Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 563 116. Congratulations, Dragon Knight, you have upgraded

   "Can you unravel that bewitching spell?"

   In the corner of the garden, Blake used the Kilrogg Eye on his shoulder to "watch" Princess Calia and Arthas who grimaced at him to leave.

   He asked softly. Xalatas, who never disappoints, did not disappoint his master this time. She said firmly:

"Yes, but it takes time, and it can't be within Deathwing's perception. I'm too weak right now, but if the master can provide me with ninety-nine evil or pure souls, I'm sure I can remove it within a day. ."

   "Ninety-nine? There are zeros and wholes."

  The pirate pouted and said:

   "Not to mention whether Calia's life is worth ninety-nine lives, I just don't think this number is reliable."

   "Very reliable."

   Xal'atas explained it eloquently:

   "One is used to cast spells, and the remaining ninety-eight are reserved for 'playing' with me. Kathanatiel is escaping into the shadows, and its recent symptoms of sluggishness have become more and more serious, and it is becoming less and less fun.

   I seriously doubt that it is a fake, a Nathrezim is not so easily defeated, but I don't want to accompany him to fake it, it's boring.

   I need new playthings.

  Little master, you give it to others, or I will bother you. "

   "Just talk when you talk. Why are you acting so coquettish? I don't like the way you talk, so don't play next time."

  The pirate said something as ruthless as a domineering president.

   Xal'atas let out a dissatisfied snort and disappeared into Black's ear, and then the pirate's poor inner demon let out a short scream, apparently entangled by Xal'atas again.

  Blake didn't stay in the garden for a long time. After confirming Calia's situation, he temporarily left the palace.

  As an honored guest invited to the wedding of Her Royal Highness, Blake easily got a highland horse in the palace stables, and rode around the city alone.

  This is not the first time he has come to Lordaeron.

   He was very familiar with this place. After wandering around and losing several "eyes", he entered the Uncrowned's stronghold in Lordaeron with ease.

   That is the Red Jack Bar in the alley of the old town.

   has been open for some time, but because of the location, the business is not very good, only some old customers drink, smoke and chat here.

   Several veterans in old military uniforms and medals on their chests were drinking and talking about Lothar.

   They were very excited, and after drinking alcohol, they scolded and declared that as long as Marshal Lothar called, they would pick up their swords to answer.

   No matter who the opponent is, they will not back down.

   This made Blake sigh that Lothar's reputation among the people, especially these veterans, was terrifying. No wonder the kings feared him.

  If Black were the king, with someone like Lothar holding a sword in his hand that was strongly claimed by the imperial throne, he would also be restless.

   He threw a gold coin at the bar, invited the guests in the tavern to drink two rounds, then walked up to the second floor and pushed open the door of the first room, where someone was already waiting for him.

"Grandmaster!"

   The red-haired Jack, who had not seen him for a long time, suddenly stood up and saluted Blake with great respect.

   This young man has become much calmer than before in the half-year experience.

  The cold wind of the Alterac Mountains also made his skin a little rougher, but what shone in those eyes was a bright and sharp light.

   When Black proclaimed to him the creed of the Uncrowned, he was skeptical, but now, he has become a loyal supporter of this creed.

   He saw with his own eyes that the chaotic Alterac was transformed by the actions of him and his companions, and through their efforts, the rudiments of a new situation had taken shape.

   He saw the orcs who hid in the valley and occupied the human land. They used a set of careful intelligence to catalyze a war, and they could definitely drive those invaders out of the human hinterland.

   He saw the black dragon hiding in the deep mountains and only showing up at night.

   He knew that these fallen creatures were plotting terrible plots, and he knew that their leaders would not turn a blind eye to it.

   There is something higher than reality that supports the Uncrowned in the dark.

  Jack already understood this sentence.

   He knew that in other places, in far-flung untapped places, in places where the human footprint had not yet reached, there were also his fellow travelers in action.

   They are not working for money or other superficial things.

   They act to change the world.

   "Very good, I see a sense of mission in your eyes, and now you are worthy of your Hidden Blade."

  Black reached out and patted the red-haired Jack on the shoulder. He said:

   "I ordered a set of Assassin outfits for you in Suramar City, which will be delivered to you after a while. There are also Seiko Assassin Handguns made by gnome engineering masters, which will also be delivered to you soon.

   This is a reward for your superb performance in Alterac, and a must for the next stage of your Creed Path.

  Jack, go to Dalaran.

   When we're done there, we'll have a new battlefield.

   You will see the real dark things there, but I know you will not be frightened by it, you have faith in your heart. "

"Um."

