Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 528 81. The old cow still wants to eat tender grass? Bah, shameless 【910】

   "This 'letter' was sent from Dunhold Castle about three days ago. It was brought to Southsea Town by a Ravenholdt colleague who was ordered to lurk in that castle.

   Because the messenger named the 'orc killer' by name, it caught Jack's attention. "

  In the hills of Hillsbrad under the night, the hippogryphs are gliding lightly in the sky.

  Blake, who was behind it, was holding the reins. He couldn't see his expression because he was wearing a battle helmet, but judging from the chill emanating from him, he was not in a good mood at this time.

  Beside him, Moros, who was riding a rented griffin, was introducing the ins and outs of the letter of help to his master.

   The whole story is not complicated, but Blake frowned repeatedly.

   Pirate asked:

   "Jack is supposed to be doing things in the Kingdom of Alterac. I don't remember I gave him instructions. How did he notice this letter?"

   "It's your 'fishing god' and his friend Hal."

  Moros answered rigorously:

   "The two of them returned to Nanhai Town a few days ago, and they ran into our colleague again, so they were able to send this letter, which should have been put on hold, into our intelligence system."

   "That's weird."

  Black was still a little puzzled, and he continued to ask:

   "Nat and Howl are just logistics personnel in the fleet. They didn't join the Uncrowned, they didn't even receive Assassin training, so why, don't tell me Nat dreamed of it?"

   "But the truth is so bizarre."

   The undead steward laughed and said:

   "It was indeed Mr. Nut's afternoon nap that saved this letter of help that should have been put on hold. Jack sent someone to confirm, Nat said he's been having some weird dreams lately.

  It is said to be because of the strange reaction after catching the Dusk Luminous Pearl in the waters of the Broken Isles. "

   "Something noticed your 'chief fisherman'."

   Xalatas reminded in Black's ear:

   "That magical mortal who came into contact with the things of the abyss, this dreamy symptom is just the beginning, and he will soon be driven mad by visions of indistinguishable reality.

  If you care about his life, act quickly. "

"Um."

  The pirate nodded.

   But now was not the time to dwell on Nat Pagle's dreams. He glanced at the letter in the hippogryph's rucksack and recalled the war years.

   He was still very weak at the time, and he had just achieved a little insignificant achievement. After being chased by Sefir, he had an "adventure" at Dunhold Castle.

  Without the cooperation of little Taresha, Black would have died under the claws of the bronze dragon that time.

   He gave Taresha a promise at the time, saying that he owed her a favor, but to be honest, the promise left to Taresha at that time was more because of Thrall.

   At that time, Blake was still a fledgling guy, and his understanding of the world was far less profound than he is now.

   And now times have changed, and the pirates, who have not been what they used to be, are not particularly concerned about the fate of Thrall. He already has the power to protect himself, and he no longer needs to rely on the foresight of the "prophet" to struggle to survive.

  Lothar, Orgrim, and Varian's fortunes were all changed because of him, and Thrall, a minor orc, didn't matter that much after the world line was completely changed.

   But the debts you owe always have to be repaid!

   "This letter was sent three days ago, and I am a little worried that something irreparable has happened in my past, which will mean that I have let down a little girl who has expectations for me.

   She's as old as little Jaina"

  The pirate under the dark night patted the hippogryph on the neck, making it fly faster. Looking at Dunhold Castle looming in the distance under the moonlight, he said to Moros beside him in a low tone:

   "She must be very scared, so she pinned all her hopes on an 'orc killer' who disappeared more than half a year ago. She must have nowhere to go.

  My housekeeper, the thought of the possibility that I might not have any favors, and that I might owe one favors forever, made my whole body uncomfortable.

  You don't have to come with me.

  Go back to Dalaran.

   Go to the Violet Prison garrison in the name of the Master of the Warlock School of Nar'Thalas College, bail out my incompetent subordinate, the Evil Eye, and bring him to the vicinity of Durnholde Castle.

  I have one thing for him to do. "

   "Okay, Master."

