Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 521 74. This is my humble contribution to the Holy Light [210]

“It’s a pleasure to chat with someone as knowledgeable as His Highness. No matter what topic I talk about, His Highness can chat with me for a few words.

What a great experience.

It's a pity that you are the prince of a king and will be the Sun King in the future. You can't cruise with me on the endless sea and explore the borders of the entire world. This is such a pity. "

By the window of the mage tower in the Elf District, Blake stroked the hilt of the long sword at his waist, with endless sadness in his tone, as if he was saying goodbye to his best friend.

Even though this was the first time he and Prince Kael'thas met, they just chatted for a while.

It's hard to even count them as acquaintances.

But the prince was very well-educated, and his handsome face showed a very cooperative parting look. Even in the past hour, Blake's unbridled way of chatting made His Royal Highness extremely tired.

He gained almost no valuable information from the pirates, but gained a lot of strange knowledge.

For example, Tyrande, the Priestess of the Moon in Kaldorei, had an ups and downs relationship ten thousand years ago, including her strange relationship with the Stormrage brothers, the important officials of the Zandalari court, and the king of the Loa gods. The intrigue among them.

They were all useless gossip and a waste of time, but Prince Kael'thas, who considered himself to be of extremely high moral standards, actually felt a little happy listening to it.

What was slightly embarrassing was that at the end of the chat, Black vividly talked about the dark history of his ancestor, Dath'Remar Sunstrider.

When the Sunstrider ancestor stole the Well of Eternity water bottle from Illidan, the pirate was really excited when he talked about it, as if he was watching when Dath'Remar stole something.

These irrelevant gossips made Kael'thas certain of two things:

First, the pirate in front of him eloquently declared that he was a prophet who could see through the past and the future. It seemed that he was not bragging.

Second, Black Shaw is a really boring and morally low guy who has an unusual interest in prying into other people's privacy and telling others about it.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that these are just Blake's disguises.

He is a master assassin after all, and disguising himself is his instinct.

But in any case, this chat really made the prince give up the idea of ​​​​wanting to win over the pirates. It is impossible for a person with such a broad knowledge to be impressed by a small favor.

Perhaps Black Shaw could be used by Quel'Thalas, but the price required to buy this pirate's loyalty was something Kael'thas couldn't afford right now.

He must have a huge appetite.

"Your Highness, there is no need to send it off. I will leave now."

At midnight and almost midnight, the pirate waved to the Elf Prince and said before jumping out of the window:

"Marshal Lothar will come to Dalaran tomorrow. Whether he wants it or not, the entire northern Xinjiang will be in chaos because of him. His Royal Highness, who is in this storm, must take care of himself.

If you need help, don't hesitate to ask.

Say no more.

I have to go to Violet Prison to see my trouble-making students and subordinates. We'll see each other again. "

He escaped into the shadows, covering his aura for a moment, causing Kael'thas Sunstrider to raise his eyebrows. This technique of stealth and shadow escape is more sophisticated than the two master assassins in Quel'Thalas.

It seems that the pirate's previous statement that Salorian Morningseeker had to be transferred before he could come to "visit" was just a joke.

With his stealth skills, as long as he didn't take the initiative to provoke him, it would be almost impossible to catch Salorian even if he was holding a dragon-forged blade.

The prince watched the pirates leave, then returned to the desk and looked at the open map of Draenor.

He played with a golden scepter in his hand, thinking about the strange objects that the pirates had just asked the Quel'dorei expedition to find for him in the world of Draenor.

It was a treasure called "Atama Crystal".

Blake also thoughtfully marked on the map the locations where these seven sacred objects were suspected to have appeared.

He even specifically stated that one of the holy objects was now in the hands of Alexandros Mograine, a great nobleman of Lordaeron. This made the prince feel that Black was deliberately guiding them to find this legendary thing.

But he couldn't figure out why the pirates did this.

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"Kael'thas Sunstrider is a cunning man who pretends to be a perfect prince. He has been tricking you, my young master. He is aware of your extraordinaryness and has plans to recruit you into his service.

