Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 529 82. I came to save you because of the love in the past, don't know what is good or bad [1010]

  Taretha's sewing skills are good.

   She quickly used the sewing kit provided by Blake and several rune threads of different colors in the room, and changed the luxurious "sexy maid outfit" into a very orthodox maid service.

   Black and white tones, three beautiful lace trims around the waist and skirt corners, and can be tied into a large bow at the back of the waist.

   That nasty, **** baby carriage driver didn't seem to be playing this kind of tune for the first time. Not only did he have his subordinates bring clothes, but he even prepared all the "accessories" very well.

   Pendants on the top of the head, embellishments on clothes, and even white pantyhose and black crystal slippers.

   makes Blake have to sigh, no matter what world, no matter what status, no matter what age, men are really ingenious and spare no effort in GHS.

   For the price of this set of things bought at the Stratholme market, there is no thousand gold coins that can’t stop it.

   "Damn it! It's pretty flowery to play, and it's quite ceremonial."

  The pirate whispered:

   "Is it good to use this sense of ritual in the right place, as long as one-tenth of the energy is devoted to the main business, it will not be so dazed that it comes to work for the black dragon."

   "Mr. Black"

   "Call me Captain, my chief cleaning maid. Ah, it seems that Moros will train you well and teach you the rules of the ship."

   "Uh, okay, Captain. The clothes have been changed."

  Taretha stood up and picked up the changed clothes in her hand.

   Those nasty places have been sewn up with thread by the ingenious Taresha.

The    stitches are used very well, not only did not destroy the weird beauty of the dress itself, but also used lines of different colors to outline some patterns to make it look better.

   "After you change it, put it on!"

   Black reprimanded:

   "You held it up for me, did you intend for me to wear it?"

  The pirate pointed to a pile of decorations on the table next to him and said:

   "Put those things on too. I'm going to discuss your 'career plan' with Blackmore. This is a major event in your life, and you have to dress up to attend!"

   "Ah this."

  Taresha glanced at the things on the table next to her, especially the white pantyhose and crystal slippers. She lowered her head and said in a resisting tone:

   "Can you not wear it?"

   "What are you afraid of?"

  The pirate got up and said:

   "The clothes you changed by yourself, you know that it no longer represents those dirty and nasty things, this is a normal set of work clothes, which represents your future career.

   Do one line of work and one line of love, understand?

   When doing a job you like, you must also pay attention to your manners. This is the basic quality of a person in society.

  You change your clothes, I'll go out and wait for you. "

   "There are bad guys out there!"

  Taretha whispered.

   "Bad guy? Has he been worse than me?"

   Pirates scoffed at this.

   adjusted his cloak, reached out and opened the door and walked out, leaving Taresha alone in the room tangled and hesitant. In fact, she didn't hesitate for a long time, she was a smart girl after all.

   She knew what Mr. Black meant.

   Wearing this outfit, she will be "the captain's person" in the future.

   is the same as if the civilians in the castle wear armor, they can become soldiers under General Blackmoore and enjoy the protection of the army. This suit represents a future that can be chosen!

   Are you staying here and being given as a gift to a bad old man? Or leave with Mr. Black?

  Do you need to spend time thinking about this?

  No need at all!

   Soon, Taretha was changing, and the commoner girl took some time to put on her complicated pantyhose, but had trouble putting on her crystal high heels.

   Walking in shoes that commoners would never wear was so difficult that she nearly fell.

   Fortunately, she learns things quickly.

  According to the manners of the noble ladies walking in her memory, it took her a few minutes to master this strange sense of balance.

   After taking a deep breath, Taresha, who wrapped her old clothes behind her back, quietly opened the door and glanced outside.

   She saw a circle of assassins in black who were half-kneeling in front of Mr. Black.

   Those **** bad guys!

   They now knelt in front of Black with sincerity and awe as if they were visiting the leader of their own faction, and the high-ranking assassin kissed the blue seal on Black's finger.

  The pirate asked:

   "When will 'Cleaver' Macross return to Dunhold Castle?"

   The high-level assassin who was half-kneeling in front of him said in a hoarse voice:

   "He will be back at midnight today or early tomorrow morning, Master."

