Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 515 68. Oh, the enemy's road is narrow.

   "The poor bird can't fly now. It has to rest for at least a month before its wings can fully recover."

  In the Dalaran Magic Pet Shop, a festively dressed white-haired dwarf with a ball head was standing on a chair, carefully wrapping the wings of Black's trade wind crow with bandages.

   She is the owner of this pet shop, called Britney, and is said to be a famous "pet master" in the entire Eastern Continent.

   Of course, she's not a hunter.

   She, the pet master, refers to taming small pets and using them for game battles. For example, little fishmen like Burmbo are the goals of these pet masters.

   In the eastern continent, it is also a very popular sport to let small pets without actual fighting ability fight in a specific arena, especially among women.

  Many human female nobles are loyal fans of this cute and fun sport.

   And the physical condition of the gnomes also determines that they have no relationship with the hunter, a profession that requires frequent dealing with ferocious beasts. Most of the war beasts can easily swallow a gnome.

   However, Black learned through the gossip that in Gnomeregan, the underground city of gnomes, the Council of Artisans has never given up on researching "mechanical beasts" that can be tamed by gnomes.

   "Are you a warlock? Or a hunter?"

   The little dwarf Britney, who was taking good care of the poor bird, raised her head and looked at Blake, who was wearing the robe of the Corruptor. She said curiously:

   "I feel the power of the wilderness contract on this poor bird. Is it your war beast?"

   "It's my baby egg."

  Black stroked his poor little bird with the delicate feeling that a hunter should have when treating pets. He said:

"How can such a unique, smart and cute little bird be used for battle? I usually keep it free, and occasionally use it for reconnaissance. Master Britney, you can see what hurt my little baby egg. ?"

   "Uh, there are burn marks on its wings."

  The dwarf master skillfully applied ointment to the bird, and moved its bird feathers to check, and said with some doubts:

   "It seems to be the damage caused by magic, but the mages in Dalaran would not use magic to attack such a cute bird. Maybe some magical beast escaped from the laboratory?"

   "A flying beast that uses fire magic?"

  Blake glanced at the poor little crow on the table, he snorted and said in a cold tone:

   "Needless to say, I know who it is."

  “呱呱”

  The little fishman was also brought into Britney's magical pet shop. It would be lying in front of the window, with bright eyes looking at the clothes and decorations for small pets displayed inside.

   turned around and called out to the pirates again, pointing to the clothes in the window.

The meaning of    is obvious.

I want!

  Buy it for me!

   "Buy it yourself! It's not that you have no money, and who did you learn bad habits from?"

  The pirate replied impatiently.

   The murlocs are angry.

   Its eyes fell on the black crow being taken care of by Blake, it was this little bastard! Since it came, Blake has become less concerned with himself.

   The little fishman's eyes became vicious.

   But he quickly pretended to be harmless to humans and animals, and whistled the fishman, and jumped to the table in front of Britney.

   grabbed a handful of gold coins from its small luggage, and pointed to the pet clothes in the window to the little gnome shopkeeper, meaning to bring a set of each.

   "Such a clever little murloc is rare, it's so cute."

The dwarf shop owner who likes small pets will see the rush and her eyes will melt. She carefully picked up the little murloc, moved her short legs, jumped off the chair and walked to the window, and took out the old gifts for her. Fishman trying on clothes.

   At the end, there is an additional magic bag specially used to store clothes.

   "I heard that you have a partnership with Wildhammer Dwarves and will sell some tamed griffins?"

  The pirate bandaged his wings and hugged the clumsy trade wind crow in his arms. While stroking the bird's head, he asked the dwarf shopkeeper who was playing with the rusher.

  Master Britney raised his head and replied in a crisp voice:

   "It's on sale, but it's out of stock right now, and the griffins that the dwarves sent were sold out last month.

   It is mainly the mages and nobles of the surrounding kingdoms who are ordering. If guests want to, they have to pay a deposit in advance, and it is estimated that it will take about half a year.

   In addition, those griffins that were sent over were eliminated by the dwarves.

   They are all poor little babies who cannot survive in the wilderness of the Hinterlands, so they were sent by the dwarves to find a good home for them.

   They can't be used for combat, and they can't fly too far if they fly. They're basically ornaments, and of course they're fine for short trips. "

   "Then I want a batch to use as internal transportation for Nar'Thalas College."

