Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 211 30. Visiting the Church

  Ansrem Ruinwivere, Dalaran Archmage, Legendary Spellcaster, Member of the Council of Six.

  When Antonidas took Dalaran's spellcasters to the front to support Marshal Lothar's battle, the archmage was entrusted with the important task of staying in Dalaran.

   He has won the trust of Antonidas, and has enough strength to defend the city of Dalaran.

   But this guy has a bad reputation.

   Everyone who has seen him will complain about his rigidity, dullness, and inhumanity, but one thing, as far as Black knows, this archmage can really be regarded as a hero of Dalaran.

  In another timeline, after Dalaran was destroyed, Antonidas was killed and everyone else ran, but he stayed.

   Presided over the rebuilding of Dalaran amid all the difficulties.

   Without him, the city-state of Dalaran would have completely disappeared after 24 years of the Dark Portal, and there would be no more legendary stories after that.

   This is a tough guy, a tough character who can't get enough.

   It was precisely because the pirates knew him well enough that he knew at the moment of meeting that it would be difficult for him and the archmage to become friends.

   It's better to get paid instead of trying to please.

   Besides, if all goes well, pirates will become the most wanted targets in Dalaran after a while.

   So, why bother yourself?

   "Om"

   In the teleportation technique of the streamer shattering, Blake came to the domed balcony at the top of the Violet Castle.

  This is a small room, but from here you can overlook the whole night view of Dalaran. If you have better eyesight, you can see Lordamere Lake in the distance, and even Lordaeron City on the other side of the lake.

   There are lights embellished there, a night scene in the world.

   "I very much suspect that you are targeting me on purpose. Who can't you send? Do you have to send that nasty ghost Ansrem to pick me up?"

  Black turned around and looked at Merry Winterwind, who was sitting on the balcony chair, leaning on the Staff of the Guardian, and said:

   "Is this going to give me a slap in the face?

Are you    a warning to me to obey the order of spellcasters in Dalaran?

   Or, old friend, while adjusting to the power of the lich, your heart has slipped to the dark side, and you plan to bury your best friend in this city?

  My God, Merry! You are so evil that pirates like me feel creepy. "

  Blake made an exaggerated and contrived voice, and asked a lowly question.

   "Why do you always like to think too much? Blake, this is not a good habit. You are so paranoid that you will push everyone around you further and further away from you."

  The old master closed his eyes and said in a low voice:

   "I asked Ansrem to come over because Dalaran's defenses are now empty, and now in this city, he is the only one who can stably restrain you.

  You have some kind of malice towards this city.

   This can be seen from the fact that you deliberately left clues to the unbelievers in Wharton.

  I can probably guess what you're trying to do, but I'm not in the mood to intervene, it's between you and the Kirin Tor, and I'm going to focus on the real threat now. "

   "Hey, it's boring."

  Black showed a dull smile, he raised the suitcase in his hand, and said to Merry Winterwind:

   "Then let's get down to business, let's go to the Pope. Did you tell him?"

   "Well, sent a letter."

The   lich stood up, combed his robes, and said:

   "Faol is very concerned about the darkness, and he has come to Lordaeron from Stratholme, at this time in the city on the other side of Lake Lordamere.

   Maybe he sensed some crisis from the Holy Light.

   He was very urgent. "

   "Of course, His Majesty the Pope is urgent. The signs of darkness eroding the Church of the Holy Light have already appeared."

The    pirate gave a mysterious smile and said:

   "He just lacks a clue to discover that hidden danger, and your letter completes the last clue for him.

   Don't doubt the wisdom of the old man. If he chooses to become a mage instead of becoming a priest, there will be no Antonidas in Dalaran. "

   "Why do you hate Antonidas so much?"

   Old Merry glanced at him and said:

   "Has he done anything to hurt you or your family?"

"still has not now."

   Pirate shrugged and said:

   "It won't be certain in the future. If I hand over little Jaina to you, if you teach her to be a middle school girl with a strong sense of justice, old Merry, believe me.

   I will break every bone of yours. "

   "I believe you can do it with some very evil conspiracy, but I doubt you have that chance."

  Old Merry was not in the mood to quarrel with the pirates, so he took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to Blake, saying:

   "This is all the news about Finna Golden Sword. Unfortunately, that girl is not in Dalaran now. What the orcs did in Quel'Thalas made many elves very angry.

  Miss Fenner is one of those angry people.

   She has now joined Quel'Thalas' expedition to fight in the Burning Steppes. "

   "Well, that's a pity."

  The pirates put away the letter and asked again:

   "Where's my Aunt Jinjian? Is Dai Lin's old lover still alive?"

   "You should call him father."

  The old mage corrected Blake's name very rigorously, and then said:

   "According to my information, Ms. Jinjian has lived in Silvermoon City for all these years, and it is said that she is a senior member of the Silvermoon Council, although she is reclusive.

   But her connections are pretty amazing. "

   "Ha, this matter also involves the battle between the royal party of the high elves and the council? The woman Dai Lin likes is really unusual. I am getting more and more headaches about my family tree."

   A look of headache appeared on the pirate's face.

  The old mage admired the troubles that Black had encountered, which seemed to make the mage, who was increasingly indifferent, in a good mood. Without waiting for the pirate to say more, he stepped forward with the staff of the guardian and waved to open a portal to Lordaeron.

  After becoming a lich, Old Merry's manipulation of magic power has taken a higher level, and the spellcasting is easy and relaxed, as if all the rules that bind the caster do not take effect here.

   This is the power of the legendary class.

