Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 292 1. Red Jack of Keel Harbor - [635]

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  Dark Gate Seventh year in February, the decisive battle that took place a month ago broke the Greenskin, making the Orcs no longer a hidden danger in the Eastern Continent.

  The war in the Burning Steppes has come to an end, and the pursuit of the Blasted Lands continues.

The soldiers on the front line have begun to return to their hometowns one after another. In the waters of Tol Barad in recent days, the ships of the Gilneas Kingdom can often be seen, full of soldiers, sailing to Keel Harbor. .

   In this case, the "pirate rumors" in this sea area immediately subsided. Although the Gilneas Kingdom is not known for its navy, it has a complete naval fleet after all.

   In the current season, no pirates will have the brains to challenge them.

At noon, it was the hottest time of the day, a troop carrier full of soldiers was going around the western cape along the route, and when it was about to enter the Gilneas Inland Sea, it unexpectedly encountered a ship hanging with Kultila. Small merchant ship with flag.

  It seems that this ship is coming from the Greymane Lighthouse off the western cape, and is going to Keel Harbor for trade.

   "Yo, warriors, congratulations on your great victory, come back with glory, come, I'll treat you to something to drink."

   On the deck of the small merchant ship, a young man dressed as a merchant shouted towards the troop carrier, and took the initiative to approach the ship.

   This act immediately aroused the captain's vigilance. Several Gilneas naval sailors immediately drew their muskets and aimed them at the approaching merchant ship.

   This action also made the ship stop and approach immediately.

   "Don't shoot! We're not bad guys!"

   The young businessman on the deck waved his hands in fear and shouted loudly to this side:

   "We are just businessmen going to Keel Harbor, wanting to reward the warriors who returned from the front line, it's all of you who fought greenskins on the front line so that we can live in peace.

  These cases of wine represent the gratitude of our commoner merchants.

  I won't go there, okay.

   But you must take the gift! Otherwise, we will look down upon us Kul Tirans. "

   This was a joke, of course. The young merchant sent his own sailors, put a few cases of wine on the sampan, and sent them to the troop carrier.

   "I'll treat you, warriors, for free, and I'll have it here after I finish it, but you'll have to pay for it."

  The young businessman in a black coat and a tall hat laughed and shouted to the boat more than 20 meters away, which immediately attracted cheers from a group of sailors.

   Free stuff, who doesn't like it.

   What's more, these boxes of wine are really good. They are the famous "Huifan Beer" of Kul Tiras, which is one of the favorite wartime wines of the Kul Tiras navy.

   The alcohol content is not high, it does not delay the battle, and the taste is not bad.

  It was originally forbidden to drink alcohol on the battleship during the voyage, but now that it has reached the Gilneas Sea, it is truly home.

  These warriors had just returned from the battle of the dead, and the captain closed his eyes and let the sailors and wounded drink on the deck.

   This wine is not finished as soon as it is drunk, and the wine sent by the merchant is quickly dissipated.

   After consulting the captain, the quartermaster on the ship sat in a small boat and came to the merchant ship that followed the battleship and sailed to the Keel Harbor, and purchased some drinks to prepare for the victory celebration after returning to the port.

   The quartermaster in Gilnean uniform boarded the ship and was immediately greeted with a warm welcome by the young merchant. He opened the wine cellar on the ship and let His Excellency the quartermaster choose.

   also specially recruited a female boat girl, known as the "Master of Wine Tasting", to introduce various fine wines to the quartermaster.

   The quartermaster was stuffed with several bottles of fine wine as a "personal gift". He felt a little embarrassed for a while, but his attitude became milder, and he took the initiative to chat with the young businessman.

   "You came from Kul Tiras?"

   The quartermaster looked at the boat girl in the black dress in front of him, turned his head and asked.

  Captain Black, dressed as a businessman, stretched out his hand and pushed his tall hat, and pretended to hold the gilded command knife around his waist, which was far more decorative than practical.

