Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Can you undo that confusion?"

In the corner of the garden, Black used the Eye of Kilrogg on his shoulder to "watch" Princess Calia and Arthas, who was making faces at him, leave.

He asked softly. Xalatath, who never disappoints anyone, did not disappoint her master this time. She said firmly:

"Yes, but it takes time, and it cannot be within the range of Deathwing's perception. I am too weak now, but if the master can provide me with ninety-nine evil or pure souls, I am sure to remove it within one day. .”

"Ninety-nine? There are still zeros and even ones."

The pirate curled his lips and said:

"Not to mention whether Caliya's life is worth ninety-nine lives, this number alone makes me feel unreliable."

"It's very reliable."

Xalatath explained conclusively:

"One is used to cast spells, and the remaining ninety-eight are left to 'play' with me. Cassanatir is escaping into the shadows. Its recent symptoms of sluggishness have become more and more serious, and it is becoming less and less fun.

I seriously doubt that it's just an act. A Nasrezim is not easily defeated, but I don't want to accompany him to pretend. It's boring.

I need new playthings.

Little master, you give it to someone else, otherwise I will bother you. "

"Just talk. Why are you acting like a baby? I don't like the way you talk. Don't play with me next time."

The pirate said as coldly as a tyrant.

Xal'atath made a dissatisfied nasal sound, which disappeared in Black's ear. Then, the pirate's poor inner demon let out a short scream, obviously being entangled by Xal'atath again.

Blake did not stay in the garden for long. After confirming Caliya's situation, he temporarily left the palace.

As a distinguished guest invited to the wedding of Her Royal Highness, Blake easily obtained a highland horse in the palace stables and rode it alone in the city.

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

He was very familiar with this place. After wandering around and throwing away several "eyes", he entered the Uncrowned's stronghold in Lordaeron with ease.

It was the Red Jack Bar opened in an alleyway in the old town.

It has been open for a while, but due to the location, business is not very good. There are only some regular customers here drinking, smoking and chatting.

Among them were several veterans wearing old military uniforms and medals on their chests while drinking and talking about Lothar.

They were very excited, and after drinking, they cursed and declared that as long as Marshal Lothar issued a call, they would definitely pick up their swords and respond.

No matter who the opponent is, they will not back down.

This made Black lament that Lothar's reputation among the people, especially among these veterans, was really terrifying. No wonder the kings were afraid of him.

If Black were the king, he would also be restless if there was a person like Lothar holding a sword in his hand to forcefully claim the throne of the empire.

He threw a gold coin into the bar and invited the guests in the tavern to drink for two rounds. Then he walked up to the second floor and opened the first door. There was already someone waiting for him inside.

"Grandmaster!"

The red-haired Jack, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, suddenly stood up and saluted Black respectfully.

This young man has become much calmer than before after half a year of experience.

The cold wind in the Alterac Mountains also made his skin slightly rough, but what shone in those eyes was a bright and sharp light.

He had been skeptical when Blake proclaimed the Creed of the Uncrowned to him, but now he had become a loyal supporter of it.

He saw with his own eyes that the chaotic Alterac was changed by the actions of him and his companions. Through their efforts, the prototype of a new situation had taken shape.

He saw the orcs hiding in the valley and occupying human lands. They used a set of sophisticated intelligence to catalyze a war that could definitely drive those invaders out of the human hinterland.

He saw the black dragon hiding in the mountains and only appearing at night.

He knew that these fallen creatures were plotting a terrible conspiracy, and he knew that their leader would not turn a blind eye to it.

What supports the Uncrowded in his actions in the darkness is something higher than reality.

Jack had understood this statement.

He knew that his fellow travelers were at work in other places, far away and unvisited, places where human footsteps had not yet reached.

They are not working for money or other superficial things.

They act to change the world.

"Very good. I see a sense of mission in your eyes. Now you are worthy of your hidden sword."

Blake reached out and patted red-haired Jack on the shoulder, and he said:

"I ordered a set of assassin outfits for you in Suramar City, which will be delivered to you in a while. There will also be exquisite assassin guns made by the dwarf engineering master, which will also be delivered to you soon.

It's a reward for your mastery in Alterac, and a necessity for the next stage of the Path of Creed.

Jack, go to Dalaran.

When we finish what we have done there, we will have a new battlefield.

You will see something truly dark there, but I know you will not be frightened by it, you will already have faith in your heart. "

"Um."

