Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 69 68. The beginning of the hunt

   A few days later, in the morning light of Hillsbrad Hills, Blake, who was squatting by the spring, took off his face covering and looked at his face in the water.

  Legendary Priest heals extremely well.

   Now that the facial burn has healed obviously, and the influence of the dragon fire infection has been removed, Blake has "gained weight" a lot during this period of time.

   already has the body shape that a normal person should have, but because the "training course" that Garona arranged for him was too intensive and laborious, he didn't grow a few taels of flesh.

   But in general.

  As the hair grows back, he can already see a trace of Prince Drake Proudmoore, which makes Blake happy.

   After all, no one likes to be an ugly monster. It is estimated that he can't go back to his former hometown. It is not unacceptable to be able to live a life as a handsome guy in this new world.

   In the past few days, there is also good news that

   "Grglrgl! Lrgl...grgrmrmlgr!"

   Familiar and full of air, quack screeching, accompanied by the turbulent water surface, appeared in front of Blake.

   The little murloc Pemberba, who had been in a coma for nearly half a month, finally woke up the day before yesterday.

On the night of Blake's "slaying the dragon", it was drenched by the scorching dragon's blood and accidentally drank some blood. The injury was so serious that Blake once thought that he would lose this and accompany him all the way to the present. the little idiot.

   But Sefir told him not to worry too much.

   Murlocs are a mess even though they are weak.

   However, they are more adaptable to external energy than humans or orcs, which can be seen from the murloc settlements scattered across various terrains of Azeroth.

   Murlocs, this magical race, probably added all their talent points to the survival of the fittest.

   In short, just as the bronze young dragon said, Pemberpa finally survived, and after bathing in dragon blood, it seems to have gained new powers.

   All the scales on its body fell off and grew again. The new scales are more delicate and smooth, and they don't have the sticky feeling before, and they can even reflect light in the sun.

   And because of the power of time in the blood of the bronze dragon, the little murlocs were ripened from childhood to adulthood.

   This can be seen from the several flag-like fins that have grown completely behind its back, and the fish scorpion that opens and closes as it breathes at the back of its neck.

   This guy seems to be able to spew some corrosive slime to hurt the enemy.

   Intelligence seems to have grown a bit too.

   But other than that, it's still a mess.

   But as a pet, it is very good.

  “呱呱”

  The little fishman had had enough water, jumped up from the water, rushed into Blake's arms, turned his head to get tired of it, and stood up with the assassin, its big cute eyes looked left and right.

   After a few seconds, it stretched out its claws and pointed at the sky, croaking.

Blake turned his head and saw a black crow, flapping its wings and falling from the sky, this smart but not very good looking bird, flew around Blake a few times, and finally landed on the tree trunk beside him .

  It has a letterbox tied to its paws with the Ravenholdt logo on it.

   This specially bred crow is the short-range messenger of the Assassin League, and the crow, or raven, is another symbol of the Ravenhold Assassins who walk in the shadows.

  Blake's hand shook lightly, and he used his proficient stealing skills. He took the letter from the mailbox when the crow staring at the rusher didn't react at all.

   unfolded in his hand for a moment, and saw a familiar font.

   is a letter from Mathias Shore.

   There are not many words, and the content reveals a sense of solemnity. Ravenholdt has discovered the king of Alterac Kingdom, the coward Aiden Perenold surrendered to the orcs, and opened the Horde to the Horde. The bad news of Alterac Pass.

   These Assassins, like the top leaders of the Alliance, did not expect that the Kingdom of Alterac would make such a crazy move in order to protect themselves at this moment.

   They didn't react at all.

   Marshal Lothar didn't react.

The    Alliance army is divided into two groups at this time, one way is on the hilly battlefield to carry out a big counterattack operation, suppressing the Thunder King clan, and the other way is in the distant Quel'Thalas, helping the high elves fight against the Amani trolls and the orc coalition.

  General Turalyon had his line of defense in place in the Hinterlands as planned.

   But no one expected Orgrim Doomhammer to return from the Hinterlands at all.

   With the help of the excellent terrain of the Alterac Mountains, several clans among the orcs who are most capable of fighting, with the Blackrock clan as the vanguard, have broken through to the Tirisfal region.

   That is the core ruling area of ​​Lordaeron, the powerful alliance power!

   It is no exaggeration to say that it is the heart of human civilization, but now, the brutal tribal pioneer has stabbed into the heart of the alliance like a scorching sharp knife.

   By the time Shaw sent this letter, the Blackrock Orcs under Orgrim had already begun the siege of Lordaeron. In the letter, Shaw did not conceal the danger of the situation.

   It is said that even the king of Lordaeron, Terenas II, was already wearing battle armor and brought his guards up the city wall!

   And the purpose of this letter from Shore is very simple.

   In the name of Ravenholdt, he told Black that no matter what he was doing now, he immediately put down what he was doing and returned to the Tirisfal area as quickly as possible.

   The now precarious Lordaeron City and the drastic Armageddon situation urgently need the power of the Orc Killer!

   Ravenholdt must have sent more than one letter like this, and Blake thought with his heels to know that now the high-level members of the Assassin League are definitely like ants on a hot pot.

  They must have sent letters for help to all the forces they could reach.

  Although the League of Assassins is a killer force independent of the politics of various countries, the leader of Ravenholdt clearly placed his position in the face of right and wrong.

   No matter how beautiful and powerful the Assassin League was in the past, it always grew up with the shadow of human civilization.

  Ravenhold cannot exist independently of human civilization.

