Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 283 102. This... bastard! The script is not like that! Put out that light, take up your sword!

  Black walked in the cold and dark cabin of the Nagfar, with the silent Knight Joan Creedon beside him, and the first mate, the pirate Dragon Seifer on the other.

   He is laying out orders.

   "Greyson's ghost ship needs to be replenished, let Evil Eye bring the serpent to his ship, and follow the group of North Sea pirates to Vashj'ir to supervise the battle.

  I delegate command to Grayson and Evil Eye.

  If the Beihai colleagues are afraid of Naga, but not afraid of me, if they dare to escape in private, they will kill them all. Used to devour the Jotunheim Power, allowing the ship to grow rapidly.

  If they are willing to carry out the order, go and gather the souls of those pirates who died in battle. A hundred people is enough to fill the ship with manpower. "

   "Captain, you don't seem to trust them."

   Sefir asked in a low voice:

   "The next step is to go to the Northrend Sea, don't you need to leave some old pirates as guides?"

   "No. I know the coastal terrain there by heart, and I don't need any guides."

  Black waved his hand and said:

"What's more, if they have bad intentions, then letting them lead the way is to lead us into the ditch. How do I know that the sudden arrival of Anne Bonn is not a 'bitter game' staged by my Beihai colleagues? "

   "Captain, you are asking for the loyalty of a group of pirates. This is too difficult."

   Pirate Dragon Chief Mate Tucao:

   "Didn't you say it yourself? Loyalty is not a pirate virtue, how can you ask a group of people to give you something they don't have at all?

   I see you are just embarrassing them. "

   "Look at what you said, do I want their loyalty?"

  Black said in a weird tone:

   "I obviously want them to die, okay?

   Everyone is an old pirate, and they are still playing a game of sincerity. They attacked my port. I didn't hang them all, it was a big deal.

   If they ask for more, it would be very uninteresting, right?

   To deal with this group of scumbags, you have to be worse than them, and let them fear you from the bottom of their hearts. And when you act bad enough, you see everyone as good

  The world will be very beautiful in your eyes.

   This is my secret to maintaining a good attitude, study hard, my Seifer. "

   "Crap!"

  The pirate dragon shouted and disappeared into the cabin with a swoosh.

   "You don't follow me either."

   Black said to the krydorne knight beside him:

   "Find more people to hone your combat skills. It's not a shame to not be able to hold the Apocalypse, nor can I. After a while, I will find friends to help you make some rune weapons.

  You are not a legitimate death knight, it does not matter, you can pretend to be a death knight.

   Go, do things. "

   "Allow me to retire, Your Highness."

   Disappointed His Highness before, and the krydorne knight who was extremely ashamed nodded, turned around and strode away. Black watched the knight disappear into the darkness of the cabin. He touched the magic bag and sighed.

   "Are you looking for a sword-bearer for that crazy weapon? My little master."

   Xal'atas, who accompanies him like a shadow, whispered in Black's ear:

   "It's really hard, it's not easy to find a tough soul that can resist death, but I'm willing to give this energy for you, leave it to me.

  I will distinguish the potential of those souls, and I will find powerful enough subordinates for you.

   Take this to prove my loyalty and devotion to you, little master. "

"OK."

  Blake blinked and said:

   "Then leave it to you, let me see your abilities."

"You won't be disappointed, enjoy the next 'private date' with a charming elf lady, my little master. She looks pissed, and you'll have to use some skill to make her comfortable. "

   Sataras let out a short, eerie laugh, his voice fading into the darkness.

  The pirate turned his head and looked into the darkness on the other side, leaning on the deck of the ship, arms folded, staring at the ghost of his high elf ranger general with indifferent eyes.

   He shrugged, and in the dark, he did a very standard elf etiquette to the windrunner mother lady in front of him.

   asked in less standard Sarasian as he raised his head:

   "So, what do you, angry passenger, want to talk to my captain, who knows so many secrets? Lady Lyresa Windrunner."

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  Beyond the ruins of Stormwind City, Elwynn Forest, Shining Gold Town, Lion's Pride Hotel.

   This long-established inn in Stormwind Kingdom was destroyed by war when the orcs invaded the kingdom.

   However, as the Alliance returned to the southern border, the century-old hotel was reopened on the original site, and Lord Falei, who has been running the hotel for three generations, was very lucky.

  He turned into the family assets, and just a few days after rebuilding the hotel inherited by his family, he checked in a "heavyweight" guest.

  It doesn't need to be said that he made a lot of money, so that boss Farley made a huge profit.

   But he was always uneasy in his heart, for fear that he had not done a good job in serving, and was slashed by the elite soldiers of the Alliance who were guarding the three floors and three floors around the hotel.

   No way, the identity of the guest who occupied the entire hotel is too noble.

   "Is Your Excellency Marshal still awake?"

It was only early in the morning, the first rays of sunlight fell from the treetops of the Elwynn Forest, which was devastated by the war but still very peaceful, and then another visitor with great background, full of exhaustion, set foot on the hotel. among.

  This visitor is still wearing wartime armor, even stained with blood. Obviously, he just came back from the battlefield and didn't have time to rest before coming here.

   He was greeted by the captain of Marshal Lothar's bodyguard, Colonel Abidis, a high-ranking nobleman of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

   Facing the visitor's question, the colonel replied softly:

   "The marshal hasn't woken up yet, but according to Reverend Benedictus, he may wake up in the next few days. Lord Mograine, you'd better rest first.

   I heard you came all the way back from the battlefields of the Burning Steppes, and it was a long journey.

  I will arrange a room for you in this hotel, and it will not be too late to visit His Excellency the Marshal after you have washed away your exhaustion. "

"Um."

   Grand Duke Alexandros Mograine nodded.

