Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1247 343. You must have a golden toilet to have that smell--[1225]

   "Zera's will is fading. He needs to rest now. He may sleep for a day or two, but when he wakes up, you will see the steadfast and benevolent child king again."

  In the king's bedroom in Stormwind Fortress, Black put away his black and white swords, and glanced at Varian Wrynn, who was sleeping on the bed supported by Shaw and Vol'jin.

   He said to Queen Tiffin Arianne, who was standing beside him with a worried expression:

   "Your husband is a strong-willed person. Although he heard the voices from the stars, he was not disturbed too much, but it was fortunate that he sought medical treatment in time.

   After all, what he faced was not a weak corrupted void or a strange magical echo, and the inducement of justice and light was always more dangerous than naked darkness.

   But after this incident, Varian's understanding of holy light is estimated to be a step closer, he will understand the balance of light and shadow.

   This is an unexpected good thing. "

   "Thank you for your help, Lord Black."

  As the king's bedside, the queen understands the influence of the voice in Her Majesty Varian's heart on him recently. Many kings who can't sleep at night will pray sincerely in the prayer room all night.

   For a paladin, such behavior is not outrageous, and is appreciated.

   But the problem is, Varian is not just a pure paladin.

  A king who is so sincere only makes everyone around him feel terrified. Throughout the short history of mankind, what happens when kingship is controlled by faith is really disturbing.

   "You should also observe him more."

  The pirate turned to Shore again and said:

   "If you have any questions, you can send me a letter, use the old Garni 'special express', and I will contact you as soon as possible. Well, I won't stay here any longer, and I'm in a hurry to go to other places.

  Is it arranged at Northshire Abbey? "

   "Well, the carriage is waiting outside."

   Shore whispered to Black:

   "Don't use your phoenix, which can only brighten your eyes. It will cause unnecessary attention and confusion. Every day, many pilgrims from the Northshire Abbey come to pay homage to His Majesty Lothar's coffin.

   There are too many people there, there is no harm in keeping a low profile. "

   "As expected of you, you thought of everything for me."

  Blake laughed and made an OK gesture to Shaw. He turned and left the palace, which was simply surprising, especially Shaw, who looked at the pirate who left.

   What happened to this guy today?

   After doing something, you don’t even talk about compensation? Did he change his temper or take the wrong medicine?

   But the next moment, Shaw understood.

  Blake is not for nothing.

   He must have reached a private agreement with His Majesty the King, either he has already received the return, or he has left it in the form of a debt of gratitude for later use.

   Think about it too, how could a guy like Black be able to trade at a loss? I just don't know what kind of agreement he has reached with His Majesty Varian? Will it have a bad influence on Stormwind Kingdom?

  Shaw thought so, his eyes fell on the sleeping king again, and a comfortable smile appeared on Varian's cheek in a deep sleep, as if he had dreamed of something beautiful in his dream.

   It had been a long time since a young king had such a smile.

  Perhaps, Black really removed the biggest trouble in his heart for him.

   As expected of a stinky pirate, he is reliable in his work.

   On Black's side, after being "escorted" out of the palace by the royal guards, he took a low-key carriage specially arranged by MI7 and drove all the way out of the city along the lively city streets in the afternoon.

  Shore also thoughtfully arranged a "guide" for Blake.

   "Has MI7's grade requirements for recruiting spies and agents have dropped so low now?"

   The pirate sitting in the carriage looked up and down the little girl in the spy's leather armor. He raised his eyebrows and said:

   "You are at most thirteen years old this year."

   "I was twelve years old."

   The little girl spy sitting opposite Black corrected:

   "But don't underestimate me just because I'm young, Master Black, I've done three reconnaissance missions and one assassination mission brilliantly."

   She clapped a long-barreled musket with a dwarf scope by her hand, and proudly said to the pirate:

   "If it goes on like this, I can become an 'index finger' by next year."

   "Your name is Anbo?"

  Blake narrowed his eyes and threw a scout at the little girl in front of him. The information returned made the pirates frown. He said:

   "Amber Gilney?"

   "Huh! How do you know?"

  The very proud little girl said in surprise:

   "I also specially changed other people's nameplates on my body, just to avoid revealing my identity, that's what my father taught me, but they all said that you are a very powerful prophet.

   I kind of believe it now.

   Can you really see a person's future? "

   The little girl blinked and looked at Blake with an innocent face, but her hand was always on the sniper rifle beside her, which meant that this girl had vigilance beyond her age.

   "Oh, it turned out to be a family background."