  Black readily took out a gold card from the Goblin Bank, handed it to Britney, and whispered:

   "Remember to issue double invoices, so I can use them for reimbursement. Your store has a good atmosphere, and I like these little pets very much. This is my 'investment' for this good store."

  The pirate secretly stuffed the gnome with a silver card.

  Britney took it to heart, and wrote the invoice swiftly. Looking at her skillful movements, she must have done this kind of thing before. Sure enough, the brains of dwarfs are easy to use.

   Although he is not as good as a goblin when it comes to business, he is definitely a good player.

   "Oh, yes, there is something else to trouble you."

  After receiving the invoice, Blake said to Britney who had done a good business and was in a good mood:

"I want you to bring a letter to Gnomeregan for me, to Master Overspark, saying that I am free now, and the expedition to Kul Tiras that I agreed with him before can also be put on the agenda. .

   If he has free time, he will prepare the team and supplies for the trip and come directly to Tol Barad to find me. "

"OK."

  Britney nodded and promised to bring the letter to her. Blake greeted her a few more times, and walked out of the pet store with his baby bird and the satisfied little fishman after shopping.

  According to the original plan, he will continue to find Fenna.

   However, when turning a street corner, the pirates suddenly found a small "smudge" on a brick and stone under the wall, hidden in the grass, and the kind that you couldn't notice if you didn't look carefully.

   The Eye of Kilrogg floated over and took a closer look, and found that it was a little finger mark.

"Yo, my brother Shaw has also come to Dalaran and is still calling MI7 people for a meeting. Tsk tsk, I'll join in the fun too, I haven't seen him for a long time, and I don't know how he is doing now. Sample.

   Well, surprise him. "

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  Shore did come to Dalaran.

   He set out first, "playing the front line" for His Majesty Lothar and Varian. The two important people are still resting in Southsea Town, and it is estimated that they will not be able to enter Dalaran until tomorrow.

   Given the current situation, it is absolutely necessary for Shaw, the intelligence director of Stormwind Kingdom, to come over in advance.

In the business district of Dalaran, Shaw, disguised as a coachman, parked his carriage in front of the Glory General Store. He jumped out of the car and looked left and right. In the twilight of this magical city, he supported his Grandma got out of the car.

   Soon someone came out of the store and left with a car.

   Shore and Passonia passed through a secret door in the junk shop in silence and entered the underground hidden facility.

   "It's not right, it's too quiet."

As soon as Granny Xiao Er stepped into the underground passage, she immediately became alert. She flipped her right hand lightly, and a moon-curved dagger jumped into her hand. Xiao Er stepped forward and protected her in front of her grandmother. sword.

   The two jumped into the shadows one after the other, and soon came to a small room underground.

  Then they saw that the MI7 elites who were summoned by the round table were sitting upright on the chairs, but everyone was lying on the table. This scene made Shaw frown.

   Nobody dies.

   There is no blood smell here, they are just knocked out.

   It seems that when these elites were in a meeting, the intruders were all brought down in a very short time, and there was no sign of a fight. The attack happened in an instant.

   In addition, the valuable things in the house were looted, and there were no footprints left on the ground.

   A neat loot.

   Definitely a "masterpiece".

   "Black? Did you do it?"

  Shore jumped out of the shadows and asked indifferently.

   Granny Shaw was still hiding in the shadows.

   She didn't think the perpetrator was gone, but the problem was that she couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation in the shadows around her. Her Assassin Sense was telling her that there was nothing around and it was safe.

   Heck!

   This is the most annoying opponent for assassins.

   "Certainly not such a nasty thing done by the great and free Lord Black, let me introduce myself to you."

  As a dark green flame ignited in the corner of the room, the beating sparks formed a very intimidating arch, and Blake, wearing the robe of the Corruptor, leaned on a sickle and walked out of it slowly.

   The skull of Gul'dan, which was emitting a faint light, was also buckled in his left hand. Against the background of the evil fire behind him, and the vestment that was not a good person at first glance, he looked very, very evil.

He says:

   "The one who came here is the Grand Master of the Warlock School, the King of Warlocks, and the Demon Chaser."

"Stop pretending."

  Shore stepped forward with an unfortunate face and looked at Blake, who was pretending to be a ghost in front of him. With a fleeting smile, he reached out and hugged his wicked brother.

   After a second, he said:

   "I have an 'Anti-Theft Bomb' in my pocket, so get your fingers back, okay? You bastard!"

   "Ha, I was just joking."

