Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 322 31. Things you can never avoid in Suramar City——[3640]

(Additional update for Prisoner Brothers on the Throne [11/15])

The pirate's brazen speech plunged the Waning Moon Tavern into a dead silence.

The old elf Venser has lived for thousands of years and has never seen such a shameless and shameless guy. Even if it is to persuade someone to surrender, it is not so straightforward.

As soon as he showed up, he said he would be the leader of Suramar's "rebels."

Hey, brother, I don’t even know your name! Do you think it’s appropriate for you to say this now?

Of course it is very appropriate!

At least that's what the pirates think.

He has good reasons for his point of view.

The most important one is that in the game, he has completed all eleven chapters of the epic quest chain "Suramar Uprising"!

Successfully helped the rebels overthrow the rule of Grand Magister Elisande over Suramar, and helped the Nightborne find their own position and allies in Azeroth.

From this point of view, is there anyone in the world who knows how to start an uprising in Suramar City better than Black?

there is none left!

not a single one!

Even from the perspective of a bystander, he is indeed the leader that this group of "rebels" who are currently in crisis need most. Of course, the current situation is different from the situation more than twenty years later when Blake played the game.

Now Grand Magister Elisande has not colluded with the Burning Legion.

The foundation of her rule in Suramar City is still solid. There are just signs of resistance among the people, but it is not enough to fast forward to the level of the "Great Revolution".

But how to say it.

Black doesn't necessarily want to help the rebels overthrow Elisande.

The most direct and main purpose of his trip was to deceive, no, to persuade these resisters to join his camp, become his subordinates, and serve his cause of conquering the sea.

He came with a purpose.

It's like he taught Red how to be a warchief.

When drawing a pie like this right now, you must draw a circle that is big enough to fool the group of children of the night who have been trapped in Suramar for ten thousand years and know nothing about the development of the outside world.

"With all due respect, Your Excellency."

It took the old elf Venser a full three minutes to recover from Black's shameless speech. Although the old elf was kind and a little timid, he was not a stupid person.

Faced with Blake's request, he immediately refused:

“While I don’t feel comfortable calling my friends and I ‘rebels,’ as you said, they trust me and see me as their leader, and that responsibility makes me feel responsible for them.

I can't just trust an outsider for no reason.

So, your suggestion, I can't"

"Don't refuse in a hurry."

Blake laughed, took a sip of wine and said:

"You haven't heard the terms I've offered, so are you going to reject it? Is this the attitude a businessman should have? Mr. Venser, no wonder your tavern is in such a dilapidated state.

At least listen to what I can bring to you before making a decision, okay? "

"That makes no sense, Your Excellency."

Venser shook his head, and the old elf pointed at the sky and said:

"As you can see, Suramar City is in a special situation. Any interference from outsiders will cause the Dark Night Fortress to activate the city's magic barrier. You may be very powerful outside, you may be a powerful figure, you may have the ability to kill thousands of people the power of.

But with all due respect, the honor and power of the outside world are meaningless in Suramar City.

Unless you are powerful enough to defeat the Archmage and her loyal legions, your power cannot even affect the plants and trees of Suramar.

On the other hand, if you were already strong enough to rival Ms. Elisande, you would not come here to talk to me about these things at this time, taking advantage of the chaos in the city.

So there is no need to say more, Your Excellency.

I thank you for helping my friends Verenni and little Connie. I can also find a way to send you out of the city, but this nonsense suggestion is still"

"The City Guards are investigating you, right?"

Black interrupted Venser's words. He ritually took out a piece of parchment with white feathers from his magic bag, placed it in front of the tavern owner, and said:

"I know that I have to win your trust before discussing the fate of the small group of rebels in depth. But I really don't have much time, and I have even less left for you.

So, let’s talk in a more direct way.

Who is conducting the investigation into you?

Or let me put it more bluntly.”

The pirate blinked and said to Venser:

"All the troubles in the world are caused by people. If those people are solved, the troubles will naturally cease to exist. So, whose head do I have to take to end this investigation?

Don't tell me Elisande, you guessed it right, I can't beat her.

Far from being her match.

But I can still do it in exchange for trust with a few heads in the city.

Write down their names and issue a reward for the 'Uncrowned One'. Venser, I will complete your assassination commission and then disappear into the shadow of Suramar City.

When I show up next time, you have to talk to me about the issues I want to talk about!

Next time, I hope to see all the important members of your group. "

The old elf hesitated.

He didn't know whether he should trust the outsider disguised as magic before him, but the rescue of Veleny finally gave the good old man Venser a glimmer of goodwill in his heart.

He looked at the parchment and quill in front of him, whose styles were incompatible with those of the Nightborne elves. He hesitated for a moment, reached out and picked up the quill, and wrote several names and specific addresses on the parchment.

"You can take the opportunity to write down the names of the guys you don't like and those you hate."

Blake said quietly:

"Anyway, one is killing and two are slaughtering. I don't care how many times I swing the knife."

Hearing this, the old elf raised his head suddenly and looked at Black with strange eyes. After a few seconds, he whispered;

"Is this really okay?"

"You really plan to do it!"

The pirate looked Venser up and down with a strange expression and said:

"I didn't expect that you, a cowardly leader, would be so decisive when it's time to be cruel. Maybe I should re-examine you, Lord Venser."

"No, no, this is not a personal grudge!"

Venser hurriedly waved his hand and explained:

"It's everyone's business.

Vereny should have told you that the Strice family in the wealthy area, a family composed of thieves, gangsters and robbers, has been trying to monopolize the magic wine smuggling network in the city.