  Red-haired Jack nodded, and he whispered again:

   "Master, do we care about Alterac?"

   "The seeds of change have been planted by our own hands, and someone will take over our cause there. That's what I'm here for."

  Black glanced at the second person in the room and said:

"The vast snowfield is very suitable as a place to sharpen the minds and skills of beginners. We will set up a training ground for recruits there. They can work in the cold environment, terrifying ogres, mysterious and cruel snow monsters, and also There are wolves in the mountains and plains to find the strength to persevere.

  You are looking for a competent person among your subordinates to run the training camp, but the flow of funds must be in your hands. "

  Jack nodded.

   As someone who already has experience in commanding a team, he naturally knows the importance of this aspect.

   "Now, go and rest. I want to chat with our guests."

  Black nodded to Jack, who took a step back.

   whispered again: "Master, Brother Aruin's team is already capable enough.

   They independently completed six internal reconnaissance of the Frostwolf clan, and fought against the wolf cavalry to win. I think they are ready for their own trial of the Uncrowned. "

   "Well, then let them go to Dalaran with you too! They are so lucky to be promoted in such a big event. They may not be able to wait to go back to their hometown.

   They will use their own hands to bring changes to Suramar. "

  Black laughed, and Red Jack laughed too, took a few steps back, and disappeared into the shadows.

   There were only two people left in the room. In front of the pirates, at the table by the window, wearing a long hood, put down the very mysterious guy who was dressed up and put down the teacup in his hand.

  He looked up and said to Black:

   "Meet again, Master."

   "Should I call you Oridon as before, or should I call you 'His Royal Highness' according to what is now popular in Alterac?"

   "That's just an ignorant rumor, Master, it's putting me on fire."

  Oridon Perinold took off his hood, shook his head and said:

"I was very ignorant at first. When you gave your advice, I was thinking of fighting for the throne. But after this period of knowledge, I realized that as long as the Priusto family and the Barov family are still alive, I will It will never be possible to get close to that title.

   I finally understand your suggestion.

   It turns out that your vision is excellent and lofty. "

   "You veteran, why did you suddenly become so good at talking?"

  Blake's eyes blinked.

   He stretched out his hand, and Oridon also raised his hand to hold Blake's, but when he got up, the pirate's hand suddenly accelerated and clasped Oridon's neck.

   picked him up from where he was and slammed it against the wall.

   "Master, you..."

  Oridon's eyes were full of astonishment, but Blake looked at him, stretched out his left hand and made a husky gesture at the corner of his mouth. Under Oridon's wide-eyed gaze, he asked the empty air:

"How about it?"

   "There are traces of Bewitching. It's the same as the previous one."

  Xalatas yawned and whispered in Black's ear: "But whether it's the effect or the cast residue, it's far from Princess Calia.

   should be temporarily imposed by the direct descendants of Deathwing, and the casting time will not exceed one day.

   is for you, no doubt about it. "

  Black nodded, thinking that Onyxia, the female black dragon, was really persistent, but she obviously didn't understand the serious consequences of casually following a master assassin.

   It seems that she is going to give her a good "lesson".

   "Is the physical calibration of consciousness okay?"

   Black asked again, and Xal'atath replied:

   "Okay, hit the head hard a few times, enough to dispel this confusion, but don't kill it."

   "Don't worry, I'm a professional in beating people."

The    pirate laughed, clenched his fist, and punched Oriden in the forehead.

   With a thud, His Excellency the Major fell to the ground with his eyes closed.

  Black brought out the little murloc and threw it beside Oliden, made a gesture and said:

"beat him!"

   "Cuck!"

   Today, the little murloc who changed into a warrior outfit excitedly rolled up his sleeves and took out a magic wooden stick from his luggage.

   also grabbed his hands and swung it like a golf ball. After finding the feeling, the bad murloc slapped the unconscious Oliden in the face.

   A good beating.

   Half an hour later, Oriden, who woke up and resumed his military style, wiped his nosebleed and sat beside Blake, scolding his "fiancee" loudly.

   "I knew it! That **** of the Pristo family is uneasy and kind! She usually ignores me, so she will make tea for me today.

  The most shameful thing is that I lost my head for a while and actually drank it, **** it! What a shameful shame. "

Major    wiped his cheeks in front of the mirror, and quickly tidied up his demeanor.

   The little murloc was measured, it didn't hit the guy in the face, so it didn't leave any obvious trauma.

   "You have to be careful with the methods of the Priusto family. This time it's just a warning. You can't relax when dealing with them for a moment."