But he was quite smart and gave up this attempt on his own initiative. "

Xal'atath whispered in Black's ear:

"He probably also realized that the small elf country of Quel'Thalas really cannot tolerate my little master who is full of bad intentions and likes to cause trouble."

"You are not allowed to slander my good friend Kael'thas like this! He is the best and most handsome friend I have found this year."

Black said righteously to Xal'atath, who was speaking ill of Kael'thas:

"He always makes people feel like a breath of fresh air. Compared with the pleasant communication with him, the thought of the unnutritious nonsense I usually talk to my incompetent and useless subordinates is like hell.

The thought of not being able to chat with the knowledgeable Kael'thas all night long makes me feel really bad.

He is not as ambitious as you said.

He is a truly near-perfect heir. If Terenas II had an heir like him, the old king would be so happy that he would break dance on the spot in his palace.

Compared with him, Alsace is not even a little bit worse. "

"Hey, you don't have to describe to me how good he is. I see many such people."

Xal'atath replied disdainfully:

"In the past countless times, people like Kael'thas have appeared in every era. They seem to be born with the aura of the sun, and they will attract the attention of countless people wherever they go.

Let the ignorant follow them willingly, regard his ideal as their own, and sacrifice everything for it.

But such people generally don't end well.

Kael'thas Sunstrider is the first rising sun of Quel'dorei. He is destined to live for his people all his life. This is the yoke he has put on himself.

To be loved by the people in times of peace is a compliment.

But as soon as disaster strikes, those love will quickly turn into terrible pressure. If he can't come up with a way to save the people, he will be knocked from heaven to hell.

Under the pressure of a race, the more perfect these guys are, the more extreme choices they will make. Hey, this road is not the way back to Tirisfal Castle!

Where are you going, little master? "

While Xal'atath expressed her views, she discovered that Black had chosen a strange path to leave the elven residential area, so she interrupted her prediction of Kael'thas' future and asked curiously:

"Do you still think you've done too little tonight? Are you going to do something bad?"

"You can't say anything nice."

The pirate replied unhappily.

"Sorry, it's my fault. There was something wrong with my statement. Doing bad things with a bad heart is the most 'outstanding' behavior that humans can do."

Xal'atath corrected himself in a voice that sounded like reading on a stick. The next moment, like a darkened literary young woman, she said in a very poetic tone:

"The little master who fascinates me is a born bad seed, a flower of evil watered by the poisonous water of the abyss. Darkness loves evil deeply, and evil also sings in return of darkness. This love is so deep that it gets the name The result of 'Black Shaw'.

Looking deeply into the relationship between you and me since we met, my little master, you cannot hide the aura you feel when you decide to do a bad thing.

The best thing is that you maintain this dark aura that fascinates me all the time.

Fortunately, I don't have a physical body, otherwise I would definitely be tempted to throw you to the ground and love you fiercely. Tell me, who are you going to see?

Whose cemetery is this soon-to-be dug hole being prepared for? "

"Since the last time we had a fight, I noticed that you are getting better and better in speaking."

The pirate did not directly answer Xal'atath's slander. He just quickened his pace in the darkness and whispered:

"It seems I have trained you well."

"Well, it turns out you like this tone. It's so evil. I like it."

Xal'atath licked his lips and whispered in the pirate's ear:

"Find a female nearby and let me take over her body. During the period before dawn, I belong to you completely, and I can satisfy all the dark thoughts in your heart.

I'm happy to comply with all desires

I noticed just now that you seem to be very interested in Valeela Sangunar. Do you want to give it a try? "

"I am indeed very interested in her, but it's definitely not the 'interest' you mentioned."

Blake curled his lips and said like a gentleman:

"Calm down your extravagant nature for some reason tonight! My servant, we will always meet in the material world, be patient."

"It's boring."

Xal'atath lost all interest for a moment and said:

"Why do you always have to suppress your dark desires? You obviously know that you want to indulge, and you obviously have many opportunities."

"Isn't this the meaning of the existence of inner demons?"

The pirate grinned and said:

“When I find that I have bad thoughts in my heart, I can blame them all on my ‘inner demons’ and tell myself to be wary of the temptations of my inner demons and live a good life every day.

