Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1350 100. This job is too hot, I can't do it, I can't do it, please be smart

   The Holy Light's Hope Chapel outside the city of Stratholme, in the northern border, rarely rang the sound of the holy bell today.

  In the various rituals of the Church of the Holy Light, the low echoing bell in the Holy Land represents a very terrible meaning. In the past hundred years, it has only been ringed before the orc invasion and the battle of Dalaran.

   All the paladins who heard the bell immediately ended all the work in front of them, even those who were "studying" with their lover should immediately put on their pants and go to assemble together.

   Something big happened!

"What happened?"

  Mograine, the great knight, rushed into the Hall of Light, which had been taken over by the Paladins, with a flamboyant attitude, along with old Fordring.

  The latter is taking his wife and son on vacation on Keldaron Island, and this meeting also came to the chapel through the portal of the Barov family mage.

   In front of them, the remaining great knights were all in place, and Pope Alonzos Fao, the "living saint" of the Holy Light, had a very ugly and heavy face.

   He held two letters in his hands.

   After all the great knights and high priests were present, the Pope handed the letter in his hand to them for circulation.

   He leaned on the priest's scepter, which was polished and forged with Ursoc's bear bone and holy light's gem, and said in a low voice:

   "Turalyon has just sent back a terrible news that a magic weapon of death from the stars has been sent into Azeroth. The magic weapon has the evil power to command the souls of the dead, and it also has an irresistible erosion on the souls of the living.

  The worst thing is that Turalyon has received accurate information, that the magic weapon is about to be brought into the Kingdom of Stormwind by a terrible person and handed over to Marshal Anduin Lothar.

   That dreadful man will 'reanimate' Lothar in this way and make him a dead monarch. "

   "How evil this is!"

  Old Fording and a group of Paladins were stunned, he clenched his fists angrily and shouted:

   "Who would desecrate Marshal Lothar's great deeds and sacrifices with such evil deeds? Gavin Rudd is guarding North County, and our brothers will never allow such a thing to happen."

   Then, the silent Dassault handed the letter in his hand to Old Fording, who looked down, and when he saw the name of the bad guy, Old Fording instantly narrowed his eyes.

   "Blake Shaw? He."

  The Great Knight looked at the Pope with a stunned look, and said:

   "Isn't he the church's Templar Assassin? He has helped us so much before, even though he is a **** of both good and evil, why would he do such a thing?

   Doesn't he admire Lothar very much?

  I know that although there is little intersection between them, they have a good personal relationship. Was he bewitched? "

   "No, he didn't, he was sober."

  Antonidas, the leader of the archmage who came from Dalaran, leaned on his staff and said in a low voice:

"According to the testimony of the archmages and warlocks sent by Dalaran, Black did this after helping them, the draenei and the orcs fight off the arch-demon Kil'jaeden, and even the terrifying fallen titan. evil things.

   His sanity is very clear and there is no sign of being bewitched.

   Maybe because of the darkness and evil in his heart? "

   "It is because he loves Lothar that he 'helps' Lothar in this way."

   The Pope shook his head.

   he whispered:

   "From what I understand about Blake Shaw, his views and opinions on some things are very different from the world, plus he is a prophet, maybe because he saw some futures, so he decided to do it.

   But no matter what, for whatever reason, we cannot allow Marshal Lothar to be reborn in such a depraved state!

   Now, I order, all the great knights and their apprentices to set off with me to the Kingdom of Stormwind to defend the Northshire Abbey, and the elite paladins and garrison priests of the Hand of Tyr will also set off with us! "

"Yes!"

   A group of big knights immediately straightened their backs and accepted the order.

   "Dalaran will also send all of our archmages and war mages to assist in the defense."

  Antonidas stroked his well-groomed beard and said:

   "We have contacted Quel'Thalas and Nar'Thalas College, and both will send caster power."

"and many more!"

   Grand Duke Mograine raised his hand and asked:

   "After all this happened, is Nar'Thalas College still trustworthy? Black is the great mentor of their Warlock School!"

   "I believe in Dean Lanyue at this point."

  Antonidas glanced at the excited Grand Duke Mograine, shook his head and said:

   "At the last Great Wizarding Salon in Dustwallow Marsh, with the impetus of the former Guardian, Lady Aegwynn, we spellcasters settled on a magical pact.

   We have restarted the Tirisfal Council of Retribution.

  Like this time, Dean Lanyue must handle it fairly, otherwise, she will be stripped of all honors, and Narthas Academy will be implicated as a result.

  Trust me, they are trustworthy at this time. "

"Um."

Although the Grand Duke    is still suspicious, Antonidas' position in the human magic world is unshakable, and with such a guy as a guarantee, he has nothing to say.