Red-haired Jack nodded and asked softly:

"Master, do we not care about Alterac?"

"The seeds of change have been planted by our own hands, and someone will take over our business there. That's why I'm here."

Blake glanced at the second person in the room and said:

"The vast snowfield is very suitable as a place to hone the minds and skills of beginners. We will set up a training ground for new recruits there. They can fight against the severe cold environment, the terrifying ogres and the mysterious and cruel snow monsters. There are wolves all over the mountains and plains, looking for the strength to persevere in the confrontation.

You look for a capable person among your subordinates to be responsible for the operation of the training camp, but the financial flow must be in your hands. "

Jack nodded.

As someone who already has experience in commanding a team, he naturally knows the importance of this aspect.

"Now, go get some rest. I want to have a chat with our guest."

Blake nodded to Jack, who took a step back.

Then he whispered: "Master, Brother Aruin's team is already capable enough.

They independently completed six internal investigations of the Frostwolf Clan and fought with the Wolf Cavalry to win. I think they're ready for their own Trial of the Uncrowned. "

"Well, then let them go to Dalaran with you! They are really lucky to be able to complete their promotion in such a big event. They may not be able to wait to go back to their hometown.

They will use their own hands to bring changes to Suramar. "

Black laughed, and Red Jack smiled too, taking a few steps back and retreating into the shadows.

There were only two people left in the room. In front of the pirates, at the table near the window, the mysterious guy wearing a long hood put down the tea cup in his hand.

He raised his head and said to Blake:

"We meet again, Master."

"Should I call you Auriden as before, or should I call you 'Your Highness' as is popular in Alterac now?"

"That's just the fallacy of the ignorant, Master. This is putting me on the fire."

Auriden Perenold took off his hood, shook his head and said:

"I was very ignorant at the time. When you gave me the advice, I still wanted to compete for the throne. But after a period of understanding, I realized that as long as the Pristo family and the Barov family are still alive, I You can never get close to that title.

I finally understand your suggestion.

Facts have proved that your vision is outstanding and lofty. "

"Why are you, a veteran, so good at talking all of a sudden?"

Blake's eyes flickered.

He stretched out his hand, and Oridon also raised his hand to hold it with Black, but when he stood up, the pirate's hand suddenly accelerated and clasped on Oridon's neck.

Lifting him up from where he was, he pressed him against the wall.

"Master, you..."

Oridon's eyes were filled with astonishment, but Blake looked at him and stretched out his left hand to make a silencing gesture at the corner of his mouth. Auriden stared at the empty air and asked:

"How about it?"

"There are traces of confusion. It's exactly the same as before."

Xalatas yawned and whispered in Black's ear: "But whether it's the effect or the residue of the spell, it's far from Princess Calia.

It should have been temporarily imposed on him by a direct descendant of Deathwing, and the casting time would not exceed one day.

It's for you, no doubt about it. "

Black nodded, thinking that Onyxia, the female black dragon, was really persistent, but she obviously didn't understand the serious consequences of casually tracking a master assassin.

It seems like she needs to be "taught a lesson".

“Is it possible to calibrate consciousness physically?”

Black asked again, and Xal'atath replied:

"Okay, a few hard blows to the head will be enough to dispel this confusion, but don't beat him to death."

"Don't worry, I'm a professional at beating people up."

The pirate laughed, clenched his fist, and punched Auriden in the forehead.

With a pop, the Major fell to the ground with his eyes closed.

Black took the little fish man out and threw it next to Auriden. He made a gesture and said:

"beat him!"

"Quack!"

The little murloc, who had put on a warrior outfit today, rolled up his sleeves excitedly and pulled out a magic stick from his bag.

He also grabbed it with both hands and swung it like a golf ball. After finding the feeling, the bad fishman hit the unconscious Oridon head and face.

What a beating.

Half an hour later, Oridon woke up and resumed his military demeanor while wiping his nosebleed, sitting next to Blake, and loudly cursed his "fiancée."

"I knew it! That bitch of the Presto family has bad intentions! She usually ignores me, but today she made tea for me with her own hands.

The most shameful thing is that I was so dizzy for a moment that I actually drank it, damn it! What a disgrace. "

The major wiped his cheeks in the mirror and quickly put his appearance in order.

The little murloc was measured and did not punch this guy in the face, so it did not leave any obvious trauma.

"You have to be careful of the Presto family's methods. This time is just a warning. You cannot relax for a moment when dealing with them."

