Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Stop! Don't move!"

"Put your hands up!"

As soon as the dusty Xiao Er walked out of the griffon pen in the Valley of the Kings, he heard two scoldings coming from behind him.

He turned back expressionlessly and looked at Black and Nathanos behind him. The ranger's style was relatively normal and he just shouted something jokingly.

The pirates are very weird.

He wore a weird metal hat on top of his head, with a small colorful radar on it that kept spinning in circles, and he also held a rather exaggerated-looking gadget in his hands.

Like a musket.

But the top is an iron coil wound around one circle, and there is an iron lump in the center as a transmitter. The coil is wrapped with a shocking blue current.

"I'm warning you, I don't know what kind of world-destroying thing I'm holding in my hand."

Black winked, raised the "gun" in his hand to Shore, and said:

"But those dwarfs call this thing the 'death ray'. Just by the name, you know it's very powerful, so don't act rashly, my bad friend Shore."

"How dare you use the dwarf's things?"

Xiao Er said quietly:

"And that thing on your head, is it a 'brainwashing cap'? I advise you to take it off quickly. As soon as the dwarf invented this thing, he handed it over to MI7 for experimentation.

That thing can indeed control the enemy's thinking and brainwash others.

But there is a one-third chance of losing control and turning you into a fool who can only drink soup, drool and giggle, and it will take at least a month to recover."

"Hey, it's boring."

The pirate curled his lips, reached out and took off the dwarf brainwashing cap on his head, threw it back into the magic bag, and held the sci-fi death ray gun in his hand.

He told Shore:

"Told your grandma my weaknesses? What did she say?"

"This is not the place for conversation."

Shore looked around and said:

"I'll see you tonight."

"No need."

Nathanos folded his arms and whistled. The ranger took out an exquisite blowgun from his waist and said:

"This Snake Dart is so useful. The few MI7 stalkers who have been following us are sleeping in the dwarves' sheepfold."

"So where are you from?"

Blake sat on the stone next to him, looked at Shore, and said:

"I would like to believe that you are on my side. After all, we are friends who have fought our lives together, but you and your grandma are family members and cannot be cut off.

Now your grandma has taken the initiative to give me the power of trial from Ravenholdt Manor, and even promised to teach me a lesson. This makes me feel very uncomfortable. "

"That's a question I have to ask you, Blake."

Shore looked at him.

Compared to a few months ago, this young man was still as handsome and calm as before, but his gloominess seemed to be deeper. He said to the pirate:

"What's going on between you and Garona?"

"She helped me and saved my life."

Black picked up the dwarf pipe, turned it around in his hand, glanced at Shore, and said:

"You, MI7, have been hunting Garona, and you should know a lot about her. You also know that Garona has been controlled by the Shadow Council and has done many bad things.

I'm not defending her.

She didn't need me to defend her. She didn't try to deny the blood on her hands, and she was happy to face these past mistakes once the war was over.

That is a matter between her and you. I will not interfere, and there is no need to interfere. No matter who dies in the end, I will send a bouquet of flowers to her or his tombstone.

I just worked with her to hunt down Gul'dan, and she helped me break my Hades curse.

she is my friend.

Just like you. "

Shore nodded.

His eyes dimmed and he said:

"So you would rather choose to be an enemy of MI7 for her? Would you rather confront a legendary assassin for her?"

This question made Nathanos open his mouth to speak, but Blake stopped him with his hand.

The pirate threw the death ray gun in his hand back into his bag. He took a few steps towards Shore. As he approached, with the sharp blade hissing, a poisoned dagger was pressed against his neck.

Xiao looked at him with cold eyes.

But Blake didn't care. He didn't seem to notice the knife on his neck at all. He stretched out his hand, put it on Xiao's shoulder, and said seriously:

"I would do the same for you, Mathias. I know that you value, as much as I do, this friendship that we forged when we were both weak.

I also know that you are not as stubborn as your grandma.

We are all assassins, people walking in the darkness, and we have all done things we didn’t want to do but had to do. That’s called a mission, or work.

Garona is just like us, she has a job she has to do.

You have a strong grandma who has trained you in a cold way since childhood and made you talented. Garona is even worse than you. She has only had a master who used her as a weapon since she was a child.

Raised by someone like Gul'dan

Every day is hell. "

"Are you pleading for her?"

Shore looked into Black's eyes and said:

"She killed our king! She brought shame to the entire MI7. With her in our day, we are all losers!"

"I'm not asking for mercy."

The pirate shrugged and looked into Shaw's eyes:

"I just want to tell you, Shore, don't take other people's mistakes and failures on yourself, and don't let those things define your life.

To put it bluntly, that is a matter between your grandma and Garona.

Ms. Pasonia feels that she is getting older, so she puts her hatred and regret on you. She is also escaping. She hopes that you will do what she cannot do. "

"Watch your words, Blake. You are talking about the only family I have."

Xiao retracted the dagger and said in a cold tone:

"You describe my grandma as a great evil person, but that doesn't change the fact that she is my blood relative."

"I just think you should have more freedom."

The pirate winked, laughed, put his arm around Shaw's shoulder, and said:

"You should be free to decide your life. You see, I have a ship now and I plan to do something on the sea. I am short of trustworthy people.

follow me.

Let's go across the sea. "

A weird smile appeared on Xiao Er's cold face. He glanced at Nathanos and asked with his eyes:

Did he invite you?

The ranger shrugged, returned the look and said:

I was invited, but I didn't agree.