  The pirate didn't care about a girl's vigilance and temptation. He glanced at Xiao Anbo's sniper rifle and said:

   "This kind of high-precision sniper rifle specially designed for long-range assassination cannot be made in Stormwind City. From the inscription on the scope, it can be seen that it was made by a dwarf gunsmith.

  Having such a weapon proves that you have an extraordinary origin. It just so happens that I still understand the situation of the R8 unit under MI7. It is not difficult to know your name and identity.

   Also, about fate.

  I can't actually see the future of everyone, because most people's life and death will not have any impact on their fate, only some special people.

   They will be favored by fate and given peculiar 'duties', because of what they have done, they will leave their own traces in the past and the future.

   When facing these people, the prophets can often use their lives to peek into the future world.

   But there are very few such people.

   Fewer people can be seen from a few hundred meters away in the scope than when you are on a mission. "

   "Is that so?"

  Xiao Anbo nodded. She felt that what the pirate prophet said was quite reasonable. Her father, who had participated in many wars, and now retired told her so.

  On the battlefield, only a few people can become heroes, and most of them are cannon fodder.

   "So am I one of those special people?"

   The powerful little girl tilted her head and looked at Blake, and she asked expectantly:

   "Will my existence and my future affect the fate of this world? Can I do great things and become a hero in the future?"

"you guess?"

  Black also tilted his head and replied, causing Xiao Anbo to frown immediately.

   She has a straightforward personality and hates this kind of riddleman behavior, but as a spy, she knows that the answer means that Black does not want to discuss this issue.

  The carriage was quiet.

   Soon it drove out of the city and into the countryside of Elwynn Forest, following an uneven road to Goldtown, and then taking a different route from Goldtown to Northshire Abbey deep in the forest.

   "How many people are there?"

  Blake looked out the car window. He saw a lot of dusty travelers in Shining Gold Town. Many people were sitting outside the hotel eating, as if they didn't want to waste a moment.

  The famous Lion King's Pride Hotel also specially prepared tables and chairs for these travelers outside the hotel. From the traces on those tables, it can be judged that they have been used many times.

   This proves that the number of travelers to and from the town of Gold is quite staggering.

   When the carriage left the town and entered the forest road to the Northshire Abbey, the pirates saw a lot of people resting in the forest, and there were many tents on the flat ground among the trees, which looked like a hiking camp.

   But for the observant pirate, he obviously sees more.

   "Those with swords are travelers from the Azola region, those with tall hats are Gilneans, and those with thick hair are from Alterac, and those with high noses are from Lordaeron.

   Even the salty old sailors of Kul Tiras and the elven far-striders."

  Blake, who was sitting in the carriage, was amazed, and he said to Ambo in front of him:

   "Are these people all here to visit the coffin of Losar?"

"Um."

When    mentioned this issue, the little girl's expression became serious. She said with a tone of condolences to the great man:

   "Since Marshal Lothar's coffin was returned to Northshire Abbey, there has been a steady stream of pilgrims from all over, mostly retired soldiers and loners who lost their families in the war.

   And some who were rescued by Marshal Lothar came to give thanks.

  Northshire Abbey now receives nearly 1,000 visitors every day. The king once asked Shining Gold Town to provide these travelers with necessary carriages and food, but they refused.

   They consider their journey sacred, which requires them to walk with their feet to the marshal's coffin to express their gratitude and respect to the great men of mankind.

  Many people came all the way from their hometowns, and I also heard that some people died on the road, but this did not stop more pilgrims from all over, just to see the marshal.

   will not be human, many times you will also see dwarves, gnomes and elves. "

   Having said this, the little girl also bit her lip, and she whispered:

   "I used to go to the monastery a lot when I was a child. At that time, I couldn't understand the concept of 'Holy Land', but now every time I come here and see these sincere people, I will be full of respect for His Excellency the Marshal.

   Northshire Abbey was once again a holy place because of him. "

Black nodded and didn't say much. He just looked out the car window at the tired but silent travelers. After driving into the forest for half an hour, they were still nearly two kilometers away from the monastery, but Black Already saw three queues of people waiting.

   They were waiting for the opportunity to enter the monastery.

As Anbo said, the small North County Abbey now receives nearly 1,000 people every day. It is completely understandable to form such a long queue. At this speed, people at the end of the queue need to wait at least three days to enter. in the monastery.

   Those camping in the forest had to wait longer.

  There are veterans wearing leather armor and unique badges outside the queue to maintain order, but no one is making trouble here. There is almost silence in such a long queue, and everyone has a solemn expression on their faces.