It's you who insists on being my inner demon, and I didn't invite you here.

By the way, how is the corruption of Cassanatir going? How long will it take for it to be transformed into a true shadow creature? "

"It's early."

Xalatas said:

"It's involved in evil energy too deeply. Even with Nasrezim's natural energy adaptation, it will take a lot of energy for me to completely transform it. Why must it be transformed?

I think it would suit you right now. "

"Do I still need to explain this to you? I can become cruel, but that change must be in my interests."

Blake looked up and looked ahead and said:

"I don't need the cruelty caused by evil energy, and I don't want to have too much involvement with evil energy. When I first embarked on the path of a warlock, I determined my career plan.

What's the use of planning if everything doesn't go according to plan?

I designed this demon transformation not to turn into a demon to kill people. It is just an enhanced form of me as a spell caster. Of course, the more in line with my magic attributes, the better.

I want Cassanatir to transform into the Shadow Demon!

You serve some snacks.

If you do this well, I will reward you. "

"This is what you said, little master."

Xal'atath laughed strangely and said:

"Don't default on your debt then. If you provoke your obedient inner demon, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it. Ha, I know who you are going to find. I can smell the stink of the Holy Light even from such a distance. .

Have a nice chat with him and I won't bother you. "

After saying that, Xal'atath's voice disappeared, and Black, with a light flicker of footsteps, appeared in front of a small area in Dalaran specially designated for the residence of nobles from various countries.

The pirate flipped his fingers, and a simple holy emblem appeared in his hand. He flicked it up like a coin and held it in his hand.

The figure disappeared immediately, and when he reappeared, he had entered a room with dim light. In front of Black, the great knight Turalyon, wearing a priest's robe, was praying.

He was not praying for himself, but for those who died in the city tonight.

May the merciful holy light protect their evil souls, and may the bloodshed tonight bring peace to the innocent.

Black did not disturb the Grand Knight.

He didn't even hide his existence, he just appeared in the corner of the room openly.

Pulling out a chair and sitting there, waiting patiently for nearly ten minutes, Turalyon put down the rose rosary and Holy Light tome in his hand, and reached out to hold the Great Royal Sword beside him.

This sword was once the sword of Marshal Lothar.

Because of Turalyon's outstanding performance as the marshal's adjutant, after Lothar regained consciousness, he gave this sword that had followed him throughout his military life as a gift to the young knight.

Turalyon saw it as both a duty and an honor, and carried the sword wherever he went.

"Don't draw your sword, we're on our own."

Black whispered something, put the Holy Emblem in his hand and a letter of appointment on the ground, and pushed it towards the Grand Knight.

Turalyon picked up the thing and opened it. The expression on his face, which was not handsome but had the majesty of the Holy Light, became strange.

"A Templar Assassin recognized by the Pope?"

The great knight glanced at the pirate and said:

"How come I haven't heard of the church having this institution?"

"Because your confidentiality level is not high enough, Lord Knight. Believe me, the Pope didn't tell you to protect you."

Blake spread his hands and said:

"You can confirm my identity in a moment. I have been in contact with Lord Saidan Dathrohan. No one knows our existence except him, the Pope and an archbishop.

But we, the Dark Walkers, have done more for the cause of the Light than you, the Paladins, who walk under the sun.

This is not a boast, it is a fact.

You'll find out later.

But I am not here tonight to make friends with you. I want you to convey a very important message to His Holiness the Pope through the channels of the Church. "

The pirate's voice became serious and he said:

"Another branch of the Holy Light among the stars, your fellow travelers of faith, are suffering terribly in another world. I saw from the prophecy that their leaders prayed to the Holy Light and saw the scene of them being slaughtered. .

They seek hope in confusion, and they believe that only the Holy Light can give them that hope.

I learned that the Quel'dorei elves were planning an expedition to the orc world of Draenor.

They seek knowledge from outside the realm and a powerful artifact called the Atama Crystal.

Perhaps I can take this opportunity to insert the power of the Holy Light into the world destroyed by war to verify the predictions of us dark walkers.

The great cause of Holy Light will surely rise from this! "