Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 228 47. Don't fight! That can't kill anyone

   "So, you were disfigured by the fire of the red dragon, and you were killed by the **** of death from hell, so you had to remain anonymous? Go outside the borders of civilization, find the help of the **** of death of an alien race, and lifted the curse, so that you can return to the world."

  The side of the small garden at Maris Farm.

   Nathanos, who was rubbing his forehead, raised his hand and interrupted Black's description. He frowned and said:

   "It doesn't sound like a lie, but what does that have to do with your decision to be a pirate?"

   "I said it all, the reasons are quite complicated."

  Black took out his very evil skull flask from his arms and twisted the lid.

   first glanced left and right, and then poured a mouthful.

   In front of him, in the early morning sun not far away, farmers hired from Darrow County were working together to plant seeds for this fertile land.

   And when the sun shines down, the dewdrops on the leaves of the farm plants will emit crystal light again, which is pleasing to the eyes.

   The clouds of war seem to have moved away from this area.

   In other words, even when the war was the most intense, the berserk orcs could not set foot here. After all, this is the hinterland of the kingdom and the most elite area in the northern border.

  The terrain is flat, the land is fertile, suitable for farming, and there are large areas of forest coverage, which makes this land rich in materials and can support many, many people.

   As long as the war on the front line is completely over and the soldiers are disarmed and return to the fields, within a year or two, this place will return to its former prosperity and prosperity.

   This is probably the taste of peace, fascinating.

   But it made Blake uncomfortable.

   is too quiet.

   In a very unseemly posture, he relaxed his body, slumped on the chair, turned his head and said to Nathanos:

   "Why, I can't tell you right now, but when we finish this hunt together, you'll understand. Actually, I got you an errand with Pope Fao.

   Now, this is for you. "

   He drew a rolled-up commission from his sleeve and placed it on the table in front of Nathanos.

   The latter picked it up and looked at it, and his eyes became weird.

   "You wrote this yourself?"

   "Yes, I wrote it myself.

   But the signature is indeed Alonzos Fao, it was signed by the Pope himself, with his holy light attached, and any priest in any church can distinguish the authenticity from the fake. "

   Black breathed a sigh of relief and whispered:

   "But the Pope is a cheapskate. He repeatedly told us not to show our identity to priests below the bishop until the real crisis.

   Once you are exposed, you lose this identity.

   is really cautious.

   for fear that we will use his authorization to misbehave. "

   "It says 'Templar Assassin', and it also says to walk in the dark and serve the light, it's not serious to listen to."

  Maris was playing with the letter of commission like the card in his hand, and he asked:

   "So, who are these assassins serving the Holy Light who are hunting? Does your choice to become a pirate destined to be spurned also have something to do with these powers?"

   "shush"

  The pirate made a silent gesture and said:

   "Don't ask with words, I hope you can see it with your own eyes, and I will also give Shore a picture of this. To be honest, there are not many people I can trust.

  I believe in the cruel view that friendship is trustworthy only if it is exchanged for life.

   Currently eligible, just the two of you.

   Okay, I won’t say anything extra.

  I'm going back to Andorhal in the afternoon, where I'll ride a griffin to Khaz Modan, will you go with me? "

   "Aren't you afraid that I will hold you back?"

   Nathanos said playfully:

   "After all, you are about to start the Assassin Master Trial now. You are already very strong, and I am still a **** who needs to walk with a cane."

"Stop it."

  The pirate waved his hand and said in a gloomy mood:

   "For a genius like you, it only takes one or two battles to win these false names. There are always some guys in this world that cannot be judged by common sense.

  You are.

  Shore too.

   Go and pack your clothes, you can't wear this pajamas on the battlefield. "

   At his urging, Nathanos entered the house with a cane.

  The pirate watched him leave, and whispered:

   "Who doesn't know that the strength of this NPC is a mystery from beginning to end. It only takes a cutscene to jump from level 1 to level 60. Maybe in a few years, I think you will be a skeleton question mark.

  Oh, I really envy this kind of 'ding' service. "

   "Wang Wang Wang"

   Just as Blake was complaining, he suddenly heard the always loyal and well-behaved hound barren, growling like crazy, he stood up and glanced at the farm lawn.

   found that the little murloc, who was uncomfortable not courting death, didn't know what method he used, but he even rode on the wasteland's neck, and his two claws firmly grasped the wasteland's collar.

  The hound kept jumping and rolling, trying to throw the little murloc off his back.

   But the Pembers hold tight.

   While croaking, he moved his body following the beating of the hound.

   is really like a dog rider, being led by the barren to run around on the grass, most of his body is flying in the air, but he still enjoys it.

   attracted the surrounding working farmers to whisper one by one.

   This little idiot is really getting skinny—

  The flying speed of the griffin is very fast, and the process of riding this furry beast across the distance is very comfortable.

The Wildhammer dwarves have made very good saddles for the Griffin, an intelligent aerial beast that is well trained not to suddenly accelerate or fly very high, so as to take care of its vulnerable riders .

  Blake and Nathanos set off from Andorhal, the most prosperous city in East Weald, and flew all the way south, over the Hillsbrad Hills, the Arathi Highlands, and over the wetlands that pirates miss.

   Carefully avoided Grim Batol, the dwarf waste city currently occupied by the dragonmaw orcs, and instead of taking the snowy Khaz Modan, he took a detour and took the road from the dwarf territory of Loch Modan.

   Finally arrived at the current logistics base of the Alliance Army, a place called the Valley of the Kings.

  This trip took a day and a half.

   If you ride a horse, it will take at least half a month to cross the small eastern continent.

