Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 578 131. The end of the decaying empire

   Farad's not dead yet.

  This master assassin whose flesh and blood were scorched by shadow magic, his left eye was shot through, and his skull was bursting was an elite who had been strengthened by the extremely pure black dragon blood.

   He has a tenacious vitality comparable to that of a giant dragon.

   Even the terrifying fatal wound at the moment could not take his life away immediately, making him twitch like a fish thrown into the sun and suffocate as hard as suffocation.

   This is not a lucky thing.

  The inability to die neatly means that you have to survive and suffer more physical pain, as well as "mental pollution" from stinky pirates.

   "You won, congratulations."

   Lying in a pool of blood on the broken ground, Farad, who smelled of burnt stench all over his body, had a broken arrow shaft in his left eye, and his right eye stared blankly at the sky.

  After the curtain of shadows collapsed, the light of the sky shone down through the torn gap in the curtain.

   is a bit dazzling.

   But with the scattered corpses on the ruins, as well as the MI7 elites and the uncrowned assassins who helped each other leave the battlefield, they showed a silent sadness.

   Even John J. Keeshan, a former MI7 agent who was once a tough guy, sat on the corpse of a dwarf assassin with his red hood.

   In the battle just now, he lost an old friend.

   There is a **** smell of sadness here, and even the winners don't have many smiles on their faces.

  The pirate looked at the battlefield that ended in front of him. Shaw was looking for trophies on the body of Master Karru. With a wave of Black's hand, the longbow was thrown to Nathanos.

   This is temporarily lent to him.

   The hapless one also helped Li Russ Windrunner hunt the tendon of an adult black dragon as a gift for him to win the "admiration" of Windrunner's mother.

Fortunately, the black dragons near Lordaeron are driven around by the blue dragons. Many black dragons are destined to die today. Relying on Xiaoxing's face, Maris, who participated in the battle, received from the victorious blue dragons. Asking for a black dragon tendon is not a problem.

   "I don't want to talk to you about Duke Jorazzi anymore, let's talk about you."

  The pirate stepped forward and sat down beside Farad, who was lying in a pool of miserable blood.

   reached out and took out a green healing stone and stuffed it into Farad's mouth, so that the dying person could at least complete the current conversation.

   he asked:

   "I'm curious, are you loyal to Ravenholdt, or are you loyal to yourself? Are you dedicated to a certain belief? Or just to complete a certain mission?"

   "Do you ask so many questions before you kill everyone?"

   The weak master Farad, who had only one breath left, coughed up blood with difficulty, and then asked:

   "Still ask everything about me so that I can make an epitaph that matches my identity?"

   "It's not impossible if you want.

  Pay me a deposit in advance, and I will choose the best cemetery for you. But I asked this just to see if I could recruit you. I suddenly thought you were very interesting.

  I thought it was a black dragon running dog with no nutrition, but now I found out that I have misunderstood. An assassin who can say the word "glory", has a firm goal and ruthless means is not hopeless.

  You are as perfect as an angel compared to the other two trash masters who died in my hands.

   So, I would ask, how much does it cost to hire you to be a hero? How much are your funeral expenses? How much does it take to buy your loyalty?

   If we can negotiate a price, after kissing my ring, you can join my faction and you will be a very qualified Uncrowned No. 2 mentor.

   I have so much to deal with right now that I can't manage my faction anymore. I desperately need a deputy who can execute as well as you and can take into account the grand strategy. "

   "You want to recruit me? Even in this situation? As long as a person can tell, I'm dying."

   Faraday laughed weirdly and said:

   "I don't think our goals are aligned."

   "It's just a mortal wound. All I have is a way to treat you. If you really can't change your body, it's fine. We, the Warlocks of the Academy of Nar'Thalas, are professional in this regard.

   As for the different goals, this is not a big problem.

  The Uncrowned is a very inclusive organization. "

  The pirate took out the dwarf pipe, held it to his mouth, lit the tobacco with fragments of Azzinoth, and vowed to say:

   "No matter what your goals and creeds were before joining, after joining, you must follow the will and creed of the Uncrowned, your past doesn't matter.

