Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 793 124. What are you calling out?

   "I'm going to work tonight, so I need to fill up, Moros, can you make me a local speciality? Find me a bottle of Mildenhall Farms' secret mead.

   This is a delicacy that only locals know.

   The Mildenhall family over there has been beekeeping for generations, and is the best family of beekeepers in the entire Kul Tiras and even the whole world. Even though their family is low-key, they will send a batch of mead to the palace every year in the past few years.

   That is the heart of the Proudmoore family.

  Unfortunately, I heard that the Mildenhall family of this generation is starting to lose. Their bees have problems, and the mead brewed is not as mellow as it used to be.

   is definitely not the problem with the Mildenhalls' beekeeping recipe.

   It was definitely the darkness that lingered around the land that affected the poor family's business. "

  In the temporary base camp of the Uncrowned, Black was ordering his own lunch to his butler, and he was rambled about local stories.

  The undead steward listened to the master's instructions with a terrifying smile. He put a towel on his wrist and poured a glass of Sailor's stout for his greedy master to moisten his throat before turning around and leaving to prepare lunch.

  After Moros left, Blake lay down in his chair, took a sip of wine, and continued the story of the Mildenhalls to his two brothers, who were leaning against the desk and standing by the window.

   is like telling a bad country legend.

   "When I left Kul Tiras, I heard that there was a problem with the cellar honey at the Mildenhall Honey Farm, and the nutrient-rich expensive liquid was showing signs of elementalization.

   Can you believe it?

   A dollop of elemental honey, my God, the world is getting crazier, right? "

  Blake laughed and drank half of the beer in his hand, took a drink and said:

   "I'm sure that the nutritional value of those honey elements is absolutely comparable to that of dragon eggs. If you two are preparing supplies for the next battle, why don't you go to the farm I mentioned?

   Bring me some fragrant honey. Not only can I eat it, but I can also feed my greedy bear. By the way, Nathanos, you've met Rexxar, haven't you?

   How are his bears, pigs and falcons? "

   "Very good."

   Standing by the window, Maris looked at the lively town outside the window and said without looking back:

"It's not just Misha, Hoffer and Spire. When I was training at the marksman camp, I saw that Rexxar also brought a male lion that he caught from somewhere, and he affectionately called it 'Samba' s'.

   That guy is a taciturn person.

   I suspected at one point that he couldn't speak, but I peeked to see that he could speak to his beast.

   Heck, I even saw him talking to Desolation when I woke up one morning.

  Can you believe it?

   Knowing only one owner in his life, the Royal Hound of Gilneas, who is extremely loyal, jumps around in front of a green-skinned orc.

   I was absolutely right.

  Desolation is definitely 'chatting' with that Rexxar!

   I can't imagine what a good chat a dog would have with a green skin? "

   "Well, maybe that **** who can't keep his mouth shut, Desolate is telling Rexxar a gossip story about you and Lady Sylvanas."

  Blake frowned seriously, and said something that made Maris wide-eyed, and grinned with Shaw.

   But after laughing, he waved his hand and said:

   "That guy is a little weird, but he's definitely capable.

  You should put down your hatred for the orcs, learn from him humbly, and finally use the hunting skills you learned from him to touch his house one night and strangle him to death. "

   "Well, that's a good suggestion."

   Nathanos turned his head back and said with a swear word:

   "I've decided to learn from you first, Blake, my brother. When I learn your skills, I'll suffocate you with a pillow and cut your tongue out before I kill you.

I swear. "

   "Wait a minute, don't argue, gentlemen.

   Let me ask, when you say Rexxar, do you mean Rexxar Rema? That orc hunter who is called 'Wanderer' and wanders around the entire Eastern Continent? "

  Shore shook the wine glass in his hand and asked.

   This guy is holding a glass for show, he's an old-school Assassin guy who doesn't drink at all before he goes, Nathanos and Black know that.

   "Is there a second Rexxar in the world that the two of us could discuss so seriously?"

   Black snorted and said:

   "What? You MI7 also know that low-key guy?"

   "MI7 is not interested in a pacifist orc who has great power but pursues inner peace, but my king is very interested in him."

  Shore looked at the wine shaking in his hand, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly:

"In Lordaeron, Marshal Lothar was able to be safely sent to the palace thanks to him. My king told me privately that if Rexxar did not intervene that day, he and Marshal Lothar would probably die in Khagar. In the hands of the Blade Fist.

