Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 274 93. Drustwa.

  The crimson forest north of Falcon Forest Town is one of the largest forest areas in the Drusva Mountains.

  It occupies one-tenth of the entire mountain area, but for the past thousand years, it has been a forbidden place. The local people say that in the gloomy forest, there is a hidden entrance to hell.

   Anyone who dares to enter the forest at will will be dragged into **** by the terrible darkness.

   There are also many people who have seen with their own eyes, the strange beasts made of wood and bones that occasionally run out of the forest, they can move themselves, they can bite people, and they wear strange and terrible masks.

   is truly evil.

  The mountain people of Drustvar are indeed sturdy, but they are also superstitious.

   Logically speaking, no matter how much money the big merchants give for logging in the crimson forest, no one will come to apply.

   But the problem is that the background of the Albatross Chamber of Commerce who called the logging this time is not simple.

   There is a gossip that behind the Chamber of Commerce, the most powerful man in the entire Kul Tiras is still the ancient lord of this dark mountain, the Waycrest family who has ruled Drustvar for more than two thousand years.

  The business circle in Boralus Harbor is going crazy, and the rumors are well-intentioned.

   said that old Herb, the boss of the Albatross Chamber of Commerce, hugged the thigh of a big man, and was already the "white glove" of the Waycrest family. Everything he did was inspired by the Waycrest family.

  The mountain people are afraid of dark things and superstitious legends, but they also have to live and cannot offend their lords. What's more, the Waycrest family's local rule is very popular.

   In addition, the remuneration given by the lavish albatross merchants is indeed generous.

  Therefore, after the Knights of the Waycrest family officially entered the Crimson Forest, the able-bodied mountain loggers came eagerly to work.

   But the mountain people only saw the first floor.

   They didn't know that behind the logging work in the Crimson Forest, there was a more secret operation that was about the safety of the land.

   "Take this, go to the entrance to the big crypt that the mountaineers accidentally discovered before, light the fire first, and then throw this magic scroll into the fire.

  I'll prepare enough kerosene for you to burn all the dark things around the crypt tonight, and then you can go back to Klein and enjoy life. "

   On the second floor of the inn in Falcon Forest Town, in the largest room, the big businessman old Herb wearing a black woolen robe placed a sealed scroll in front of several shrewd and powerful men in black.

   From the box next to him, he took out a bag full of gold coins and tossed it up and down in his hand.

   He looked at the men in black in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

   "You know the rules, and you know who you are working for, do things with your heart, and don't say anything that shouldn't be said."

   They silently took the scroll and the reward, saluted old Herb again, turned and left the room, without saying a word during the whole process, looking well-trained.

   Under the hood of these people, on the chest, is a badge with a **** hand on it.

   They are the local thieves organization of Drustvar.

   Self-proclaimed "The Barehand Society", which belongs to one of the several peripheral organizations of Ravenholdt Manor in Kul Tiras. Although it belongs to the lower level in the system of the Assassin League, it is also a truly trained Assassin.

   Ordinary people cannot reach them.

   But old Herb can, after all, he also serves the big man.

   "bang, bang"

  Old Herb issued a mission to the assassins. This big businessman, who had been proud of his spring in Kul Tiras recently, was about to open a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet to treat himself.

   But he heard a knock on the door behind him.

   He was stunned for a moment, then cautiously held the gold coin pendant hidden in his shirt, and then opened the door, there were several guards in black standing at the door.

   With a sword, wearing leather armor, there is a cold light under the hood, and it looks like a well-trained warrior.

   The one who was guarded by them was a tall lady with a coat covering her whole body. After seeing Old Herb opening the door, the lady with black gloves waved her hand, and the guards immediately dispersed.

   They blocked the stairs on both sides of the second floor, not allowing others to come up to disturb this secret meeting.

   "Mrs. Meredith, with your status, you shouldn't come to this place."

  Old Herb knew who was coming.

   He closed the door, poured a glass of wine for the glamorous lady behind the hood, and whispered:

   "You should stay at the manor or in Klein City now, waiting for the good news here.

   We have found those witches who are hiding their heads and showing their tails, and we have captured quite a few, and soon, they will be swept out of this land that belongs to you and Lord Arthur forever. "

   "I believe in the fighting power of the family knights and their fearlessness and bravery, but as the mistress of the family, I cannot stay at home and pray like other ladies."

   Miss Meredith, who has returned to Kul Tiras for over a month, is still as smart as before.

   She was wearing a well-fitting hunting outfit, stepped on high boots, and hid her graceful curves under her coat. Her hair was tied into long braids that were easy to move, and she looked heroic.

   is also wearing a lady's long sword around his waist, with a hilt decorated with roses, looking like a female samurai, in addition to the beauty, it adds a bit of heroic spirit.

   This is really a woman who knows how to dress up and knows what to wear when.

She took the wine glass from old Herb, took a sip, moistened her throat, and walked to the window on the second floor of the hotel, looking towards the crimson forest that spread like a red giant python in the north under the setting sun, covering most of the mountain area. at a glance.

she says:

   "The Waycrest family has been fighting for many years.

Drustvar, which my Arthur is about to rule, is also a place with strong folk customs. The members of the family and his subjects will not accept a lady from the upper class, but very delicate, as their master. mother.

   I have to be strong enough to earn more credit for me and my Arthur.

   Besides, during Arthur's expedition to the orcs, the Waycrest family was only managed by his father, who was also my future father, and I should share his troubles with him.

It is my responsibility.

The old lord    was very angry after seeing the various witch witches found by the family knights in the crimson forest. That devout believer would not allow such darkness to appear in his territory.