  Moros accepted the task calmly with the attitude of a housekeeper. Before leaving, he whispered:

   "Lothar has arrived in the Magic City, and the eyes of the entire northern border are focused on this area. It is not in your plans and interests to do something bad at this time, my master."

   "I know. So it's just an alternative, not necessarily useful."

  Blake answered in a relaxed tone:

   "General Blackmoore and I are also 'old friends', and he still wanted to recruit me, so I will talk to him as an old friend.

  If the conversation is good, the evil eye will not have to be exhausted.

   But if he is not so knowledgeable, then. I will not care about him. After all, he and I are both people with status now, right? We always have to be decent. "

"Um."

  Moros nodded, and he asked again:

   "Need to mobilize Aruin's 'Twilight Raven' team?"

   "You can't use them."

  The pirate waved his hand and said:

   "They haven't even started their apprenticeships yet. A group of reserve 'uncrowned men' can't do great things."

   The butler said no more.

   He was obviously very confident in his master's strength.

   pulled the reins of the Griffin and flew back to Dalaran in the back, leaving Blake alone to continue heading towards Dunhold Castle in the dark.

  Behind the shadow cast by the Hippogryph in the moonlight, the great wolf, Frostpaw, was running madly on the ground.

  It is full of vitality and constantly shuttles in the dark night, and it can even keep up with the rapid flight speed of the Hippogryph. The big wolf will be in high spirits, and it knows that it will perform the last task given to it by the old master.

   That little orc named Thrall is on the land ahead.

  It must complete its "mission".

   Only then can it fulfill its final allegiance to Orgrim Doomhammer. Then, it can serve the smelly pirate Blake Shaw wholeheartedly.

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   "Put on this dress!"

  In Dunhold Castle, in the early hours of midnight, a human assassin dressed in black threw a set of clothes in his hand on the table in front of Taretha Foxton.

   That is a set. Well, how to describe it?

A set of maid outfits that do not quite fit the category of normal maid outfits, with beautiful lace trimmings, but cut out some weird hollow patterns in places that should not be exposed, which can definitely be called "nasty" in the eyes of some conservative people .

   And people who can take out this kind of clothes, their XP is probably not very normal.

  Eleven-year-old Taretha Folkeston glanced at the clothes in front of her eyes, blushing immediately, her hands tightly hugging her flat chest, and she shrank in the corner of the room.

  It is said that girls mature early.

  Compared with half a year ago, Taresha has grown considerably taller now, even a little taller than Jaina of the same age.

  This is probably due to her being the personal servant of General Blackmore and her "important task", so she eats better than other servants.

   But after all, he was only eleven years old, and there was still an undisguised youthfulness on that face.

  Normal men would not have any extraordinary thoughts about girls of this age, but unfortunately in a real world, there will always be some abnormal scumbags.

   "Master will come tomorrow, you better behave yourself."

   The black-robed assassin with a face-covering scarf put his hands on his hips and said to the little girl in front of him indifferently:

   "Your master has given you as a 'gift' to the master.

  I think Your Excellency the General should have told you about your 'mission'. In the current situation of cooperation between the two parties, your "performance" will determine the cooperation prospects of the master and the general.

   People in this castle say you are very smart, so I don't think I need to say anything more to you.

  To be honest, it is your blessing to be seen by the master, little girl. "

  This assassin was old-fashioned, and laughed a few times in a vulgar manner. He touched his chin and said:

"When the master accomplishes great things, you can also get some blessings and live a luxurious life that a commoner like you can't even imagine. This is comparable to when you grow up and be rewarded by your master to some big boss. Much luckier."

   "I don't want this kind of 'lucky'."

  Taresha, who shrank in the corner, said something in a low voice. The black-robed assassin just sneered a few times and didn't answer. He turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door.

   The room fell silent, but Taretha was still in a panic.

   She glanced at the weird clothes in front of her, blushed again, and threw it on the ground like she was throwing away dirty things, and stepped on it, fully expressing her reluctance.

  Although as the personal servant of General Blackmore, she saw this kind of thing a lot in the castle, especially every time the general entertained local nobles.

