Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1073 169. A Night Around the Fireplace · The Adventure Story of Old Fording (Part 1)

  The Silithus incident ended like a dream too good to be true.

Especially for the garrison warriors of Cenarion Fortress, although they also lost a lot of their comrades in the battle last night, the thought of the thousand-year garrison ending at dawn is enough to bring the most ruthless warriors to death. tears.

   Finally, there is no need to continue to be stationed in this ghost place!

   Finally no need to stay here to eat sand.

   This big desert may be a terrible place for others, but it is a complete **** for the night elves who love forests and nature.

   Now that the shadow of the Qiraji Empire has dissipated, Cenarion Fortress may still be kept, but there is no need to garrison so many people here, and most of the soldiers will be transferred back to the better environment of Feralas jungle.

   This is no fantasy.

   The High Priest of the Moon, who was resting in the fortress, has announced the good news. Because of the taming of the qiraji, the great desert of Silithus will become a "breeding house" for the xenogeneic insects.

The   Druids will send special personnel to receive here, and the Sentinel warriors who are guarding the frontier for the Kaldorei will retreat to the southern base camp of the Silverwing Sentinel Corps in batches in the next two months.

   This news is enough to make the entire fortress beaming, and some warriors who are tortured by the desert and want to die have even begun to pack their bags.

   Nobody likes this place, except Big Bad Blake Shaw.

   This is really sad news.

   in every sense.

   "Then, the agreement is signed, Your Excellency Commander."

  In the office of the boss of Cenarion Fortress, Black, wearing a classic pirate outfit, reached out and signed his name on the bark scroll in front of him.

   He looked up at the serious-looking local commander, General Marris, and said:

   "The Uncrowned will send someone to receive Cenarion Fortress as soon as possible. The name will not be changed here, and we will not expel the Druids, but from now on, this fortress will belong to the Uncrowned."

   "Of course, this is the order of the high priest, and we are also willing to offer our goodwill to Kaldorei's friends."

   General Marris is an Elf veteran.

   There is a scar on his face that destroys the elegance of the elf, which is said to have been left in the battle of quicksand, but this scar makes the tall elf warrior in front of him more courageous.

   He said to Black in a soldierly crisp tone:

   "Your contribution to Kalimdor will be passed down in the Sentinel Legion, and all the soldiers in this fortress and all the elves who have been buried here for thousands of years should thank you for your wisdom.

   Of course, we rarely meet friends who are so generous.”

   Having said this, Marlis shrugged and said with a smile:

   "I can't understand why this tattered fortress built in the middle of the desert is so valuable to you, your bid is more than five times that of those goblins.

The    Sentinel Corps could not refuse such generosity.

   I'm curious, what did you plan to use it for when you bought Cenarion Fortress? "

   "I will use it to build a palace for me."

  Blake coughed and looked out the window, and said solemnly:

   "An Assassin's palace built in the heart of an isolated great desert.

  Only those true assassins who have the most courage and wisdom, are not afraid of life and death, and have a certain creed in their hearts, can they travel through the vast desert and reach the temple of the Uncrowned.

   This would be an alternative choice.

  My story will be given a mysterious and legendary color because of this, and my reputation among assassins will once again rise to the top. Don't laugh, Your Excellency, that's what I really planned.

  This will be the base camp of the Uncrowned in Kalimdor.

  I know the wind in this desert is rough enough to hone true strength and elevate the will to the creed of the soul. "

   "Well, that sounds pretty good."

  General Marris had a hard time understanding the weird idea of ​​the big pirate in front of him. He could only give a perfunctory compliment, and then personally sent the "rich man" out of his office.

   This general obviously doesn't like the place where he has been staying for a thousand years. The joy on the corners of his eyebrows can't be concealed from Black, and His Excellency the General is also ready to evacuate here.

   It is said that this general has a beautiful priestly wife.

  Any good husband would never let his wife stay in the desert to waste the best youth, so Lord Marris simply agreed to Black's request to spend money to buy Cenarion Fortress, perhaps for love?

  Tsk tsk, this is really touching.