   Everyone in the hall began to act. After the great knights were ordered to leave, Antonidas looked at Pope Fao again, and he whispered:

   "Delin's side."

   "Already notified."

   His Majesty moved his fingers and said:

   "The Admiral was very angry. He said that he would personally take the Titan relic to the Northshire Abbey, but he demanded that all subsequent punishments for Black should be taken over by Kul Tiras, and no one else could interfere."

   "Ah, as expected of Dai Lin."

  The Archmage shook his head and sighed:

"This is a rebellious son who is betting on the national honor of Kul Tiras to protect himself. He is really too tired to be a father. Fortunately, I don't have such a son, otherwise I will be **** to death. "

The Pope also smiled helplessly, but after a few seconds, he said to Antonidas:

   "But what I'm worried about now is not whether we can stop Black's evil offensive, I'm thinking about another thing. We have all seen Black's prophetic powers, and he hardly makes any mistakes in predicting the future.

  If he brought the Demon Sword into Azeroth this time because he saw that Lothar's sacrifice would be necessary to win the final war, how tragic will this upcoming Demon War be?

   To be honest, the Holy Light also issued a warning to me. "

   His Majesty looked at the glowing pattern of light casting on the back of his hand, and he whispered:

   "Looks like I have to go to that world completely occupied by demons, Argus, the homeworld of the draenei. Would you like to go with me? Archmage."

   "I'd love to, and I have to go too."

  Antonidas nodded and said:

   "I've always been concerned about Black's prophecies about the arrival of demons, but I can't imagine a war similar to the War of the Ancients. I have to see for myself those worlds occupied by demons and assess the threat with the sanity of a mage.

  I have also been persuading the kings to turn their attention to this matter, instead of paying attention to their interests in the North Sea at this precarious time.

   But I need some more tangible and shocking evidence. "

   After finishing speaking, the Archmage looked at the still clear sky outside the door, and said in a low voice:

   "I have a hunch, Fao. Black's act of bringing Frostmourne back to Azeroth will open the gates of a chaotic era with his own hands.

  Perhaps in the future history, this incident will be recorded with great colors, and you and I will both be witnesses and even participants in this history.

   To tell you the truth, before I came here, I made a divination for myself

   But the result was really bad. "

—

   "Boss, what are we doing here?"

  On the road from the Blasted Land to the Swamp of Sorrows at the border of Stormwind Kingdom in the southern frontier of the mainland, the old black knight was riding on his dark horse and was driving a death eagle to patrol the surroundings.

   He carefully looked at his boss, the king of the black knights, Eredin, has been very irritable since noon today, and he brought all the people currently recruited by the Black Spirit Pirates here.

  No one knew what they were going to do, and no one knew who Aridin was targeting.

   This made the black knights feel that something was wrong.

   "Idiot! Don't you feel the restlessness of your heart?"

   For the stupidity of his subordinates, Eredin expressed his helplessness. He beat his gorgeous breastplate and said to the brothers around him:

   "The kind of greed and longing that makes our dark souls restless, I haven't felt a similar throbbing since the last time I missed the Tidestone.

   is a treasure!

  The treasure is calling us. Can't you hear it? Can't feel it? That's a true peerless treasure! It's getting close to us, we have to get it!

   As long as we get it and dedicate it to the supreme dark titan, we may be able to free ourselves from this merciless curse, or get more power from the generous master. "

  Eridin's statement made the black knights look at each other in dismay.

   They doubted that their boss had a broken brain, maybe something went wrong in the previous resurrection? No way?

   After several seconds, the second black knight carefully said to Aridin:

   "But boss, we didn't feel anything, the throbbing of treasures, nothing at all. If you really want to say what you feel, everyone has been scared since you came here.

   We feel the calamity is imminent

   So, are you feeling wrong?

   Was there something wrong with the emergency resurrection before? "

   "Stupid! I am the first black knight to be cursed by the master. I have a stronger perception of treasures than you. It is a low-key and restrained darkness.

   It's the most powerful of all cursed treasures we've ever seen."

  Eridin scolded again:

   "Overcome the fear in your hearts! Don't be so petty, how powerful something can make us feel fear! Think about it with your rusty brains.

   Didn't I tell you?

  We have to change our way of doing things, we have to learn from the undead pirates to seek wealth and danger, understand? Besides, we won't die, what are you afraid of?

  Death only makes us stronger. "

   "Boss, someone is here!"

   The old eighth black knight who was driving the death eagle to look around screamed and said:

   "There's a weird thing flying up ahead, look! It's so fast!"

"Um?"

  Eridin looked up, and then his expression became weird.

