Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 938 35. This is probably the legendary Prisoner's Dilemma?

  The outskirts of Black Rook Fortress are under pressure, and new death knight recruits are awakened every day.

   The power of the Black Raven Chapter is increasing day by day, these silent dead have blocked the airspace, and also activated the enchantment of Black Rook Keep, blocking the effect of teleportation.

   They did not attack the city immediately.

   But those ancient and decaying siege weapons are being repaired by undead craftsmen every day, which puts a lot of psychological pressure on the nightborn who are recalcitrant in the central castle of Black Rook Keep.

   Their numerical advantage has been overwhelmed by the constantly awakening undead, and their combat effectiveness is not necessarily stronger than these resurrected death knights.

   They haven't fought a serious war for 10,000 years.

  The most terrible thing is that in the case of complete blockade, the magic wine they carry with them will be exhausted.

  The importance of this thing to Nightborne is self-evident.

  Without it, the night child is like losing his soul, let alone fighting, it is possible to mutiny on the spot.

   Never overestimate the character of addicts.

   And in recent days, there have always been inexplicable disappearances of combatants in the main castle, and occasionally strange laughter can be heard in the dark night.

   The blood of some deceased bodies was drained, and the terrifying mummy state made people panic in the castle.

  As the commander-in-chief of the Nightbornes stationed in Black Rook Castle, the high-ranking advisor Lord Fandos, who has always acted arrogantly and indifferently, has no idea what to do in the face of the current internal and external troubles.

   He can only continuously strengthen the defensive barrier of the main castle, stick to it, and wait for Suramar to send reinforcements to scour them.

  The Great Magister Elisande attaches great importance to the situation of Black Rook Castle. When the undead pirates came in, Fandos had already sent a letter of help.

   Counting the time, the reinforcements should have already departed.

   "Hold on for a few more days, as long as the army of magic swordsmen and the moon guards come to support us, those **** undead will be self-defeating! Also, save your magic wine, bastards!

  We have to stick to it for at least a week!

   At the current consumption rate, I can't last for three days. I use whips to whip those lowly alcoholics, I need them to exercise restraint now! stay awake!

  Bastard, if this goes on like this, there is no need for the undead to attack, they will have to get themselves drunk! "

   Fandos was in the study of Lord Ravencrest, speaking to several commanders under his command, and he kept repeating what he had said once yesterday.

   Attempt to adjust morale in this way.

   But looking at the downed faces of the Commanders of the Nightborne in front of him, he knew that the morale boost of the high-ranking advisors had long since worn off.

  Thinking about it too, now I can’t beat it, I can’t run and I can’t run, and the fact that there are ghosts inside is really disappointing.

   Worst of all, as that monstrous elf lich begins to revive the souls of Black Rook Hold, it means their mission has failed completely.

   The Death Knight Chapter that Suramar longed for did appear.

   But unfortunately they are not loyal to the Grand Magister.

   Judging from Elisande's increasingly powerful means in recent times, even if these Nightborne succeeded in breaking through, they would still be punished after returning to Suramar.

   may even be driven out of the city, cut off the supply of magic wine, and become a tragic wither is probably their final fate.

Everyone knows about   , but no one will say it at this time.

   It can be devastating to morale. And from the **** eye circles of the high-ranking advisor, Lord Fandos, it can be seen that he has not slept well for several days.

   He must have known this, and he must have been troubled by it.

   Alas, where can we find a surefire solution to the current predicament?

   Several Nightborne commanders look at me, I look at you, exchanged glances, and finally a female magic swordsman commander whispered:

   "Your Excellency Advisor, why don't we send messengers to negotiate with the lich outside?"

   This sentence was spoken, and immediately received enthusiastic approval from several commanders.

   Fandos sneered.

   Of course he could hear his subordinates' subtext, what negotiation?

   To put it nicely, it is nothing more than running to seek peace in private, throwing Black Rook Castle to the enemy, and changing his life.

   "What a shameful thought, you guys! What about your loyalty? The Great Magister's earnest expectations for you have resulted in such a result? I really feel ashamed for you!

   Is this the courage of our Shaldorei for ten thousand years? "

   The high-ranking advisor swept the few people in front of him with a stern look, and he scolded them, causing them to bow their heads in shame.

   But the next second, Fandos sighed again, changed the subject, and said helplessly:

   "But what you can think of, why can't I think of it? I sent a messenger three days ago and brought me a handwritten letter to the lich.