   He stroked his short beard, which was perfectly repaired, and replied with a smile:

   "Yes, we are a trading ship under the command of the "Albatross" of the Boralus Chamber of Commerce, specializing in the liquor business. This trip came from Drustwar.

   I heard that the war was over, so I came to Gilneas to try my luck.

  Speaking of which, I also hope to meet our Kul Tiras armada at sea, and sell wine to those drunkards, and make a lot of money.

   Alas, it was also bad luck, I never met my compatriots along the way. "

   "Haha, of course you will never meet."

   The quartermaster took the opportunity to taste wine, and quietly touched the wrist of Ms. Natalie who handed him the wine.

   This wiping action made the Archbishop narrow his eyes immediately.

   But seeing Blake wink at her, he put on a smile again and pulled his hand out of the greasy uncle in front of him.

   "The Kul Tiras fleet is still chasing the Greenskins in the Blasted Lands. Your King Daelin has issued a kill order for the Greenskins. He swore that he would not return unless he killed all the Greenskins there."

   "That's it."

  Black blinked and asked again:

   "That means, for at least a month or two, the Kul Tiras fleet will not appear on the Endless Sea?"

"more or less.

   King Daelin is brave and fearless, but the casualty rate of his soldiers is also quite high. After this trip, it is estimated that he will return directly to Kul Tiras to rest for a long time. "

   The quartermaster drank the wine in his hand, sipped his mouth and tasted the taste in his mouth. After a few seconds, he let out a cheerful moan and said:

   "This wine is good, I've never had it before, what kind of wine is it?"

   "That one, it's called 'Drop Anchor Stout'."

   Black glanced at the barrel and explained:

   "It's a good wine brewed with a top-secret recipe from the Kul Tiras Novington family. It's a military wine specially prepared for the marines of the fleet. It took me a lot of effort to get it.

  Alas, the sea route in Gilneas is really difficult for you, there are rocks all over the way, and you almost overturned the boat when you sailed. Is there any trick you can teach me about sailing here? "

   "Ha, it looks like your first time in Gilneas, right?"

   The quartermaster laughed, took another glass of wine, and said to Blake proudly:

   "Although we in Gilneas are close to the sea, there are special reefs growing under the sea around the coastline. We call them 'biting reefs'. People who don't understand the sea conditions here recklessly sail over, and in all likelihood they will capsize.

   Only our Gilneas fleet knows the distribution of every biting reef, that is top secret information. "

   "It's no wonder that Kul Tiran merchants rarely come to Gilneas, and it's no wonder that your maritime commerce has never been able to develop. While those reefs protect your coastline, they also prevent your expansion at sea.

  Tsk tsk, it's pretty miserable.

   Obviously there are such good conditions, but it is limited to development on land. "

  Blake asked with interest:

   "Then, do you have a chart of the coastline on this ship?"

   "Why are you asking this?"

   The drunken quartermaster immediately became vigilant, reaching for the musket at his waist.

   But the next moment, the boat lady who handed him the wine took a step forward, and when she raised her head, what caught the quartermaster's eyes were a pair of beautiful eyes with a purple halo.

   "Do you have any charts?"

  Black pushed his tall hat and asked again.

   The blank-faced quartermaster shook his body and stammered and replied:

   "Yes, but it is stored in the naval fortress in Keel Harbor."

  Blake nodded, glanced at Natalie the "boat girl" who was pinching her fingers, and said:

   "This guy is handed over to you, dig out all the information about the Gilneas Navy in his mind, and after a while, you can act on your own.

  I want to see that chart when I leave tomorrow morning.

   Finally, get yourself under control, Natalie, don't let the darkness engulf you, I mean, try not to kill, OK? "

   "This kind of thing, shouldn't you assassins do it?"

   Natalie brushed her long hair and said:

   "How can I be a pastor?"

   "Doesn't that make my lady ship doctor great?"

  Blake laughed, turned and left the wine cellar in the cabin. When he opened the door, he saw Kanrisad, a thin boy in a sailor shirt, waiting for him there.

"What's wrong?"