  The pirate didn't feel ashamed at all, he let go of Shaw with a smile, turned his head and said to the empty behind:

   "Okay, mother-in-law, you don't still hate me, do you? Didn't I cut off your arm and you almost killed me? We don't have any unresolvable grievances, right?

   Want me to give you a hug? "

   "How did you develop such a heartless and bad character? Your parents didn't teach you when you were a child, you are really disgusting."

   Granny Shaw appeared from behind Black with a cold face. The dagger she held in one arm was just touching the pirate's neck, and only needed a light stroke.

   But looking at the fearless look of this guy, he must have a way to escape the doom of death.

   He got stronger again.

   His grandson is making great progress, but compared to this pesky pirate, Shaw's progress is far from enough.

   "Okay, let's get down to business."

  Black took a step back and leaned against the table full of stunned MI7 elites. He looked at the basement room and said:

"My men told me that before he left Dalaran, a mysterious force took over the Ravenholdt estate. I thought it was the 'Duke' who took over, but I didn't expect you to take over. .

   You are continuing to dig underground, are you planning to connect this secret room to the Dalaran sewer?

  Gosh, you really have no imagination.

  The sewers are not a good place to hide. It only takes the mages to drop four or five large flame storms from the upper nodes, and they can burn you all in the sewers. "

   "I don't think they have that chance."

  Shore replied indifferently.

   He voluntarily ended the topic, looked at Blake, and said:

   "Your 'Uncrowned' is also operating near Dalaran, and you are also involved in matters related to Marshal Lothar?"

   "Uh, I don't know."

  The pirate shrugged his shoulders, and said in a very awkward manner:

   "After all, the bounty is very rich, and I'm short of money now, so I can't really say."

   "Who told me the saddest assassin who sells his skills for a little gold?"

  Shore said sarcastically:

   "If you're short of money, there's a solution. And if money can really buy you, that's too easy. I'll pay you twice as much as your uncrowned man to join the ranks of protecting Marshal Lothar!

make a deal? "

   "Twice as much?"

  Black shook his head and said:

"Shore, Xiaoer, my brother, it's very expensive to ask an outstanding master like me to do it. I heard that when Granny Xiaoer was in her prime, asking her to terminate a task would cost at least five times the price. ."

   "What if I tell you some important news?"

   Granny Xiao Er, who had been silent for a while, reached out and touched her silver-gray hair. She said softly:

   "A piece of news that will absolutely blow your mind."

   "Speak first and listen."

  Blake became interested. He changed his posture and looked at Granny Shaw expectantly. The latter did not hide anything, and said frankly:

  "The 'Duke' disappeared two months ago, and Ravenholdt was infiltrated by a mysterious force. Several other masters have obeyed the new leader, and the entire League of Assassins is now in chaos.

  If you join our side, it means that you will fight against most of Ravenholdt's forces in the northern border.

  You should really consider carefully, maybe it is more suitable for a greedy person like you to join their side. "

   "Wait, let me repeat what you mean, see if I'm right."

  Blake reached out and interrupted Granny Shaw.

   He raised his head and said seriously:

   "If I join you, it means that at least four master assassins and their faction lackeys can be hunted by me, and there is a mysterious powerhouse who can imprison the 'Duke' waiting for me to fight.

   That's what you mean, right? "

   "I think there is something wrong with your statement."

   Granny Shaw said speechlessly:

   "Is this the time to get excited? Is your brain broken from drinking too much rum?"

   "No no no, you didn't understand my needs."

  Blake rubbed his chin and looked at the unlocked Warlock career experience slot on the translucent character card in front of him, he said;

   "Two. No, it might take three to fill it, if you want to go a step further. Well, I'll take the job! My brother Shaw, go and talk to your little king.

   I need at least five times the bounty, start billing now, don't have to give me that money directly into the Uncrowned's account at Goblin Bank.

   Do not write "remuneration" when registering.

   Don't shame us with money!

   It is not money or awards that support the actions of the Uncrowned, but something higher than reality.

  Unfortunately, we still live in the real world. We always need money for food, drink, and Lhasa. Our ideals always need to be built on reality. Our faction building always needs a little ‘investment’.

   Well, in that name.

  This is a lucrative business, and a king as smart as little Varian must be willing to give generously.

  Come, give me the information about the lackeys who betrayed Ravenholdt. Say it in advance, I'm only responsible for cleaning up, not saving people.

   We do not accept **** missions, this is the rule of the Uncrowned. "

   (end of this chapter)