   She is also mentally prepared that when she grows up, she will encounter the same "destiny" as those slightly more beautiful maids, but at least it will be after she grows up.

   She is only eleven now!

  Bah.

   That gloomy old guy who came to visit His Excellency the General not long ago is really disgusting. He is old enough to be his own grandfather. How could he have such an obscene habit.

   Worst of all, he even asked people by name to serve him by himself.

so disgusting.

   Despair appeared in Taretha's heart after complaining fiercely.

General    Blackmoore was nice to himself in the past, but that was more because of Thrall.

   She is very smart, and she knows how to quietly use this advantage to make her life a little better.

   But this time there is no escape.

His Excellency General    obviously had some shady secret deals with the old man who was called "Master" by others. When the old man made a lewd request, the general agreed without hesitation.

   It seems that in his mind, this plan is more important than his secret cultivation of Thrall.

   Alas, I've been locked here for several days, and I don't know how Thrall is doing these days.

   In such a random thought, the frightened little girl still couldn't resist the sleepiness in the middle of the night. She hugged her body and huddled in the corner, her head lowered and fell into a deep sleep.

   She didn't know how long she slept, but she suddenly opened her eyes.

   Then he saw a person wearing a dark green cloak standing in front of him, holding the "maid outfit" she had thrown on the ground with **** of his left hand.

   seems to appreciate this unique "trend".

   "Are you awake?"

   A familiar voice with a smile rang out in this small room.

  Taresha heard this voice, she stood up with a face full of surprise, but she saw the eyeballs floating on the shoulders of Mr. Orc Killer in front of her.

   The green eyeballs flexibly flipped in the air, staring at her in the dilated pupils. This evil magic thing made Taretha feel a chill pouring from the beginning to the end, and she was so frightened that she stood where she was and did not dare to do anything.

   "Yo, I haven't seen you for more than half a year. The little girl has grown up all of a sudden. No wonder she is being targeted by the stroller driver."

  The pirate turned and looked Taretha up and down.

   He took out a sewing bag from his luggage, and threw it to her along with the "maid outfit" in his hand, saying:

   "Can you do needlework?"

   "Well, I learned from Aunt Neal."

  Taretha held her clothes and looked at Blake. She didn't know what Mr. Orc Killer meant, but when she saw her former "partner" appeared, she was immediately surrounded by a sense of security.

  It turns out that Mr. Orc Killer is no joke!

  When he needs help, he really shows up!

   is almost like a magical magic story.

   "This dress is made of exquisite materials, but it's made of high-quality ocean silk, and the lace edges are made by master craftsmen from Stratholme. Such a 'sexy dress' costs at least two hundred gold coins.

   It would be a shame to just throw it away. "

  The pirate pretended to be thrifty and housekeeping, and he said to the dazed Taretha:

   "There's still a little time before dawn. You can fix it yourself and make it into the standard maid outfit you imagined. My captain's room just happens to be missing a cleaner, and my first mate has been complaining about it for a long time.

   That big slacker can't even clean up his own room, let alone help me clean it up. "

   As he spoke, Blake drew out the Leap Cutter longsword from his waist, tapped twice on Taretha's left and right shoulders like a knight's medal, and said:

   "I am now calling you the 'Chief Cleaning Maid of the Nagfar's Deck and Captain's Room'. What are you doing? Hurry up and change into your overalls.

   Let's meet my old friend Blackmoore.

   I heard that he became a general, and now that he is developed, he has to 'hug his thighs'. "

"can not go!"

  Taretha shook her head frantically and said:

   "The general has taken me as a gift. He is no longer the kind and just major he used to be, and he won't care about my life or death."

   "Alas, poor girl."

  Black reached out and tapped Taretha's head, saying:

   "Blackmoore has never been the 'benevolent and righteous man' you imagined, but he was willing to pretend before, but now he is too lazy to pretend.

   But he can give you as a gift to others, and of course he can give you to me.

   After all, the disgusting old guy is a master assassin, and so am I.

   He can't favor one over the other, can he? "

   (end of this chapter)