Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 203 22. The fishing guy is never empty! (superior)

   Watching Moros disappear into the shadows, Black threw the Orb of Deception into his luggage.

   To tell the truth, it was just Black's whim that he asked his butler to help Auriden Perenold, and it was considered to be in the face of the fraudulent orb that made him angry.

  Based on Alterac's current and future situation, Black is really not optimistic about Oridon's "big plan to become king".

   As for how much Moros can help, the pirates have not set a target line. His idea is very simple. If Oridon really rises, it will be better.

   If you fail, you have nothing to lose.

   Anyway, Alterac, a landlocked country, does not have much connection with the sea where he will be in the future.

The reason why    let Moros go over is to let this serious undead butler adapt to his new life. Moros in the game is very powerful.

  Black doesn't want to waste this kind of talent, just to serve himself tea and water every day.

  The pirates sorted out their expressions, picked up the wine glass again, stepped out of the warehouse, and joined the drunken carnival of the dwarves, and it was like this all night.

   Relying on the magical talent of alcoholics, Black continued to binge drink until the next morning, drinking all the dwarves who "challenged" him.

   "Hiccup I said last time that I want to give you a good gun. I haven't got a hiccup yet, but don't worry. When I go back to Ironforge, I will use the relationship to help you find it!

  Hiccup and Hemet II Jr. are drinking buddies, and hiccup from him is sure to get good stuff. "

  Drinking all night, Captain Darren Iron Mountain, who was wobbly walking, staggered Blake to the entrance of the castle in the early morning.

   The old dwarf burped his wine and patted his chest while re-promising his promise to Black. Black originally wanted to say that he had ordered a gun from the little dwarf Kelsey.

   Now there is a handy and powerful ranged weapon like the Hurricane Hunting Bow.

   But after thinking about it, dwarves are so stubborn, if you don't accept things they send, they will be regarded as not generous enough, so they just let it go.

   "Once you get a good gun, send it to the Assassin trainers in Ironforge. They are all Ravenholdt's official people."

   Black, riding on a horse, said to the dwarf captain:

   "They can always find me.

   I may have to seek a living at sea in the future, traveling around the world, and if I find a good wine, I will send you a copy, and I will send it to Dangarok Castle.

  Alright, you don't have to send it, you have to go to the front line at noon, so hurry up and sleep for a while.

  See you next time, my friend.

   Kill a few more orcs on the battlefield, I will pray for you in the sea. "

   After saying that, in the mournful farewell cry of the dwarf dwarf captain, who was unable to control his emotions due to excessive drinking, Blake summoned his cool **** horse and quickly disappeared under the hill.

   "Ah, this dwarf's true temperament is sometimes really unfortunate."

  Blake ran wildly across the hills of Hillsbrad for a year, rubbing his aching forehead. His alcoholic talent kept him from getting drunk.

   But the headache sequelae caused by alcoholism cannot be exempted.

   He was driven by the **** warhorse and galloped, watching a round of golden sunlight sprinkled on the peaceful hills in front of him, as if every tree and every farmland had brought a luster to it.

   The orcs here have been driven away.

   But the traces of damage they left are still there. Those farms were severely damaged by the war. In this early morning, farmers who had returned to their hometowns were tidying up the fields.

   The scenery is amazing.

   But the superstitious guys were always stunned to the ground when Black rode the hell-horse, which spewed flames from its nostrils, and its hooves wrapped in flames, to greet the farmers in a friendly way.

   This spoiled the good mood of the pirates a bit.

   But nothing.

   He wouldn't fight a bunch of superstitious farmers.

   "What a beautiful scenery, it's a pity that in ten years or so, this place will be completely over."

  Blake looked at the surrounding scenery with a little regret while the war horse galloped, and the outline of Nanhai Town could already be seen in front of him. He pouted and said maliciously:

   "I don't know how many lucky people here survived at that time? If you idiots are lucky once in a while, please quickly pray for the success of your highness's career.

   might be able to help you out of the disaster. "

   Ten minutes later, he came to the outskirts of Nanhai Town. Under the watchful eyes of a group of vigilant militiamen, the pirates disbanded his **** warhorse and threw his commendation order signed by Marshal Lothar to the militia captain.

   This action brought him "trouble".

   The mayor of Nanhai Town heard that an Alliance warrior was coming, and brought a group of people to greet him. He also alerted the Major Lordaeron, who was stationed at the pier port of Nanhai Town.

   Fortunately, Blake has changed back to his "classic dress".

   He covered himself with a face covering and a hood, and then took out a blade to prove his identity, and boasted about his experience to everyone, finally satisfying the boring curiosity of these people.

   "I need a griffin to go to Dalaran, Your Excellency Mayor Mareb."

  Blake lowered his voice with a serious look, and said to the young mayor in front of him:

   "This is a confidential mission, I have to go there to discuss with the mages, and then go to Stratholme to meet His Holiness the Pope. My time is very tight and the mission is very important.

   I hope you don't spread the news of my appearance. "

   "Is it related to the orcs?"

  The young mayor wears a sword around his waist, and he looks like a very capable character.

   He asked a serious question, Blake nodded, and the mayor coughed a little awkwardly and said:

   "Last night, a group of thugs suspected of being left by orcs took advantage of the darkness to steal a small merchant ship and escaped into the Palatine Gulf. They were very cunning and did not leave any valuable traces.

   also knocked out the soldiers on duty last night, stripped them naked and hung them on the pier.

   This is a provocation to the alliance!

  So this morning, all the Griffin Knights were sent out, which will be patrolling the open sea, looking for those thugs. It may take a little while for them to return, Warriors.

