Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 528 81. The old cow still wants to eat young grass? Bah, shameless【910】

"This 'letter' was sent from Durnholde Castle about three days ago. It was brought to Southsea Town by a Ravenholdt counterpart who was ordered to lurk in that castle.

Because the messenger named the 'orc killer', he caught Jack's attention. "

In the Hillsbrad Hills at night, the Hippogryph is gliding lightly through the sky.

Blake behind it was holding the reins. Because he was wearing a battle helmet, his expression could not be seen, but judging from the chill radiating from his body, he was not in a good mood at this time.

Beside him, Moros, who was riding a rented griffon, was introducing the ins and outs of the distress letter to his master.

The whole story was not complicated, but Blake frowned when he heard it.

The pirate asked:

"Jack should be working in the Kingdom of Alterac right now. I don't remember that I gave him instructions. How did he notice this letter?"

"It's your 'fishing god' and his friend Hal."

Moros replied rigorously:

"The two of them returned to Nanhai Town a few days ago and met our colleague again. Only then were they able to send this letter that should have been shelved into our intelligence system."

"That's strange."

Blake was still a little confused and continued to ask:

"Nat and Hal are just support staff in the fleet. They have not joined the Uncrowned, and have not even received assassin training. So how come, um, don't tell me that Nat dreamed about it?"

"But it's just so bizarre."

The undead butler laughed and said:

"It was indeed Mr. Nutt's afternoon nap that saved this letter for help that should have been shelved. Jack sent someone to confirm, and Nutt said that he had been having some strange dreams recently.

It is said that it was because of the strange reaction after catching the luminous night pearl in the waters of the Broken Islands. "

"Something noticed your 'chief fisherman'."

Xal'atath reminded Black in his ear:

"When that magical mortal comes into contact with the thing from the abyss, this dreamlike symptom is just the beginning. He will soon be driven crazy by hallucinations that make no distinction between reality and reality.

If you care about his life, act quickly. "

"Um."

The pirate nodded.

But now was not the time to dwell on Nat Pagle's dream. He glanced at the letter in the hippogryph's backpack and recalled those war years.

He was still very weak at the time, and had just achieved some insignificant achievements. He was chased by Sephiel and was cornered, and went on an "adventure" in Durnholde Castle.

Without little Taresha's cooperation, Blake would have died under the claws of the bronze dragon that time.

He gave Taresha a promise at that time, saying that he owed her a favor, but to be honest, the promise left to Taresha at that time was more because of Sal.

At that time, Blake was still a fledgling guy, and his understanding of the world was far less profound than it is now.

But now that time has passed, the pirates who have changed from what they used to be are not particularly concerned about Thrall's fate. He already has the power to protect himself and no longer needs to rely on the foresight of the "prophet" to struggle for survival.

The fates of Lothar, Orgrim and Varian all changed because of him. After the world line was completely changed, Thrall, a minor orc, was not so important.

But the favors owed must always be repaid!

"This letter was sent three days ago. I am a little worried that something irreparable has happened in my past, which will mean that I have failed a little girl who has expectations for me.

She's just as old as little Gianna."

The pirate in the dark night patted the hippogryph on its neck, making it fly faster. Looking at the looming Durnholde Castle in the distance under the moonlight, he said to Moros next to him in a low tone:

"She must be very scared to place all her hopes on an 'orc killer' who disappeared more than half a year ago. She must have been desperate.

My butler, the thought of the possibility that I might not be owed a favor, and that I might ever be indebted to him, makes me feel sick all over.

You don't have to follow me.

Go back to Dalaran.

In the name of the Master of the Warlock School of Narthalath Academy, go to the Violet Prison Guard, bail out my incompetent subordinate Evil Eye, and bring him to the vicinity of Durnholde Castle.

I have something for him to do. "

"Okay, Master."