  So now, the assassins appeared on the battlefield, together with the heroic Union soldiers, fighting for the great battle of human civilization.

   "I understand the truth, and I can understand the situation."

  Blake looked at the letter in his hand, he could feel Shore's urgency and need between the lines, but he shook his head, rubbed the letter between his fingers, and threw it into pieces.

   He watched the debris fall on the water in front of him, and then stretched out his hand to tighten his face covering and long hood, taking a step back, sneaking into the shadows.

   The fluctuations it emits when it retreats into the shadows are more than several times gentler than the previous rough action of "entering the water".

  Obviously, the special training of the legendary assassin during this period has achieved remarkable results.

   "Shore, my friend, I really want to help you, but I can't. What I have to do is as important as what you have to do. You may not understand it now, and you may complain.

   But it doesn't matter, you will understand my troubles later. "

  Blake stood by the river, muttered something to himself, then threw out the hook lock and quickly walked through the woods behind, returning to his resting place two minutes later.

   He landed in this hidden cave and said to the floating darkness inside:

   "Orgrim has arrived in Lordaeron, and Gul'dan's Shadow Council must have already acted. Get ready, ma'am, this mortal hunt is about to begin."

   "I can go any time, my blade has been silent for too long, it is eager to inflict pain and torment."

   Garona's hoarse voice came from the cave.

   She said with a look of scrutiny in her tone:

   "But what about you? Blake Shaw, are you sure you're ready?"

   Faced with this question, Blake did not answer.

   He just touched his forehead with his hand, like some kind of weird prayer. With the translucent character card appearing in front of him, Blake moved his fingers and said:

   "I've done my best to be perfect, and now I'm the best I can be, and if dying like this isn't enough for victory, I can only say.

   Fate is so.

  Let's go, lady. Tonight I will summon the keel ghost ship of the Underworld, my 'colleagues', to take us to hide in the waves of the endless sea.

   Gul'dan and his **** won't find us until we come out of the shadows and rob him of all his desires. "

"Um."

  Garona's figure emerged from the edge of the dark shadow. She also "appeared" for this battle, wearing the standard uniform of the Shadow Council orc assassin.

   Dark-colored leather armor, dark face coverings, not an inch of skin on the whole body, only two bizarre recurve daggers around the waist, like swallowing shadows.

"Lady first."

  Black made a "please" gesture, Garona went forward with a blank face, and the pirates followed behind her, and the countdown to the hunt had begun.

   He has already served the Alliance.

   He has done his duty as a member of the Proudmoore family, and now it is time for him to take the first step in his new life.

   Before the hunt began, he had polished himself to the best condition he could have, like a sharp forged blade hidden behind a scabbard.

   Just wait for it to unsheath quietly, drink blood and return.

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  In the night of the hills, near the river of Nanhai Town, as the giant creature flapped its wings and landed, a group of Shadow Council warlocks headed by Gul'dan finally returned to the hills after thousands of miles.

  The chief of the Dragonmaw clan, Zuluhed, sent a red dragon to "see off" them. That guy, who was evaluated by Orgrim as the chief of the two ends of the snake and rat, did not have the courage to fight against Gul'dan after all.

   But it is impossible for a red dragon to carry the two clans under Gul'dan all the way.

  The diehards of the Shadow Council, the Stormreaver clan and the Twilight's Hammer clan, are returning to the hills at the fastest speed through the battlefields of the Hinterlands.

   Thanks to the siege of Orgrim Doomhammer in the Tirisfal region, the human legion of the Hinterlands has been evacuated, and the Wildhammer dwarves alone cannot stop the two clans' full access.

   Nearly 3,000 elites from those two clans would take about three days to reach Nanhai Town and join Guldan and his party.

   "Where's the Gorefiend?"

   Gul'dan hunched his body and leaned on an ordinary bone cane. He injured his leg when he was young, so he kept limping when he walked.

   Coupled with the generally hunched posture of the orcs, from behind, the elderly Gul'dan is really not a threat at all.

   But everything can’t just look at appearances.

  The Great Warlock stood by the river in the dark night. He looked left and right, but did not find another disciple of his, one of the top leaders of the Shadow Council, Talon Gorefiend.

   That guy should be here to meet them.

   "Go find it!"

  The Great Warlock waved his hand and gave an order in a casual tone.

   The Shadow Council chops around him immediately summoned a demon hound covered in scales, with ferocious looks, no eyes, and only weird tentacles, to search for the traces of those who were supposed to meet them.

   Soon, a warlock came back with an animal hide letter, and he handed it to Gul'dan, who took a look at it and sneered.

   "Hehe, Tarongol is worthy of being my most proud disciple. He took the cunning study I taught him to the bone, and at this moment, he is still thinking about making two bets."

   "Honor Gul'dan, the Gorefiend betrayed us, and he took the death knight to support Orgrim's war! He should have answered us!"

   Another Warlock cursed fiercely.

   But Gul'dan glanced at him and immediately shut his mouth.

   "It's okay, a qualified warlock should be as cunning as he is, never pinning his hopes on the promises of others."

   Gul'dan ignited a fel fire at random, burning the animal hide letter to nothing.

   He looked at Nanhai Town in the dark and said with little interest:

   "One more of him, one less of him, it doesn't matter.

  Go to Southsea Town and collect the ships we need, the strongest ones.

   Bring enough supplies.

   When the clan elites arrive, we will go to sea immediately! There is no delay. If we are targeted by the human admiral, our journey will be too much trouble.

   Curse those **** Kul Tirans! "

   (end of this chapter)