Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The early hours are approaching and Hillsbrad is in its darkest hour of the day.

Deep in the forest some distance away from Durnholde Castle, outside a camp guarded by Stromgard soldiers, a bonfire was burning in the quiet forest.

Black was sitting next to the flame, holding his own blank magic book, using a magic quill to record his first magic worth recording on it.

That is the secret of the devil's transformation.

Grimoire. Only if it records valuable knowledge can this book sent by Dean Lanyue be qualified to be called a grimoire. If there is no knowledge hidden inside, this thing is just a luxuriously decorated notebook at best.

On the other side of the bonfire, Taresha Foxton, dressed in a maid outfit, was holding her old clothes and her magic broom, dozing like a chicken pecking at rice.

Tonight's experience was exciting enough for this little girl who had not seen much.

After being out of danger, she desperately needed a break.

Against the background of the flames, at the feet of the pirates, the always "unruly" big wolf Frostpaw lay beside his master like a loyal hound.

It staggered its paws and placed its head on them, its tail wagging behind it from time to time.

Just now, when Black and General Blackmoore were talking, Frostclaw had sneaked into the depths of the castle and saw Thrall living in a cage underground in the castle.

It originally planned to rescue Thrall directly. Even without Black's help, the soldiers in Durnholde Castle could not stop the killing of a soul beast.

But the pirates thwarted his reckless plan.

Because there is a very real problem before the big wolf. If Sal is rescued now, where will he send this little orc who has been raised by humans since he was a child?

Should he be left to die in the hills of Hillsbrad?

This is not what the old master ordered.

The big wolf is cunning, vicious, and the best among beasts.

But it's just a beast after all. Its beastly mind cannot think of the answer to this complex question, so it can only wait for its master's "evil wisdom" to take effect.

"Ah, praise my all-evil master, here comes the evil eye."

As the green flames rolled, the devil imp Daglop, who had escaped the fatal disaster and became active again, appeared during the phase change.

It was extremely flattering and said to its master in a sharp tone:

"Your good-for-nothing subordinate was so severely repaired that his remaining eyes were almost blinded! His nose and face were bruised and swollen, like a hellhound whose spine was broken after a failed courtship.

Do you want to summon him? "

"Let him come over."

Blake, who was writing the Grimoire, said without raising his head.

The kid smiled evilly and summoned a very weak hell hound. He turned over and rode on it, running towards the outside of the forest like a "war horse".

A few minutes later, the orc Evil Eye riding on the back of a hell horse and Moros riding the undead horse both arrived.

The evil eye is indeed miserable.

In the previous brawl in the sewers, he, an orc who had just entered Dalaran, was severely beaten by the mages. Those bastards were just trying to kill him.

If it weren't for the fact that Evil Eye had two brushes and had participated in many pirate fights during his time with the captain, and had rich experience in melees and beatings, it would have been difficult for him to survive that night.

He even had one of the orc's iconic fangs knocked out, so his speech was somewhat leaky. I originally wanted to say some flattery, but considering how embarrassed I was now, it was better not to provoke the captain.

"Are the living conditions good in Violet Prison?"

The pirate asked casually.

Evil Eye shrugged and whispered:

"It's okay. In order to show respect for Nathalas College, those mages have arranged a single room for everyone here. Their own mages are locked in several large cells and live a miserable life."

"Are there many evil things in there?"

Blake asked again.

The orc warlock knew something about it, and he answered cautiously:

"a lot of!

And most of them don't look like creatures from the eastern continent. I also saw fallen arakkoa people and some weird spiritual creatures that are unique to the world of Draenor.

I really don’t know how those mages caught them.

Captain, are you planning to rob the prison? "

"Don't guess what I'm thinking. Prison robbery is against the law. Spellcasters like us can't do this kind of thing. Do you understand?"

Blake glanced at the evil eye, changed the subject and said:

"It's too dangerous for you to stay in Dalaran. Go and help me soon. It's a bit far, so I'll lend you the sky."

"It's okay, Captain."

Xieyan quickly refused and said:

"I can summon the great magic bat by myself. That thing flies no slower than your precious hippogryph. Tell me, where do you want me to serve you? You know my loyalty.

Whether it's in front of the gate of hell or some other hellish place, I won't say anything about it! "

"To the middle of nowhere."

The pirate put down the pen in his hand, closed the half-written grimoire, and hung it on a chain around his waist.

He stood up and said to the evil eye:

"According to Ravenholdt's internal information, after the end of the Orc War, there was still a wave of elite orcs hiding there. They were very cunning and tactically literate. The dwarves organized several roundups, but they were noticed in advance.

That good-for-nothing Red has never been able to connect with this group of elite orcs, which is really disappointing.

I know this is a bit difficult for you, but now it's up to you to take action. "

Blake whispered to the hunched-over Evil Eye:

"Many people are guessing the purpose of that strange group of orcs, but their guesses are not accurate! I know what your group of capable compatriots are doing there.

Go find them and tell them that Go'el is in Durnholde Castle! And he was about to be brainwashed successfully by a human careerist, telling them to send someone to take that little kid back quickly.

If they act fast enough, the little cub might be saved. "

Xieyan was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He touched his head and asked:

"Who is Go'el?"

"You don't need to know, just bring the words."

Blake smiled slyly and said:

"Tell your compatriots about the current situation in northern Xinjiang and ask them not to send large troops to take action, but to pick some elites to come over and quietly enter the village without shooting.

Also, tell them again, just don’t wander around anywhere.

