Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 202 21. The Second Albatross

   "When the pretentious human sergeant brought things over, I kept stressing to him that we couldn't get in touch with you. But he stubbornly said, you will definitely come to get it.

   also left a special letter for you. "

  The dwarf quartermaster Tarma, who was drunk and led the way, said to the pirates very boldly:

   "Fortunately, Mr. Black, you are here tonight. Otherwise, I will follow the army to support the front line tomorrow morning, and your package will probably stay here for a long time.

  Follow me, I'll give it to you right now. "

  Black nodded, said goodbye to the dwarves next to him, and picked up the alcoholic murloc who had already been drinking secretly and started to fight drunk on the spot, and followed the quartermaster to the castle warehouse.

   After taking a few steps, he turned around and swept around the carnival bonfire, and asked in a casual tone:

   "Why didn't you see Greve Madheart? Did that good hunter go to war? He taught me some hunting skills before."

   "Grave left more than a month ago."

  Talma Stormpike was walking crookedly while still drinking beer. This female dwarf drank wine with as much spontaneity as those men.

   She answered Blake's question, saying:

   "Grave is a well-known mountain ranger and musketeer among our Bronzebeard dwarves. He was previously seconded to Marshal Lothar's vanguard as a scout captain.

   is now estimated to have reached the Burning Steppes.

   With a good hunter like him, the orcs are dead. "

   "Really? But I always thought Greve was mysterious."

  Blake said something softly, which immediately attracted Talma's approval. The Stormpike female quartermaster also complained through the wine:

   "It's not just you, everyone thinks Greve is very mysterious! He often goes out hunting with his bear alone, and he goes there for several days, and he never brings his prey back.

   But some people say that in Ironforge before, someone saw Greve drinking with old Hemet, so it is understandable that he got into something bad.

   Do you know old Hemet? "

"Know."

  Blake slapped the head of the little murloc who was screaming and drunk in his arms, and said with admiration:

   "Hemet Nesingwary, dwarf, no, one of the greatest hunters in all of Azeroth, and it is said that no beast can escape the spear of old Nesingwary.

   I heard that he has a son who also likes hunting? "

   "Yes, the dwarves of the Nesingwary family are born to hunt. Before the war began, old Hemet searched for terrifying legendary beasts throughout the eastern continent to satisfy his hunting desire.

   But after the war began, the old dwarf turned his gun on the greenskin invaders.

   He didn't escape Khaz Modan at all, he hunted those greenskins in the snowy mountains like wild beasts, blasting their heads one by one!

   He is a true hero. "

  Talma Stormpike rummaged through Black's package in the warehouse full of boxes, and said to the pirates at the door:

   "In the past few years, there have definitely been more than a thousand greenskins who died under the old Hemet's gun! He destroyed a clan's orcs by himself!

  Seriously, Blake, you, an Alliance warrior who also likes hunting, must find time to visit old Hemet.

   Get me an autograph by the way!

   Three!

  My parents and I are loyal fans of old Hemet! We have read every one of his autobiographies! "

   "Oh, yes, in addition to being a legendary hunter, the old dwarf is also a well-known writer, I almost forgot."

   Black laughed.

   After a few minutes, the drunken quartermaster finally found Black's package in a cabinet, blew the dust on it, and handed it to Black.

   Then he lay down on the table and fell asleep.

   Every dwarf is an alcoholic, they are either drinking or they are on their way!

   Regardless of gender.

  Blake shook his head helplessly, reached out and opened the package. It was a delicate box. After opening it, there was a palm-sized red orb inside.

   has magic power flowing on it, this is a magic item.

The shape of the    orb made Blake's eyes light up. He took the thing in his hand and glanced at the new entry in the character card's equipment slot:

   Orb of Fraud

  Excellent quality

   comes with magic:

  Deceptive Face: Unleash a special effect camouflage on yourself, changing your appearance. The magic can be canceled actively while the magic continues, and the camouflage technique has a certain chance to fail when it is attacked by a powerful magic.

The   camouflage effect lasts for one day, with a three-day cooldown.

   This thing does not have any attribute entries. Like the previous tidal spell, there is only one solidification magic on it, but it makes Black happy.

   He stroked the magic orb with magic power flowing inside.

   thought:

   "This Oridon is unexpectedly reliable. He deserves to be a side branch of the royal family. Everything he finds is useful, and his family is very rich.

  Tsk tsk, now it seems that it is a rare commodity. "

   After the pirate assassinated the swordsman Old Dahl before, when he was staying in Steinblade City, he helped his "friend" Oridon Perenold to do a "private business".

   The reward was negotiated before the action. That cowardly and cunning human nobleman did not have the guts to covet the reward of a shadow walker.

   However, that guy is indeed a careerist.

   Although he is still a little immature and his subordinates are not strong, his ambitions have already swelled. Along with the Orb of Fraud, there was a brief letter.

In the    letter, Oredon entrusts Black with another private job.

   "You want to hire me to assassinate the nobles of the royal family in the Kingdom of Alterac. Is this an attempt to seize the throne of the king? It's a simple and crude strategy.

   kills all the other heirs, and he can successfully ascend to the throne as a sideline. "

  Blake grinned after reading the letter, intending to tear it up.

   He is no longer interested in this private life.

   What are you kidding?

   Now that Black has a small-scale pirate fleet under his command, he wants to start his own business on the sea, and he has no time to play this kind of political assassination game with a careerist.

   However, before tearing up the letter, the pirate suddenly rolled his eyes.

   He has no time for this.

