Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blake had a good night's sleep.

Although the time was quite short, the carriage stopped on an inconspicuous street in the outer city of Steinblad. After the carriage stabilized, Blake jumped out and pulled his face covering. .

In front of him was a group of heavily armed knights.

Their war horses were placed on the periphery, each tall and wearing a full-face helmet, and a blue military cloak wrapped around the body.

They carry huge two-handed swords on their backs, or long halberds that are more suitable for horse fighting. They look well-trained and full of power.

"Warrior, please come with us."

A knight who seemed to have some identity, probably in his thirties, stepped forward and made a "please" gesture to Blake, and other knights lifted Nathanos down on the stretcher.

Black resisted the thought of throwing an investigation to the knight captain in front of him.

After all, the muscular man in front of him is not easy to mess with at first glance, and in the current formation, few people with brains can guess that there must be a big shot staying here.

Good guy.

It's not just the street in front of you.

The entire small town may have been under martial law by soldiers, and when Blake got out of the car, he felt the vibration of shadows in the dark night around him.

There are many “peers” lurking in the shadows.

By moving his body, the pirate glanced covertly higher up. Around this inconspicuous hotel, there were soldiers with muskets standing guard on the commanding heights.

He also saw several slender figures that resembled high elf rangers.

This defense strength

It's a bit scary.

The knight with the rank of colonel took Black into the hotel.

Around a dozen tables on the first floor of the hotel were resting heavily armored knights, and before they stepped onto the stairs to the second floor, there was a bald old knight, expressionlessly extending his hand towards Blake.

"Hand over your weapons."

He said businesslikely.

The knight colonel who led the way obediently took off his heavy sword and put it aside. Then he took out the knight's sword from his waist, handed it to his companion, and then looked at Black.

The pirate shrugged.

He handed over the blade fist, then the one-handed dagger of the Thrash Blade, took out the dwarf musket from his arms, and took off the ammunition pouch from his waist. This was not over yet.

He took off three small daggers used as throwing knives from his belt, then bent down, pulled out two daggers from his trouser boots, and finally drew them lightly behind his collar.

Two long needle-like weapons were also taken out.

"Take out what's in your sleeves."

The bald old knight looked at Black expressionlessly, and like the Rag King, he took out weapons from various places, and added a sentence at the end, which made the pirate curl his lips.

This is when you meet a master.

The bald knight in front of him must have a lot of experience in dealing with thieves.

Black took out the packet of glitter that Shore had given him before from his sleeve, threw it into the old knight's hand, patted his magic bag again, and said:

"There's a lot more in here, do you want to take them all out?"

"You are here, can you still open the magic bag?"

These words made the old knight raise his head, glance at Black, and say something in a faint tone. Only then did the pirate realize the problem, and he tried to take things out of his bag.

But he found that the magic power on the luggage was blocked. This was the first time he encountered this situation.

There must be a mage here!

"Okay, warrior, come with me."

When the knight colonel saw that the weapons had been taken away, he said softly, his attitude was quite gentle and not arrogant. Black nodded and pulled the face mask again.

He didn't take it seriously.

The current formation has made it clear that there is a very important person upstairs. Based on Ms. Pasonia's previous statement, it is not difficult to guess that Marshal Lothar should be upstairs.

Sir Anduin Lothar is the soul of the Alliance military side in this decisive battle between humans and orcs.

The commander-in-chief of the human coalition.

This Grand Marshal is the last blood descendant of Emperor Thoradin left in the world. It is a heritage of 2,800 years. He is also the regent of the Stormwind Kingdom in exile in the northern border.

Such a diverse and important identity does deserve such protection.

To be honest, Blake still has a little expectation in his heart at this moment. This is almost the highest status and most legendary person he has ever met since entering this world.

Is he really a bald old man from the Mediterranean, as recorded in the game background?

It’s really exciting.

Before reaching the second floor, Blake heard a burst of laughter and conversation as he approached the exit of the stairs. There were quite a lot of people, and he could tell that the loudest laughter among them belonged to Muradin Bronzebeard.

There is also a lower one, belonging to Ms. Pasonia.

"Why did you come here?"

When Blake walked up to the second floor, Shore, who had changed into aristocratic hunting attire, was already waiting for him there.

In the small room next to him, Halduron Brightwing, a ranger from a prominent family in Quel'Thalas, could be seen arranging his clothes in front of the mirror.

The ranger took off his chain armor and changed into a fiery red elven noble robe.

I'm combing my hair.

whispering sound.

He really deserves to be an elf.

Whenever possible, appearance and appearance should be put first. It is really an exaggerated style.

"They sent Maris to a nearby room for treatment, and I stayed there for a while."

Blake replied, and Shore nodded. Maris looked like this, and it was really not suitable to meet him now.

"Your clothes are not good enough."

Shore frowned and looked at Blake in front of him, who was still wearing assassin leather armor, a face mask and a long hood, and he said:

"There is a dress in the room, go and change it.

Marshal Lothar didn't care about how the warriors dressed. He was a very easy-going man who respected the warriors, but there was also a king himself, the Archmage Antonidas, who was also present.