   Black Rook Keep can be given to them.

   Our cause here has failed anyway, and this city means nothing to us.

  As the commander, I really can't bear to see my soldiers die because of some stubborn and stupid persistence. Each of you is a precious subject of the Great Magister.

  The life of every Nightborn is extremely important! "

   Advisor's words made several of his commanders look ecstatic.

   As expected of you, Lord Fandos, you have easily done what we could not do.

  We only thought of making peace when we couldn’t stand it any longer, but you made a judgment early on, and you deserve to be someone who can mix into the status of the Great Magister’s favorite.

   This brain turns fast.

   They all showed their expectant eyes, looking at Lord Fandos, expecting the latter to give them a surprise.

   But the senior advisor shook his head and said:

   "The arrogant lich didn't care about ending the hostilities decently, after all, she was also a noble Highborne arcanist, and served Queen Azshara together with Lord Elisande.

   But she made a terrible request"

   Fandos stopped, waved his hand and threw a silent magic, blocking all sound transmission, and then whispered to his subordinates:

   "She wants us to hand over Tarongol and send it to her as prisoners of war. Without this, the negotiations cannot begin."

   "Then send it over there!"

The    male arcanist commander immediately replied:

   "What's the use of keeping that trash? Previous battles have proved that his so-called 'death knight' is no match for the death knight awakened by the lich.

   That scene made me feel ashamed just thinking about it.

   Two hundred 'death knights' were scattered by fifty people, and were defeated within five minutes. "

   "That's right, he doesn't deserve the favor of the Great Magister at all!"

  The female magic swordsman commander also said indignantly:

"Obviously, the cunning Tarongol deceived Lady Elisande, and he has no knowledge of driving the dead. Besides, although he has an elven body, he is only a rough and lowly green skin inside. That's it.

   He is not our own at all.

  We don't need to waste the precious lives of our warriors because of him.

   Your Excellency Advisor, not as good as us.”

   "Shhh!"

  High-level advisor Fandos raised his finger and made a silent gesture, he said:

   "I can understand your thoughts, and I have been shaken, but now is not the time to make a rash decision, you have to consider that the evacuation order from the Great Magister has not been sent to us.

   Suramar's reinforcements may be on their way, be patient, my compatriots.

  Talongor can't grow wings and fly again. If it persists for a few more days, if things go wrong, it's not too late for us to make a decision. "

   Several commanders nodded.

   After they learned that Fandos had an idea with them, their hearts settled down, and they no longer entangled, and left the study ten thousand years ago to appease their respective subordinates.

   After the commanders left, Fandos sighed and leaned back in his chair.

   He rubbed his forehead with some headache. Obviously, the situation was not as stable as he said lightly.

   "Your reinforcements can't come, Lord Black is here, and you can't match the terrifying evil wisdom. Surrender, Fandos, there's no need to hang on that tree in Elisande."

   A hoarse and charming voice sounded in Lord Ravencrest's study.

   With the rhythm of the shadow, Aluriel, the blood mistress in a long red dress, walked out of the shadow of Fandos.

   She stretched out her hand like a lover, gently hugged the silent high-ranking advisor from behind, her fingers with blood-red nails circled the high-ranking mage's chest, making a slightly harsh sound.

   She said in Fandos' ear:

   "You obviously have a better choice, and I have shown you that power, so why hesitate? Serving Elisande for 10,000 years will not free you from the constraints of identity and class.

  Surama has long been a backwater.

   But Sarain's career is just beginning, and I desperately need a good spellcaster like you to advance this cause with me.

   We will have a kingdom in the shadow of Suramar.

  I am not as mean as Elisande, I can share power with you. "

   "You want me to degenerate into a blood-eating monster, always give me enough time to think about it, my monster friend."

   The high-ranking advisor pushed Aluriel away.

He says:

   "I'll give you an answer in three days. After all, surrendering to pirates is the truth."

   "Hey, an idiot who doesn't know anything about power always thinks about bargaining."

   Aluriel suddenly became serious, her **** eyes blinked, she adjusted her long skirt with an extremely dignified posture, and closed her turtleneck coat.

   She took out an exquisite pocket watch and said to Fandos:

   "Tick tock, time is passing.

   It is kind to me, but harsh to you, and at dawn three days later, you will either be one of us or our food.

  A friendly reminder, Mr. Fandos, two of the four people you spy with just now have pledged allegiance to me, and one will receive blood embrace tonight.

