Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1291 41. You marry my sister, I marry your sister, let's talk about each-[15]

   (To add more updates to the "Sword of Felio"!)

  The draenei's ship, the Exodar, is a frigate of the "Stormhold" fleet of starships that the race uses to traverse the stars to avoid the Burning Legion's attacks.

   This small fleet is not the property of the Draenei, it comes from the black technology of the naaru who have now been "deeply bound" to the Draenei civilization.

  The naaru, headed by Adal, are considered "companion members" of the draenei, although these naaru have existed for much longer than the draenei.

   And this Adal is also a well-known Naaru. According to some gossip, it has had some cooperation and contact with Zera, the Mother of Light, but the two sides finally chose to part ways.

   is probably a division created by different ideas.

  But apart from the draenei, no one else has much interest in the complex past of the "tangrams", and they basically avoid talking about it, appearing very mysterious.

   Back to the "Storm Fortress" fleet.

   This thing sounds very powerful, but in fact, it is completely unable to fight the fleet of the Burning Legion in terms of combat power.

They have been on the run, and they could use the ancient seven Atama crystals to protect the fleet from damage, but more than two hundred years ago, when the draenei drove the fleet to the world of Draenor, something happened. "Little" accident.

   One of the most important energy ships in the fleet, the Ginidal, crashed, making it difficult for the draenei and the naaru to start the fleet and enter the stars.

   This is why the draenei finally chose to spend more than two hundred years in the world of Draenor.

   In addition to the fact that they were too tired to escape and didn’t want to escape, there were real difficulties that could not be solved.

   In short, although the draenei civilization has spaceships that sound cool, cool and unmagical, they are not much different from other civilizations living on the earth.

   They have been unable to return to live among the stars.

   Now, the Exoda spacecraft is flying towards Hellfire Fortress at a constant speed, and the members of the ship are nervously sitting down and preparing to transfer the wounded.

  The death knights at Hellfire Fortress are also preparing to dock with this cool gem spaceship. They need to clear a landing area large enough to allow the spaceship to hover at a low altitude.

   This is also the first time for the living death knights to do it, so it will take a while.

   On the spaceship, the young orc Thrall is taking care of the newly awakened orc warrior Rexxar. Thrall respects this hunter from Mok'Natha.

   Because Rexxar has done something great enough to be recorded in orc history.

   But getting Rexxar, a sullen gourd with severe social phobia, to speak is not an easy task, especially when he is still worried about the safety of his pets.

   "Huh? Why haven't you seen Arthas?"

Thrall did elemental treatment for Rexxar's bear Misha, so he got up and wanted to see his human friend, but he couldn't see Arthas in the hall, which made him a little puzzled .

   Just when the young orc shaman was about to use his magic to find it, he was stopped by the orc assassin Garona who suddenly appeared.

   "Your human friend is busy."

   Garona, wearing a blood-red mask, put an apple into Thrall's hand and said to him:

   "You'd better leave him alone now."

   "What is he busy with?"

   Thrall blinked and said:

   "Is it related to Lord Black? To tell you the truth, Ms. Garona, I have not seen Mr. Black for a long time, and I also want to chat with him.

   Maybe his dark wisdom can help me with some of the questions I've been pondering right now. "

   "Uh, then I suggest you go at least thirty minutes later."

   Garona shrugged, folded her arms and said to Thrall:

   "Arthas is busy being beaten. Counting the time he spent talking to Blake after he was beaten, thirty minutes is about just right, and I think you'd better not get involved in what the two of them are discussing now.

   It's easy to get beaten up too. "

   "The more you say that, the more curious I get."

   Thrall took a bite of the apple, touched his Doomhammer, and whispered:

   "If I'm just passing by, it should be fine if I accidentally 'eavesdrop' on it? After all, Mr. Black is also a reasonable person."

   "Then you can try it and see if Black is really 'reasonable'. Woohoo, this is the funniest joke I've heard this year, and I'm going to share it with Khadgar.

   He will also laugh out loud. "

  Garona let out a weird laugh, took a step back and disappeared, Thrall hesitated, and finally did not take the risk, and went back to "exchange feelings" with Rexxar.

  In a utility room on the lower deck of the Exodar, Black sat on the supply box, wiggling his fingers.

   In front of him, Prince Arthas with several fist marks on his face wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth in disgust, and clenched his fists in the posture of a gladiator.

