Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 237 56. New faction · Uncrowned

   Badlands, Melting Dock.

   This is a new "business port" built by the goblins in this abandoned land. It was completed a few months ago, and there are not many ships in the dock now.

  The whole pier is very unpopular, like a big warehouse.

   At the entrance, you can also see several alliance knights bargaining with the goblin merchants.

   They were ordered to buy some military supplies from here and take them to the front line of the Badlands. But this scene is not normal, because the goblin merchants are offering too low prices.

   is like half sale and half free.

   Is this something any normal-minded goblin could do?

  Unfortunately, a few human knights were not satisfied. They demanded the goblins to lower the price with a tough attitude. Logically speaking, the goblins who pursued profit would definitely not agree to such a "shameless" request.

   But the weird thing is that after some discussion, the goblins who never lose money in business actually give in!

  Can you believe it?

   The goblin merchants actually took the initiative to cut prices!

   Let a few human knights hold their helmets and look proud as if they had won a battle, while the green-skinned goblins, like defeated roosters, will go to the warehouse to gather goods in despair.

   The human knights dared to blackmail the goblins so blatantly, and they managed to grasp the difficulties of the goblins.

   These little green-skinned men helped the beasts build ships and provided supplies to the orcs in the pre-middle period of the war, which had violated the taboo of the alliance.

   Before they dared to do business with the orcs, they were sure that the orcs could at least defend the southern border of the mainland under the offensive of the alliance and form a separatist regime.

   But now, the orcs are defeated like a mountain.

  The rapid changes in the war made it too late for the goblins to change their strategies.

   The current situation is very unfavorable for the goblin consortium. Once the alliance has won a big victory and completely eliminated the orc power on the continent, the next unlucky one will definitely be the goblins.

   The fleet of Kul Tiras alone is enough for a few goblin consortia to drink a pot.

   So now, making money or something is trivial.

   At this stage, the most important thing is to win back the goodwill of the alliance, which is also the main reason why the goblins build a dock in the Badlands, a place where birds don't shit.

   They had to jump to the victor's side before the orcs were defeated.

   In fact, after the alliance army entered the Khaz Modan theater, one-third of the weapons and equipment of the vanguard army were sent by the goblins on their own initiative.

   Marshal Lothar, after weighing it up, accepted the goblin's half-sale and half-sell "voluntary surrender".

   But the marshal forgives the goblins, it does not mean that other kingdoms will forgive them.

   So after the war, the goblin consortium had to shed another blood, especially Kul Tiras, who could launch a devastating attack on the South China Sea trade route at any time.

   If you don't feed Daelin's big appetite, Booty Coast is saying nothing.

   But the troubles of the goblins won't disturb Blake's good mood for the time being. He will be drinking wine in the pier tavern.

   This is a typical goblin tavern.

  The place is cramped and dark, with few tables.

   The windows are not big, and the interior is decorated with various weird mechanical parts. Because it mainly serves goblins, the overall height of the tavern is very low.

   When humans enter the door, they have to bow their heads.

   is not as lively and atmosphere as the taverns in Boralus Harbor, and it lacks the taste that some taverns should have.

  Because the pier is not very popular, this will be in the tavern, and Blake will be a guest.

   He was lying on the bar, with a bottle of wine in front of him, and he poured himself a drink. In front of him, the goblin bartender shrank behind the counter with a look of fear.

   He saw Black's pirate hat, and he saw the pirate walking out of the sea with his own eyes. Naturally, he didn't dare to provoke him.

   The sun was calling in from the door of the bar behind the pirates, and was shining on the ground behind Black.

   is like the dividing line between light and dark, bringing the drinking pirate into the shadow of the edge of the sun.

   "Jingle"

   The door of the bar was pushed open, the closed wooden door hit the bell on the door frame, and closed again the next moment, undisguised footsteps sounded behind Blake, walking slowly.

   pulled out the chair beside him, sat there, threw a silver coin at random, and said to the dreaded goblin bartender in a very elegant and magnetic voice:

   "Bring me and my friend two badlands whiskey, the ten-year-old kind, don't fool us with the fake ones, my friend will be very upset."

   "Who is your friend?"

   The slightly drunk pirate said without looking up:

   "It's a bad habit to identify friends randomly, uncle, this habit will kill you one day."

   "I'm not talking about you, smug young man."

  The mysterious Duke took off his top hat and put it aside.

   The other chair next to him was pulled away very gentlemanly. After a few seconds, Granny Shaw, who was staggering and had a bandage on her shoulders, pushed open the store door and walked in.

   She changed into a loose robe to cover the wound, walked to the bar, and sat on the chair beside the Duke.

   "She's my friend, young man. Do you think I'm going to treat you to a drink? You think beautifully."

   Mr. Duke, who was dressed like a well-kept aristocratic old man, laughed and reached out to pick up the black wine bottle handed over by the goblin. With a flick of his finger, the cork flew out.

  The flying stopper, like a bullet, bounced back and forth on the bar three times, and finally hit the pirate in the eye, and was lightly caught by the latter.

The Duke    poured wine for Granny Shaw, who was incapacitated, and said to Blake beside him:

   "Congratulations on your win, you are now a Master Assassin, and your Master Assassin Seal will be delivered to you in a few days. Oh, and these two things, you forgot on the battlefield.

  I brought it back for you. "

   He put the wine bottle in his hand on the table, and gently took it out from his pocket, the hilt of the blazing long sword and the dagger of Demon Strike were placed by the pirate's hand.

   These two weapons were disarmed and removed by Granny Shaw when she was fighting before.

   "Thank you, Your Excellency."

  Blake politely thanked him.

   put away his weapon, picked up the wine bottle, poured a glass of wine for the little fishman next to him, and the little idiot sat cross-legged on the bar, holding the wine glass with both claws and gulping.

