rushed to the shore next to Blake.

The pirate turned over and sat on his big sea horse, pulled up the reins like a land knight, and was about to dive into the deep sea.

Where are you going?

The great knight asked.

Blake said without looking back:

Some personal things to do. I have a long trip in three days. I have already planned the time and don't want to delay it, so let's keep it short. You know, I just need an answer.

If the Pope meant what he said that day in Tirisfal Glades that he would not surrender the world to the dark things, I don't think I even have to come back to confirm it again.

But what to say, let’s go through the process.

This way everyone feels at ease.

As the sea fog dissipated, a group of murloc pirates squawked and swam over, leaving the unlucky guy who was about to die, tied up with ropes three layers inside and three outside, on the beach in front of Dathrohan.

The fish people didn't abuse him.

But all the valuables on him had been stripped away by the fishmen who were already very good at robbing.

This guy was stabbed through the chest by Black at the beginning of the battle. He was left with only the breath left, so Dathrohan had to use holy light to heal him in an attempt to restore his life.

But using holy light to treat a void creature is almost like feeding poison.

As soon as the great knight started to heal with the holy light, the dying guy let out a scream, and black smoke like burning came out from all over his body, which frightened the great knight and quickly retracted the holy light.

Just when he was wondering how to hold on to this guy's life, Nat Pagle, who had previously seduced the sea sages for Black, sneakily ran over from the side with a fishing rod in his hand.

It must be useful for The Fish God to be specially arranged here by Blake.

In the past few days, he has been learning shadow magic from Pastor Natalie, and now he can use the unique power of shadow healing without proficiency.

With Nat's help, the prisoner was finally transported back to Waycrest Manor ahead of schedule without any danger.

After the ceremony of the day was over, the old pope returned to the manor where he was staying temporarily and saw the evidence brought back by the great knight. The void flesh and blood form of Xil could not lie.

Alonsus Faol's worst-case scenario was finally confirmed.

This news cannot be leaked!

At this moment, the old pope showed the judgment that a decisive leader should have. He ordered Dathrohan who was guarding the door:

Hand over the prisoner to Pastor Isenlien! Saidan, you and he will immediately use the portal to return to Stratholme, and interrogate the dark thing on the land of the Holy Light far away from the sea sages.

Then invite Lord Merry Winterwind of the Council of Tirisfal to join.

Three days later, before discussing with Blake, I must get a complete report, and you must pry open the mouth of this evil creature! at all costs!

good!

The great knight immediately nodded and asked again:

Do you want to tell Uther about this? And old Earl Waycrest?

I will tell Uther. As for the old earl, keep it secret for the time being.

After thinking about it, the old pope replied:

The problem of Drustvar has nothing to do with the Tide Sages. Before the Knights of Ashes, who are said to have great restraint on dark forces, complete their reconstruction, we cannot risk involving innocent people.

Well, speaking of the Knights of Ashes, I had a discussion with Lord Arthur at the wedding today.

As the soon-to-be Grand Inquisitor of the Knights of Ashes, he is not satisfied with the step-by-step implementation of the ancient doctrines left by his ancestors.

He plans to learn from the training methods of the Knights of the Silver Hand and integrate them with the inheritance of the Ash Knights and Paladins. This is a very meaningful attempt.

I have promised him.

Therefore, after you return, invite Fordring for me to bring a team of paladin instructors to Drustvar to help the Waycrest family rebuild the Knights of Ashes.

Well, Fording might not be able to come.

Dathrohan hesitated.

Although among the three virtues of the Paladin, there is no inability to lie, but deceiving the Pope is always a bad behavior. At this moment, the Grand Knight had no choice but to borrow Blake's art of speaking in a flash of inspiration.

Describing facts in another way without lying to achieve the purpose of distorting the truth.

He said softly:

Before we went to Kul Tiras, Fordring told me that he was going on a journey to serve the Holy Light and understand the power of the Holy Light. This matter is very personal, so I did not tell you about it.

Fording should have set off by now.

How about I invite Turalyon over? Or should I stay here by myself?

Is that so?

The Pope frowned and said:

No, Saidan, you are still responsible for the task of interrogating the Dark Thing. This is very important. Gavin Rad is guarding Marshal Lothar in the Kingdom of Stormwind and cannot easily leave.

Turalyon wanted to put an end to the Battle of Alterac, and he couldn't let go of his mission.

Let Uther do this.

But Uther is responsible for protecting you.

Dathrohan retorted:

After the danger of Kul Tiras has been made clear, I think your personal security force needs to be strengthened. After all, this is the territory of the sea sages.

This is in Drustvar. I am safe here. What's more, you will be back in three days. I have nothing to worry about.

The Pope smiled and said:

Ah, I just want to go to the mountains of Drustvar, roam in the Black Forest, and talk to the believers of the Holy Light. The archmage and hunter spies accompanying us will protect me.

