Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 1381 14. I have contributed to the church! I bleed for the Holy Light! I want to see Fao! 【1520】

   Not to mention the "Assembly of Evils" on Hisari Black Crow's side, the smelly pirate Blake left Gilneas and entered the territory of Lordaeron less than half an hour later.

  The sky carried him all the way from high altitude across the lacklustre night in the East Wilder area below. Except for a large city like Andorhal, which was dotted with lights in the night, the rest of the place was pitch black.

  The smelly pirate quietly flew over the military facilities along the way. It was not difficult for him to find that the military camps in Lordaeron were generally empty of armaments.

  According to the clues Blake captured, at least one-third of the soldiers in Lordaeron were not in their own camp, and where they were sent, you can think about it with your ass.

   "Looks like old Terenas is determined to make a career in Northrend."

  Black rubbed his chin and thought:

   "The previous partner of the Uncrowned in the Borean Tundra, the clam lord old K, sent a message that the army of Reach County was gathering, and the cavalry and infantry regiments of Lordaeron also appeared in the Grizzly Hills.

   Is this an attempt to expand the colony?

   Or plan to attack the stronghold of the undead fleet from the land? With their speed of action and deployment efficiency, a military move of this magnitude should be determined at least half a year in advance.

   That is to say, regardless of whether the undead pirates are in the North Sea or not, Lordaeron will open up Northrend after the war between the orcs. I just happened to have bad luck.

  嘁.

   is really troublesome. "

  The pirate pouted, but then a weird smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  Lordaeron, Stormgard, Gilneas, and Quel'Thalas, the four forces united, never imagined what they would encounter in Northrend.

   They thought they were just going to compete with the undead fleet that dominated the frozen sea

   This simplifies the problem.

   But now that the armies of all parties have been deployed in various areas of Northrend, even if the kings sensed the danger and wanted to retreat, it was too late.

   With Lothar's war efficiency, it might have already begun to prepare to attack Zul'Drak.

   Once the War of the Undead is fully launched in Northrend, whether the human army who was accidentally involved in it can escape completely depends on whether the Holy Light blesses them.

  Tsk tsk, thinking about it is really hopeless.

   The stinky pirate gave a weird smile, and he no longer paid attention to the impending great changes in the North Sea. He patted the burning neck of the sky, causing the firebird to speed up again.

   Ten minutes later, the smelly pirate came to the mountains in the Stratholme area, and at a glance he saw the Holy Light's Hope Chapel standing at the foot of the Eagle's Nest Mountains not far below.

   This holy place of the Church of the Holy Light in the northern Xinjiang shone in the night, not only the quaint church itself lit fires beyond the outline to reflect the darkness.

   And the buildings around the church also have light beating.

Even at night, the believers who come to the Holy Land to parade are still in an endless stream. In order to ensure the safety of the believers during the pilgrimage, the Church of the Holy Light even deliberately built a mountain road from the East Weld area to the Holy Light's Hope Chapel. Several towers.

   Paladins patrol between the towers every day, escorting believers to the Holy Land by the way.

In the valley south of Light's Hope Chapel, there is also a war fortress "Hand of Tyre" specially built for paladins and priests. It is the base camp of the Knights of the Silver Hand and the training of paladins for human civilization. field.

  The most exaggerated thing is that even Terenas Menethil, the king of Lordaeron, has no authority to command the tens of thousands of warriors in the fortress of the Hand of Tyr.

Although the    family is in the territory of Lordaeron, the essence is a religious armed force formed in the name of the Holy Light, and it is not restricted by the power of the mortal world.

   This exaggerated configuration means that perhaps in other parts of the kingdom kingship is unquestionably a symbol of majesty, but in Stratholme, the theocracy of faith is the prevailing here.

   Before, Hisari Black Crow sneered at the conflict between kingship and theocracy in human civilization, and what Miss Black Crow said was really not groundless nonsense.

  In the eyes of the elves, the problem of human civilization is really big.

   It is now the balance between kingship and divine power.

   But once the two are out of balance, and there is no need for external enemy oppression, both the belief faction and the ruling faction within human beings can knock out their own dog brains by themselves.

   Of course, in the opinion of the stinky pirates, the biggest reason why the king and the church can maintain harmony at this time is not how tolerant the kings are, but simply because the leader of the church, Alonthos Fao, is wise enough.

  Although the old Pope is not involved in politics, he really knows how to find a balance between kingship and faith.

   If nothing else, the existence of the Knights of the Silver Hand, which can be tolerated by a creature of power like old Tenaris, shows how superb the old Pope's art of balancing water is.