   This top noble of Lordaeron was indeed tortured by the saddle horse Lawton. He accepted the colonel's suggestion and took a warm bath in his room.

   put on loose casual clothes again, and then went to the room where Marshal Lothar was, and visited the commander who led the alliance to a brilliant victory.

   But in Marshal Lothar's room, he was not the only visitor.

   "His Royal Highness Varian, I heard that you have been guarding here for the past few days. This is not acceptable. The soldiers who fought for you are still in the barracks. As a monarch, you should also take time to visit them."

   Duke Mograine saw the young man standing at the edge of the room and said something.

Prince Varian Wrynn, who looked haggard, turned back and smiled at Duke Mograine. He glanced at Anduin, who was lying on the hospital bed next to him and protected by the Holy Light Barrier by two priests. Losa.

   He said softly:

   "Thank you for your reminder, Your Excellency, I have been to the barracks yesterday. The morale of the soldiers is very high, and they desperately want to return to the battlefield. They saw the greenskins being driven back to their world.

   You just returned from the battlefield, how is it going? "

   "It went very well, the greenskins were terrified."

   mentioned the war, the brave Duke His Excellency suddenly showed a warrior smile, he laughed and waved his hands, saying:

   "They were routed in the Burning Steppes, our soldiers took many prisoners, and although there were a few cunning greenskin clans fleeing to the Swamp of Sorrows and the Blasted Lands, they were not enough.

  General Turalyon has a great view of the overall situation. He strategizes and pursues the remnants of the orcs unhurriedly, draining their will and causing them to collapse without a fight.

   But Dai Lin, the madman, was very dissatisfied with this way of waiting for work.

   He is planning an extremely risky landing of his fleet on the shores of the Blasted Lands, where he intends to lay heavy troops, not allowing any of the greenskins to escape Azeroth.

  The pain of losing a loved one and the desire for revenge in his heart turned Daelin into a stubborn and terrible butcher. Although this is not a bad thing for us, may the Holy Light bless his soul. "

   Speaking of the battle, His Excellency the Grand Duke made a prayer gesture on his chest.

   In his palm, there is also a blazing holy light shining.

   This detail made Varian blink. The young prince poured a glass of wine for the elder and asked softly:

   "I heard that before the war began, you were personally baptized by His Majesty Fao, joined the Knights of the Silver Hand, and became a glorious paladin.

   That ritual I mean, is it complicated? "

"Um?"

The question    made Duke Mograine stunned for a moment. He looked at Varian, and after a few seconds, he said:

   "Do you want to be a paladin too? Varian, I saw you wielding your sword on the battlefield, and Marshal Lothar often praised your martial arts. You have mastered the power of anger.

   So young and so promising.

  Warrior's Way is better for you, boy. "

   "Perhaps so."

  Varian pursed his lips. He glanced at Marshal Lothar lying on the hospital bed again, and said softly:

   "But on the battlefield, I mean the battles I saw with my own eyes, the battles of Marshal Lothar, whom I regarded as my father, and the green-skinned warchiefs.

   I fell to the ground the moment I was knocked back by Orgrim, and I saw it then."

   The young prince clenched his fists and said:

   "I don't know if it was a trance of injuries, but I vaguely saw the vision of Marshal Lothar being killed by Orgrim, and at that moment I was extremely terrified.

   I felt like I was going to lose him.

  After losing my father, I will lose another father.

  I was terrified.

   then prayed to the Holy Light, praying that it would bless the marshal through that dangerous disaster. "

Having said this, Varian looked left and right, like a thief, and stretched out his hand towards Mograine. Under the stunned gaze of the Duke, Varian's palm shone with a faint and holy mass. light.

   With a relieved smile, he said to Mograine:

   "The Light answered my prayer, in that warm revelation it told me that the fate of Marshal Lothar had been changed, it told me that we were all free.

   Then I saw the marshal swinging his sword, beheading the green-skinned warchief who had the advantage in an almost impossible counterattack.

   Your Excellency the Duke, or it is a bit too idealistic to say so.

but.

  I think this is the protection of the Holy Light, and it is also the revelation of the Holy Light to me.

The great deeds of the Marshal    inspired me, perhaps more than a great warrior, I should be the defender of my people and my country.

   Not only to protect their lives, but also their souls.

   I have lost them once.

   I can no longer allow it, the second time the Wrynn family has lost this land. "

   "Well, as you said, this is indeed the will of the Holy Light."

His Excellency   , the devout believer of the Holy Light, looked at Varian Wrynn in front of him with the same gaze as he looked at a treasure. He stretched out his hand and patted the young prince on the shoulder.

He says:

   "It is my honor to witness a pure soul fall into the way of the Light. Lord Varian, I would like to be your witness and invite you to join the Knights of the Silver Hand.

  I believe that His Majesty Fao will be very happy to hear this news.

  After you have undergone rigorous training, he will definitely be willing to hold a baptism ceremony for you in person, and the power of the Holy Light has increased, which is really something to celebrate.

  Thanks Holy Light!

  Pray with me tonight, little Varian, and I'll teach you some Paladin combat skills by the way. "

   "Okay, Your Excellency."

   Varian smiled.

  After agreeing to pray together, His Excellency the Duke left the marshal's room and planned to eat something to soothe his stomach.

   But when he went downstairs, he saw a man waiting for him there.

   "You are, Ms. Shore's grandson?"

The Duke    looked at the young man in hunting suit in front of him and said:

   "MI7's intelligence in the war is very accurate. Without your efforts, it would be difficult for us to achieve victory. You are the heroes of the alliance."

   "This is what we should do, Your Honor."

  Shore politely leaned over to the Duke and said softly:

   "But I am here today to wait for you, my lord, I have something important to talk to you about, I mean, immediately!"

   (end of this chapter)