   "What did he do?"

   Black asked again.

   The high-level assassin seemed a little resisted, and seemed to be struggling mentally. After hesitating for a second, he said intermittently:

   "The Cleaver has selected a group of elites from the faction. Go to Ravenholdt Manor to receive reinforcement, which he claims is a blessing from the master.

  We We are too weak to be left here as representatives in contact with General Blackmoore.

   He promises us that we too will receive... powerful blessings. "

   "In other words, there is at least one black dragon in Ravenholdt Manor?"

   Black nodded.

   The Eye of Kilrogg on his shoulder turned once, turned around and glanced at Taretha, frowned and said:

   "Uh, it always feels like something is missing. Um, by the way, how can the cleaning maid not have cleaning tools? Take this."

  The pirate took out a black broom from his luggage and threw it to Taretha. The latter was found to be heavy in her hand, and the broom seemed to have its own consciousness, jumping back and forth in her hand.

   "Don't be afraid, this is a magic broom."

  Black ignored the seven or eight black-clothed assassins who were half-kneeling in the corridor. He walked to the higher part of the castle with a terrified Taretha, and explained as he walked:

   "An enchanted item that can be found everywhere in Dalaran and Quel'Thalas, it can follow the user's command and complete the cleaning steps by itself.

   Ordinary people can also use it, but you probably have to learn how to use it.

   The one I gave you is the best kind, with a battle enchantment and can be used to smash the heads of burglars and robbers, but this one is much harder to manipulate.

  Moros will teach you. "

   Speaking, the pirate snapped his fingers softly as he turned the corridor stairs.

   The seven or eight black-clothed assassins kneeling there in the rear corridor activated the "Plague of Mind" in their spirits, and each received a "Group Mind Blast".

   The low-level assassin only felt a loud bang in his heart, and fell to the ground bleeding from his seven orifices.

   The high-level assassin could still struggle for a while, but within a few steps of crawling out, he was killed on the spot under the constant rolling and invasion of the things he feared most in his heart.

   "Nasrezim's mind magic works really well when it's abusing vegetables."

  Black exclaimed.

   "Hey, what is this?"

  Xalatas was very dissatisfied, and whispered in Black's ear:

   "If you want to learn this, I can teach you. These dreadlords are too amateur at playing with the mind, and I can teach you to use their fear to summon shadow demons.

   Just one head can drag everyone in this castle into a nightmare and kill them all! "

"no."

  The pirate replied lazily:

   "I can't finish the magic of the warlock, and I have no energy or time to study the magic of the shadow priest. I didn't learn these magics either.

  I just 'use it'.

   Besides, if I want to kill all the people in this castle, I still need magic? Why waste time casting spells for a guy who can be hacked to death with a moon blade? "

   "Captain, who are you talking to?"

   followed closely behind Black, and Taretha, who was holding a big broom, asked carefully. The pirate turned back and made a "silent" action to her.

   Don't ask, it's not a good thing.

   The two of them went all the way up, and in the silent night entered the upper part of the castle, where General Blackmore and his elite guards lived.

  Under the horrified and horrified gaze of Little Taretha, where the captain walked, the elite guards standing guard on both sides all fell into a sudden slumber.

   They even maintained their standing guard posture, just standing there with their heads tilted and snoring low.

   Nathrezim Mind Magic - Mass Sleep.

  It was also the first time that the pirate used the magic given to him by this "inner demon", and the effect was outstanding. Unfortunately, when facing the real powerhouse, the effect of sleeping magic must be greatly reduced.

   But at this time, it is better to use it to set off your own mystery and evil.

   "Bang Bang Bang"

  Under Taretha's gaze with a touch of anxiety, Black politely knocked on the door of His Excellency General Blackmore's room, and soon there were dissatisfied scoldings and coquettish complaints from women.

  The pirate waited there patiently, and nearly a minute later, Blackmore, who was wearing pajamas, grabbed a dagger and opened the door.

   and then just froze there.

   He looked at the pirates and the maid Taresha who was holding a broom behind the pirates, and saw the sleeping elite guards in the corridor behind the pirates.