   What matters is your future. "

   He spit out a smoke ring, took out another blank perfect soul stone, and threw it up and down in his hand. The Eye of Kilrogg on his shoulder spun to look at the seriously injured Master Assassin.

Say:

   "I also know it's wrong to spy on other people's secrets, but I really want to know your heart.

  So, go ahead, tell me that you are willing, and give me the rest of your life, so that you can live, and I can also gain a good subordinate.

   Or you can say 'no' to me.

   That will be your last word, and I will say it to everyone who will listen.

   For my sake, become a pirate.

   It only takes a little time to learn and you will be famous throughout the sea of ​​looting.

I promise. "

   "cough cough"

   Facing Blake's solicitation, Farad coughed a few times with difficulty, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, it seemed that the wound had been pulled, which made his speech even weaker.

   "Don't make me laugh. The wound, it hurts."

   He said in a low voice, his right eye slowly closed, like a person about to fall asleep, he said:

   "Power is only one aspect, a trivial aspect."

  The dying Farad didn't seem to care about Blake's crazy words, he said in a hoarse voice:

   "My loyalty to the Duke is not purely from organizational dogma. I was trained by him at that time. I have always been his most proud disciple. I learned from him and I believed in his philosophy.

   Only cruel chaos can breed true power.

  The current Ravenholdt is already too lush and a big tree, it needs to prune off those rotten branches to make the trunk of the big tree grow better.

  I joined this group since I was a child.

  The cause of Ravenholdt is not only the cause of the Duke, but also the cause that I am willing to fight for. This is not a constraint imposed on me by someone, but a kind of recognition from the bottom of my heart.

   Therefore, I refuse.

  I make what I think is correct based on the situation, I choose my 'friends' carefully, I fulfill my task, and try my best to complete it.

   I made a choice, and I have to bear the consequences.

  Although there is an 'accident' now because of you, the black dragons will suffer heavy damage, but I still don't see the possibility of Anduin Lothar winning.

  You don't know who you are facing."

   "Of course I do, and I'm sure no one in the world knows it better than I do."

  Black shook his head and did not intend to continue discussing the issue of Deathwing with Farad. He said to Farad in a regretful tone:

   "You are not very good at choosing 'friends', and your pursuit of power is quite blind. Greed without self-control, indiscriminate worship of authority, blind and stupid loyalty, this may be your greatest weakness.

   I suddenly realized that you are not so perfect either.

   You could even say that you are full of flaws, well that makes my decision to kill you not so difficult after all. "

   "Are you going to do it?"

  Fallard finally coughed a few times, and his breathing became rapid, but not because of fear, perhaps a kind of anger from the bottom of his heart, forcing him to ask at the last moment:

   "Black Shaw, no! Derek Proudmoore, we know who you are.

  When Daelin foolishly used Ravenholdt's resources to investigate your life, the Duke and I had already guessed your connection with that family.

   You hide everything well, you erase your past.

   We have no proof.

   But I know that you are the dead prince.

  You are also an abandoned spirit who cannot go back to the past and can only survive in the shadows.

  We gave you a place to live when you needed it most, we accepted you, and we want you to call it home, just like us.

  Why do you have to destroy it”

   The question made the pirates hesitate.

   He looked left and right, took off the pipe at the corner of his mouth, and put his hand on Farad's undulating chest. He approached the dying man who was short of breath, and said softly:

   "When an 'assassin' organization is so high-profile that even the children in Goldtown know about you, then your existence is meaningless. In our business, it's better to keep a low profile.

  Low-key means stealth, stealth means deterrence.

  Fame or something is not what I will pursue, and I don't need others to respect me, let alone make me the altar of assassins. I have no interest in ruling a decaying shadow and criminal empire.

   What I want is simple.

   I just need their fear.

  I don't even dare to talk aloud about the fear of assassins secrets every night, I'm just taking back the lost glory that you dumped into the garbage heap little by little.

   In your words, what Ravenholdt needs is not pruning shears. What you need is a fire, a fire that burns down the old empire and turns the decayed things of the past into a fire of white waste.

   Burn all the burdens and glory and start from scratch.