   "If it weren't for the fact that the whole body was moved by pulling one hair, Alonthos Fao was actually a very suitable sword bearer for Frostmourne."

   When the sky descended from the sky to the ground, Blake, whose blond hair was fluttered by the night wind, whispered:

   "He is not as powerful as Velen, but if I were Denathus the Great, I would definitely list him as a candidate.

The resurrection of   Lothar has caused a great psychological blow to the human warriors, but if Fao becomes the Lich King, the pillar of belief of the entire human civilization will definitely collapse. "

   "But can you do it? Duplicitous little master."

  Xalatas snorted disdainfully and whispered in Black's ear:

   "Don't think I don't know, the relationship between you and old man Fao is very delicate, you regard him as a confidant, and he can always be keenly aware of the deep meaning behind your series of actions.

   If I hadn't been convinced that you were Dai Lin's heir, I would even think that the two of you were more like relatives.

  The most important thing is that you always remember the selfless protection and help of old Fao when you were the weakest.

   Without the secret support of this kind but pragmatic old man, you would never have achieved such a great power in just two or three years. "

   "Yes, I am a grateful person."

   Black pouted and said:

   "I even want to sing a song for my dear Fao. Ahem, listen to me thank you~Because of you~Warm the seasons of Blake Shaw~"

   "vomit"

   Dark Essence made a vomit sound, and she said:

   "I know you have a good personal relationship with Old Man Fao, but prepare yourself to be enlightened, little master.

  After the incident in North County, no matter what Old Man Fao thinks of you, on the surface he must take an attitude that is incompatible with you.

   If you're not going to make it all the way to the Light's Hope Chapel, be prepared to be beaten.

   However, we have other ways.”

   Xalatas sneered and said:

   "The mantid empires have begun to flourish in the Gorgrond wilds of Draenor, and their faith and devotion have brought the Heart of Darkness back to life, and I now have a lot of power at my disposal.

  So, is there going to be a spiritual plague in the heart of the Holy Light camp? Little master, you know that I can make this sacred place full of filth with just one word of your order.

   Come on, come on, I know this is going to be interesting.

   You are also looking forward to it, right?

   My evil little master. "

   "No, I'm not looking forward to seeing the ugliness of the Paladins after their fall, it's boring."

  The pirate snorted and jumped lightly from the firebird's saddle as the sky flew down in a circle. The moment he landed, he brushed his long golden hair and said to Xalatas:

   "You'd better be calm, my dark little girlfriend, recharge your batteries and don't make trouble, and when the Gilneas thing is over, we'll go to Zandalar.

  I heard old Gani say that the situation over there is already very bad, and the time to fish in troubled waters has come. "

   "Hey, I'll just trust you for once."

  The arrogant big sister Saratas snorted, gave her little master a warm kiss at the soul level, and giggled maliciously:

   "Look, the Paladins are here! They look so angry, they're going to beat you, little master."

   "If they dare not, they dare not, believe me."

   The pirate laughed and stood on the spot with his hips on his back, letting the dozen or so holy knights around him surround him from all directions.

   However, the expression of old Fording who led the team was not so good-looking.

"The old knight can't wait to beat you! I can hear his fists clenching from all the distance, but I won't help you, I'm leaving here, I have no interest in Gilneas. .

   I'm going to go around Zandalar in my beautiful evening dress. Don't come to me if you're in trouble. Don't disturb the vacation I've given myself. See you in Zandalar. "

  Xalatas threw a breathless kiss, and quickly left Black's body. She really ran away, leaving the weak and helpless stinky pirate alone surrounded by a group of Paladins.

  Tsk tsk, what a ruthless woman.

   "Put down your weapons! Take it easy! Blake Shaw!"

   Old Fordring grabbed his warhammer and scolded:

   "How dare you evil people set foot in this holy place of holy light!"

   "But I don't have a weapon."

  Black looked at his empty hands, and the movement of his raised hands made the vigilant and stressed Paladins around him take a step back.

   It's like this hateful guy can shoot a destructive light from his fingers or eyes at any time.

  Well, no doubt, Blake can do it.

   "I have come to meet His Holiness the Pope and then confess my sins before him."

  The smelly pirate made a very sincere expression, he stroked his heart, and said in a melancholy tone like a castrated male singer:

   "Although I have been so evil, although I have fallen into the abyss of darkness, my heart still beats only for the glory of the Holy Light, and I can even let you tie me up and send it to the Crown as a trophy.

   Of course, I have a small request. "

  Black raised his hands in a French military salute of obedience.