I am not a helpless person myself, so you don’t have to worry about my safety.

Go ahead, Dathrohan, and get this interrogation done as quickly as possible.

The great knight took the order and left. It was already late at night when the old pope finished his prayers in the church.

However, he did not rest. Instead, he put on a simple linen robe and leaned on a pine cane, as if he planned to go out for a walk. This behavior was discovered by the Archmage Modera who accompanied him.

The mage then asked:

Your Majesty the Pope, if you don't sleep at night, do you plan to have a 'private visit'?

No, no, no, I just um, I just want to go to the appointment.

The Pope replied with a smile:

I heard a local story that there is a little girl waiting for guests to attend her tea party. I am going to go and have a chat with her. Can you please accompany me? Archmage.

After all, I am getting old, and my legs and feet are not as flexible as when I was young. I may need your help with teleportation magic.

A little girl's tea party?

Archmage Modera's expression changed, and she said:

Are you talking about little Abby Lewis? That is the most horrifying local supernatural legend. Anyone who is 'invited' to a tea party by her will mysteriously disappear.

That's a pretty dangerous spirit, and I don't recommend taking any chances.

But I have to go.

The Pope said gently but firmly:

I promised one person that I must save this poor little soul. This is the mission and task that the Holy Light guided me to come here. I cannot give up her soul to the darkness.

Ah, this reason is really irresistible.

Archmage Modera sighed helplessly, and she said to the Pope:

Then please wait a moment. I also dabbled in black witchcraft when I was young. Before I leave, I need to prepare some exorcism materials. According to my judgment, the spirit body of the little girl who died tragically decades ago is now It has grown into a terrifying existence.

It may not be difficult for us to kill her.

But if you insist on purifying her, I hope you'll be prepared for a tough fight.

please hurry up.

The Pope raised his head, looked at the moonlight above his head and the darkness around him, and said softly:

She has waited too long. Don't let her spend another indifferent night alone. This is the will of the Holy Light.

——

Three days later, in Waycrest Manor.

Blake, who sneaked in easily, knocked on the door of the Pope's rest room in the chapel, but the person who opened the door for him was a guy who surprised him.

Hey, who are you? Are you here to see old Fao too?

A little girl wearing a Kul Tiran-style green robe tilted her head and looked up at Black, who was speechless. This little girl was quite cute.

Big eyes, long blond hair, and short stature.

But he has a weird look on his face.

In addition, her biggest feature is that she walks floating and her heels never touch the ground, which makes her look like she is dancing.

Plus, she's a spirit.

Why are you so rude? Abby.

Blake also tilted his head, looked down at her, and said:

What? Your unfortunate tea party has been going on for more than fifty years. Have you finally invited a real friend?

Not friends!

Abby Lewis screamed:

Old Fao is the most annoying, he comes uninvited! But my tea party is for young people and children, not for old people. I drove him away, but he is very powerful.

The old woman next to him is so fierce, I'm afraid of her.

Old Fao said he would take me away from my home and take me to a new place to live. He said there were many good people there who would take care of me.

But he is bad!

He purified all the magic power I had accumulated with great difficulty, and even said that he would teach me how to use holy light. Holy light is the most annoying! It's so hot and uncomfortable.

Yeah?

Blake said in a long voice:

But I think, considering that you have destroyed the lives of so many travelers in the past fifty years, you'd better behave. Faao has enough reasons to 'purify' you.

But he kept you ‘alive’.

You should be grateful, you, a vicious little witch who is restless even after death. It was cruel when they burned you to death, but I don’t think you were without any fault.

You tortured those poor people crazy while you were alive.

Hey, those people deserve to die.

Abby crossed her arms and said:

I didn't take away a good person, not one! Otherwise, why are the children not afraid of me, and only the adults are afraid of me? That beautiful big-antlered deer never hurt me.

It also thinks I am righteous.

Only you nosy adults are the most annoying!

Having said that, since you are dead, be honest. Your revenge and resentment have been avenged long ago. The poor Glenbrook Farm was reduced to ruins by your black magic, wasn't it?

Everyone involved in your death has died a tragic death.

Blake reached out and pressed the restless Abby's head, and he said:

If you do bad things again in the future, be careful of the Holy Light spanking you! Now go and call Fao. I'm still busy preparing to go to sea. After talking to him, I should set off.

Going to sea, it sounds very powerful. My uncle was a sailor back then. Unfortunately, his ship was lost in the South China Sea. I still want to find him.

But I couldn't leave the Black Forest at that time.

Abby looked at Blake with wide eyes, and she quickly pretended to be pitiful and said:

Big brother, can you take me to sea with you? Every child in Kul Tiras hopes to have a career at sea, and so do I. I promise I will be good.

I will also curse everyone you don't like to death, turn them into pigs and throw them into the pig pen to make sausages.

I'm very useful, take me with you.

Please.