   Finally, his eyes fell on Blake, and he saw the white ominous skull visor embellished on the front of the death shadow helmet on Blake's face.

   and the seal of Master Ravenholdt on the finger of the pirate's left hand.

   General Blackmore realized immediately that he might be in some bad trouble.

   "Aren't you going to invite me in? Old friend, I said last time I left, if I'm still alive after the war, I'll come back and invite you for a drink."

  The pirate said softly.

The voice    was very familiar, and General Blackmoore spent a few seconds recalling it, and then a relaxed smile appeared on his face. He put aside the short knife in his hand, put on his pajamas, opened his arms, and said to the pirate:

   "It's an honor to see Mr. Black. Come in, um, little Teresa, too. You two, get dressed and go out!

  I want to chat with an old friend. "

   Under the scolding of His Excellency the General, the two charming ladies in his room did not dare to refute.

   They quickly put on "thin" pajamas and left the room. Before taking a few steps, the two ladies also yawned loudly, and finally hugged and fell down on the corridor, falling into a wonderful dreamland.

   This scene made Blackmore's eyes twitch, and it made him even more wary of Black.

   "I smell your fear and vigilance, my friend General Blackmoore."

  The pirate said softly:

   "It doesn't have to be. You helped me when I was weak. I am a person who reciprocates. I am here tonight without any malice, just want to discuss a few things with you.

   I won't even take too much of your precious sleep time. "

When General    heard this, he immediately laughed outright, and he acted exactly the same as when he and Blake met, and he looked like a bold veteran.

   But as for Black's words, he'd be damned if he believed it.

   Really if an old friend visits, how can there be such a battle?

   There is also Taretha, seeing that she is following Blake step by step, it is obvious that she has become a servant of this "old friend". He had given her as a gift before, and now Blake appeared in front of him with her.

The act of    has already represented many meanings.

   At least Blake was very dissatisfied with what happened to Taretha Folkeston.

  What the hell, how did a girl from a commoner get involved with such a character? How could she ask a master assassin to pick her up in person?

  You silly child, you should have said that with such a background!

   The general who felt bad luck cursed in his heart.

   In this small castle, there is actually such a "character" hidden.

   If he knew that Taresha maintained contact with a master, Blackmoore would never treat her as a servant, let alone send her out casually.

   It is even possible to accept as a righteous girl or something.

   But this is the end, regret is useless.

   Blackmore rolled his eyes, took out a bottle of old wine from his wine cabinet, took two wine glasses, and poured it on Black himself.

   He picked up the glass and said with a sigh:

   "I haven't heard from you since the war, Lord Black. There are rumors that you died on a voyage, and malicious and crazy rumors that you became a pirate.

  I don't believe this.

   I always thought that you could make a career, but it turns out that my old eyes haven't been spent. Look at you now, tsk tsk, such a young master assassin is really impressive.

  I wanted to recruit you back then, hahaha. "

   He let out the laughter that a warrior should have, and the pirate also showed respect. He picked up the wine glass and clinked with Blackmoore, but instead of drinking, he said softly:

   "Come on, old friend.

  Lothar has set up a net, your 'new friends' are just looking for their own way, there is no need to bet their great future on them. "

   Blackmoore's expression immediately stiffened.

   He put down the wine glass in his hand, thought for a few seconds, shook his head, pointed to the top of his head quietly, and said helplessly:

   "It's not my choice, Blake, I'm just a **** in this incident. If I don't do it, I won't end well."

   "I can understand that the adult world is so cruel."

  The pirate laughed and said:

   "Looking at the past, I can help you ease your embarrassing situation. And the reward I ask for is the freedom of Taretha Folkeston and the orc slaves in several large asylums under your jurisdiction."

   The magic eyeball on his shoulder glanced at the general, and said in a serious tone:

   "I mean 'all' greenskins!

   If there is not one left, they will be sent to Tol Barad for hard labor. The official transfer order is for me to handle, and I will give you the right price for every ship of greenskin sent over there.

Um? Why is your face so ugly? my friend.

   Are you feeling unwell? "

   (end of this chapter)