As long as they dare to kidnap Go'ir, there is only one choice left for them, go to Blackstone Mountain and seek refuge with Red. Help my useless Albatross No. 3 to stabilize the situation, resist the black dragon's solicitation, and then secretly accumulate strength. "

"Will they listen?"

Evil Eye expressed serious doubts, saying:

"Captain, I'm not questioning your dark wisdom, but the leader of an elite clan that can create that kind of scene in a deserted land must be a guy with a lot of background.

No one knows my warlike countrymen better than I do.

I'm not afraid of being hacked to death by them when we meet, but they won't listen to a human's arrangement. "

"It doesn't matter whether they listen or not, as long as they have brains and can judge the situation."

Blake narrowed his eyes and said:

"What do you think my Uncrowned Ones are doing in Alterac during this period? Not only the elite clan is going to Blackstone Mountain, but the Frostwolf clan who has been hiding for many years also has to go to Blackstone Mountain. .

When I said that Red could be a great chief, I didn't just say it casually. You don't have to worry about this, as long as you carry the words.

Remember to deal with them in the name of the Undead Fleet. As a reward for giving those orcs valuable information, I have only one request from them.

I want Edras Blackmoore alive!

Don't let those orcs hurt him. Well, you can kill him, that's okay, but he must be alive and his mind must be clear. I need his brain.

That's all. Come back as soon as you're done. "

"Okay, Captain, I'm leaving now."

Xie Yan nodded. He already knew the captain's requirements for his subordinates. The execution ability must be sufficient to win the captain's favor. He started to summon the big magic bat without saying a word.

Soon it disappeared into the night sky.

Blake turned back to Moros and said:

"My Steward, I need you to go to Alterac immediately, take over from Jack and direct the Uncrowned Ones there to continue searching for the Frostwolf clan, causing them trouble and training their troops at the same time.

I need Jack, who is more familiar with Dalaran, to come back and assist me.

Then send a message to my number two 'Albatross', asking him to find an opportunity to come to Dalaran and meet me. "

"Um"

Moros's execution ability was also super strong. After accepting the order, he disappeared into the forest on his undead war horse. At this time, Taresha, who was napping on the other side of the campfire, had woken up.

She watched Mr. Black issuing orders to a big orc with strange eyes, and vaguely heard the name "Gu'ir".

She knew that was Sal's other name.

"Are you looking for orcs to rescue Thrall? Captain."

The little maid Taresha said timidly:

"But Thrall has had little contact with other orcs. He has been indoctrinated by the general since he was a child that orcs are bad guys, and he may regard them as enemies."

"It doesn't matter. He is still young and has enough time to integrate into his compatriots. He is so smart and has enough ability to learn his original culture and understand the civilization he came from."

Blake glanced at the sky, took out his soul-string longbow and a bundle of void spikes shining with magical light. While adjusting his condition, he said to Taresha:

"You don't want me to take Thrall with me and continue to cultivate him into a two-faced person with a heart of animal skin, right? Believe me, Taresha, neither the real orcs nor humans will ever accept that. Sal.

He should return to his civilization and his world, rather than staying in Azeroth and bringing more conflicts and contradictions to the world.

The wheel of hatred will not stop spinning, and the only way is to return everything to the original state. Since you have your own home to return to, why should you stay in someone else's home?

Are you right? "

Taresha pursed her lips, she wanted to say that she didn't care what Sal would become in the future, she just wanted Sal to stay with her as her younger brother. But the smart little girl soon realized that this was too selfish.

The captain was right.

Thrall should return to his people, use the knowledge and wisdom he learned to lead his people, and bring these brutal invaders who have brought terrible disasters to mankind back to their own world.

That may be Thrall's true mission.

"It's almost dawn, let's go."

Blake stood up, and the big wolf under his feet also stood up. The pirate hooked his hand at Taresha and pointed to the camp in the distant forest. He said:

"I don't know that 'Cutter', but you must have seen him. Please tell me the identity of the damn buggy driver later."

"It's actually okay, Captain."

Taressa felt warm in her heart when she heard that Mr. Black asked her to help identify the master assassin who had become her nightmare in the past three days.

In her short life, no one would do such a thing for a child from a humble background like her. Except for Sal and her mother, few people even cared about her mood after being wronged.

This is what civilian life is like.

There are not so many kind-hearted people, and it is unlikely that they will encounter a conspiracy specifically targeting them. If you are really wronged, you have to swallow it yourself. Even if you want revenge, it is impossible.

There is neither money nor power.

Patience is their virtue, silence is their label. They have propped up kingdoms and empires, but few people really lower their heads and pay attention to what is in their hearts.

Lothar might do that.

Unfortunately, there is only one Lothar, and he is already too old. Whether he can survive the next half month is a question.

The little maid lowered her head and said to Blake with a sense of apology:

"There is no need to provoke a powerful enemy for me. Your Majesty the General has tried his best to establish a good relationship with him. He must have a great background. In the end, he did not hurt me."

"Hey, little girl, have you always been so narcissistic?"

The pirate picked up a void spike shining with shadow luster. Amidst Xal'atath's weird laughter, he said to the little maid Taresha:

"I'm not doing these things for you, although I do owe you a favor. But neither you nor Maclos himself may know how valuable his head is now.

The money is exchanged for the silver card Blackmore gives you, which is enough to crush you to death three times.

Alas, I have been very strapped for money recently, and all my money has been spent on buying a boat. But there is still a large family to support. Whether my Uncrowded Ones faction can grow rapidly depends on these 'walking gold mines'.

So, cut the crap, grab your magic broom and follow me.

I have to catch him today. "