Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1351 101. The monster of Kul Tiras landed in Duskwood

  In the darkness of Deadwind Pass, the sound of galloping hooves sounded from the direction of the Swamp of Sorrows.

   Soon, a team of black knights rushed out from the cold night. They were wearing dark armor with full armor and riding nightmare war horses with flames wrapped around their eyes and feet.

However, behind these black knights who were running around looking for treasure, there was a strange carriage, which was also led by a nightmare war horse. gallop on.

   The black knights and their minions guard the car on all sides.

   But their direction is not to advance towards Karazhan, the base camp of the Black Knights, but to cross the headwind path with complicated terrain all the way, and the peak of the soldiers points directly to the Dusk Forest.

In the slightly bumpy carriage, Blake, who had changed his clothes, still looked a little weak after the war. He sat on the sofa in the large carriage, with wine and some snacks on the table in front of him, with a pipe in his hand but not ignite.

   Lady Warden, who was still in a coma, was placed beside him. Maiev's head was resting on the pirate's lap. She seemed to be asleep. Under Blake's observation, her vitality was rapidly recovering.

   Returning to Azeroth is equivalent to returning to the home of the Moon God. Maiev, who is the chosen one, is really "loved" here.

   "I said you black knights, why are you so indecisive when you do things, looking ahead and looking back?"

  The pirate held the pipe in his left hand, and the fingers of his right hand flicked through Maiev's long hair in his arms. He looked at the silent King of Black Knights, Aridin, and said in an urgent tone:

   "You don't plan to send me to Duskwood, and then apply oil to the soles of your feet, right? I told you my plan exactly, and it's not that easy to run now.

  I have to consider the risk of your leaks. "

   "Shit!"

  Eridin scolded rudely:

   "Is it still a secret what you want to do? Do you really think that the people of Stormwind City didn't notice? Just now, you saw with your own eyes that the Paladins from the Watch Fort were returning to Northshire on a griffin.

   Obviously, the child king already knows what you are going to do, and he will not allow you to do it.

  I heard that he regarded Marshal Lothar as his father."

   "Do you still need to hear about this kind of thing?"

   Black pouted and said:

   "Varian was clearly called 'Father' during the Battle of Dalaran, and I could see it clearly from the side. But it stands to reason that I, an enthusiastic pirate, wanted to help him resurrect Father.

   How uncomfortable is it that Lothar looks immortal?

   I did this, and Varian should thank me. "

   "You made a paladin king, thank you for resurrecting the man he regarded as his father as an undead? Or a king of the dead who can command other undead?"

  Eridin looked at Black with the look of a madman. He sat in the bumpy carriage and said in a very suspicious tone:

   "We don't even think about this kind of thing, I have to admire your audacity again, to be honest, my brothers and I really don't want to be involved.

   Right now our relationship with the human kingdom is nothing but hostility, but if you really want to get involved in this matter, and if you really want to help you achieve your goals, then you will never die.

   In the future, there will be no place for the Black Spirit Pirates in the entire Eastern Continent. "

   "Listen to your own weak words! Is this what a pirate who is determined to fight the sea can say?"

  Blake rolled his eyes and said sarcastically:

   "What is it that the Eastern Kingdom has no place to hide? Are you stupid? You are a pirate, when do you need a place to hide on land?

  You call yourself the loyal servants of the Dark Titan, but you don’t even have the courage to completely cut yourself off from the Order camp. It’s no wonder that you have been around for nearly thirty years without accomplishing anything.

  You who are so weak, can you really shoulder the hope that Lord Sargeras places on you? "

   "Don't be rude, this time is really different!"

  Eridin took off his cursed helmet with a headache.

   The hollow eyes on the head shaped like black quicksand gave the stinky pirate a vicious look, and then looked at the living wooden sword box placed on the table between the two.

It has only been less than a day since I left Draenor. The magic blade seal shaped by the arch druid has already begun to wither. The scabbard that was full of vitality has turned gray, and the flowers that are constantly opening on it have also dried up. .

   According to this rate of erosion, at most tomorrow morning, this living wooden scabbard will completely lose its resistance to Frostmourne's death force. At that time, the magic sword will truly spread its death power.

   "This kind of thing."

   The black knight leader, who is extremely dark and vicious, frowned and said:

   "The disaster that this kind of thing can cause in the Eastern Kingdom makes me feel shocking when I think about it. I'm not afraid of your jokes, but I feel terrified in the face of your invitation.