   He winked at old Fordring and said:

"You must be gentle when you tie me up, my skin is so delicate, it would be bad to leave scars. If you can, let Miss Partrice behind you be my 'temporary warden' Bar.

   has no other meaning, I just don't like other stinky men touching me. "

"you"

   Seeing Blake's "hands-on" look, Old Fordring was a little unsure of what this **** was coming, and he could also feel the nervousness of the surrounding Paladins without having to say anything.

   No one can keep his composure against Blake Shaw, especially after he did that horrible thing at Northshire Abbey.

  The Paladins were simmering with fire in their hearts.

   But they had to act cautiously in the face of the pirate in front of them.

   "Priest Partridge, watch him!"

  Old Fordring handed a pair of forbidden shackles to Pastor Partrice behind him, and he whispered:

   "I'm going to report this matter to Your Majesty first. If he has any changes, let him do it. You can't stop him, and so do I. Calm down and don't increase casualties."

"Um."

  The long-legged priest nodded.

  She has become an official priest, but she is still deeply impressed by Blake Shaw. Although this sincere priest was a little nervous, he still stepped forward with shackles.

  Black obediently stretched out his hand and put it in front of him, allowing Parrice to put the forbidden shackles on him.

   He looked at the long-legged beauty priest in front of him, and whispered jokingly:

   "Hey, don't shake your hands, you made the third link wrong, which will reduce the restraining effect of the standard demon-forbidden shackles produced by Dalaran by at least one third.

   Is this your first time doing this kind of thing? "

"To shut up!"

  Partrice was reminded to realize that she had mistaken the lock of the shackles. She glared at Black, and while holding Black's wrist again, she whispered with a blushing cheek:

   "It's a shame that I thought you were a neutral and brave man, but look at what you did in North County, you are the most hateful **** born in human civilization.

  How dare you come here so swaggeringly?

   Do you really think the Light will tolerate your evil deeds? "

   In the face of this accusation, Black rolled his eyes, and in the vigilant guards of a group of Paladins, he moved his nose and sniffed beside Partrice, and he whispered:

  "I don't know if the Holy Light will tolerate me, but you must tolerate me. Speaking of which, are you also preparing to make your own prayer staff?

  I smell the divine eye on you, it seems that you and my ship doctor have a good personal relationship.

   Plus we had a 'good time' together in Kul Tiras before, so I decided to give you a 'surprise', my dear 'Silver Priest' Ms. Partrice. "

  The smelly pirate lowered his voice, looked around, and said in a whisper:

   "Don't behave abnormally, listen to me! Condense the power of the Holy Light, turn it into the most fiery and sacred smite, and let the second Paladin on the left behind you strike down"

   "What are you trying to confuse me? You bad guy!"

   Of course, it was impossible for Partrice to follow Blake's command, and she glared at the smelly pirate with her beautiful big eyes and anger.

  The latter shrugged and pulled his hands lightly under Parrice's stunned gaze, and the shackles that could block magic power were quietly opened in his hands and smashed to the ground.

  The pirates held the long-legged priest in place with a cross-shaped posture amid the roars of the surrounding paladins.

  Then raised his left hand, and threw a hurried and fast shadow throwing knife at a paladin with a national character face shining with holy light all over his body behind him.

   It was wrapped with Void Divine Power, and when he shot it, it brought a faint purple streamer, which made the Paladin completely unable to resist, and could only call for the Holy Light to converge into a Holy Shield.

   But the distance is too short.

   Before the holy light gathered, the shadow throwing knife plunged into his forehead.

   In the stunned gaze of everyone, the attacked guy turned into a small bat flying in the sky in the shattering of blood, howling and fled into the dark night shrouded in the holy light.

   This scene made everyone stunned in place, and Blake could clearly feel the young but mature and hot body of Partrice, who was being held hostage by him, trembling at that moment.

   He grinned and said in the ear of the young silver priest:

   "Guess, you depraved little girl, who else among those around us is Nasrezim pretending to be? Friendly reminder.

   There is at least one more demon, hiding among you. "

  Blake's words were low, but they were undoubtedly heard by everyone around him.

   So in the next instant, under the gaze of the pirates with Leziren's eyes, those weapons that were aimed at him were aimed at everyone around by the Paladins.

   "This is my answer to your previous question, my dear Miss Partrice, where the devil can come, why can't I?"

  Black let go of the silver priest who was being held hostage, and sneered with his arms outstretched.

He says:

   "Believe me, I really came here with no malice, I just wanted to show you my sincerity, my dear Faao.

   Do you know how much courage it takes for me, the fifth-ranked guy on the Burning Legion's bounty list, to walk into a place like a sieve that is infiltrated by demons?

   Rounding this up is no different from walking into Argus alone. "

   (end of this chapter)