   There were also people chanting poems and songs in a low voice.

   "Brotherhood of Iron Horses"

  Black saw the badges on those veterans, he pursed his lips, and said to An Bo:

   "Isn't this organization disbanded?"

   "It's disbanded."

   The little girl pouted and said:

   "But the veterans didn't want to leave at all, they volunteered for the marshal's wake, and they didn't fall apart even if the kingdom no longer provided them with supplies.

   Every day, hot-blooded guys from all over the world apply to join the Brotherhood of Iron Horses just to inherit the legacy of Marshal Lothar, but only the best of them are eligible to become a member of this glorious group.

  The materials voluntarily donated to the Brotherhood of Iron Horses by people from all over the world have filled more than a dozen warehouses. These veterans are definitely the most prosperous civilian military organization in the Eastern Continent.

   But they handed over all the donations to the monastery and distributed it to the surrounding poor.

   They said this was what the marshal wanted to see. "

   "Stop the carriage and let's walk over."

  Blake suddenly said:

   "At this time, even I don't think it's appropriate to engage in privileges under such circumstances."

   "Are you going to line up?"

   Xiao Anbo said in surprise:

   "At least three days! Aren't you in a hurry?"

   "No, we sneaked in like an assassin."

  The pirate winked at the little girl, reached out to grab her wrist, and jumped into the shadows in the next instant.

   "And my 'Claire'!"

   The little girl screamed:

   "That was given to me by my dad."

   "You name your sniper rifle? Does it respond to you when you call it?"

  In the shadows, the stinky pirate looked at the little girl in surprise and made a joke.

  An Bo frowned and said:

   "Claire can't talk, of course, but he'll use bullets to greet those nasty people who laugh at me."

   "Then you are miserable. When I call for my sword, they will say good morning to me."

  The pirate laughed, reached out and threw the rifle named "Claire" to Xiao Anbo, scratched her head again, and said:

   "As expected of the person who has the future on his shoulders, he has been so different and promising since he was a child."

   "Wow, you finally said it!"

   was wrapped in a shadow curtain by Black, and Anbo, who quickly went to the Northshire Abbey, said to the pirates with joy:

   "So, I'm one of those unique people too, right? Can you tell me what kind of big things I'll do in the future?"

"can not say."

  The pirate reached out his hand and made a silent gesture, saying:

   "The future is ineffective, but I can remind you that no matter what you do, no matter where you are, you must stay away from the sewers.

  You will become a very powerful assassin, I have seen that future. "

"Uh-huh."

   The little girl who got the information of one scale and half claw is very satisfied.

   She also felt that such things in the future should not be known, otherwise it would be very boring.

   Under the leadership of Black, the little spy who was supposed to be the guide followed him all the way into the well-ordered Northshire Abbey. In the hall where the Holy Coffin of Losar was stored, a group of elf couples just visited and left.

When the pirates stepped in, the two Valkyries guarding the holy coffin raised their golden spears with red ribbons in unison, but when they saw Blake emerge from the shadows, the two were The Valkyries, who were incomparably noble in the eyes of mortals, withdrew their weapons and continued to maintain their duties as guardians of the Holy Spirit.

   "I've never seen Valkyries treat a mortal with such respect."

  Xiao Anbo stared at this scene, she whispered to Blake:

   "So, is it true that you went to Valhalla and had a long talk with the King of War?"

   "They still have to call me 'commander'."

  The pirate shook his head without explaining the problem too much.

   He stepped forward and looked at the holy coffin with golden runes shining in front of him. Odin's power was wrapped around this sleeping bald old man, maintaining his life between life and death.

   The Lothar in front of him was still wearing a military uniform, his body was covered with scars burned by the flames of Deathwing, his hands were on his chest, and he lacked a sword that belonged to him.

   And this terrifying scar did not weaken the majesty of the old man, but made him look like a commander who had just stepped down from the battlefield.

   "The people waiting in line, the loyal and brave Imperial Army, and the guards of the Valkyries. Seriously, transform your holy coffin into a golden toilet and let you sit on it and you'll be alive."

  Blake stroked the holy coffin, causing ripples on the golden streamer.

   he whispered:

   "I hope you've slept enough, I don't know if you can hear you, you're still yearning to end your war, and your people are still calling you.

   They see you as a symbol of hope and justice.

Unfortunately.

   You are not anymore.

   Take your time to rest, old bald man.

  When I come back, you will be busy again, an eternal war is calling you. "

   (end of this chapter)