   I'm definitely not a good person, but what you're going to do goes beyond my definition of 'evil'.

   This made it difficult for me to make a decision. "

   "Of course, I know that what I invite you to participate in is indeed more evil than stealing candy from children. Compared with your usual looting, it is also somewhat beyond the "good" bottom line of the black knights.

   I know this makes it hard for you. "

  Black took up his pipe and said in a long voice:

   "But since you are so kind, why are you still a pirate? Would you like me to introduce you to be a guardian at the Stormwind Orphanage? Let me tell you, the working conditions there are good.

  Includes food and lodging, weekly breaks, and a single room for you to rest. The children are very cute and obedient. They will dance and sing with you, and then call you "Uncle Black Knight".

   You will love it there too.

How about it?

   Think about it? "

   In the face of the stinky pirate's bitter ridicule, Eredin did not say a word, and it could be seen that he was really hesitant and undecided.

  Blake saw this and sighed:

   "You know that the Endless Sea is very lively right now? The goblins in the South China Sea have formed their own Black Water Fleet to compete with the pirate heroes from all over the South China Sea.

  Those greedy **** have realized the weakness of Kul Tiras, the chaotic order change in the South China Sea is just around the corner, new pirate gangs appear every day, and every day the unlucky ones are killed in the sea.

  Because the **** has been killed by me, the screaming souls on the sea have nowhere to go. I heard that there have been real 'ghost pirates' on the robbery island.

   And in the North Sea, the frozen sea that used to be regarded as a desolate place, the fleet of the Alliance has begun to siege the city, obviously they did not listen to my warning to them.

  The kings are united to kill my fleet in the icy sea, and I am ready to take on them.

  The misty sea of ​​the elves has nightborne pirates raging, and the Echo Shore of Kalimdor has become the last paradise of bloodsail pirates. I heard that there is a mixed fleet of trolls and tauren on the sea of ​​​​storms.

  My dear black knights, you've wasted too much time in Draenor.

  You missed a new wave of dividing up the endless sea, and now there is no place for you in this chaotic sea where all things are alive and competing.

   You also want to have your own name and your own legend on this stage promoted by me? "

  The smelly pirate breathed out a smoke ring, and spit out the smoke towards Aridin very rudely. He knocked on the table and said:

"But do you have the confidence to do that? Go to the endless sea and find a pirate and ask, they will say my name with admiration, and Gaboa's name with disgust, and they will be full of fear. He would say the name of Farreville, and he would drink alcohol and use the rudeest language to bless Dai Lin when she woke up at night and fell to her death in her bed.

   They may be able to name the trade prince Eudora, the elf pirate king Anaris, the Queen of the North Sea Anne Bonn, and even their plundering captains can become idols worshipped by pirates.

   But who can remember your names?

   Black Spirit Pirates?

  Ha, what the **** is that?

Is    a new circus group?

   Of course I am mocking you, but I am also telling you a cruel fact, in our industry, no matter it is a good reputation or a bad reputation, you at least have a reputation that can be remembered by others.

   And where does fame come from? "

   Black rubbed his chin and propped his head up, and said to Aridin;

   "You have to do something that can be remembered and celebrated, bro.

Like I smashed the Gilnean fleet, like I made a riot in Kul Tiras and overthrew the Church of the Storm, like Gaboa killed an elemental lord with his fleet, like It is he who now claims to rule the South China Sea sky like a storm.

  Come on, tell me, you Black Spirit pirates are going to set up flags in the endless sea and join the carnival era of pirates, what achievements do you have?

   Treasure hunting ability is very good.

   But if you can't deter others, you will always be the "mobile treasure house" in the eyes of other pirates.

   ahem. "

  The pirate coughed and stroked Maiev's cheek with his fingers.

   he whispered:

   "This is the last time I invite you to join my upcoming career. You and I will join hands to break through the layers of defenses of the Alliance and deliver Frostmourne to Anduin Lothar.

  You will welcome the birth of the 'Lich King' with me, and you will become loyal allies of the King of the Dead with me.

   With this, your notoriety will spread all over the world, from Mount Hyjal to Watch Fort, from Dalaran to Silithus, the notoriety of the Black Spirit Pirates will be known to everyone!

  Others will fear you, spurn you, hate you because of this.