   That orc is a mystery.

   Not only his origin is a mystery, but his formal style and philosophy of conduct are also a mystery. "

   Having said this, Shaw glanced at Blake who was drinking and said:

   "Blade Fist is with you now?"

   "No, Kargath Bladefist who went with the flow is dead and killed by me."

  Blake bluntly said:

   "I have only one stupid gladiator who calls himself a 'champion', sitting on an entire arena's treasure, and he's willing to give it up to whoever beats him in the arena.

   He would love to be my personal executioner.

   And there is only one sentence he can make, and that is gladiatorial punishment!

   He fights with thirty men every day, regardless of race or age, only when his inner desire to fight can be satisfied can he be quiet.

   He is a beast!

  Especially when he showed his power in the arena, ten dwarves were no match for him.

  My sea giants had their noses broken by him, and I had to get him a group of vrykul prisoners of war from Northrend to keep him steady.

   However, the consumption rate of prisoners of war is still a bit fast.

   Alas, it's really sad. "

  The smelly pirate burped.

   glanced at the lunch that was pushed into the room by Moros, he smelled the aroma of the food, rubbed his hands, quickly tied a napkin around his neck, and picked up a knife and fork.

   "Looking" at Shaw and Nathanos, he said:

   "Would you like to eat together? There's still work to do at night. Seriously, why don't you guys go to Mildenhall Farm in the afternoon and get us some elemental honey back?

   That thing is also a very good material for poisoning.

   I know of a recipe for a toxin that has extra damage to void creatures, which should be useful given our next mission.

   I can share it with you for free. "

   "You don't want us to go with you to Tide Sage's stronghold?"

  Shore put down his glass and said:

   "Are you so unconfident in us?"

   "No no no, I have confidence in both of you."

  Blake cut open the beef on the plate, put it in his mouth to chew, and said expressionlessly:

   "I just don't want to go to the trouble of explaining to a great old woman and a cold-faced female evil star why their grandson and rumored boyfriend died inexplicably in the backcountry of Kul Tiras.

   I also don't want to pay two extra pensions.

   Okay, just kidding.

   Of course we can go together, bad guys need ugly partners too.

   But say it in advance, you are just on guard outside, and you are not allowed to cross the wall of the Sage Fortress. I'm not kidding you this time

   I suspect that there is something in that fortress that even I can't deal with.

   This is a reconnaissance operation, not an assassination, nor a sabotage.

  Waiting in the dark, ready to pick me up, OK? "

  Shore and Nathanos looked at each other.

  Since the three of them met, they had rarely seen Blake so serious. After a few seconds, the two nodded and sat down at the table to share a sumptuous meal with the stinky pirate.

  Moros is a wonderful housekeeper, he prepared all the dishes for three.

After eating, the three of them rode the Hippogriffs and Griffons to the mountains northeast of Brennadan City in the evening night, and when the night was completely dark, they reached the outside of the Sage Fortress. In the valley forest.

  This fortress was built on a mountain, just across the sea from the Temple of Storms on the island on the other side of the strait.

  Compared to the Temple of the Storms, which is dedicated to rituals and teachings and the study of the power of the tides, the Fortress of the Sages is where the sea sages of the Church of the Storms live their daily lives.

  The water system here is also very developed. There is a river connected to the bay. Boats are docked on the pier as a tool for daily transportation and commuting of the sea sages.

   In the mountains under the dark night, Blake looked towards the fortress, and he could see that the valley was brightly lit, as if a large ceremony was being held all night.

   "There is indeed something ominous in the dark night ahead, blocking the shadows."

  The pirate stretched out his hand, sensed the night in front of him for a few seconds, turned around and said to Shaw and Nathanos:

   "Shore's perception is fine. Ordinary assassins who dare to sneak here will immediately fall under the gaze of dark things. Your caution is correct."

"how about you?"

  Shore asked.

  Black pointed to the dim moonlight in the sky, pushed the blindfold again, and said:

   "I don't have to sneak, my poor brother, under the shelter of the moonlight, I just need to 'walk' over."

   After he finished speaking, he grinned and jumped towards the valley cliff in front of him. His figure was shrouded in moonlight for a moment in the air, and then disappeared as if it "melted" into the light.

   "I had doubts before."

