Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"So, according to you, Mr. Black, when the Dragonmaw orcs control the red dragons, those dragons basically won't resist, right?"

In the corner of the palace garden, Lord Daval Presto, holding a wine glass, listened very seriously, acting like a real naturalist.

Not just listening to Black's experiences in the waters of Khaz Modan.

From time to time, he would ask some detailed questions, as if he was really helping the alliance military to collect intelligence about the orcs of the Dragonmaw clan.

"Pretend! Keep pretending!"

Blake nodded seriously, while mentally complaining about the drama queen in front of him.

He knew the true identity of the man in front of him.

In fact, Black decided to come to Lordaeron just because of Lord Davar in front of him. He received treatment from His Majesty Fa'ao, which was just an additional benefit.

The bronze dragon Sephiel is hunting for this remnant of time.

It won't give up.

And Blake also warned the young dragon that if it came again, it would lose its life.

The pirates weren't bluffing.

The elegant human noble in front of him was the fatal trap he prepared for the bronze dragon.

If it really comes, then it can't even think about leaving. No one can save it from this special creature in front of it, not even Nozdormu, the Lord of Time!

"Well, it seems that all the rumors about the Dragonmaw Clan are true."

After listening to Black's story, Lord Davar rubbed his chin and said seriously:

"According to what I have learned about dragons, they are not creatures that yield easily. Their will is as strong as their strength.

The orcs must have an evil object that can control the red dragon. It may be an artifact or something. The information you provide is very important, Mr. Black.

I have to sort them out.

Then report the situation to the kings and marshals. If possible, we must organize a raid to take the artifact back from the orcs. "

He planned very methodically:

"Perhaps after we suppress the orcs on the frontal battlefield, we should select some elite warriors like you, and then invite the mages of Dalaran to join the battle.

Maybe one or two warriors can be selected from the warriors of the foreign race to join them. "

"I am happy to serve the Alliance, sir."

Blake coughed and suggested:

"But the interior of the abandoned dwarf city of Grim Batol occupied by the Dragonmaw Orcs is too complicated. Before the operation can begin, we must also contact the Wildhammer dwarves.

It would be great if they could provide a guide. "

"Well, that's true."

Lord Davar nodded with satisfaction and said to Blake:

"Your suggestion is very important. I will use it to design an operation. I will definitely invite you when the time comes, Mr. Black. Ah, look at my clumsiness. I have already delayed too much of your time.

I shouldn't disturb the Warriors' rest anymore.

Although you are indifferent to fame and fortune, as a young man, you still learn to enjoy life. Believe me, as long as you reveal your identity, there will be many enthusiastic ladies at this party tonight who will be willing to spend the night with you.

They won't even care about your burns, they will reward the heroes of the League in another way.

You don’t have to hold back, and you don’t have to say no.

This is also one of the intentions of His Majesty the King in inviting them to the palace today. "

After making a vague dirty joke, the laughing Lord Davar bowed politely to Black and was about to leave. But he was stopped by Black. The pirate's eyes showed a hesitant light. He approached the lord and said softly:

“One more thing, I don’t know if it will help you, Mr. Daval.

In fact, I have not only encountered dragons in the waters of Khaz Modan, but also in the hilly areas. About half a month ago, I also saw a dragon on the way to Durnholde Castle. "

"Um?"

Lord Davar was stunned for a moment, and he immediately asked in a serious tone:

"A dragon? In the heart of the hills? Are you kidding me, Mr. Black?"

"No, I swear I saw it."

The pirate said seriously:

"It was one evening when I saw the dragon shadow crossing Thoradin's Wall. It flew very high, and it was different from the red dragons I had seen.

At that time it was flying northwest, which was the direction of Lordaeron. "

"A giant dragon flying towards Lordaeron? Interesting."

Davar rubbed his chin, took a sip of wine, and asked again:

"You said it's different from the red dragons you've seen? What's different about it?"

"I don't know how to describe it. As you can see, I'm not a naturalist. I'm just an ordinary assassin. I don't know much about dragons."

Blake scratched his hood. He looked confused and said:

"It is smaller than the red dragon, and the light emitted by the scales in the setting sun is not red like flames, but like metal.

I once suspected that I was wrong. Mr. Daval, you seem to know a lot about dragons. Do you know that there is a dragon with bronze scales in this world? "

"have."

Lord Presto glanced at Blake, and a different light flashed in his eyes.

He said:

"According to some records of high elves, there are many kinds of dragons in Azeroth, and there are five-color dragon legions active all over the world as guardians.

There are also some subspecies of dragons, but I don’t know all of them.

But if your description is good, what you see should be a bronze dragon.

That's a group of...how to say. "

Lord Davar moved his left hand, which seemed to represent the change in his mood at this time. He took a sip of wine, as if he had lost interest in the conversation.

He said:

"They are a group of guys who live alone, ignore the changes in the world, and are very annoying. Well, it's really surprising that they actually appear in the Lordaeron area."

"Maybe you're here for something? Some treasure?"

Blake behaved like an ordinary person who heard the legend of the dragon. He guessed and said:

"Perhaps they are also controlled by the orcs and come to attack us?"

"You don't need to worry about this, Mr. Black. We have talked enough tonight. Now, please enjoy the dinner."

Lord Davar became a little colder.

He raised his glass to Black for the last time, said goodbye in a gentle yet distant tone, and then turned back to the group of nobles who were feasting.

