Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1293 43. A person with a bottom line like me, wouldn't even give me a broken bow? -【35】

   (Added more updates to the "Sword of Phileo" brother)

   The Exodar spacecraft slowly landed on the flying platform extending outside the Hellfire Fortress. This place was originally a place for the Evil Orc Sky Knight to take off, but now it has been emptied.

   Of course, such a small platform is not enough to bear the weight of a spaceship, so it can only be docked temporarily.

  The draenei ships had to return to their base in the depths of the ocean beyond the main continent of Draenor after they had dropped their vital figures.

  The entire "Storm Fleet" of the Draenei is there, it has not been used for two hundred years, but recently those ships are being repaired by technicians, and it seems that a big operation is about to be prepared.

   "Welcome, Your Majesty the Prophet, and General Maraad."

  The Great Knight of Turalyon, who greeted the guests on the flying platform, took the initiative to step forward as a believer of the Holy Light, salute the Prophet and the commander of the Vindicator, and made relations in the name of the Church of the Holy Light.

   The death knight high lord stood aside, looking at the leader of the draenei with a scrutiny.

   His eyes are not kind, but considering that death knights are so dangling that no strangers are approaching, it is not considered impolite.

   Representatives of other forces are also waiting on the platform to speak to the Prophet.

   Even the old Deer Helm, who has been haunted since he came to Draenor, also appeared, and he appeared on behalf of the Cenarion Expedition with Hisari Crow and Hamuul Runetotem.

   This kind of communication is not unfamiliar to everyone, but just when everyone was ready to praise each other happily, Blake walked off the spaceship with a group of bandaged, frail, and extremely high spirited demon hunters.

   They were guarding a monstrous diabolical instrument that was pushed out of a teleportation light curtain on a draenei cart.

  Black didn't even greet the others. He looked at Kael'thas Sunstrider and said:

   "Come with us, this thing needs to use your superb magic skills to decipher, and others, let's talk to Lord Velen about the customs of the various races in Azeroth.

  The formal meeting will wait until we get this thing sorted out. "

"what is this?"

   Dalaran's Archmage Ansrem Ruinwevor was going to speak when he saw Black, but he was quickly attracted by the demon machine in front of him.

  The Archmage's intuition told him that this thing was important.

   "This is a demon communicator!"

   Lord Ravencrest stepped forward and stroked the thing in front of him with a nostalgic look. He said in a hoarse voice:

   "In the battle of the ancients 10,000 years ago, we often used this kind of thing to monitor the intelligence interaction of the demons, but this one is much more complicated than all the communicators I have seen.

  I'm guessing, it's used to communicate with the Legion Base Camp? "

   "Well, directly connected to the Argus world."

   Black replied.

   And the name of his hometown immediately caught the attention of the Prophet and General Maraad. Velen glanced at the communicator that was guarded by demon hunters. He stroked his beard and said:

   "We draenei and demons have been dealing with demons for 25,000 years, and we also know a little about demon machines. Do you need me to send a great technician to help you adjust the communication frequency?"

   "Of course! That's exactly what we need."

  Black glanced at the draenei spaceship behind him and said:

   "I can rest assured that professionals will manipulate it. This thing is destined to only be used a few times before being discovered by spies in the legion. We must use it carefully to get the information I need."

   Having said this, the pirate looked at the people around him, and he said in a serious tone:

   "I'm not trying to intimidate everyone, but this is about the future of Draenor.

   I need everyone to be very attentive. If the connection with that guy fails, we don't have to play, just admit defeat. "

  The stinky pirate has spoken to this point, and the others naturally dare not neglect. The death knights quickly blocked the upper floor of the Broken Hall, and the technicians in the Exodar spaceship were also sent into it.

   With the help of Kael'thas, who had the most delicate spellcasting skills on the scene, they started to get busy around the Legion Communicator.

   "Retrieve the signal first, and lock it in the Krokuun area. Illidan Stormrage was there last time, and I guess he should still be around there now."

  Black reminded.

   But soon the draenei technicians were in trouble. An old technician wearing goggles frowned and said:

   "Without the specific location and signal of the other party, we can only search for it by broadcasting, and send our information to all the demon communicators in the Krokuun area at the same time.

   This means that even if the other party captures the information, they have to enter a certain demon camp alone to find a way to contact us.

   And this connection is almost transparent and open to demons. Once the Lord Illidan responds, it is equivalent to him actively revealing his position in the demon's base camp.