   Can you guess who the idiot who was loyal to you in the end? "

   After finishing speaking, Aluriel's body turned into a group of red-eyed vampire bats, flapping their wings and flying out of the window.

   Only the stunned Fandos was left stunned in the study.

   On the other side, in the dark underground hall of Black Rook Castle, Tarongol was also "trying to save himself".

   He locked himself in the hall of a catacomb, and was directing the "Death Knights" under his command, stacking many bones together.

   Today's Lord Gorefiend already has an elegant elf body, a body that Elisander's political adviser, Lord Lilith Moonshire, chose for him from the death row.

   But Tarongol didn't take it as a courtesy.

   A well-informed guy like him knows very well that this is just the knowledge the great magus covets in his mind, that arrogant woman wants to master the power of death.

   Originally, Gorefiend felt that with his knowledge, he would definitely be able to get ahead in Suramar.

   He has always been very confident in his ability to speculate, but the problem is that he was beaten by Dean Blue Moon and the orthodox death knight as soon as he arrived at Black Rook Castle.

   directly made the Gorefiend foolish.

   He realized that his proud knowledge of death was outdated, and the times had quietly eliminated this arrogant and hypocritical old orc.

   His value is rapidly decreasing.

  The Gorefiend knows very well that the hearts of Black Rook Castle are floating, and if it goes on like this, for at most three days, the elves in Black Rook Castle will sell themselves to that terrifying lich.

   But he also acted early.

   Before Fandos' letter of reconciliation was sent out, the Gorefiend sent a flattering letter of surrender to Dean Blue Moon, expressing his willingness to act as an internal response for the powerful lich.

   Compared to the fact that he was sold by the elves, the Gorefiend sold the children of the night without any psychological pressure.

   But the scary problem is

   The letter he sent was actually set on fire by the lich in front of the messenger!

  The lich also claimed that she could give the elves a way out, but the only thing Gorefiend could learn from her was an unforgettable lesson.

   also said that this is a warning from death.

   "When the **** did I mess with her? Did I do anything terribly wrong to her?"

   In the dark basement of Black Rook Keep, Tarongol thought hard, but he couldn't think of an answer. He still can't understand why the enemy is so angry, why do they have to target him?

   That lich is a lunatic!

  The two have never met before, so how can you talk about such an endless hatred?

   However, Tarongol was never one to bow to cruel fate, and he knew that he might not be able to leave Black Rook Hold safely, so he decided to take the plunge.

   He looked at the large pile of bones in front of him, and planned to cast a spell to create a terrifying monster as a weapon when he was desperate.

   Before starting to cast the spell, he turned his head to a female "Death Knight" beside him and said:

   "Be optimistic about the sarcophagus of Kutalos Ravencrest, that thing is our 'life talisman' and must not be robbed by shameless elves."

   "As you order, my lord."

   The female spirit soul of the Naravenkes family replied respectfully.

   But when she left the basement, the moment she looked back at the Gorefiend, there was hatred in those dim eyes. The sad **** really thought he could harness the wrath of the Ravencrest family.

  Tsk, this creature called Orc.

   is ridiculous.

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   A Druid camp far away from Black Rook Castle, in the mountains near the Corrupted Tree Saradasil, from here you can see the ancient spire of the Moon Temple.

   That was the first moon temple in the Kaldorei realm, and it existed long before the War of the Ancients.

  The Tears of Elune, one of the pillars of creation, is enshrined there, and it is the holy place of the entire night elf world.

  Blake moved his body and was considering whether to take this opportunity to take a walk in the Temple of the Moon to observe and play with the Tears of Elune whose function was unknown.

   He felt that he was a little too inflated after becoming a legend, and he never dared to think about going to such a place before.

  Blake, Blake, you can't float like this, it'd be a shame if the boat capsized in the gutter.

   Just as the pirates were doing their "self-examination", a black storm crow quietly flew out of the jungle behind him and turned into an old Druid with a staff using polymorphism when approaching the pirates.

   is still an acquaintance.

   His Excellency Shaun Moonpaw coughed, causing the pirate to turn his head.

   Black in Luna armor glanced at him and said:

   "Ursoc should tell you about the situation, have you brought the documents? No documents, help me block Suramar's reinforcements, so that the children of the night don't want to enter Val'sharah.

   I will tell you the vital news.

  You see, it’s not a loss to change one for one, right? "

  Ps:

   Start the New Year's update program tomorrow! !

   (end of this chapter)