It was as if Black had lost value in his eyes after providing him with the information he needed.

"What a cold person."

The pirates didn't care.

He threw the wine glass in his hand into the flowers, took one last look at Lord Daval Presto who was chatting with a noble lady, and then took a step back and entered stealth.

He quickly left the garden.

Everything he should do and everything he could do has been done.

The trap has been set, and now it's time to throw out the bait. When leaving, the identity information of the noble gentleman just now tumbled in Blake's memory.

Lord Davar Presto.

Coming from Alterac, he is not as small a person as he modestly claims to be.

In fact, he is an important figure in the entire northern Xinjiang political circle.

He is good at dancing. He appeared in Northern Xinjiang many years ago and quickly established a huge network of relationships among the upper echelons of the human kingdom. His influence is quite large.

The most direct example is that four or five years ago, when the Kingdom of Stormwind was attacked by orcs, when the Northern Kingdom was discussing whether to send troops to help, it was Lord Presto who declared that the orcs were just a "little trouble."

He almost single-handedly prevented Northern Xinjiang from aiding the Kingdom of Stormwind. Then, after the Kingdom of Stormwind was destroyed, Lord Davar "repented" again.

Transformed into an extreme hawk.

This again earned him more popularity.

Marshal Lothar can successfully take charge of the human coalition, and the human kingdom can unite to resist to the end.

In addition to the wonderful speech given by the priest Mr. Turalyon, the disciple of Crown Prince Fao, at the King's Council, this nobleman hiding behind the scenes also played a great role in mediating.

But all the gorgeous titles and the power that can be said to cover the sky with one hand are not important to Lord Davar.

These are meaningless to him.

As long as this noble is willing, he can destroy the entire palace in an instant. Destroy the entire Lordaeron, even the entire northern Xinjiang, and even the entire eastern continent.

For him, the war between the human kingdom and the orcs is nothing more than entertainment in his spare time.

He is a dragon hidden in the human world.

The most powerful black dragon king ever born in Azeroth, one of the most dangerous creatures in all of Azeroth, and one of the masterminds behind the war between humans and orcs, who is secretly influencing the war between humans and orcs.

He was playing a role-playing game with the ants.

He enjoys it.

He has another unknown name.

He likes to call himself Deathwing, the Destined Destroyer of Worlds.

His disguise skills were so perfect that the legendary priest of Pope Faou and the legends in the banquet hall were so close that they were completely unable to discover his details.

But Blake knew history.

He knows Davar's identity and his power, he knows all of Deathwing's story and his destiny.

He knows his character traits and psychological weaknesses.

He knew his purpose in lurking in the courts of men.

He knows everything about Deathwing, and he understands it even more deeply than the Black Dragon King himself.

Therefore, this power can be used by him.

Just be careful and don't be caught by this dangerous god-like figure. Just like now, a small reveal can lay a foreshadowing, dig a hole, and lay a trap.

Just like at Durnholde Castle, spill the bait and repeat the same trick.

But this time, it was no longer the petty fight before, but a real killing with a borrowed knife.

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"Gianna, Gianna, I was wrong."

Amidst the sound of the child's running footsteps, the boy's anxious voice sounded with a hint of apology. He seemed to be calling his friends, but he received no response.

It was a boy wearing a gorgeous little hunting suit, a short sword at his waist, blond hair, and a blue cloak, dressed like a little warrior.

He was running, followed by anxious attendants.

His name is Arthas Menethil, he is the prince of the current King Terenas II of the Kingdom of Lordaeron and the future heir apparent of the kingdom.

"Stay away from me! Arthas, you nuisance, I hate you!"

In front of him, there was a little girl with blond hair in a blue skirt, holding up the hem of her skirt and running without looking back. There were traces of crying on her face.

"Hey, I didn't mean to talk about your brother. I was wrong. Don't run away."

The little prince chased his good friend and apologized, but the little princess ignored him at all.

People have the qualifications to show their temper.

The identity of the little princess is also unusual.

Her name is Jaina Proudmoore, the princess of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, the most powerful nation on the ocean, and the youngest daughter and apple of Dailin's eye.

There is no difference in status between the two.

"Gianna, I really didn't mean it."

After all, the little boy walked faster and quickly caught up with his friend. He took Gianna's hand and apologized childishly, but Gianna didn't accept this.

She was from Kul Tiran, and she had a naturally brave side to her character. Moreover, Arthas, this annoying guy, actually dared to mention his brother who died heroically in battle just now.

This undoubtedly touched upon the sadness of the little princess.

When Alsace approached, she stretched out her hands and pushed hard, pushing the little prince to sit on the ground, and she took another step back.

As a result, one of them lost his balance and fell down the stairs screaming.

In the corner of the garden, Blake, who was staying in the shadows, felt a strange emotion surge in his heart, and the Shadow Step was activated at this moment.

"Snapped"

The screaming little Gianna fell into a warm embrace. When she opened her eyes, she saw a mysterious man wearing a face mask and a long hood, and the smoke with shadows on his body was dispersing.

The man was blinking at her, and there seemed to be light in his eyes.

"Be careful, little girl. Before you learn flash magic, the steps are also very dangerous for a little mage like you."

Blake said so.

At the same time, I thought in my mind:

"The bronze dragon Sephiel, I have come into contact with another world line node that is as important as Thrall. I am very much looking forward to your coming to 'keep your appointment' tonight."