   This is literally his suicide. "

   "It must be suicide for others, but Illidan must have his way."

  Blake sat aside with his pipe in his mouth, watching the others repairing the communicator, he waved his hand confidently and said:

   "A guy who can wander around in the Twisting Void for more than a year and is still alive can't be underestimated. Believe me, he can definitely do what you just said.

   Let go and do it. "

"This"

  The draenei technician is well-informed in crossing the entire Star Sea, but he has never seen such a bold plan, so he turned to look at Illidan Stormrage's servants.

  The demon hunters were expressionless, and they obviously agreed with Black's evaluation of Lord Illidan.

   That magical man is impossible to get in the hands of a group of demons.

   Lord Illidan is invincible!

   "Follow Lord Black's orders."

   In the hesitation of the technician, the Prophet Velen said something. He seemed to trust Black's judgment. This is probably the tacit understanding between the Prophets?

   "We are now starting to revamp its communication model, which may take a few hours."

  The draenei technicians discussed it and gave a specific time. The others did not wait here. They had to prepare for an important meeting later, so they left here.

   But before the mage Ansrem of Dalaran left, he found a pirate.

This archmage, who also has friendship with Black, is very haggard. Judging from the expression on his face, it seems that he has not had a good time for a while. Thinking about it, rebuilding Dalaran is a tedious process. The six-member council must be under a lot of pressure. .

   But the pirates knew that the archmage's headache wasn't just the rebuilding of Dalaran, he also had a rebellious daughter who had always made him uncomfortable.

   Sure enough, Archmage Ansrem had something to do with his really nasty baby daughter.

   "It's all your fault, you pirate!"

   The archmage, a father, whispered to Black with anger and resentment:

   "What kind of bad guy are you, to continue to torture me after leaving Dalaran, my daughter is clamoring to go to Nar'Thalas College to join your school of sorcerers.

  I kept her in the mage tower for more than half a month and couldn't change her mind.

   She adores you very much.

  I saw the light in her eyes that made me tremble, my Caitlyn not only wants to be an unreliable warlock, she also wants to join your pirate fleet and do some crazy big business.

   But this is something I cannot allow!

  You quickly think of a way to stop my daughter's crazy behavior! "

   "Hey, Your Excellency the Archmage, it's easy for people to misunderstand what you say. There is no innocence between me and your crazy daughter, and shouldn't you, the big father, come forward to teach your daughter this kind of thing?"

  Blake blew out a smoke ring and said with a strange look:

   "Besides, what's wrong with young people pursuing their dreams?

  In my opinion, Miss Catelyn is not bound by secular morality, and she dares to rebel against the patriarchy to plan her own life.

  I don't need to help you destroy the ideals of a young man. "

   "Stop crap!"

   Archmage Ansrem didn't listen to the stinky pirate's rebuttal, he gritted his teeth and said:

   "How much do you need to help? My daughter's life is already a mess, and as a father, I can't just watch her continue to sink into a crazy future."

   "Well, what a touching father's love."

  Blake shook his head hypocritically, then stretched his voice and said:

   "But it's about dreams after all, so how can you sully it with money? Don't say it, I won't be involved, and besides, the admissions process for this year at Narsalas College is long overdue.

   No matter how your daughter wants to join us, she will have to wait until the next enrollment, which is estimated to be three years later. "

   "That's what you said!"

   When the archmage heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up. He held his staff and said to Black:

   "She didn't know how she got the admission invitation letter for Nar'Thalas College this year, but since the admission time has passed, the invitation letter is naturally invalid.

   You are not allowed to open the back door for her so that she can enter the school smoothly. In three years, her crazy energy should have dissipated. Maybe I should marry her out?

   After having a family, she may be able to settle down a bit. "

   "She's only seventeen years old, isn't she?"

  Black raised his eyebrows and said:

   "This is too much, I think I'm going to change my mind, Archmage, your father is a little too powerful, no wonder you and your daughter have always had a bad relationship."

   "Leave my housework, you nasty stinky pirate."

   Ansrem snorted, looked Black up and down, and said:

   "The Council of Six hasn't settled with you for your raid on Dalaran.

   I'm going to talk to Khadgar with Vargoth first, and when we're done, let's talk about the treasure you took from Dalaran. "

   After finishing speaking, the archmage adjusted his robes and left here with a neat flash.

   Black sneered at this.

   These orthodox mages are really arrogant, and they actually said something like "inexperienced warlock" in front of a great warlock. These stubborn old guys need to be taught a lesson.