   After watching Black disappear, Nathanos held his bow and said to Shaw next to him:

   "But I'm pretty sure now that Blake is a watchman, and his posture in the shadow of the moonlight is exactly the same as I've observed the veterans of the watchmen along the way.

   is really strange, he doesn't know where he got this strange inheritance. I've heard that the Watchmen has never been allowed to join the organization since its inception.

   Black may be the first, and most likely, the only male Watcher.

  You don't think about begging him to let him take you into this mysterious organization? "

   Hearing this, Shaw shrugged and said:

"That's not for me. If my grandma knew that I gave up her path as a shadow warrior, she would definitely poison me. As for the inheritance of the black moon, it is indeed tempting, but I don't think it is the only way to The path of the highest shadow.

  There is no strong or weak path on the road of power, and every path can reach the end.

  If I don't get to the end, it's not the road.

   is my problem. "

   On the other side, Black was moving very fast in the moonlight. When he was walking in the shadows, he did not forget to turn the void power left by Xalatas into a "cloak" and put it on himself.

  While blocking his breath, he disguised his existence as something creeping in the void.

   The moment he stepped over the walls of the Sage Fortress, he immediately felt a gaze from the depths of the shadows, like a light sweeping across his consciousness on a spiritual level.

   The translucent character card in front of him immediately gave a reminder:

   You are being watched by the abyss.

  You are applied with the effect of [Mental Stimulation], your mental toughness is weakened, your connection with the shadow is also weakened, and every move you make will irritate the other party.

   Your Void Disguise takes effect.

   The other party looked away.

  【Mind Stimulation】effect removed.

   This record made the pirates frown.

   He flexibly jumped to the edge of the city wall, without alarming anyone, and instead of heading towards the ceremony site inside the fortress, he looked outwards at the highest point of the city wall.

   Soon, in a position on the flank of the fortress, Black's "Endless Hunt" passive sense detected a strange creature.

   It resembled the frail, purified monster beneath the Tirisfal Glades, with an octopus face, lobster claws, and two stout legs of twisted flesh.

   But its skin is not dark black or dark green, but a very strange purple-grey. Even beyond the heavy carapace there are disgusting pink spots and blue crystallized sores.

   That is a strange Krasis!

  Compared with ordinary Krasis, this guy has a **** flesh shell with a mixed shape of starfish and hermit crab on top of his head, making it look more like a creature in the deep sea.

   But it is not in the material world.

   Its stature is illusory, as if it is sandwiched between two planes, entering the material world from another world.

  The pirate threw a Scout at the thing at a distance.

   The next moment, the feedback made Blake blink:

   Name: "Warbringer" Yenakiz

   Race: Incomplete Krasis [Abyss Aberration]

state:

  Abyssal Projection: Being summoned from Ny'alotha Sleeping City into the material world.

Estimated time to complete the    ceremony: three days.

Notice!

   The strength of the summoned object to enter the material world will depend on the strength and amount of the abyss ritual sacrifice, the upper limit is [Demigod], and the lower limit is [Legendary]

   "Wait, is this the 'gift' you Haixians are going to give Dai Lin? It doesn't look very friendly."

   Black, who was squatting upstairs like a spider, complained:

   "Based on what I know about Dai Lin, I don't think he likes such a 'pet'. To please him, you might as well kidnap a few elves and put them in his bed."

   "Crack!"

   Just when the pirate was about to observe for a while, the little fish man's head suddenly popped out of his chest. The sleepy guy rubbed his eyes, but kept moving his nostrils.

   It seemed to smell some peculiar smell, and waved its hands like a sleepwalker, gesturing in the direction of the interior of the fortress.

   It means, there are treasures there! Really big baby! It is a unique treasure that allows it to smell its fragrance in its sleep, and it must not be missed.

   "Ha, the real gift is actually there, right? It must be something related to the power of the sea, so let me, the 'Baron Riptide', give him a hand."

   Black grinned.

   He glanced at Krasis, who was in the gap between the planes, and then jumped off the city wall dexterously like cos Spider-Man, and touched the inside of the fortress.

   He will inherit Dai Lin's throne in the future.

  Any gift to Dai Lin will fall into his hands in the future, so instead of wasting time switching hands, it is better to give it to him directly now.

   He would like to see what these tide sages are plotting with such a big battle.

   (end of this chapter)