   "My little master, have you taken a fancy to someone else's wife again?"

  Xalatas whispered in Black's ear:

   "I saw that elf priest just now, so it's so-so, except for the holy smell on his body, not even a finger of Sefir.

  You really like this evil tone. "

   "No, I'm just complaining, it's just that you think too much."

  The pirate had a wooden face and replied in his heart:

   "And don't bring the topic to Sefir, I know you're uncomfortable thinking that Sefir stole your toys, but we've agreed."

   "Hey, who would be uncomfortable? You underestimate me too."

   Xalatas said coldly:

"She can take clothes of that level if she wants. I can get better ones at any time, just treat them as I gave her. Besides, I have to win over Sefir, so as to be able to get in touch with those who hate it. Maiev has the upper hand in the battle."

   "I think you haven't been beaten enough."

  Blake spit out:

"Want to be 'loved' by the Moon God again, right? I warn you, if you play it off again this time, I won't re-enter Ulduar or Nazjatar to kill an ancient **** to save you. .

  I owe Odin a huge favor. You know, favor debt is the hardest to pay. "

   "What is owed favors?"

   Xalatas said dissatisfiedly:

   "You helped him kill C'Thun, which was something the Titan Guardians couldn't do together, and you made Odin truly a legend of his clan.

   It is he who owes you favor.

   But speaking of it, little master, I should have told you.

   I got some small 'surprises' from C'Thun's power. I heard that Tyrande is developing a relationship with her new pet, I can try to confuse her with the will of the swarm in reverse.

  My dear little master.

   Want to try Tyrande tonight? Why don't you help me make her a 'new dress'? How exciting. "

"Um"

  Black glanced at the desert night at dusk, and said:

   "Don't you realize that the moonlight is especially bright tonight? I mean, don't pull me to death, if I touch Tyrande with a finger, you and I will both die here.

   Stop making this hellish joke, Elune is staring at me, and she's staring at you. I don't think you've been able to hide from Lady Pale that you stole some of the will of the swarm from C'Thun. "

   "Yes, it's too risky to do so."

   Xal'atas said solemnly:

   "Then let's change the target. How about Lireza Windrunner? She also has a Qiraji worm as a pet, which is much easier. I just need to move it slightly and she will be able to do it tonight."

   "Please, let me be quiet for a while."

  Black covered his eyes and said:

   "I'm starting to regret waking you up. Ah, I finally remember why I resisted you in the first place. Use your evil in the right place, okay?"

   "Order received! Evil Mode on!"

  Xalatas changed her serious tone and said to Black:

   "The blue dragon prince that you and the idiot little Xingxing rescued has a fragment of C'Thun's will on his body. It's still a big piece, and I don't think it even found it.

   But it is likely to become C'Thun's will carrier in the future.

   Just like the state I was hiding in the Blade of the Dark Empire.

  I can feel your killing intent towards Aregos, little master, why don't we do it now? "

   "No, keep it."

  Blake coughed and showed a perfect smile to the great knight, Old Fording, who was walking in front of him. He said hello to Fording who was in a good mood, and said in his heart:

   "Before Aregos was dealt with, I made a prophecy and arranged a destiny for it. That guy who desires power will be the stepping stone for the little star to achieve greatness.

   It's a little star's trouble, not mine. "

   "Yo, I'm in a good mood, Lord Fording."

  The pirate waved his hand and said to old Fording with a smile:

   "Did you pick up money? Seeing how happy you are, you picked up at least a thousand gold coins, right?"

   "No money found."

  Old Fording shook his head.

  Because of Black's suggestion to retrieve the Lightcasting Ritual and save the Crown Prince Fao from the fate of death, the great knight now has a good sense of pirates.

   He waved his hand and let the pirate look at some of the glittering worm emblems in his hand, and said:

   "I just found something interesting, my son Tyran is aspiring to be a naturalist, and he'll love these worm emblems that can only be found in Silithus.