Moros calmly accepted the task as a butler should. Before leaving, he whispered:

"Lotha has arrived in the Magic City, and the eyes of the entire Northern Territory are focused on this area. It is not in your plans and interests to do something with bad consequences at this time, my master."

"I know. So this is just an alternative and may not be useful."

Blake replied in a relaxed tone:

"General Blackmore and I are also 'old friends'. He wanted to recruit me back then, so I will talk to him as an old friend.

If the negotiation is good, the evil eye will not have to travel hard.

But if he doesn't understand the general situation that well, then I won't argue with him. After all, he and I are both people with status now, right? We always have to be decent. "

"Um."

Moros nodded and asked again:

“Do we need to mobilize Aruin’s ‘Twilight Crow’ team?”

"No need for them."

The pirate waved his hand and said:

"They haven't set off yet. A group of reserve 'uncrowned men' can't do much."

The butler said no more.

He obviously has great confidence in his master's strength.

He pulled the reins of the gryphon and flew back to Dalaran, leaving only Black to continue heading towards Durnholde Castle under the night.

Behind the shadow cast by the hippogryph in the moonlight, Frostclaw, the great wolf, was running madly on the ground.

It shuttles energetically through the night, and can even keep up with the rapid flight of the hippogryph. The big wolf will be in a high mood now, knowing that it will fulfill the last mission entrusted to it by its old master.

The little orc named Thrall is on the land in front of him.

It must fulfill its "mission".

Only in this way can it fulfill its final allegiance to Orgrim Doomhammer. Then, it can serve the stinking pirate Black Shaw wholeheartedly.

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"Put this on!"

In Durnholde Castle, between midnight and early morning, a human assassin in black angrily dropped a set of clothes on the table in front of Taresha Foxton.

That's a set. Well, how to describe it?

A maid outfit that doesn't quite fit into the category of normal maid outfits. It has beautiful lace embellishments, but has some weird hollow patterns cut out in places that shouldn't be exposed. In the eyes of some conservative people, it can definitely be called "dirty." .

And the XP of someone who can come up with this kind of clothes is probably not very normal.

Eleven-year-old Taresha Foxton took one look at the clothes in front of her and immediately blushed. She hugged her flat chest tightly with both hands and huddled in the corner of the room.

It is said that girls mature early.

Compared with half a year ago, Taresha's height has grown significantly, and she is even a little taller than Gianna of the same age.

This is probably because she is General Blackmore's personal servant and has an "important mission" on her shoulders, so she eats better than other servants.

But after all, he was only eleven years old, and there was still a hint of youthfulness on his face.

Normal men would not have any extraordinary thoughts about girls of this age, but unfortunately in the real world, there will always be some abnormal scum.

"The master will be here tomorrow, you'd better behave."

The black-clothed assassin wearing a face covering put his hands on his hips and said in an indifferent tone to the little girl in front of him:

"Your master has given you as a 'gift' to the Master.

I think Your Majesty the General should have told you about the ‘mission’ you shouldered. In the current situation of cooperation between the two parties, your 'performance' will determine the prospects of cooperation between the master and the general.

Everyone in this castle says you are very smart, so I guess I don't need to say anything more to you.

To be honest, you are lucky to be favored by the master, little girl. "

The assassin was old-fashioned and laughed a few times in a vulgar manner. He touched his chin and said:

"When the master completes the great deeds, you will also be able to get some blessings and live a luxurious life that ordinary people like you can't even imagine. This is better than being casually rewarded by your master to some big-headed soldier when you grow up. Much luckier.”

"I don't want this kind of 'luck'."

Taresha, who was huddled in the corner, whispered something. The black-clothed assassin just sneered a few times without replying. He turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door.

The room fell silent, but Taresha was still panicking inside.

She glanced at the strange clothes in front of her, blushed again, threw it on the ground like discarding dirty things, and stepped on it, fully expressing her reluctance.

Although as General Blackmoore's personal servant, she had seen many such things in the castle, especially every time the general entertained local nobles and nobles.