Blake sat next to him, crossing his legs and holding the wine bottle.

On the table next to him, the drunkard fishman who had "exercised" his body severely was sitting on the table, holding a large glass of wine and enjoying his meal.

"Count Barov's warning is right. The Priesto family is no longer the Alterac noble family it used to be. Their family members have been taken over by dark things."

Auriden said to Blake in a serious tone:

"The old count found me a few days ago, just before the palace caught fire.

He said that the Barov family is willing to fully support me, but the premise is that after Marshal Lothar enters Alterac, he must take the opportunity to eliminate all traces of the Pristo family in the country.

He also took out the letters he had communicated with Lord Davar more than ten years ago as evidence, explaining to me that the current Lord Davar is no longer the indecisive little lord he once was. "

"I see. No wonder the ancient family behaved so strangely in the political situation in Alterac. It seems that apart from the seizure of their family territory, their stay in Caer Lunda was also to avoid disaster.

As expected of the Alterac Voldemort, they do know these local things very well. "

The pirate narrowed his eyes. After thinking for nearly half a minute, he said to Auriden, who was looking forward to his opinion:

"Does the Barov family really have evidence that proves that the Pristo family has been 'replaced'?"

"might have."

Auriden replied and hurriedly explained: "The old guy is very cunning. He claimed that he would not reveal this information unless I agreed to join forces.

After the fire in the Alterac Palace, he guessed that there was support behind me.

So he sent me a letter, took the initiative to join Marshal Lothar's side, and kept inviting me to discuss 'big things' in secret. However, I suspected that the bitch next to me had been spying on me, so I didn't take time to go to the appointment. "

Blake nodded and said:

"There are still three days before the marriage of Lord Daval and Princess Calia. You must go to Kellonda yourself and find out the evidence in the hands of the Barov family.

Negotiate the compensation for the joint in advance.

I want the Nanhai Town land deed in the hands of their family. This is non-negotiable! Finally, it is important to hold onto your identity when negotiating with them. "

"identity?"

Auriden asked doubtfully: "As the commander of the Alterac army? Or as the descendant of the Perenold family? Or as your envoy?"

"No! Why can't you let go of this pattern? How can you do big things in the future if you are so petty?"

Black glared at Auriden and said with emphasis:

"As the King of Alterac, go talk to your future vassal! What do you think the "big deal" the Barov family wants to talk to you about?"

Auriden's breathing suddenly stagnated, and then his mind suddenly became clear.

yes!

First, ask the master to take action and expel the Priesto family.

When the Frostwolf orcs were expelled by the Alliance army, only their own army and the Barov family would be left in the entire Alterac territory. The orc assassins under the master had taken advantage of the chaos and cut off other branches of the royal family.

He is now the last heir of the Perenold family.

I have an unparalleled strong claim!

King of Alterac!

The wish that I have always buried deep in my heart has only the last step left!

Yes

As long as the Priest family, which has now been identified as problematic, is expelled...

Ah, this is what the old guy from the Barov family said in his letter about "discussing important matters together"!

O'riden slapped his forehead hard, thinking: As a soldier, he is still not good at politics.

"understand?"

Blake saw Auriden's expression and sighed:

"I've said it all. If you still don't understand, I'm going to find a way to change your mind. But your behavior now makes me very doubtful. Even if I really put you on the throne, you can fight against Barov. A group of foxes?"

Auriden thought about this question for a while. He didn't have to pretend anything in front of the master. After all, he was a "friend of the poor and the humble", so he sighed and shook his head.

He said that he really didn’t have the confidence to play politics with this group of Millennium Family members.

A few seconds later, his eyes changed again, and he whispered to Blake:

"or…"

He raised his hand and made a downward motion, his eyes flashing coldly.

"Not now. How are you going to govern the country without them? With the few people you have, you can't even form a military government. Without the support of many small lords, your throne will not be stable at all."

Blake rubbed his chin. He suddenly remembered something and said softly:

"I remember you said last time that the Barov family intends to marry a slut, their legitimate daughter, to you. Now you are qualified to marry them to gain support...

How about sacrificing yourself for the great cause? "

"It's nothing to marry a slut for the sake of the throne! Anyway, the bitches of the Priest family use me as a tool."

Auriden didn't hesitate for a second. He clenched his fists and said without hesitation:

"Done!"

"good!"

Blake also extended his thumb again and praised:

"I'm not wrong about you, you are indeed someone who does great things!"