   The captain who was in a good mood asked, the skinny boy raised his head and said uneasy:

   "That, Captain, the magic you taught me, I can't use it."

   "I taught you a lot, which one?"

   Black asked again, and Kanrisad made a peeping gesture and said:

   "It's the 'Eye of Kilrogg'."

"this?"

   The pirate snapped his fingers, and a green eyeball emerged from the shadows, hanging on Blake's shoulders, turning flexibly to help him share the surrounding scene.

   The pupil of that eyeball is still zooming, just like a magic camera.

   "Yes, this is it."

   Kanrisad scratched his head and said:

   "I can't summon the magic eyeball anyway. I already understand the principle, and the spell is familiar."

   "Bullshit."

  Black raised his finger, tapped the little pirate's forehead hard, pointed to the eyeball beside him, and said:

   "This thing is not a demon. It cannot summon entities from the Twisting Void. You have to find a carrier for it in the material world. Either use your eyes or use"

"I understand."

   The skinny boy immediately raised his head, glanced at the wine cellar again, touched the dagger on his waist, and said:

   "Is that person still useful to you?"

"Have."

  Black glanced at Kanrisad who was eager to try, and said softly:

   "When you get to Keel Harbor, you can do it again. Go to the city to find any hooligan. If you want to pursue a higher level and want a good eyeball that can be used for a long time, go to those sewer casters who will not be noticed even if they die.

  We are warlocks.

  We can be evil and vicious, but we must have brains! Do you think what you want to do now can be done by someone with a brain? "

   "I was wrong, Captain."

   Kanrisad immediately lowered his head, obediently admitting his mistake.

   "Go, wipe the deck."

  The pirate waved his hand, hugged his little murloc pet, and walked to the side of the ship again, chatting with the quartermaster's attendant.

—

   In the evening, Keel Harbour.

In the commercial area of ​​this small naval port, a red-haired young man dressed as a bartender was shaking his hands professionally in a 'Red Jack' bar that had just opened a few days ago but was doing well. shaker in .

   At the bar in front of him sat several Gilnean officers who came out to have fun.

   They were already drunk, chatting with each other about things on the battlefield, bragging from time to time, saying that they were driving unparalleled things in the green pile.

  The bartender of the bartender smiled and interjected a few words from time to time.

   But his ears pricked up, remembering the chats of several low-ranking officers.

"Ding"

   The door of the bar was pushed open, and Blake, who was wearing a merchant's clothes, and Kanrisad, who was wearing a servant's clothes, strolled into the bar. As soon as the skinny boy came in, he saw a scene of smoke.

   On the ship on weekdays, these navies are not allowed to use open flames. If you are addicted to smoking, you can only use chewing tobacco. Now you get off the ship, you must have a good time.

  This tavern also offers the best dwarf tobacco, and as a result, the tavern is so thick with smoke that it is almost impossible to see people.

   Kanrisad coughed a few times, only to be glared by Black.

   The little warlock reluctantly threw himself the "Endless Breathing" warlock magic. After not breathing through his nostrils, he finally felt better. He followed Black all the way to the bar.

   "clang"

   A few gold coins were thrown on the bar, and Blake patted the table and shouted:

   "In order to celebrate the league's victory over the Greenskins, I'll treat you to this round today! Everyone is open to drink."

"Yo"

  The atmosphere in the bar immediately became more lively. In the increasingly noisy voice, Black glanced at the bartender Jack, who winked at the Master Assassin and pursed his lips again.

  Blake immediately understood, holding the wine he ordered, clinking glasses with a few drunken alcoholics, and quietly walked to the second floor in the midst of the excitement.

   Kanrisad followed closely, and on the second floor, Blake pushed open the door of the first house.

   He saw Moros, who was wearing a housekeeper uniform, standing up from the sofa gracefully. Beside the masked housekeeper, he was an "old friend" whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

   "Lord Oredon"

  Blake opened his arms towards his old friend, and in a warm embrace, he said:

   "I should call you 'Lord Major' instead. My old friend General Blackmoore, how are you?"

   (end of this chapter)