They are deliberately using the power of the city guards to attack us. Although the brotherhoods in the city are tenacious, their financial resources, weapons, and numbers are far less than the thugs armed by these hateful rich people.

I suspect that this investigation against us was initiated by them.

if"

"understood."

The pirate snapped his fingers, pushed the magic lamp aside on the bar, let the light shine, and said:

"Write down the names, their family heads, important members of the family, etc. It's best to indicate the location."

"It's better not to."

Fanser hesitated and said:

"The guards in the rich area are all elite magic swordsmen and arcane masters from the Dark Night Fortress. It's not that I don't believe in your power, Your Excellency, but there is no need for you to take risks for us.

You saved Vereni and Connie, and those children, and we already owe you a favor. "

"Why are you worried about this?"

Blake stood up, moved his arms, and said:

"I am a master assassin, Lord Venser. You may not understand the meaning of this identity, and you don't need to understand it. But if I die in a bounty mission, it only means that my skills are not good.

No one is to blame.

That's my rule. "

Fanser was stunned for a moment, and then he asked:

"Master Assassin? Like the legendary Watcher?"

"Roughly the same."

The pirate tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded. Although he didn't think that a master assassin could be compared with the elves' watchers, but...

Cultural differences, that's what they are.

A few minutes later, Venser wrote the last name on the parchment. Blake took the parchment, raised his left hand, turned the sapphire seal on his finger, and printed his own name on the paper.

He stretched out his hand, pulled out the white feathers dotted on the parchment, put it in his hand and stroked it gently.

Said to the old elf in front of him:

"Then, the employment contract is established, Lord Venser. I will help you get rid of these troubles, and when I show up next time, I will get my reward."

"Buzz"

The white feather fell from Black's hand, spinning and falling on the bar in front of Venser's eyes.

The old elf rubbed his eyes fiercely, but there was nothing in front of him. It was as if Black had never existed at all. He was the only one left in the entire tavern.

It seemed like everything that just happened was an illusion.

Only the white feathers on the bar in front of him reminded him that everything just now was true.

Only then did Fanser realize what he had done!

Shaking his hands, he picked up the white feather on the bar, quietly hid it in the deepest part of the bar, and covered it with two bottles of wine. The old elf poured himself a glass of magic wine, intending to relax his mind.

As a result, the next moment, the gondola boat girl who had "led the way" for Blake rushed into the tavern and shouted to Venser angrily:

"You're still opening the door at this time! Those useless city defense troops can't stop the withered ones at all. The elite magic swordsmen of the Dark Night Fortress have arrived in the city. Close the door quickly.

Huh? Why do you look so bad? It was like seeing a ghost.

Did the city defense army investigate? "

——

To be honest, when it comes to living conditions, Suramar City is definitely the most comfortable place in Azeroth.

But that's just the living conditions. As long as you understand this ten thousand year city a little deeper, this city will become unattractive to outsiders.

What looks like a gorgeous coat hides a decaying body covered in lice.

It's not just the poor people of the Night who are waiting to die on the street outside the Waning Moon Tavern.

The pirate knows very well that there are still some sick things in this city. Anyway, according to his standards, Suramar City has long been corrupted to the point of hopelessness.

Of course, saving the elven city has never been a problem for pirates.

He's not even an elf

I just followed along and expressed my feelings.

"puff"

Blood spurted out from the neck of City Guard Patrol Captain Jado, staining the wall in front of him with rolling blood, as if it had been renovated.

This powerful magic swordsman captain didn't even have time to draw out his magic wing blade. No, he didn't realize that he would be assassinated.

His life was taken away from his home less than fifty meters away from the city guard headquarters.

The magic lamp on the top of the room was extinguished by the impact of magic. In the darkness, Blake squatted down and wiped the blood from the dragon's claw hidden sword on Captain Yugado's robe.

Then he crossed out his name on the parchment in his hand.

Four had been crossed out on the parchment.

Now this is the fifth one.

With the riot caused by the Wither's attack on the city, the night provided a perfect camouflage, and Black felt like he was in a deserted area in the civilian area of ​​Yongyue.

The journey was like going shopping, five assassinations were completed in a row within twenty minutes.

All killed in one hit!

This was because he was following the direction in his memory. He almost lost his way in the real city and wasted some time.

Elves are no more difficult to deal with than humans, orcs, or trolls.

Ten thousand years is not enough time for all the Nightborne of Suramar to become legends. Even because of the long-term peace, these originally fierce and vigilant guards will always react a little slower when they are attacked.

"Yo, this is a real drunkard."

The pirate turned back and glanced at the wine cabinet that Captain Gadot had placed in the bedroom. He rummaged around and found that the magic bag specially used to hold wine was filled to the brim with all kinds of elven wine.

Most of them are magic drinks, but there are also some non-magic drinks.

After completing the so-called thief's search, the pirate patted his packed luggage and threw Gadot's magic wing blade and his collection of magic weapons into the luggage.

Finally, he took out a white feather from his sleeve and rubbed it in his hand.

Just throwing it away casually, it landed on the forehead of the city defense captain's eyes that were staring blankly.

It was quickly soaked in blood.

The pirate hummed a song and, using the magical disguise of the Deceit Orb, strolled towards the rich area which was not far away.

Complete the assassination of three important members of the Stryce family there and the bounty will come to a successful conclusion.

And the moment he stepped into the rich area from the dark night, a scolding almost caused the pirate's heart to stop.

"This is an illusion!"

A voice shouted sharply:

"What are you hiding!"