"So, I refuse."

Xiao pushed the pirate away, stretched out his hands to straighten his collar and hair, and said in a gentle tone:

"I have a bright future. After you defeat my grandma, I will take over the entire MI7 and assist King Varian in rebuilding the Kingdom of Stormwind.

Maybe you can be given a title or something in the future, upper class, respectable person, you understand?

You want me to leave everything behind and become a pirate with you?

I'm afraid you're mentally disturbed.

Maybe that dwarf brainwashing cap just now affected your sanity, Black. "

"Hey, isn't it just a title? Isn't it easy for you to want this?"

Blake curled his lips in disdain, coughed slightly, raised his left hand like a sword, tapped Xiao's left and right shoulders, and said in a long voice:

"Then, as the crown prince and future king of Kul Tiras, I will give you the title of earl and a fief. I think Stormsong Valley is good.

As long as you help me overthrow the Stormsong family that rules there, I will seal it to you.

How about it?

Think about it, this is a real title, and the remuneration that the poor Kingdom of Stormwind can give you is much better. "

"Um?"

Shore is so smart.

Hearing the pirate's joking words, his eyes immediately became sharp.

He glanced over to Nathanos again.

The latter shrugged, indicating with his eyes that the crazy news was true.

Blake also took off his blindfold and hood, exposed his face to the sun, brushed back his messy long blond hair, and said to Shore:

"You haven't saluted His Highness yet? You rude assassin. Where is His Highness's ranger general? Catch this rude guy quickly! Let us find a place to have a drink."

"As you command, Your Highness."

Marris pretended to bend down and made a courtesy, then stepped forward and grabbed Xiao's shoulders and said:

"Let's go, don't make His Highness angry. He is very powerful now. We probably can't defeat him even if we join together."

"You really are."

Shaw was really surprised. He couldn't even maintain the expression of that cold handsome man. He was pushed forward by Nathanos and said to Black who put on his hood again:

"No wonder Ravenholdt couldn't find your body in the waters of Khaz Modan. It's not that the divers didn't work hard enough, it's that you weren't dead at all.

Good guy, you are addicted to playing dress-up games.

Could it be that when you were unwilling to face the Kul Tiras ambassador last time in Steinblade, you were afraid that he would find out? "

"No, with your mortal wisdom."

Blake glared at Shore and said:

"Things are more troublesome than you think. Do you think I was joking when I said I wanted to overthrow the Stormsong family? Don't be stupid. The situation I have to face is worse than what that young man Varian has to face. too much.

Let's go and have a drink.

Please help me sort out my thoughts. "

The trio of male gods found a place with a nice view behind the Valley of the Kings. While looking down at the large campsites in the valley and the scenery of the desolate land in the distance, they talked about things that they couldn't bring to the table.

"As for me, I will help you defeat your grandma this time and let her retire as soon as possible to take care of herself. You will take over MI7. While assisting Varian in running the country, you will also help me train some secret assassins.

I need them to break into Kul Tiras in advance and gather information for me. "

Blake drank wine and said to Shore next to him:

"I won't let you work in vain, I will give you money. Anyway, the Kingdom of Stormwind will need money when it is rebuilt. When the time comes, I will find some merchants to do business, and they will be Varian's little brother who supports me.

By the way, how long will it take for you to receive your grandma’s tissue? "

the pirate asked.

Shore did not answer immediately, but shook the bottle in front of him and whispered:

"It's already being done. I have placed my people in some key positions. Grandma has been obsessed with hunting orcs during this period, and she seems to be letting it go.

As long as you can defeat her, it will only take me a day or two to initially complete the sorting and reception of MI7. "

"Good guy!"

Black and Nathanos looked at each other, looking at Shore like he was a monster.

The ranger said in surprise:

"In other words, even without the Blake incident, you are already preparing for a rebellion? You have already formed your own small force. Are you trying to seize power?"

"It's not as scary as you say. My grandma knows all about it and she even encourages me to do it."

Xiao raised the wine bottle in his hand and took a sip into his mouth. He took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth and said:

"She has trained me with this idea since I was a child. She is a very old-school assassin who always feels that she represents the failures of the past. If I want to rise, I must first pass her level and prove to her that I am better than She is stronger and more in control.

I had to defeat her to step out of her shadow.

I actually don’t hate this kind of education, and I even appreciate this cruel logic of growth, as long as the target is not me. Unfortunately, I have been like this since I was a child.

It's like the kind of spring made by dwarfs, which has been pressed to the extreme since childhood.

But springs always pop open.

I'm not afraid of your jokes. I didn't dare to talk to women until I was eleven years old. I thought they were all monsters. Later I learned that actually only my grandma was a monster. "

Mathias Shore looked at the wine bottle in his hand.

He took the initiative to tell the other two about his past, then closed his eyes and sighed:

"Before I met you two, I had no friends.

Grandma thought that would be my shortcoming. She said that I couldn't have shortcomings, otherwise I would experience the same terrible failure as her.

I have known that there is a shadow in my heart since I was a child, and it changes every day. It is like a living thing, absorbing the darkness and pressure in my heart to grow.

There was a time when, after I had taken someone's life, I would stay next to the body and look at the bleeding blade.

I thought about stabbing it into my neck.

But it turned out that my grandma’s training in me was very effective and made me feel that actively chasing death was a kind of cowardice. I persisted and kept walking in the dark, following the direction she directed.

But I'm used to living that way.

It doesn’t mean that I like to live like that. "