When Black jumped off the tired Griffin, he really missed the convenient and quick teleportation technique of the old Lich. Unfortunately, in the current Dalaran city, he could use teleportation technique to send the two of them over halfway in an instant. There are also very few high-level spellcasters on the mainland.

   As for the permanent portal, don’t even think about it.

During the    war, those permanent portals that cost a lot of mana have long stopped. Antonidas brought more than half of the mages to support the front line, and Dalaran lacked manpower to maintain the portal.

   "I think we should find a mage as a permanent teammate."

  Blake changed into a more low-key outfit, covered his body with a long hood, and said to the ranger who was also wearing a hood:

   "It's much more convenient to go on the road without begging him to fight."

   "You're too embarrassed to say it."

   Nathanos, who was also tired after a long flight, said to Black:

   "Didn't you brag that you have a fleet and a ghost ship? Wouldn't it be more comfortable to travel by sea? Where's your ship?"

   "Cough, griffins are pretty good too."

   Black coughed and said:

   "At least you don't have to worry about being shot down by naval guns while you're flying, don't you think? You unscrupulous bastard! The poor bird has been flying with you for more than a day, and you're still complaining about this and that.

  Not a word of thanks.

   The bird should have dropped you from the sky! "

   "You were the one who complained first."

  Maris snorted, and after walking out of the gryphon fence, he looked left and right, and the wide valley in front of him was full of tents. From this height, the tents were scattered in a random pattern.

   According to different functions, they are also separated, like a noisy military camp.

   On the mountain road in the back, there are continuous dwarf goat cargo teams, carrying all kinds of materials.

It is worth mentioning that the reason why this valley is called the Valley of the Kings is because the dwarves carved the statues of two dwarf kings on the ridges on both sides with very exaggerated and exquisite carvings at the entrance of this valley. .

   These two statues are at least 100 meters high.

   Guards on the left and right at the entrance to the Valley of the Kings, holding warhammers and helmets, roaring towards the barren land outside the other exit of the Valley of the Kings.

   "Madoran Bronzebeard, Cardros Wildhammer, two kings of the dwarven clans in the Battle of the Three Hammers."

  Black looked back at this very mighty and exaggerated statue, and looked at the other side in the direction they were facing. He said to Nathanos beside him:

"When the dwarves carved the statues of heroes here more than 200 years ago, they would never have imagined that more than 200 years later, the decisive battle between humans and orcs will also start on the old battlefield of the Battle of the Three Hammers. .

  I'm really glad the orcs don't know how to do diplomacy

   If they charge all the way and bring the Dark Iron dwarves who live in the Blackrock Mountains of the Burning Steppes as allies, we definitely won't win so easily. "

   "I think things need to be looked at from two aspects."

  Marris rubbed his chin and said to Black:

   "If the Dark Iron Dwarves and the Orcs merge, then when they invade the northern border, the Wildhammer Dwarves, the Dark Iron Dwarves' mortal rivals, will definitely join the alliance as soon as possible.

  With the help of the Griffins of the Sky Children, the red dragons of the orcs will not be so rampant.

  You probably didn't have to experience that 'death' before. "

   "Huh? Do you think this is a good thing?"

   Black pouted and said:

   "If I hadn't experienced that disaster, I would still be the high prince, commanding the fleet to walk on the sea all day long. You are a little ranger, and you still want to curry favor with your highness?

   Wishful thinking. "

   "That's right, my highness."

  Nathanos made an exaggerated audience. He raised his finger and said:

   "Then, Your Honorable Highness, can we go now to find our friend?"

   "Well, of course, my Chief Ranger General."

  The pirate put on the air of an arrogant nobleman, put his hands behind his back, and said to the ranger:

   "Open the way ahead! Let the idle people and others get out of the way quickly, and don't get in the way of your Highness."

   "Did you talk so badly before?"

  Marris groaned.

  Black retorted:

   "You've been with the high elves who are best at pretentiousness for so long, and since you still think I'm rude? This is the kind tone that my Highness used when I was young and frivolous, okay?"

   The two guys just quarreled all the way and walked into the noisy and busy military camp in front of them.

   Both of them have military ranks, and they are not low.

   Therefore, under the leadership of the guards, they quickly found the tent camp of the MI7 of Stormwind Kingdom, which is part of the MI7, so there are more guards on the periphery.

  Many people are busy in it, constantly collecting and releasing carrier pigeons, collecting news, and some small wizards serve them, using magic to send information to the front line, or send it back to the rear.

   "Shore!"

  Blake was in the deepest tent and saw his old friend who was sitting at the desk and working hard. He whistled and shouted.

  Shore raised his head when he heard the familiar voice, and frowned when he saw Blake.

The    figure disappeared into the shadows. Black reacted very quickly, and pushed Nathanos away from him.

   The light of the sharp blade swayed in front of his eyes for a moment, and the pirate also entered the shadow cloak. He did not draw his sword, like two dancing shadows, he fought Shaw several times within a few seconds.

   When the two approached again, it was not easy to disarm the dagger in Shaw's hand.

   But Shaw did not stop attacking, and continued to fight with his fists in silence.

   At the same time in a whisper, said to Black:

   "There are a lot of people here, understand?"

  Blake understood in an instant.

The    slap was a slap on the face of Shaw, which seemed to anger Shaw, making his attack more severe, and the pirates also responded.

   Maris, who was watching this scene, looked puzzled, and then he saw Blake wink at him. The next moment, the guy stretched his voice and shouted:

   "Hey, stop fighting, you two! If you want to fight, change to a spacious place, okay!"

   "It's easy to accidentally get hurt, bastard!"

   (end of this chapter)