   There was undisguised anger in his eyes.

   "What the **** did you do to my sister! You bastard!"

   Arthas roared:

"you answer me!"

   "Didn't I answer them all?"

  The pirate said with an unhappy expression:

   "I gave a very detailed answer with my fist, don't you understand? Even this is not understood, I began to question the gold content of you, a human swordsman."

"asshole!"

   Hearing Blake's casual answer, Arthas soared in anger, jumped into the wind step, and punched the pirate's face twice as fast as lightning.

  If other people think about it here, it will be difficult to avoid the surprise attack of a qualified Juggernaut, but can Blake be an ordinary person?

He didn't even get up, he sat there and shook his body for a while, letting Arthas's fist rub against his cheek, and taking advantage of the gap between the little prince's return to defense, he counterattacked with a sharp "throat cutting hand", like It was the touch of a dragonfly on Arthas' throat.

   This monk technique from Shado-Pan Temple is very useful.

   Arthas took two steps back, clutching his throat. The blow to his throat made him feel like he couldn't breathe.

   "If you want the answer, I'll give you the answer."

  Blake seemed to be a little irritated by Arthas's entanglement. He stood up, took off his pipe, exhaled a smoke ring, rolled up his sleeves and walked forward, saying:

"Your sister, Calia Menethil, is the most famous beauty princess in the human kingdom, and I am a greedy and lustful pirate. You should not forget that my sister and I were before the Dalaran incident. Had a few days of personal encounters.

I will tell you.

   All the things that should be done and should not be done, what is gentlemanly and what is not, the purest and most impure thing between men and women.

  The most serious and nasty things your little brain can think of, I did everything to her.

   Does this answer satisfy you? "

   Arthas' throat was hit so hard that he was temporarily unable to speak, but he proved his determination to defend his family with his actions, and the blood-red Lionheart Killer jumped into the palm of his hand.

  The little prince stood where he was, holding his sword in both hands, in a posture much like a Jedi knight ready to fight.

   The light in his blue eyes means he's not joking.

   "Okay okay, I'm going to use the knife, I'm scared."

  Blake shrugged, raised his hands, and said helplessly:

   "I don't know where you silly boy got the gossip, but what I want to tell you is that your sister and I are just a pure political alliance and cooperation.

  I pushed her to be the queen of Lordaeron, and she provided me with the necessary benefits.

   For such a high-end deal, having a physical connection is a very troublesome thing, and your sister agreed to my condition because I agreed to her request too.

   At a suitable time in the future, she will return the throne to you with my help.

   But looking at you now, it seems that you have no interest in becoming a king. Your enthusiasm and anticipation for fighting have made you an outlier lone wolf.

  You enjoy your life now, I can see that in your eyes.

  Put down your sword, idiot.

   I don't want to rack my brains to explain to my political partner why her stupid brother lost a hand or a leg. "

   "What you said is true?"

   Hearing Black's explanation, Arthas put down his sword suspiciously, rubbed his throat, and said in a hoarse voice:

   "My gut is telling me that I should probably trust you, but my sanity is saying that your words cannot be trusted."

   "Then don't play with your reason, that's a bad friend who will ruin you. Trust your intuition. For the Juggernaut, whose life and death are always in seconds, intuition is your trustworthy good partner."

  Blake took a few steps back and leaned on the supply box behind him. He folded his arms and said:

   "Tell me first, where did you get the news about Azeroth? Also, how did you know about your sister's relationship with me? This should only be vaguely guessed by your father.

  The reason why he must launch an attack on our fleet in the North Sea is also due to this factor.

  The old king felt that my private involvement in the inheritance of the throne of Lordaeron offended his majesty, so he decided to show me some color. "

   "My sister wrote to me."

   Arthas did not hide his information channels. He threw the Lionheart Killer, who had been drinking the blood of demons today, back into his luggage, and sat on a supply box and said sadly:

   "Through the information channel of Old Gani, my sister and I keep in touch with the frequency of one letter a month. I can feel that my sister is hiding a secret in her heart, and her letter will reveal a lot of complicated emotions.

   At first she was reluctant to say it, then maybe she was too stressed and told me everything, but didn't talk about your political deal with her.

   just said that she is not free now, and the source is you.

   She thanks you for saving her from Deathwing's clutches, but she doesn't like life now, she wants me to go home and take the throne, but as you said."