  I also don't allow these mice to lurk in this mountainous area, burying hidden dangers for my Arthur's future rule.

   Right now, the warriors of His Royal Highness and the Archmage Elan are staying in Drustvar. They are the real reinforcements and our best chance to eradicate these dark forces lurking in the Drustvar Mountains in one fell swoop! "

   Lady    held the wine glass in her hand, the crystal glass reflecting her radiant face, and her beautiful sharp eyes.

   She turned to Herb and said:

   "This is my gift to my beloved to clear all dangers for my Arthur's reign before he returns home with the glory of a warrior.

   This is also a contribution to the cause of His Royal Highness.

  Old Herb, the terrifying and powerful ghost ship of His Royal Highness, are you satisfied with the wood we contributed? "

   "According to Archmage Ellan, the wood that has been stained with darkness is not enough to restore the Nagfar to its strength. But the magic oak is not easy to find.

   I have scoured the whole territory of Kul Tiras for good wood through my channels. "

   Old Herb replied softly:

   "It will take some time to put together. However, the Nagfar seems to be more interested in the witches these days than in the carefully selected dark woods.

   I mean, their hopelessly dark souls. "

"Um?"

   Mrs. Meredith was stunned for a moment, and she asked:

"What does it mean?"

   "This is a bit difficult to explain."

  Old Herb showed a weird expression, made another "please" gesture, and said:

   "You'll know if you follow me, madam. It's just that the scene is a little bit evil. Maybe you should prepare yourself mentally in advance."

  Ten minutes later, the lady, who was guarded by a group of assassins from the Barehand Society, first inspected the warehouse where the timber was stored, and then, as the representative of the Waycrest family, encouraged the local lumberjacks.

   Then, under the leadership of old Herb, he came to a dark woodland on the coast of Falcon Forest Town.

  This is close to the coast of the dock, and there are fences around. There are armed employees of the Albatross Chamber of Commerce patrolling around to prevent others from approaching.

   Mrs. Meredith supported the hilt of her sword at her waist and walked towards the coast for a few minutes when she saw something unexpected.

   Several gallows erected in the woods.

   There are also the combat crew from the Nagfar, who are busy there in silence. They broke away from the Nagfar, and under the influence of the cursed gold coins, they became dry and desolate undead forms.

   But they are all wearing heavy armor, so they don't look different from the outside.

  These knights with icy breath all over their bodies violently dragged the witches who had been captured from the Crimson Forest and other areas to the gallows.

   ignored their struggles.

   Put blood-stained nooses around the wrinkled and sore necks of these guys.

   These witches, regardless of their previous appearance, have been transformed into an extremely ugly form after accepting the power of darkness.

   One by one, the emaciated old ladies who are like seven or eighty old women, after allowing the evil force to distort their souls, then distort their bodies, as the price of losing their youth and normal life, but only in exchange for these insignificant powers.

   The saddest thing is that these local peasant women and girls, for various reasons, voluntarily pursued those dark forces and voluntarily degenerated into what they are now.

   "Damn pirates! You are destroying the Holy Land of Drust! Lord Gorak Tul will not let you go! The curse from **** will engulf you evil ones!"

  A rickety old witch with a stench all over her body, with a noose around her neck.

   Like a chicken that is about to be slaughtered, she cursed the knights who walked out of the deep sea with her sharp and weird, piercing voice like the crowing of a midnight crow.

   Her weak magic was of no use to these necromancers on the Nagfar who held the cursed gold coins.

   "You voluntarily accepted the power from the Blighted Realm, voluntarily performed the ritual of witch fall, voluntarily spread fear for the evil one named Gorak Tul.

   Over thirty-seven innocent Kul Tirans have been murdered by your evil means in the vicinity of the Crimson Forest alone in the past twenty years.

   Including but not limited to slaughter and sacrifice, extracting souls to make Drust structures, turning drunken men into pigs, sending them to slaughterhouses, and being made into sausages and distributed throughout Kul Tiras.

  Because of your own evil, you wantonly hurt His Royal Highness's people, interfered with His Highness's duty to protect the people, and disrupted the order of Drustvar and the entire Kul Tiras.

   You have broken several laws of Kul Tiras and have no regrets! "

   In front of the gallows, the Nagfar battle captain Joan Creedon knight held his sword in both hands, and said indifferently:

   "In the name of His Royal Highness, you will be sentenced to slave labor in soul exile aboard the Nagfar."

   "Sentence - Eternity."

   "Execution!"

   With the order of the kreedon knight, the noose tightened in an instant, and the witch's foot pedals separated, hanging her like a chicken, and the dark magic could make her last longer under the hanging.

   But it's pointless other than causing more pain.

   After a few minutes of struggling, her soul, which was as ugly as her body, overflowed from her body.

   was brought into the icy deep sea again by the call of the tide.

   In that water, the quiet Nagfar, like a soul-eating beast, was opening its **** mouth, waiting for the arrival of this dark soul.

   It likes to be filled with evil spirits like this.

   Maybe the quality is not high.

   But the taste of being infiltrated by wanton malice is really much stronger than an ordinary soul.

   For the ship spirits of the Nagfar, this time on the voyage to Drustvar, in addition to replacing the rotten hull with dark wood, the souls of these witches are also a delicious reserve of unexpected harvest.

  Perhaps this is also in the arrangement of the omniscient Captain Black

  In the quiet deep sea, in the shadow of the cabin of the quietly suspended Nagfar, the invisible spirit dragged the howling soul into the cabin indifferently.

   Ah, it's been a month since I left Captain.

   Soon, we will be able to return to Black.

   His own changes will definitely scare him!

   (end of this chapter)