Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Shore's explanation was somewhat of a cover-up.

But Blake didn't pursue these questions. He didn't have much contact with Ms. Pasonia, but he could basically guess the strong character of this old grandmother.

A stubborn dwarf with a noble status and a legendary warrior like Muradin couldn't be pleased to be around her.

Not to mention Shore.

Ms. Pasonia probably grew up taking care of her grandson in a special caring way.

She is an assassin.

It is said that before he was an assassin, he was an ill-fated thief.

She was imprisoned in Stormwind City Prison many times and was almost sent to the gallows. Later, Lieutenant Awell Youngden, one of the founders of MI7, rescued her from prison.

And gave her a new life.

Ms. Pasonia experienced hardships in life in her early years, and she knew very well how to protect herself. After Shore's parents died unexpectedly, she personally disciplined her grandson.

Teach him to protect himself in his own way.

But the problem is that the love from his grandmother seems a bit too strict, causing some changes in Shore's character.

Blake actually wanted to tell Shore.

He doesn't have to explain this.

But I saw Shore's complicated eyes and expression.

Blake knew that the reason why Shore wanted to explain was probably because he didn't want these vicious rumors to destroy the newly born friendship between him, Blake and Marris.

Of course, Blake, who knows the future well, also knows it.

Although Shore speaks confidently now, in the future, to be precise, nearly twenty years later, he will still break the taboo.

But this is a private matter.

Even as a friend, it seems not a normal thing to care about your friend's sexual orientation.

So after a while of embarrassment, the two of them ignored the topic in a tacit understanding.

They talked a lot.

Then say good night to each other.

Early the next morning, as if nothing had happened, three young men and an elf set out on the road to the city of Lordaeron, and arrived there five days later.

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Lordaeron, the crown of Northern Territory.

Standing in front of the city gate of Lordaeron, Black on horseback looked up at the city wall in front of him, which was at least thirty meters high and covered with soldiers and bearing the King of Lordaeron's flag, and let out a sigh.

This is not the first time he has come to Lordaeron.

In addition to visiting the ruins of this city many times during his gaming career, Prince Drake Proudmoore also visited this city several times in his memories.

Dai Lin took him here when he was a child.

The last time he came here was four months ago, when the Kul Tiras fleet responded to the alliance's call, and he and Dailin also came to this city together.

He also met Terenas II.

Likewise more than once.

Those memories are still fresh, and Blake doesn't even need to go into the city to know the planning and layout of this huge city, as well as several famous street bars.

Daelin Proudmoore was an unorthodox king. As a native of Kul Tiran, and almost one of the best sailors in the world, Daelin also had some of the navigator's bad habits.

For example, in his spare time, he would occasionally hang out in bars, drink various spirits, enjoy tobacco, etc.

We'll go directly to the palace.

Shaw, who was on the other horse, glanced back at the carriage behind him. Under the careful treatment of the royal priest, Nathanos was able to walk on crutches.

At this moment, the human ranger was looking out at the city of Lordaeron from the window of the carriage.

Although he was a citizen of the Kingdom of Lordaeron when he was born.

But judging from his appearance, it must be his first time in the royal city.

However, Maris is well-informed and has already seen Quel'Thalas, the magical city of high elves. It is estimated that the human city in front of him, which is essentially made of stone, cannot make him marvel.

Go directly to the palace?

Blake frowned and said:

It's not going to be another dinner party, right? Didn't we agree before that I don't have to show up? Or you can go ahead and I'll go directly to the cathedral, where Pope Fao should be.

No, the Pope is at court.

Shore looked at Blake, who was slightly anxious, and said:

You really don't have to show up, my friend, we will go there in a carriage, and you can also go directly to the palace church, where the Pope will heal your injuries.

This is Marshal Lothar's personal request.

The marshal said that our alliance needs warriors like you, and although he cannot soothe the pain in your heart of losing your comrades, he can at least use the power of the Holy Light to heal the pain in your body.

You don't ask for fame or title, and you are willing to remain anonymous. This is the best reward the marshal can give to a brave man like you.

All right.

Blake responded dryly and said no more.

The four of them did not enter the city, but waited in a small town outside the city. After Shore sent the signal, a large and low-key black carriage came to pick them up soon.

As the door opened, the pink-haired dwarf Kelsey Steelshine stood in the carriage, waving to her new friends and shouting in a sharp and happy voice unique to dwarfs:

Hey, why are you here? I've been waiting for you here for many days.

She was not wearing her very high-tech dwarf engineering goggles. She had a pair of big light green eyes that flickered, and she was wearing a small western skirt suitable for a dwarf's body type.

Just like a doll.

Well, to be honest.

If height is not considered, dwarfs are actually very in line with human aesthetics, and for some friends with special hobbies.

Gnomes are the best!

All the women in their clan will be legal lolita until they die.

However, dwarfs can also be considered a member of the immortal species.

Like dwarves, they can live for hundreds of years, so so far, Black has not heard of stories about the union of humans and dwarves.

This is a pity.