   Concretizes the power of the six major systems and opens the **** to a higher level of power.

   This is the beginning of greatness and immortality, and the end of most professionals.

   As for the mythical profession

  Don't make trouble, how can that kind of rare thing be pursued by ordinary people?

   Human civilization has evolved for nearly three thousand years, and only by relying on the stacking of the power of mages from generation to generation, the only mythical professional Tirisfal guardian was created.

   It can be seen that the power of this demigod is hard to find.

  To pursue this kind of power, it is not about perseverance, persistence, and courage, it is luck!

   is about a fate.

   Just look at Medivh and you'll know.

   Casting a good tire is better than anything else.

   "Om"

  Blake stepped on the portal, and after a slight dizziness, he was greeted by a sharp long sword resting on his neck, shining with the warm power of holy light.

   looks very gentle.

   But as soon as the blade is cut, this tenderness will immediately turn into the indifference of death.

   "Remove camouflage."

   The tall knight in the hood in front of him squeezed out a cold sentence from the Y-shaped crack in the battle helmet.

  Black looked past his figure and looked back.

   The crown of Alonthos Fao, who had met once in Lordaeron before, also wore a hood, dressed like a mysterious man, and was praying in front of the holy light emblem in this secret stronghold.

   Obviously, this was a secret interview.

   "We meet again, Great Knight of Dassault."

  Blake said hello very gently, removing the camouflage effect of the Fraud Orb on his body.

   When he saw that he was wearing a pirate trench coat, a black pirate hat, and a blindfold, the knight in front of him immediately showed a strange anger.

   was suppressed by him again.

   The indifference in the eyes of the great knight was even more indifferent when he saw the three skulls strung with iron chains hanging from the pirate's chest and picked up the more evil skull jug.

"Why do you want to"

   he asked.

   Obviously, he has recognized Black's true identity from the familiar face in front of him.

   As a great knight who fought side by side with Daelin in the Orc War, Saidan Dathohan, who is as strong as steel, also expressed a deep doubt about Black's life choices.

   "Don't ask, it's just out of interest."

  The pirate showed him a perfect and impeccable smile, lifted the suitcase in his hand, and handed it to the great knight who put away the sword, saying:

   "This is my sincere tribute to the Holy Light as a Templar Assassin. As I promised before the Holy Light, I walk in the dark and I serve the light.

   So don't look at me with that disgusting look, great knight.

   In terms of actions, you, who are loyal to your faith, are no different from me, who is despised by you. "

   This was a little overstepping, and Dathohan took another look at the young pirate.

   Without saying a word, he picked up the suitcase, opened it and took a look, making sure there was no danger, before presenting it to the Pope.

   But Alonsos Fao did not turn back immediately.

   Even if he has already sensed the strange magic fluctuations coming out of the box.

   He was still like a most sincere believer, with the rosary beads spinning in his hand, standard and quiet, and completed today's prayers.

   It seems that everything that happens around him before the prayer is completed will not affect his dialogue with the faith in his heart.

   Pirates did not bother with the process.

   The lich beside him also did not disturb the process.

   After a few minutes, the Pope's prayer was completed. He picked up a priest's holy staff from his hand, stood up on his back, and turned his head with a gentle and warm smile.

   He stretched out his hand and touched the dark red, crystal glass-like eyeball placed in the box in front of him.

   "I felt terrible evil from it. Even though this darkest soul has disappeared into the world, it still makes me terrified."

  Her Majesty Fao said in his signature sympathetic tone:

   "May the Light bless his dark soul and be redeemed in another world."

   "Gul'dan will have no redemption to speak of, Your Majesty."

   Black said softly:

   "The alien **** of death will not give him a merciful execution until he drains his last ounce of power. Just as when that moment comes, everyone must choose a path of farewell for the sins they have committed in their lives.

  If this tribute pleases the Light, then I boldly ask you to pray a little more for my soul in future daily prayers.

   to help me through every bad day that belongs to the unbelievers. "

   "Little Drake, we talked about doctrine last time."

  Fao raised his head, glanced at Black, and said:

   "The Holy Light will not force it, you can choose whether you believe it or not. But in front of two sincere believers, you should not say these blasphemous words.

   And if I'm not confused, I should have told you last time that the Holy Light does not need you to make any tribute to it in its name.

   Just like the Church and I, there is no need for a real 'Templar Assassin'. "

   "Your Majesty, I choose to serve the Holy Light, and this is my freedom."

   Pirate shrugged and said:

   "The last time I told you that I wanted to become a Templar Assassin, I wasn't asking for your permission, I was just telling you my decision. As for whether the church needs my presence or not.

  You will soon realize that the fearless righteous are willing to give everything for their faith, but there is still much they cannot do.

  Especially now that we are about to set off in pursuit of the dark secrets of the eternal existence.

  When we truly stand on the other side of the Holy Light, when the absolute opposite of the Holy Light’s righteous faith is revealed in the shadows, you will know that you need my presence.

   Just like behind the light, there is always a shadow.

  You will give me the title of 'Templar Assassin' willingly.

  You will willingly provide me with all help when I need it, not because your faith is not firm enough, but because of the things I can do. The things that the light can't do!

  I, firmly believe this. "

  The pirate said this in a calm tone, as if speaking some truth.

   He looked at the silent old man in front of him and said:

   "Don't waste your time, Your Majesty.

   A big man like you can look so high-profile even in a covert operation, we have to complete this expedition before the pervasive Ravenholdt discovers your whereabouts.

   I hope your faith is strong enough to allow you to accept the darkness behind history. "

   (end of this chapter)