She is also mentally prepared that when she grows up, she will encounter the same "fate" as those slightly more attractive maids, but that will at least be after she grows up.

She is only eleven years old now!

Pooh.

The gloomy old guy who came to visit His Excellency the General not long ago is really disgusting. He is old enough to be his grandfather, but he actually has such a nasty habit.

The worst thing is that he also asked everyone by name to serve him.

so disgusting.

After complaining fiercely, despair emerged in Taresha's heart.

General Blackmoore had been very kind to him in the past, but that was more because of Thrall's relationship.

She is smart, and she knows how to secretly use this advantage to make her life a little better.

But this time there was no escaping.

The general obviously had some ulterior secret deals with the old man whom others called "the master". When the old man made obscene requests, the general agreed without hesitation.

It seemed that in his mind, what he was planning was more important than his secret cultivation of Thrall.

Alas, I have been locked up here for several days, and I don’t know how Sal has been these days.

Amidst such random thoughts, the frightened little girl still couldn't resist the sleepiness in the middle of the night. She hugged her body and huddled in the corner, hanging her head and fell asleep.

She didn't know how long she had slept for, but she suddenly opened her eyes.

Then she saw a person wearing a dark green cloak standing in front of her, using two fingers of her left hand to hold the "maid uniform" that she had thrown on the ground.

It seems that they are admiring this unique "trend".

"Are you awake?"

A familiar voice with a smile sounded in the small room.

Taresha heard the voice. She stood up with surprise on her face, but she saw the eyeballs floating on the shoulders of Mr. "Orc Killer" in front of her.

The green eyeballs flipped flexibly in the air, staring at her while the pupils were zooming. This evil magic thing made Taresha feel a chill from beginning to end, and she was so frightened that she stood there and did not dare to make any move.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for more than half a year. The little girl has suddenly grown taller. No wonder she is targeted by the driver of the stroller."

The pirate turned and looked Taresha up and down.

He took out a sewing kit from his luggage, threw it to her along with the "maid uniform" in his hand, and said:

"Can you do needlework?"

"Well, I learned it from Aunt Nar."

Taresha hugged the clothes and looked at Blake. She didn't know what Mr. Orc Killer meant, but seeing her former "partner" appear, she was suddenly surrounded by a sense of security.

It turns out that Mr. Orc Killer was not joking!

When I need help, he will really show up!

It's almost like a magical magical story.

"This dress is made of exquisite materials, but it is made of the finest ocean silk. The lace edges are all made by Stratholme's masters. Such a 'sexy dress' costs at least two hundred gold coins.

It would be a shame to just throw it away. "

The pirate pretended to be diligent and thrifty, and said to Taresha, who looked confused:

"There is still some time before dawn, so you can fix it yourself and make it into the standard maid uniform you imagined. I happen to lack a cleaner in the captain's cabin, and my first mate has been complaining about this for a long time.

That lazy bastard didn't even clean his own room, let alone help me clean it. "

As he spoke, Black took out the warp cutter sword from his waist. Like a knight conferring a medal, he lightly tapped Taresha's left and right shoulders twice and said:

"I now designate you as the 'Chief Cleaning Maid of the Deck and Captain's Room of the Naqfar'. What are you doing standing around? Work quickly and put on your work clothes.

Let's go meet my old friend Blackmore.

I heard that he became a general, and now that he is prosperous, he needs to hug his thighs. "

"can not go!"

Taresha shook her head crazily and said:

"The general has treated me as a gift. He is no longer the benevolent and just major in the past. He doesn't care about my life or death."

"Oh, poor girl."

Blake reached out and knocked Taresha on the head and said:

“Blackmoore has never been the ‘merciful and righteous’ person you imagined, but he was still willing to pretend before, but now he is too lazy to pretend.

But he can give you as a gift to others, and he can naturally give you to me.

After all, the disgusting old guy is a master assassin, and I am a master assassin too.

He can't treat one favorably and favor another, right? "