   The little prince sighed and spread his hands:

   "I really don't have any interest in that seat now.

   I just want to finish my Juggernaut trials in Draenor and return to my homeland with strength to protect my people and my family with the sword in my hand.

   Just like the life of Lord Salorian Dawnseeker, the 'Guardian Swordsman' of Quel'Thalas, that is the example I want to follow. "

   "Learn what he does?"

   Black pouted and said:

   "A coward who chose to bury his love for the sake of the country and the people! If he had been more courageous when he was young, he would not have let Dai Lin's wild boar arch such a good cabbage.

   My stupid sister can also live a happier life.

   Hey, little fool, I have told you all the truth now, don't bother me in the future, the inheritance of the throne of your Menethil family is your own business.

   I don't care who sits on the throne, my share of interests must be guaranteed, and that's it.

  Your sister is so tired, why don't you find a good husband to help her. There are many heroes in the human kingdom, such as the Great Knight of Turalyon and General Danas Trollbane.

  If your sister doesn't mind the big age gap, Prince Liam of Gilneas can also consider it, and Jean will definitely agree with both hands. "

   "As simple as you want."

   Arthas glared at the smelly pirate, and complained:

   "Who would dare to marry my sister when she has a political alliance with you? Not to mention that Deathwing hasn't passed yet. My sister's reputation in the northern aristocratic circle is very bad.

   There are vicious rumors about her being a 'Dragon Rider' everywhere. "

   Having said this, the little prince suddenly stopped, he thought of a good idea, and looked at Black in front of him with a weird look.

   That gaze was so weird that the stinky pirate could feel it.

   He said with a straight face:

   "I feel that you are thinking about something very rude. I advise you to stop thinking about it, so as not to be beaten again!"

   "You marry my sister! Blake. No, Your Highness Drake."

   Arthas jumped up with bright eyes and said to Blake:

   "You are all in the right position, and you are in the right family, and before you suffered the disaster of the war, my father and your father did have a private communication to marry my sister into the Proudmoore family.

   This is a very suitable marriage!

   And my sister's reputation has spread throughout the human kingdoms, so it's not a disgrace to you!

   Aren't you concerned about your interests?

  You married my sister, the righteous Prince of Lordaeron. Your interests will become our common interests, and everyone will be satisfied!

   Even my father.

   Although he may be very angry, he will definitely be satisfied when he calms down. "

   "You're crazy!"

  Blake snarled with his eyes wide open:

"You handed your own sister to a notorious pirate! What the **** did you get in on Draenor orc magic? You sacrificed your brain to the Burning Blade to get back this swordsmanship. ?

   Or, no matter how smart a guy is, he will become so stupid after becoming a warrior?

and also!

   How did you know my true identity? "

   Black asked:

   "Although this fact is already known to everyone who should know, but you have been enjoying yourself in Draenor all this time, old Gani won't be so rude to tell you about it!

   It's afraid of me to death.

Say!

Who told you that? Is it Velen? Still wait! "

  The smelly pirate suddenly thought of a very scary possibility.

   His face instantly turned gloomy, and with a swish flashed in front of Arthas, he lifted the little prince from the spot by his neck.

   He scolded:

   "You still have contact with little Jaina? She even told you about this? Hell! Did you forget what I told you when you left Azeroth?

   Do you just want to experience the joy of walking on crutches for the rest of your life?

  I can satisfy you now.

  You idiot!

and many more!

   There was a strange light in your eyes when you suggested that I marry your sister. Well, Arthas, your trip to Draenor seems to have taught you a lot. "

  Blake threw the little prince on the ground, and with a swoosh, he gathered a shadow knife in his hand, and stuck out his tongue at the corner of his mouth to lick the blade shaped by the shadow.

   He said to Alsace:

   "You're thinking terrible things, little prince, you've been tainted by the evil **** named Slaanesh, but don't worry, Doctor Black is very experienced in this.

  I will use a superb limb amputation to help you return to the pure Light.

   The last time I chatted with Calia, I remembered that she said she actually wanted a younger sister. It’s great, Her Royal Highness Princess Calia’s wish will come true today.

   From now on, your name will be changed to Her Royal Highness Princess Arthas Menethil.

   Don't be afraid.

   It will only hurt a little, but you will be fine if you endure it.”

   (end of this chapter)