   He rubbed his chin, and soon decided to allow Miss Catelyn Ruinwiver to be exempted from the entrance exam as a "transfer student" in the name of the master tutor of the Warlock Academy.

   Anyway, she also has an admission invitation letter in her hand. She was originally a member of this group of students, and it was only because of her stubborn father that she could not successfully enter the school.

   What’s wrong with giving kids a chance to chase their dreams?

   "Hehehe"

  Black sat there and let out a cold and permeating laughter, which made the draenei people who were busy beside them feel uncomfortable.

   "Hey, Lord Black, please be quiet."

   Kael'thas, who was adjusting his magic to activate the Legion Communicator, couldn't help but say:

   "Also, this instrument needs fel energy to activate, shouldn't you as a warlock come and help?"

   "I'm a warlock, yes, but I don't have any fel energy in me."

  Black rolled his eyes and said:

   "So many Illidari are eager to contribute their fel energy to serve Lord Illidan, why do you choose me?"

  The pirate looked back, and he was very keen to discover the golden ring with huge purple gemstones on the fingers of Kael's left hand. This new discovery made Blake's eyes shine.

   Well, it turns out that Prince Kael'thas has also made a difficult decision.

   No wonder he was in a bad mood and came to provoke Black.

   "Don't look at me like that, I know what you're thinking, but things are not what your evil mind thinks."

  Kaelsas also noticed Blake's gaze, he shook his head and said:

   "This matter was approved by the king. He believes that compared with a local war, it is obviously more important for the Quel'dorei civilization to obtain an artifact that is comparable to the Sunwell and protect the country for a long time.

  I have not disclosed the facts about Arcandor and your attempts to build the magic well.

   I can pretend not to know about it, but your actions cannot undermine the interests of the Quel'dorei. "

   His Royal Highness said seriously:

   "Although I value my reputation and my promises, for the sake of my people, I can abandon my bottom line at any time!"

   "Oh, you cultural people seem to be so literary and artistic even when threatening, but I can't say words that are so elegant and cruel, full of deterrence.

   A Kael'thas Sunstrider with no bottom line is really scary. "

  Blake poked his face with his finger, and said with a hippie smile:

   "Since you value your people so much, then I happen to have important news about Quel'Thalas, which was intercepted by my Uncrowned.

  I assure you, it means nothing less to you than this ring in your hand.

   So, now I'm curious, what good stuff are you going to trade from me for this news? "

  The smelly pirate blinked and said to the serious Kael'thas:

"I think a good warbow is in line with the value of the information I'm about to give. As a hunter with status like me, although two legendary warbows for close combat are great, I still need one for sniper Sacred relic."

   "You want Solidar, the treasure of Quel'Thalas?"

   His Royal Highness snorted and said:

   "Then see if your intelligence is worth the price."

   "Come here, I'll tell you."

  Black hooked his fingers, Kael'thas leaned over gracefully, and the pirate whispered:

   "You should know about Elisande becoming king, right?

   But do you know who the Queen of the Nightborn chose as her first target of conquest? The children of the night have always been troubled by the lack of magic power. The most abundant magic power in the world of Azeroth is you, the luxurious Quel'dorei. "

   Hearing this news, Kyle Sarston sneered and said:

   "Your intelligence ability has declined too much, Lord Black, this kind of thing does not require the Uncrowned, and my father can also guess Elisande's ambitions.

   At her coronation ceremony, she publicly asked our messenger if she could buy the magic of the Sunwell, and her sinister heart was evident. "

   "No no no, you didn't understand me, Kael'thas."

  Blake laughed and said in a subtle tone:

   "Since you know that she will start a war sooner or later, why don't you want to get rid of this threat? But Elisande, who has the two artifacts of time and space, is not an opponent who can be easily dismissed.

  The wealthy Sunstrider royal family, don't you need a good assassin to help? "

   "Are you willing to kill for money? Don't the uncrowned most hate this kind of behavior?"

The    prince blinked.

   Black shrugged and said:

   "I've always been proud of my flexible moral bottom line, and the dissolution of Elisande's instability is a good thing for the world to change.

   This does not violate the creed of the Uncrowned.

  I think it's worth a hunting relic to invite such a skilled, backbone, and energetic assassin like me. You keep it as a collectible anyway.

   The Sunstrider family has never produced good hunters. "

   Kaelthas was moved.

His Royal Highness    stroked the ring on his finger, and after a few seconds, he said:

"let me consider it."

   (end of this chapter)