   That attitude, full of murloc drunkard appearance.

   "But I already have a seal."

   In the tavern where the three of them sat side by side, Blake raised his left hand, admiring the emerald ring on his finger, and said in a relaxed tone:

   "I like this ring very much. After all, it has a special meaning, so don't bother you to customize it for me."

   The Duke who was drinking stopped.

   He put down the wine glass in his hand, looked at Blake, and said seriously:

   "You know, what are you talking about? And you know, what are you doing? Are you drinking too much, young man?"

"Know."

  Blake coughed a few times, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and said:

   "Mother Shaw will permanently lose her name as Master Assassin, and her faction will be dissolved immediately, unless they can take it back from me, or steal this ring back.

   Of course I know what I'm doing.

   I declared war on them.

   They either have to fight.

   Or just accept the result in dismay. "

After   , the pirate straightened up, leaned back on the chair, looked around the duke sitting in the middle, and said to Pasonia, who was drinking silently at the other end:

   "This is my agreement with Shaw, mother-in-law. He said that within three years, he will take this ring back from me and bring back the glory for you. Are you so unsure of your grandson?"

"Hehe, my grandson just joined forces with an outsider and stabbed me in the heart of this old woman. When you took away my title and my past, my grandson also took away my career and my pursuit. .

  I have nothing now, as you said, I can only live on memories. "

   Granny Xiao said in a lonely tone:

   "Of course I have confidence in Mathias, he has proved that he is better than me. At his age, I can't make up my mind to betray my family."

   "It's not that you teach well."

  Blake laughed, picked up the glass and shook it, and said in a low voice:

   "When you raised him as an enemy from childhood, you should have predicted this outcome today."

   "Okay, two masters. Don't quarrel in front of outsiders, be decent."

The Duke    picked up his whiskey and glanced at the goblin bartender who was already terrified and wanted to escape. Under his gaze, the goblin shivered, holding his head, covering his ears, and squatting in place.

   did not dare to move at all.

   He didn't want to hear a word.

have no choice.

   The three bad things in front of him didn't know how to keep their voices low when they spoke, so that he couldn't even listen to them.

   "Give me that ring."

The Duke drank his drink, let out a groan of relief, and said to Black:

   "Madias's future master trial, the organization has its own arrangements, I don't want to make the same **** thing as today, and almost let the organization lose two masters all at once.

  Master Black's seal has been made at the magic artisan in Quel'Thalas, and it's too late to return it, and it's not just a status symbol.

   It is also an exclusive Assassin artifact.

  You can't use Shaw's seal unless you are willing to give up the legendary relic that belongs to you.

Do you want to?

   The greedy pirate. "

   "Say earlier."

  Blake whistled and threw the seal on his finger to the Duke, who took a look in his hand and said to Passonia:

   "Shore, are you going to retire? Or keep working?"

   "I've lost my arms and I'm a crippled person. All right, don't press me."

   Granny Xiao Er held the wine glass and said in a harsh voice:

   "Since my grandson has the ambition to inherit my name, I'll stay with you for the time being and wait for him to pick it up. As for my faction, just disband it.

   They are all MI7 people anyway, so it doesn't matter. "

   "No, your faction has several peripheral members besides MI7."

   Duke said:

   "Especially the young man from the Mason Brotherhood, who is very talented, just gave up?"

"I do not care anymore."

   Granny Shaw said:

   "Whoever likes it should go. After drinking this glass of wine, I will go around the battlefield again. After seeing the defeat of the tribe with my own eyes, I will return to Elwynn Forest to retire.

   Don't come to me when the sky falls. "

   "Okay, I'll send someone to **** you there."

Duke    nodded, then looked at Black again, his eyes stopped on the hidden swords in both hands of the pirate, he stroked his well-manicured beard, and said:

   "What about you? Master Black, do you have any thoughts on your faction?"

   "Of course there is."

  The pirate snapped his fingers, took out a stack of paper full of writing from his magic bag, and placed it in front of the Duke with a bang. Under the surprised gaze of the Duke, he said:

   "This is my future plan and system construction settings for my faction. I don't think there is anything you can do to improve it, so just turn to the last page and sign."

The Duke    picked up the stack of paper in front of him and looked at the handwritten name on the first page.

   "The Uncrowned."

   The moment he saw the name of this faction, the duke felt an empty space in his heart, as if something belonging to him had been stolen by a pair of invisible hands.

   He tried to get himself out of that eccentric mood, and said to the pirate:

   "I know you and the Pope and the Church have reached some weird agreements, can you?"

"cannot."

  The pirate stood up immediately and said to the duke:

   "It's not that I'm stingy and unwilling to share this privilege, but you need to talk to His Holiness the Pope in person, so I can't help you, Your Excellency the Duke.

   Plus, to celebrate the birth of a new Master Assassin.

   This unpleasant wine, please treat yourself. "

   After he finished speaking, he picked up the drunk murloc who had already started punching, pushed his pirate hat, turned and walked out of the bar.

   A few minutes later, Granny Shaw also left here.

  Leaving the Duke alone, carefully reading through the pile of faction constructions left by Blake.

   Until half an hour later, the goblin bartender who was squatting there was really sore. He wanted to stretch, but he woke up the duke who was immersed in it.

   He glanced at the goblin bartender and said casually:

   "You've heard a lot of secrets that shouldn't be heard, friend, you're out of luck. Now you have two options, either join Ravenholdt and become a perimeter member.

  Or, I can only send you"

   "Stop talking, I'll join!

   Heck, you didn't give me a choice at all, besides, is there a pay perk to join you? I have to work two jobs, and I have to get two jobs! "

   (end of this chapter)