   But he has someone around him who is capable of helping him do it.

   "My butler, are you there?"

   Black called.

   Soon, Moros appeared from the shadows around him. The undead steward rubbed his head and said:

   "These dwarves are so noisy."

   "I quite like their straight temper. It's easy to make friends with dwarves, and you rarely need to worry about being stabbed in the back by them. They rarely have such complicated thoughts in their muscular brains."

  The pirate laughed, handed the letter in his hand to Moros, and said:

   "Look at this. Do you know anything about the royal bloodline of Alterac Kingdom?"

"There are some."

  Moros took the letter, read it, and said:

"As the steward of a high-ranking person, it is a basic skill to have an understanding of important families and their members in various countries. When the master of Medivh was young, he and the great nobles of the seven human kingdoms had communication at the level of etiquette. .

   But the Kingdom of Alterac is an exception.

  Although they enjoy the title of kings, the royal family still cannot get rid of the habits of merchants, so they are rarely invited to banquets by the master of Medivh.

   But the great nobles of the Alterac Kingdom, the Barov family is also an exception. That family is the Chuangu family, and their current owner, the old Count Barov, was also invited to Karazhan to attend the banquet.

   But Master Medivh did not think highly of him.

  I remember that he once commented that Old Count Barov's fear of death had crossed the bottom line of morality and would eventually lead him to do terrible things in the future. "

   "Well, this assessment is so accurate."

  Black nodded in agreement, he waited for Moros to read the letter, and then said to him:

   "Oridon Perinold is a young man with great ambition and certain abilities, but there are cowardly and hypocritical elements in his character, and it is difficult for him to achieve great things.

   However, if you give him a certain amount of help, he can also become a partner of the undead fleet in the kingdom of Alterac that will be chaotic in the future.

   He can be the second 'Albatross' in my hands.

   So, I decided to send you to help him. "

  The pirate took out the weak Skull of Gul'dan from his bag, played with it, and said to Moros:

   "The king of Alterac Kingdom, Aiden, almost lost Lordaeron because of his foolish surrender to the Horde at the wrong time, leaving the Alliance in a state of doom.

   He is now an alliance sinner, and everyone hates traitors!

   Currently Marshal Lothar, commanding the army on the front line to pursue the remnants of the Horde.

   And Terenas II coordinated the military affairs of the entire alliance in the rear. In the near future, by repelling the great victory of the Horde, the prestige of the Kingdom of Lordaeron among humans is inevitable.

   Terenas II, who is now quite powerful, must have imprisoned the "traitor" Aiden in the palace of Alterac.

   That family is likely to be stripped of the inheritance, so you can help Oriden eliminate his rivals and form his little faction.

   But be careful not to get too involved in the succession of the kingdom that is about to rise up.

   In that country, there are some shadows that have already existed, which are quite terrifying forces, and you should be careful to avoid contact with them.

   For a month, no matter what the outcome is, you must go to Tol Barad to join me. "

   Undead Butler nodded.

   He waved the letter in his hand and said:

   "Does this kind of help start with an assassination?"

   "No, this assassination is just Mr. Moros. You joined Ravenhold's Assassin Club's 'resume'. They are very strict in selecting people."

   Black held the head of Gul'dan in his hand and said to Moros:

   "I believe that my housekeeper will not let me down, but in order to make it easier for you to complete these 'jobs' that you were not good at before, I will give you some help.

   Come, hold it. "

   The undead steward glanced at Gul'dan's skull, and without much hesitation, reached out and took off his gloves, revealing his already weathered hands, and placed them on top of the skull.

   As Black mobilized the remaining shadow magic power in the skull, the power was wrapped around Moros' undead body.

   Gives the same power to Moros in the same way he acquired the "Shadow Affinity" talent.

   "It will make you walk in the shadows more peacefully, and it will make it easier for you to feel the embrace and caress of the shadows. You need to perceive the rhythm of the shadows and learn to live in them instead of fighting them.

   That's the foundation of being an advanced assassin. "

  The pirate gave his own experience. After the shadow magic was absorbed by Moros, he took out another elf gold coin, put it in the butler's hand, and said:

   "You are already the body of the dead, and naturally you are not afraid of death. But this gold coin can bring you some 'good luck', or bad luck, just don't rely too much on it.

   I'm sorry to ask you to do this kind of dark work for me, my housekeeper.

   But after all, I and Medivh are different. I am not as talented as him. Every victory and every point of my strength must be carefully sought.

  My current group of incompetent subordinates have strength, but they lack wisdom.

  It is difficult for them to move freely in the current Eastern Continent. "

   Black said softly:

   "If you feel that this kind of work is out of your housekeeping duties, Mr. Moros, you can choose to refuse."

   "No, sir."

  Moros put the elven gold coin in his close-fitting pocket.

   He gracefully brought the gloves back to his hands, adjusted his tuxedo, and replied:

   "A qualified housekeeper will never refuse the work assigned by the master. Disappointment in the eyes of the master is the greatest shame in a housekeeper's life.

  I have served Master Medivh for nearly fifty years and I have never let him down.

  I won't let you down either, Mr. Drake, this is my obsession as a housekeeper.

   No matter the moment, you can trust your butler.

   This work may be difficult, but it is challenging.

   Using it as the starting point for my second butler life, just like the hard times when I came to the eccentric Master Medivh. "

   "I'm going to do my job, I may not be able to be by your side for a while, please take care of yourself."

  Moros took a step back and quietly disappeared into the shadows, he said softly:

   "Now, please allow me to retire, sir."

   (end of this chapter)