   Don't worry, man, I'll do what you can't do, I'm already pushing it, and now is the most important step, killing you old stubborn remnants one by one.

  You are the third.

  Jorazie Ravenholdt is next.

   Your bones will pave a flesh and blood road to the Assassin's Sanctuary, and the Uncrowned will eventually rise on your heads. "

   "You are indeed a magical man, who can play the dragon and us with applause. The duke's praise for you is not groundless, you are much stronger than me and all the current assassin masters.

  You are the real king of shadows. "

   Farad laughed, and before dying, he said with emotion:

   "Ahem, who would have imagined that half a year ago, you were still a poor rookie under my command."

   "Well, don't forget, I killed an orc legend on my first mission."

  Blake pressed Farad's undulating chest with his left hand, and pulled out a fragment of Azzinoth with his right hand, placing it against the heart of the Master Assassin. He said:

   "Besides, it's not just dragons that I'm playing with.

  If you go to Dalaran at a later time, you will know that sending the black dragons with big ambitions and talents and eyes above the top into a desperate situation is just the first of many major things I will do today.

   Breaking Ravenholdt's spine is only the second one.

   I have a lot to do today.

  I will make the entire Northern Xinjiang, the entire Eastern Continent, and even the entire world remember what I have done today. They will know my name, they will hear about my deeds.

   They would insult and fear me.

   They will panic and turn away from me.

  Unfortunately, you are destined to not see the wonderful performance afterward.

   Have you eaten before coming here? Once you've eaten, get ready to hit the road. "

   "Let's do it."

   Farad said:

   "On my epitaph, please write 'This is what happened to a failed assassin'."

   "This is good! If it weren't for me being far away from death, I would have kept it to myself."

  Blake picked his chin and praised it quite agreeably.

   The flaming dagger went down, his wrist rotated a circle, a **** beating heart fell into the palm of his hand, and the scorching heat of his arms was surging.

   Finally, the second occupation has reached full level.

   But the pirate was not as excited as when the pirate profession was at full level. He poured shadow magic into the heart in his hand, drained the blood, and threw it into the magic bag.

   Such a heart strengthened by the blood of the black dragon may be able to be made into a good magic accessory.

   "He gave everything for his cause, and after the fierce battle, he gained eternal peace as an assassin. His power was passed on to me through his death, and it turned into firewood to light the way forward in the dark.

   He has got everything he wants.

  If the Assassins had a Shadowland, he would have a place in it. "

  The pirate took out the legendary long sword from his waist, turned around, and looked behind him. Where there was nothing before, there was a faint wind blowing the blood-stained dust in the ruins.

   "Then, uninvited guest, why are you appearing in front of me? What can I do for you?"

   "You're carrying what's not yours, Blake Shaw."

   Deep human language with a hint of accent rang out in front of the pirates as the hidden person appeared.

   It was an orc with a naked upper body, wearing leather armor like a battle group, with a huge blood-red elemental rosary on his neck, and a worn-out flaming blade war flag on his back.

   He tied his white hair in a ponytail behind his head, had a white beard, and had slender eyebrows raised like a sword.

  This orc is holding a heavy elemental war sword very similar to the blazing blade Sanksu, and there are two slender one-handed knives inserted in his waist. At this moment, he is staring at the pirate in front of him with his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

He says:

   "Hand over the blade of the Juggernaut, I crossed two worlds, that's what I came for!"

   "Samuro"

  Blake narrowed his eyes under the battle helmet. He moved his neck and said with a bit of surprise:

   "Ha, I knew that grabbing something casually would bring me trouble sooner or later, but I didn't expect this knife to be able to draw out a 'hidden figure' like you.

   This is a real surprise!

  The last time I fought with Old Dahl, he was on the verge of death, and I was too weak to fully appreciate the subtlety of the way of the Sword Saint. I have long heard that you are the most talented Supreme Sword Saint of the Burning Blade Clan.

   Come and try it today. "

  The pirate took out the blazing blade Sanksu, carried it on his shoulders, put the legendary sword back into his waist, raised his hand and hooked his fingers at Samuro.

Say:

   "You want my knife? Okay!"

   "Catch up with me first."

   (end of this chapter)