   He saw a bunch of flames galloping towards him, and the flames looked familiar. A few seconds later, the black knight boss waved his hand and said decisively:

   "Withdraw!"

  “???”

   This order made a group of black knights who had already drawn their weapons stunned again. The treasures were all in front of them, why did they suddenly withdraw?

   It was you who made us let go, and now it is you who made me run away.

   Sure enough, boss, your brain is broken, right?

   "Idiot! Haven't seen it yet? That's that **** bird from Blake Shaw!"

  Eridin pulled up the reins, and while charging backwards, he scolded unfortunately:

   "I knew that that **** was our nemesis, hurry up and don't be beaten here by him, it would be too embarrassing."

"oh oh."

   The other black knights immediately understood Black's name.

   They took their servants to retreat with the boss, but they all saw Black, how could the stinky pirates not see them?

   With a loud neigh, the sky accelerated and fell again in the air, and finally accurately blocked in front of the retreating black knights.

  Blake sneered and jumped off the flying bird. As a result, his legs softened and he almost fell to the ground. This action affected the wound on his body again, causing the stinky pirate to grin for a while in pain.

   Mainly because he was carrying a comatose "severely wounded" behind his back.

   He stood firm and shouted to the black knights in front of him:

   "What are you running for? You've already come, why don't you hurry up and get me a stretcher or something, are you all so ignorant?"

  “?”

  Eridin This will look weird.

  Because he saw the bad situation of the stinky pirate, this guy is like jumping into the mud and fighting ten pigs, his clothes are all torn and bloody.

   There are scars that are healing on his handsome face, his blond hair is messy and there are traces of being cut off, and the bruises on his face are not swollen.

And the woman behind him is even worse, like a wounded who has just retired from a meat grinder war. If he hadn't looked at her with her elf ears still moving, Aridin would have thought this woman was dead. .

"What's wrong with you?"

   The king of black knights said in a strange tone:

   "Is this when Kil'jaeden personally beat you up? How did you get so embarrassed?"

   As he spoke, he gestured wildly to the brothers behind him.

   The stinky pirate in front of him was so weak that he would feel sorry for their pirate status if they didn't grab it once. The other black knights were also happy when they saw Blake so embarrassed.

   They quietly surrounded Black, waiting for the boss's order to block up their "hit nemesis" and beat him up.

  Killing is definitely not killing.

   This guy is chosen by Luna, and when he dies, he will definitely be buried with everyone around him.

   Lord Sargeras may be stronger than Lady Elune, but these servants obviously cannot compete with the power of the Moon God.

   But although he can't kill him, he can rob him fiercely, and take back the shame that the stinky pirates brought to the black knights.

   "Oh, you bilge rats are getting more courageous, and you actually want to rob me? You have the courage!"

  Black was amused by the actions of the Black Knights.

   He laughed and sat on the ground. Maiev, who was stunned by him, held him in his arms. He threw the living wooden sword case on his back and gave a French military salute.

   He said to the black knights:

   "This thing is the most valuable treasure on my body. If you like it, you can take it away."

"Hahaha"

   Seeing the stinky pirate so acquainted, the old black knight laughed and stepped forward, picking up Black's "baby" and handing it to his boss who was also laughing wildly.

   But as soon as the old eight reached out and touched the living wooden sword box and felt the surging breath inside, the black knight let out a wailing wailing, rolling and crawling out far away.

   This humiliating gesture made Eredin sneer, and he jumped off his horse to see for himself what kind of "gift" Blake brought him.

Isn't    a cursed relic?

  , we have seen many black knights, we are the poisonous black knights who were cursed by the dark titan himself!

   We are not afraid of anything!

   With this thought in mind, Aridin bent down and took the living wooden sword case in his arms, and in the next instant, Frostmourne's dark and low sneer echoed in his soul.

   The chill that froze his soul made Aridin shrink in place.

"Snapped"

   Two seconds later, Frostmourne was thrown back at Black's feet by the black knight. It was like throwing a flaming bomb. The king of the black knights retreated and yelled at Black:

"You bastard! You are so bad! How can you be like this? Don't play around with such a dangerous thing! Don't bring it to Azeroth, bastard! Everyone's going to be messing around here. food!

  Don't lift the table!

  Give, give! "

  Eridin threw all his treasures to Black, screaming:

   "Here's the baby, take it away quickly! The farther away the better! It's really bad luck today."

   "What's the hurry?"

   Black laughed, he waved to the frightened black knights, and said:

   "You guys are not what they used to be now, you are already mature pirates, don't you want to do something big? Come, come, I have a business to discuss with you.

   Rest assured, we will never treat you badly. "

   (end of this chapter)