  Blake sat next to him, legs crossed, holding a jug.

   On the table next to him, the alcoholic little fishman who "moved" his body fiercely was sitting on the table, holding a big glass of wine and eating.

   "Count Barov's warning is right. The Pristo family is no longer the noble family of Alterac before, and their family members have been robbed of their bodies by dark things."

  Oridon said to Black in a serious tone:

   "The old earl found me a few days ago, just before the fire in the palace.

   He said that the Barov family is willing to fully support me, but the premise is that after Marshal Lothar enters Alterac, he must take the opportunity to get rid of all traces of the Priusto family in the country.

   He also took out the letter he communicated with Lord Davar more than ten years ago as evidence, explaining to me that the current Lord Davar is no longer the indecisive little lord he used to be. "

   "So it is, no wonder that the ancient family behaved so strangely in the political situation in Alterac. It seems that they lived in Kelronda for a reason other than the capture of the family territory.

   As expected of the Alterac Voldemort, they really know these things very well. "

  The pirate narrowed his eyes, and after thinking for nearly half a minute, he said to Oriden, who was expecting his opinion:

   "In the hands of the Barov family, is there really evidence that the Priusto family was 'replaced'?"

"might have."

  O'Ridon replied, and hurriedly explained: "The old guy is very cunning, he claimed that unless I agreed to join forces, he would not disclose this information.

   After the fire at Alterac Palace, he guessed that there was a force behind me.

   sent me a letter, volunteered to join Marshal Lothar, and kept inviting me to secretly talk about 'big things', but I suspected that the **** beside me had been watching me, so I didn't make time to go to the appointment. "

   Black nodded and said:

   "There are still three days until the marriage of Lord Davar and Princess Calia, you must go to Kelronda yourself, and you must find out the content of the evidence in the hands of the Barov family.

   Negotiate the remuneration for the joint in advance.

  I want the title deed of Nanhai Town in the hands of their family, this is not negotiable! Lastly, it's important to hold your identity when you're talking to them. "

"identity?"

  Oridon asked suspiciously: "As the commander of the Alterac army? Or as the last descendant of the Perenold family? Or as your messenger?"

   "Neither! Why can't you let go of this pattern? You are so petty, how can you do big things in the future?"

  Black glared at O'Riden, and said in a serious tone:

   "As King of Alterac, go talk to your future vassals! What do you think the "big thing" the Barov family wants to talk to you about?"

  Oridon's breathing stopped for a moment, and then his mind suddenly became clear.

Yup!

   First ask the master to take action and expel the Priusto family.

   After the Frostwolf Orcs were expelled by the Alliance army, only his own army and the Barov family were left in the entire Alterac territory. The orc assassins under the command of the previous master took advantage of the chaos and cut off other branches of the royal family.

   He is now the last heir to the Perenold family.

   Own an unparalleled strong claim!

   King of Alterac!

   The wish that I have been burying in the bottom of my heart is only the last step left!

Yes

   As long as the Priusto family, now identified as having problems, is expelled…

   Ah, that's what the old Barov family's letter said about "discussing important matters"!

  Oridon patted his forehead fiercely, thinking in his heart: As a guy from a military background, he is still not good at politics.

"understand?"

  Black saw Oriden's expression, he sighed and said:

"It's all said, if you still don't understand, I will find a way to change your mind. But your performance now makes me very suspicious, even if you really put you on the throne, you can fight against Barovna. A pack of foxes?"

  Oridon thought about this question, he didn't have to disguise anything in front of the master, after all, he was "a friend of the poor", so he also sighed and shook his head.

   said that he really had no confidence to play politics with these thousand-year-old families.

   After a few seconds, his eyes changed again, and he whispered to Blake:

  "Or..."

   He raised his hand and made a downward cut, his eyes gleaming coldly.

   "Not now, how are you going to run the country without them? With the few people in your hands, you can't even form a military government. Without the support of many small lords, your throne will not be stable at all."

  Blake rubbed his chin, he suddenly remembered something, and said softly:

   "I remember you said last time that the Barov family intends to marry you a slut, and now you are also eligible to marry them for support...

  Or, sacrifice for the great cause? "

   "For the throne, what is it to marry a slut! Anyway, the **** of the Pristo family uses me as a tool."

  Oridon didn't hesitate for a second, he clenched his fists, and said without hesitation:

   "Done!"

"it is good!"

  Blake also extended his thumb again and praised:

   "I didn't see the wrong person, you really are someone who does great things!"

   (end of this chapter)