  You look tired, you can wait in town for a while. "

   "Huh? Invaded by thugs?"

  Blake thought about how capable the evil-eyed guys are, but his tone also became serious, he said:

   "Nanhai Town is an important port for the Alliance in the northern border. There are 500 soldiers stationed here, and the same number of militiamen. This infiltration incident is definitely not accidental, Mr. Mayor.

   I suspect there are traitors in town!

   must be taken seriously, and now that the orcs have been driven away by us, those cunning **** definitely don’t want to just admit defeat.

   Perhaps what happened last night was a tentative attack. And my conscience, as an alliance spy, does not allow me to stand by and watch, please allow me to join the search. "

   "We are very welcome, Lord Black."

   Mayor Mareb was overjoyed when he heard that the heroic alliance warrior in front of him was willing to help. He held the hilt at his waist and asked:

   "Need any support from us?"

   "I need permission to enter all parts of the town, including the armory, the granary, the material warehouse, and the military camp. These all require your authorization, Your Excellency."

   Black says:

   "I will search the town with my professional skills. If I find anything, I will contact you immediately, but the assassin's actions need to be secretive, please don't alert others.

   Just pretend I’ve never been here. "

   After a few minutes, Black, who was hiding in the shadows, almost laughed when he saw the authorization of the mayor in his hand.

   Of course, he didn't want to do any damage, so he just went to these places for a walk. It would be great if he could find interesting "trophies".

   As for the town's treasury, Black has no interest in it.

   money

   He has enough money in his hand, and there are treasures like mountains on Treasure Island. Now the alliance is carrying out a major counter-offensive, and it is when the money is used that taxes are used to support the front line.

   How many gold coins can there be in the vault of a small town?

   His first stop was the dock. He was about to go to the naval armory of Lordaeron at the dock. He had enough weapons, but his subordinates were not well-equipped.

   If you can find a few good weapons and good armor, it's a worthwhile trip.

   However, just as Blake was on his way to the dock armory, he suddenly heard a conversation between two young men fishing at the waterside of the dock.

   Content is interesting.

   "Hal, I had that dream again last night."

With chestnut red hair, he looks like a young man in his twenties, wearing a tattered white shirt, holding a wooden fishing rod, and using a blank and helpless tone, he yawns at the "fishing" beside him. friend," said a word.

   That fisherman's face was blank and lacking in expression, he asked perfunctorily:

   "Which dream?"

   "It was the dream I had in Dunhold. It's been a few times, and I told you about that."

   The young man who first spoke said in a voice of shame:

   "An orc who was used as a private slave by Blackmoore escaped. In the end the guy destroyed the whole castle and freed all the orcs we held in the asylum.

   He even became the king of the orcs. Called the warchief or something. Crazy, right? "

   "Stop thinking about it, Nat."

   His fisherman sighed helplessly and said:

   "You forgot the last time you talked nonsense and almost attracted soldiers to beat you up. Brigadier General Blackmoore is a hero of the Alliance, and he is now fighting on the front line with the soldiers of Dunhold Castle.

   You can dislike such a war hero, but you can't slander him with your temper, it's not good, it will bring trouble to you, and it will also bring trouble to me. "

"All right."

   The young man named Nat seemed to remember something unpleasant. He looked around and calmed down to fish. After being silent for more than ten seconds, he scratched his hair again and whispered:

   "Howl."

   "What's the matter? Nat?"

   Fisherman Hal got a little irritable, he said:

   "Don't tell me you had two dreams last night?"

   "Yes, I had two dreams last night, and I had the same dream again."

  Nate grabbed his hair and said with a look of fascination:

   "In that dream, I became the best fishing master in the world. I also moved to a place called Kalimdor. People from all over the world paid their respects to me.

  Many people learn to fish from me, including some beautiful girls.

  I was like a fisherman in my dream. Oh, Howl, don't go! I'm not finished yet. "

   "Go dream your dreams!"

  The fisherman Hal, who was called by Nat, turned his head, grabbed his broken hat, and threw it beside Nat. He waved his fishing rod like a sword, and he screamed:

   "I'm fed up with your broken dreams, Nat! You've been like this since you were a kid, you can only dream and fish, and you can't do anything well! I'm fed up with you!

  I'm going to join the army, even if I die in the Burning Steppes, I don't need to listen to you talking about these weird things all day long. "

   After saying that, Hal turned and left angrily.

   Behind him, Nat, holding his friend's tattered hat, shouted at Hal:

   "No, you won't die on the battlefield, Hal. I'll have two children and you'll live the rest of your life in a place called Theramore, but watch out for the turtle soup.

   That thing will kill you. "

   "Fuck your weird dreams, **** your turtle soup, Nat! Fake!"

   The fisherman yelled and ran away.

  Leaving Nat alone and sighed helplessly and lonely, he turned around and planned to continue fishing, but was stunned to find that there was a guy beside him.

   Dressed in black, with a hood and a face covering, he did not look like a good person.

   When did this guy come?

   "Hi, man."

   Black, who was sitting on the edge of the pier, took off the fishing rod he was carrying on his shoulders, glanced at Nat, and said softly:

   "Fishing, huh? You like this too? Let me tell you, I like fishing very much, maybe we can be friends, my name is Blake, I'm"

   "Wait, I seem to have seen you!"

  Nate carefully looked at the uninvited friend in front of him, and shrank his head again, he whispered in a strange tone:

   "I saw you in a dream, those people. They call you His Royal Highness Prince"

   (end of this chapter)