The human king held a grand banquet in his palace. The nobles in the city were all dressed in their best clothes and waiting at the palace gate.

As the carriage galloped, the little dwarf sitting on the large sofa introduced tonight's scene to several friends.

She waved her hands exaggeratedly and described the scene she saw in a tone unique to dwarfs.

The white-bearded mages of Dalaran came out of the portal. It was a very powerful scene. We dwarves also have mages, but our mages are not as tall as humans, so naturally no one pays attention to them.

Alas, what a pity.

There are also elves.

Kelsey looked at Halduron Brightwing who had put on the phoenix robe opposite her, she blinked and said:

An elf like Brightwing! Very tall, as tall as a tree. There seems to be a lady or something. She is a big shot. When I saw King Terenas, I said hello to her.

She was extremely beautiful, wearing a majestic armor and carrying a bow that was said to be a legendary weapon. All the men in the banquet hall were looking at her.

But she didn't look at them.

Arrogant like a swan, he only talks to his own people.

Her hair is also golden, so beautiful.

It should be Ms. Alleria.

Halduron nodded. He was holding a mirror in his hand and was fine-tuning the deflection of his hair. While adjusting, he introduced:

“He is the leader of our far traveler.

She is the eldest sister of Marris' mentor, Ms. Sylvanas, and the pride of the Windrunner family.

She was originally a strong contender to be the next Ranger General, but unfortunately, she has been revoked from the military because she insisted on supporting the war between humans and orcs.

But we follow her willingly.

Kelsey, are there any other elves at the party?

Mingyi asked, and the little dwarf clapped his hands and said sharply:

have!

There is also a prince or something who sits with the kings and is a real big shot. Mekkatorque, the great craftsman, told me that that prince is one of the most powerful mages in Dalaran and even Azeroth.

what do you say that is?

The names of your elves are so complicated.

Salas language has many wonderful retroflex sounds that even a dwarf like me can’t remember clearly.

Kael'thas. Prince Sunstrider.

Brightwing Ranger's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said the name with a sense of pride.

He said to the others in the carriage:

That is the only prince of the current Sun King, and he is also the person we are loyal to. He combines elegance, wisdom and strength, and is the most perfect successor to Quel'Thalas.

He is destined to become a great king in the future!

Ms. Alleria brought us to support the human kingdom, and she also received the support of the prince. Although the official did not say anything, Prince Kael'thas did obtain a lot of supplies for us.

This made Blake curl his lips, and the pirate sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed asked in a joking tone:

Then your prince is the same as you. Will he sprinkle perfume on himself? Mingyi.

Rude!

Brightwing Ranger snorted.

It seemed that he didn't intend to discuss etiquette with a rude assassin like Black, but in fact, Black knew the etiquette of human nobles quite well.

After all, Drake had been raised as an heir since he was a child, and Dai Lin even taught him a lot of high elf etiquette.

It's not like Blake didn't know this.

He just doesn't want to think about it or do it.

And now there is a need to disguise, but when necessary, he can indeed use the most standard seventeen different elf etiquettes to say hello to Mingyi.

As for why Dai Lin, a human king of an ocean kingdom, is proficient in the geographical level and the etiquette of high elves that are beyond the reach of eight poles.

Ahem, that's another story.

The carriage drove all the way into the palace in the center of Lordaeron's royal city. As the most powerful kingdom among the seven human kingdoms, the Lordaeron palace also very much met the standards of a powerful human nation.

It is very large and complex internally.

It has a beautiful and majestic appearance, and has a strong pragmatic style. It can be used as a war fortress when necessary.

There is a grand banquet tonight, and the palace is probably very lively, but Blake coming from the side door of the palace cannot be seen. He is led by the king's attendants and bypasses the banquet hall.

Go directly to the church located behind the palace gardens.

It is a private church used by members of the royal family. It is not open to the public on weekdays, but tonight it was given a special mission by Marshal Lothar.

There are knights in armor patrolling around the church. Judging from the scorching energy emanating from their bodies, these should be the alliance's secret weapons, the newly born paladins who fight in the name of holy light and faith.

Black did not throw scouts at these knights recklessly.

But he could basically guess that the Paladin class should also be regarded as a hidden profession. In the real world, the number of knights who can understand the power of the Holy Light is definitely not too many.

And it will be truly elite every time.

His identity was checked repeatedly, and all weapons were confiscated. Under the leadership of a paladin wearing a war helmet, the assassin walked into the church step by step.

What he wants to see now is the absolute spokesperson of the Holy Light's teachings in the human kingdom, a legendary priest who is not good at fighting, and the commander of the human kingdom at the level of faith.

In terms of pure status, the person he wanted to meet was even more noble than Anduin Lothar or a certain human king.

And the most terrible thing is

He had met the Great Pope of Holy Light more than once.

When he was born, he also received the baptismal blessing of this pope.

What he is most worried about now is whether Pope Alonsos Fao will recognize him.

No.

A legendary priest skilled in healing and healing, it is certain to recognize him on the breath level.

But will the pope help him hide the news that he is still alive?

How should he persuade this legendary priest to help him keep the secret?