   It was the best birthday present he could get. "

"Uh"

  Black glanced at the emblem in Fording's hand, and he said awkwardly:

   "Well, I think your desire to be a good father is great, but your gift-picking skills are a little off. The qiraji use these statues as part of an evil ritual to please their dark gods.

   Although C'Thun is dead now, these sculptures are still wrapped in fragments of the void, which may be difficult for a paladin like you to perceive, but to me, the dark aura they exude is terrifying.

   I think, something like this may not be suitable for children.

   I mean, I understand that there are strict requirements for boys, but I need to train little Tyrann's willpower to face the corruption of the void, at least wait until he is older, right? "

"Um!"

   Fording's face changed, and the moment he clasped his fingers, the few insect-human statues in his hand that he had spent so much effort to find were instantly destroyed by the fire of holy light in his palm.

   As Blake said, the flames emitted when those emblems were lit were lavender.

"Ha ha"

  The Great Knight smiled awkwardly, and was about to change the subject when he saw Blake shaking his head, took out a red Qiraji crystal from his suitcase, and stuffed it into his hand.

   "Birthday gifts are what children look forward to the most in a year, so they can't be given away casually."

  The smelly pirate picked up his pipe and said to Fording:

   "Hey, let's take this as a gift from Little Tyran's Uncle Black.

The Qiraji eggs are sealed in this resonance crystal, and they only need to be placed in warm soil to hatch. This kind of riding insect is specially trained by the Qiraji to be a mount. It has a docile and loyal personality and is alive and well for a long time.

  It can be used as a hunting dog when necessary.

   Don't worry about it hurting the little ones, I think it's cool to have a riding bug as a pet as a kid instead of a normal dog.

   This is enough to make Xiao Tailan the most beautiful boy in his age.

  This is my carefully selected red riding bug, you know, red is a status symbol. "

   "It's too expensive, I can't"

  The Great Knight was about to decline when he saw the stinky pirate in front of him take out a large number of colorful resonance crystals from his bag, and turned to give them to Grand Duke Mograine who just passed by behind him.

   Even the rhetoric remains the same.

  Say what Uncle Black gave Barabara, the birthday present to little Reynolds and little Dalyan.

The Grand Duke    was quite forthright. Not only did he not refuse, he even asked the stinky pirate for more, saying that he wanted to take it back to the orphans and children in Lordain Monastery as a Halloween present.

   This scene made the corners of Old Fording's eyes jump, and he put the red crystal in his bag unceremoniously. When he went back, he said that the old father had worked so hard to find it in the desert, and his good son would definitely like it.

   As for what Uncle Black

  嘁.

  Children should stay away from bad guys, do you understand?

   "Hey, why is the Great Knight's face so bad?"

  Blake chatted with Grand Duke Mograine for a while, and after discussing the education of the two sons of the Mograine family, he looked back at Old Fordring.

   He seemed to see through the "dark thoughts" of the Paladin, and asked jokingly.

Fording waved his hand and was about to speak, when he saw that Blake took out an exquisite frosted warhammer from his bag, like a magic trick, in a typical bug-man style, with exquisite carvings of desert beetles, but it was very small. Adult use is like a flying hammer.

   But it is just right as a training warhammer for children.

   "Hey, this is a birthday present from Earl Fordring for his son, but it's a good thing I found in Emperor Qiraji's treasury, and I've cleaned the air from it.

   It's the best gift for a stinky child who wants to do great things. "

  Black put the small warhammer into Fording's hand, patted the shoulder of the big knight again, and said:

   "Now that the gifts have been sent, and the greetings are over, I will not hide my thoughts, Lord Knight, I am very interested in your experience in the world of Draenor.

   For the sake of the birthday present I prepared for your child, please share your story.

   I will not hide it from you. I have no eyeliner in that world. The first-hand information you have is very useful to me. We can benefit each other. I paid for it. You will definitely not disappoint me, right? "

   He glanced at the sky and said:

   "It won't be too long, this conversation must be over before you start your evening prayers."

  PS:

   This month's update will be on the 11th, chapter 20. Let me save my manuscripts, so stay tuned.

   (end of this chapter)