   But the pirates will worship you for this, join you, and praise you. "

   Having said this, Black paused, looked at Aridin, and said:

   "So, my kind uncle, the king of black knights, let's make a deal?"

  Eridin did not answer immediately.

   But outside the carriage window, the roars of other black knights had already sounded:

   "Boss, what are you still hesitating about!"

   "Yeah yeah, boss, I can already feel my rotten heart pumping, let's do big bad things together! Let them fear us! Let them praise us!"

   "I don't want to be ridiculed by other pirates as a coward of the sea, boss, I'm going to show them our evil!"

   "Look, your brothers were persuaded by me."

   Black said to Aridin in a whisper:

   "A captain who cannot satisfy his subordinates is an absolute loser. All pirate captains should learn and know this. Also, guess how long it will take me to convince them to defect to you?

   Although the Black Spirit Pirates have pulled their hips, with your magical abilities, it is actually enough to become a subordinate faction among the undead pirates. "

"enough!"

  Eridin slapped the table, grabbed the glass in front of him, and drank it. He shouted:

   "Go to the goodness of TM, let's join! Come on, what are we going to do next?"

   "Cool! That's it, you should be so generous when you do something big!"

  Black waved his thumb in front of Eredin, and said:

   "The first step, we go to Duskwood and wake up the dead in the Raven Hill Necropolis and Serene Garden Cemetery, where the warriors who died in the Orc War are buried.

  This process will take a day. I want you to take your servants to seal the town of Darkness and Westfall. Until I finish this, no civilians are allowed to escape.

   We're here to celebrate Lothar's rebirth, not to provoke him.

   With the character of that bald bastard, if he found out that we were hurting civilians, the first thing he did when he picked up Frostmourne was to hack us to death one by one.

   So this is important.

   To intimidate those civilians, let them stay in their houses honestly, hug their families and hide under their beds, and let them shiver and wait for the end of the disaster.

   Then, we go to Redridge Mountains, enter Elwynn Forest from East Valley, capture Goldtown, and finally enter Northshire! "

   "Uh, why not go to the Wild West?"

  Eridin asked back:

   "It's closer to Elwynn Forest from West Spring Fortress, right? Why do you have to go around in a big circle?"

   "I want to give them enough time to assemble their troops, and I also need enough time to assemble my allies. Don't you think that I only take you 'good pirates' to attack the front of the alliance heroes?

  I am going to do great things, not to die. "

  The pirate blinked and said with a smoke ring:

   "I want to bring all the heroes they can muster together in Northshire, I want them to see Lothar's resurrection, and I want them to realize that a turbulent time has begun.

   I want them to know what is the result of not believing the prophecies of the prophets.

   This will ring alarm bells for them.

  Lothar's resurrection is just the beginning, my dear Eredin.

   Compared to what will happen later, the evil we do is only icing on the cake for the disaster that the world is about to suffer.

  You should know what I mean.

   Anyway, let’s do it. "

A few hours later, at midnight, the largest town in the Duskwood, Nightshade, was bleak. The terrifying Nightmare Warhorse trampled the darkened town, and the howl of terror that went straight to the soul made everyone in the town hide. Trembling in his own house.

   They watched in horror as the monsters who seemed to be rushing out of **** broke through the defense line of the Night's Watch, and they heard the wailing of the downed warriors.

This sudden chaos suddenly made the local residents seem to have returned to the turbulent era of the Orc Wars, but it was not until a strange noise sounded in the quiet garden cemetery near the town of night that the people who were already terrified suddenly realized that they were Experienced something more terrifying than an orc invasion.

  The corpses came back to life.

   In the abandoned church in Tranquility Garden Cemetery, Blake casually threw the withered living wooden scabbard aside, he watched Frostmourne hovering in front of him, and the commotion in the cemetery outside the church.

  The smelly pirate raised a finger and said to the magic sword in front of him:

   "You're excited, right? I feel it, but a promise is a promise, if you want to make a good impression on your sword bearer, just remember what I told you.

   He's a noble man who doesn't want to see the unarmed weak get hurt, and as the sword he's about to get, you should also have a bit of a 'bottom line'.

  This will make you more compatible with him, and it will not weaken the combat effectiveness of the undead natural disaster. Anyway, there are many more dead buried under this earth than the living.

  Alright, stick to this bottom line, and there are no taboos for the rest!

let's start.

  My dear Frostmourne, I have set up the stage for you to debut. Now, let's start your amazing performance. "

   (end of this chapter)