Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 227 46. Although he is crippled, he has gained love

  In the hinterland of Lordaeron Kingdom, the area where Stratholme and East Wilder meet, on the banks of the Sodoril River, next to a farm, the postman just finished delivering the letter and left on horseback.

   The bell of the horse has not yet dissipated, and the sound of the hound's roaring sounded.

   A tiger-headed Gilneas Royal Hound jumped out of the house, jumped very swiftly in the air, and threw the gluttonous fat pigeon parked on the railing to the ground.

   But it did not take the pigeon as food.

   It is very clear that this is a domestic breed, and the owner likes these flying stupid birds very much. The loyal hound just played with it, but it terrified the pigeon.

   When the hound's paws were released, the poor pigeon fluttered and flew away.

   "Quiet, deserted."

   A gentle voice sounded from the house, and the hound, who was planning to chase the pigeons, immediately stopped in place, and soon, a young man wearing a coat and leaning on a cane walked out of the house on the farm.

   "Another letter has arrived, probably a battle report."

   Nathanos Maris, who had been home for nearly two months due to illness, stretched his shoulders. He leaned on a cane and brought his hound to the farm mailbox.

  The farmers in the neighborhood knew that the owner of this small farm was a war hero. He heard that the young man had killed a terrible orc lord on the battlefield, and was praised by the kings and Marshal Lothar.

   Therefore, when they passed by, they would always deliberately greet this young man.

   is not to please.

   is a very simple thank you and respect, it is such a brave person fighting on the front line to protect them and their property from being poisoned by orcs.

   And Maris greeted the passing farmer friendly and took the letter out of the mailbox. As he walked back with his hound, he looked down at the letter in his hand.

   "The Alliance Military News, the invitation to the Barov family's dinner party, the invitation to the Hand of Tyr recruit camp, and eh?"

  Nathanos held the last letter in his hand with a surprised expression.

  Because the inscription of the letter was written in elf script, and the graceful handwriting was very familiar. He looked left and right, and, like a thief, put the letter in his hand under his nostrils and sniffed.

   There was no scent.

  Think about it too.

  This letter was sent by the postman. It took a day or two to get here from Quel'Thalas, and there is no chance that any fragrance will remain on it.

  Maris suddenly felt that his behavior was a little obscene, he hurriedly stood up straight, coughed lightly, held the letter in his hand as if nothing had happened, and hurriedly returned to the room with a cane.

   also specially let Loyal Desolate guard outside the door, then pulled out the chair, sat down, and opened the envelope.

  The military newspaper with military information, the sincere invitation from the largest noble in the vicinity, and the letter from the recruit camp asking him to teach archery were all put aside, and the elf letter was picked up first.

   But after opening the envelope, Maris froze in place.

   is empty inside!

  Someone took the letter!

   Just as the postman put the letter in the mailbox and picked it up by himself, someone moved his hands and feet under the barren surveillance!

This.

   Nathanos' expression changed rapidly.

   But then, he got up quietly, stretched out, and pretended to pour a pot of tea. When he approached the dining table, the human ranger's hand twitched lightly under the dining table.

   Then, he froze in place again.

   I clearly set a musket here

   "Are you looking for this?"

   A hoarse voice sounded behind Maris, and the ranger threw the letter opener in his hand with a standard lethal throwing technique the moment he turned around.

   Hurry and fast.

   The narrow sharp blade whistled towards the person behind him.

  The hound guarding the door also slammed open the door, roaring and pounced. At the same time, the cane in Maris' hand twisted slightly, and with the sound of the sharp blade being unsheathed, a cane sword jumped into his hand.

   Like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, swinging the blade of the sword, it stabbed behind him.

"boom"

   The slender blade of the dancing stick sword was pushed aside by a finger with a shadow, and the letter-cutting knife thrown by the ranger was also hit by the flying knife woven by the shadow and dropped in the air.

   The hound that rushed over was still fierce in mid-air, but when it landed, it rolled and squatted neatly on the ground.

   It recognized the guy in the chair.

   It recognized that it was the owner's friend.

   It even remembers the guy who took care of the owner and it when it was hurt.

   Maris also recognized the stranger.

   "Black! Are you back?"

   "Of course I'm back. I ran thousands of miles to see my friend, but I almost got stabbed to death by your sword."

   Black sat on the chair behind him, put the musket with the bullets removed from his hand aside, and looked at his little dress with a hole in his body distressed.

   He said in a very dissatisfied tone:

   "I just made this dress the day before yesterday. It cost a lot of money. You ruined it just after wearing it. You have to pay me! Big farmer."

   "It's not my fault, friend."

  Nathanos put away his sword in embarrassment. He opened his arms to Black and said:

   "You can knock on the door and come in, but you have to play this Ravenhold game with me. I didn't let Desolate bite off your hand, and I have already given you a lot of face."

   "Ha, after two months of rest, I haven't grown much, but I have practiced oral skills, right? Such sharp teeth and sharp mouths."

  The pirate stood up, laughed and hugged the ranger in front of him gently.

   He said in Nathanos' ear:

   "Take your fingers out of my pocket, the letter from Lady Sylvanas to you is not there."

"what"

  The Ranger let out a pained cry, took out his fingers from Black's coat pocket, and swung them up and down, but the little murloc who bit his hand didn't let go.

   looks like he is going to bite off the hand of this guy who dares to disturb his sleep.

"Ha ha ha ha"

  The unscrupulous pirate saw this scene and smiled.