As well as other representatives of the king, they have some

In short, this is what grandma means. He wants your debut to be more honorable. After all, you did do something heroic tonight. "

"Um?"

When Blake heard this, he immediately raised his head, glanced at the room, and asked in a whisper:

"The messenger from Kul Tiras is here too?"

"Well, His Majesty Dai Lin sent his most trusted knight, Lord Cyrus, to represent him. That Majesty is now commanding his fleet to pursue the orc ships in the northern waters."

Xiaoer also replied in a low voice:

"Marshal Lothar invited him, but he didn't come. We can all understand. Your Majesty Dai Lin, after all, just lost his son, he"

"I know, I survived that naval battle."

Blake took a step back.

He glanced at the meeting room in the center of the second floor, shook his head, and said to Shore:

"I apologize to Lady Pasonia for me, but tonight, I have to live up to her kindness before I can complete the sworn revenge for my companion, my prince.

I have no shame in meeting people from my hometown! "

"You don't have to!"

Xiao looked back and tried to dissuade him:

"You assassinated an orc legend tonight. No matter how harsh a person is, they have no right to accuse you of your original escape. I also know the situation of the naval battle of Khaz Modan.

I've seen the battle report.

That's not a tragedy you can reverse alone. "

"I don't want to go, and I can't go, Shore."

Blake sighed.

He raised his head and pulled away his face covering for the first time in front of Xiao Er. The severe burns on his face and the scalp that had just grown hair startled Xiao Er.

"This 'honor' will scare those big shots."

The pirate showed a regretful and terrifying smile, put on his long hood and face covering again, took a step back, spread his hands, and said jokingly:

"Go ahead, Shore. You go and represent the three of us, and I'll go check on Nathanos. I don't like this kind of banquet either. I'm a rude person.

You know.

Thank you for your grandmother's kindness for me, I appreciate it.

But as she taught, it is not good for an assassin to be too famous. "

After saying that, Blake turned around and walked down the stairs.

The knight colonel did not stop him.

He also saw Blake's terrifying face just now. He followed Blake, watching him silently take back his weapon and send him to the door of the hotel.

He looked at Blake and said softly:

"Before, my subordinates said that the three of you have done great things. I still didn't believe it. After all, you looked too young. But now, I believe it."

Colonel Knight smiled and said:

"I can't imagine what kind of disaster you have experienced, but after enduring such pain, not only were you not defeated, but you returned to the battlefield and challenged powerful enemies.

You are indeed an admirable warrior.

I apologize for my slight, warrior. "

The knight took off his gauntlet and stretched out his hand towards Blake.

He said very seriously:

"My name is Alfred Abidis, the adjutant of Duke Alexandros Mograine. It is my honor to fight alongside you in this war!"

"Abydis?"

A question appeared in Blake's mind.

But he didn't hesitate in his actions. He stretched out his hand and held the hand in front of him. He said:

"I am just a deserter, and you are the real heroes. I wish you good luck in the battle, colonel. Maybe you will be a general next time we meet.

But I have a question, has an outstanding knight like you not been absorbed into the Knights of the Silver Hand? "

"Your information is quite good."

Colonel Abedis laughed and said:

"The Paladins just appeared on the hilly battlefield a month ago, but you assassins already know the news of the establishment of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

My baptism is next month. If we are lucky enough to meet again, Orc Slayer, I will treat you to a drink next time as a paladin. "

"I look forward to it, Colonel, no, future General Abedis."

Blake responded with a smile, then waved his hand smartly, turned and walked towards the place where Maris rested, where he planned to sleep.

He would leave early tomorrow morning and go to Alterac. He had not forgotten that he still had a small errand to complete at Oriden Perenold's place.

In a sense.

This small job was the real starting point for his career as an assassin.

However, early the next morning, Blake received a piece of news that couldn't be said to be either bad or good.

In the early morning sunshine, he looked at a commendation order handed over by Shaw, which also had the autograph of Marshal Lothar and the seals of the Seven Kingdoms.

But along with the commendation order, there was also an invitation.

"What? Marshal Lothar invited me to the Royal City of Lordaeron?"

Blake looked at Shaw in front of him, who nodded.

explain:

"Not only are you invited, Maris, I, Captain Bright Wing, Master Farad and others are also invited. The assassination of Chief Burning Blade is important victory news.

The Marshal asked us to go to Lordaeron to inspire the courage of our compatriots, and this time you don't have to show your face, you just need to go there. "

Shore patted Blake on the shoulder and said:

"Don't say no.

The Marshal heard about you and specially arranged for you to meet Pope Fao. Although your burns are serious, a powerful priest like the Pope should be able to heal you. "

"But that's what I'm afraid of! After they know my identity, that bad old man Dai Lin will definitely kill me with his own hands.

It is impossible for House Proudmoore to tolerate the existence of a pirate prince with ties to Hades. "

The pirate groaned inwardly.

He was about to say no.

But suddenly he changed his mind, rolled his eyes, smiled again, and said:

"All right."

"Marshal's invitation, if I refuse again it will appear that I am too arrogant. I will go with you."