   He sat back on the chair and whistled, only then did Pemberpa let go, dexterously jumped on the ground, jumped back into the pirate's arms, and swiftly climbed onto his shoulders.

  This little guy sat there, stretched out humanely, and stared at Nathanos with his big eyes.

   As for Black, Shi Shiran took out a folded piece of letter paper from his arms.

   He put the letter under his nose, sniffed lightly, glanced at Nathanos, and said exaggeratedly:

   "The aroma of black roses is probably from the flowers of Windrunner Manor. The high elves like to add these things to the ink to show their unique taste.

   These elves are hypocritical.

   And as far as I know, in the culture of the elves, different aromas represent different meanings. Tsk tsk tsk, black rose."

"give it to me!"

  Nathanos threw away his cane and quickly reached out to grab the letter.

   But he was avoided by the pirates more flexibly. Like a monkey, he stood up on the chair, flipped over again, and jumped into the shadows before landing.

   In the next instant, the voice of the pirate came from the shadow, and he was in this room, but he couldn't find his exact location.

   "My dear apprentice:"

   "I'm very happy to hear that you have recovered from your injuries, and I desperately hope to see you again in Eversong Forest. The orcs have severely damaged this place, and the Sun King sent elite rangers to support the war.

  I need everyone here who is willing to contribute to Quel'Thalas, I know, you too"

  Black's level of Thalassian is not very good.

   When I read the letter, I couldn't read the elegant accents of the high elves that turned several turns. Naturally, it didn't have that coldness and a hint of friendship.

   But as soon as he read the beginning, he saw Nathanos pick up a unique golden bow from the cupboard with a frosty look on his face.

  It has shield-shaped gauntlets, and the bow body is spread out like a phoenix's wings. It is very beautifully made, and it is painted in gold and red. The most terrible thing is that a magic binding arrow has been attached to the bowstring.

  “Shu”

  The pirate appeared from the shadows, made a gesture of surrender, and said to Maris:

   "Well, well, I was wrong, I shouldn't make fun of the goddess in your heart, my brother. But you're a lucky cripple, far from your hometown, and beautiful people send letters."

   "I really want to shoot your head with an arrow."

   Nathanos gnawed his teeth with hatred for cheap pirates.

   But in the end, the bowstring was still not drawn.

   He put the war bow aside, reached out to avoid the letter, folded it carefully, put it in his arms, glared at the innocent pirate again, and said:

   "Where have you been for the past two months? I entrusted Ravenholdt to look for your traces, but the powerful Assassin Alliance has rarely returned the entrustment.

   None of them can find you. You went beyond the borders of civilization? "

   "My two months, it's too complicated to say."

  Black shrugged, took out the gloomy Skull of Gul'dan from the big backpack, and rubbed it up and down in his hand, Nathanos' eyes narrowed immediately.

   This is an orc skull, and with the magic and fel energy floating on it, he has a bold guess.

   "You hunted Gul'dan?"

  Marris asked, and the pirate spread his hands and made a "you guessed it" action.

   "I even brought you a present."

  Black didn't want to talk too much about it, he took another large magic suitcase from his luggage and slammed it on the dining table.

The    pressure made the table tremble, which shows that this thing is very heavy.

   He opened the box, stroked the two human-sized things, then turned the box around and pushed it to the surprised Maris, saying:

   "A giant beast egg from outside the borders of civilization, I asked a friend to get it, I don't know if it can hatch, but if you don't want it, you can fry it now.

I'm serious.

  I came all the way from Andorhal and haven't had breakfast yet, so I'm going to be a little hungry. "

   Nathanos did not answer.

   He stretched out his hand and touched the surface of this Devilsaur egg. A stream of pale green energy seeped out from his palm, as if communicating with the life that was hatching in it.

   After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and said to Black:

   "It can hatch, its vitality is very tenacious, and it will become the real king of beasts in the future, maybe I should take it to Quel'Thalas, there is more magic to make it grow healthier.

  Thank you, Blake.

   I love this gift. "

   "I warn you."

  Black patted the table, pointed to Nathanos and said:

   "Dare to pass the things I gave you to Sylvanas, I will never spare you! That girl can't control such a wild creature.

   The elf's aesthetics probably won't like it either. "

"how could be?"

  Marris laughed awkwardly. He glanced out the window and said:

   "You sure didn't drop by to see me, did you?"

   "Look at what you said, it hurts my heart. Can't I just make a special trip to see my friends?"

  Blake walked over to Maris's kitchen and made a sandwich for himself. While playing with the knife in his hand, he said:

   "Well, I do need your help with something. I took a job from the church to track down a dangerous person. I'm going to call Shore together.

   But there was some unpleasantness between me and his fierce grandma.

  Shore will not necessarily help me.

   He is afraid of his grandmother, the poor child has been shadowed since childhood.

   Also, there is something else I want to tell you.

I."

  Black put down the knife, picked up the sandwich, and put it in his mouth. He didn't look back, and said vaguely:

   "Now a pirate."

   "Before a pirate, I was a prince, I came from Kul Tiras"

  PS:

   Push a friend's new book: "I am God! ", from a good friend, "Blowing Hair in History", he is much more powerful than me. We usually call him a blowing blow, abbreviated as Hung.

   Just by the name, he is definitely a heavyweight. His two previous books were very powerful, and they belonged to the strong that made me envious and hateful.

   In short, the new book needs everyone's support. If there is a shortage of books, or friends who like to have brain holes, you can take a look.

   (end of this chapter)