Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Blake Shaw!"

Seeing the pirate appear in the shadows, the master assassin Farad, whose assassination was foiled, spoke his name in a tone that was mixed with disgust, exclamation and helplessness.

But the pirate ignored him.

The Eye of Kilrogg on his shoulder rotated, looking at Varian Wrynn and Lothar with his arms hanging down beside him, and he said:

"Take him away, to Faol or the blue dragon. Don't go to Dalaran, it will be over soon."

"Don't you need help?"

Varian had always heard of Black's exploits.

But this was his first real meeting and interaction with Blake. Faced with the pirate's persuasion, the young king glanced at the sword in his hand, then at the fierce battle in the shadows around him, and said:

"I don't trust those dragons. I think it might be safer for the marshal to stay here."

"I'm not talking to you, young man, why are you interrupting? Adults talk, children shut up!"

Blake replied rudely.

Varian was stunned, and Lothar was also dumbfounded.

The old marshal didn't say much. He grabbed Varian's shoulders and left outside the shadow curtain, escorted by a team of MI7 agents.

Lothar has cooperated with Black to complete today's "hunt".

After bringing out the last two faction masters of Ravenholdt who were deeply hidden, Black will also abide by the "agreement" and help the old marshal solve the threat from assassins.

As for Lothar's troubles in other areas,

He didn't pay the stingy and greedy pirates, so the old marshal had to deal with those things himself.

Farad did not stop Lothar and Varian from leaving. With Black, the master assassin, appearing, even with his strength enhanced by dragon blood, it would be difficult to successfully complete the assassination.

And his partner, Master Kallu, has been trapped by Shore and Nathanos.

The battle between the old masters and the new stars is very fierce, and there is still no hope of either side winning steadily.

In this shadow curtain that was constructed with dark magic and encompassed an entire dark alley block, there were blade collisions in the darkness everywhere, and there was bloodshed and screams of pain everywhere.

In this bloody "fight" in the dark enclosure, the assassins of the four factions fought silently for their own morality.

No one retreated.

In the center of the battlefield, Black and Farad were also ready to fight.

At their level in assassination, unless there is a fatal weakness that the opponent can grasp, the outcome of every life-and-death battle will be difficult to predict.

The victory or defeat of the master assassin is always determined by a few thrilling moments.

"Before we go all out and try to take each other out, I have one last question."

Amidst the sounds of fighting around him, Blake whispered:

"Granny Shore told me that the Duke disappeared a few months ago, and everyone thought you were leading the internal rebellion, which I initially thought.

But then I discovered that that didn't seem to be the case.

You are just an executor.

The real planner and leader is the 'missing' Jorach Ravenholdt. He is presiding over all this behind the scenes. He is the one who least wants to see Lothar settle the seven kingdoms and reunite the power of the empire. .

He hopes that human civilization will continue to maintain its current state of division and unity.

Only in this way can Ravenholdt exist for a long time in the cracks of chaos, absorb nutrients and thrive under the shadow of civilization. Alas, I am really too dull sometimes.

So, my question is, where is the 'Duke' who orchestrated all of this? What is the relationship between him and the black dragon?

Did he, like you, take refuge in those arrogant fools? "

"Don't use the word 'take refuge', we are just cooperating with them."

Farad's figure flashed and he jumped behind the pirate with his shadow step.

The speed was so fast that the Eye of Kilrogg on the pirate's shoulder could not catch it, but this fatal backstab still missed. Black moved one step ahead, missing the blade by a hair.

A whirlwind of swords was set off during the rotation, and Farad, who was about to escape into the shadows, was involved in it.

The latter used his shadow cloak to forcefully absorb the blow of Blade Storm, but the moment the two of them actually fought, he was forced to judge by the imprisoned blade and was forced to enter a dizzy state where he lost his vision for a second.

Facing the flaming dagger stabbed by the pirates, a certain magical accessory on Farad's body was activated, allowing him to disappear into the shadows the moment he escaped from imprisonment.

In the first wave of contact, Farad's skills were completely at a disadvantage when faced with the pirates' unreasonable watchman tactics.

His voice came out faintly in the shadows around him, continuing the topic just now:

“Only guys like Conn and Maclos who are old, frail, and fearful of death will sincerely serve the Black Dragon as their master.

They and I are just taking what we need. "

This answer made the pirate raise his eyebrows.

His endless hunting was activated, and any fluctuations in every inch of space around him would be captured by him. While searching for Farad in the shadows, he said in a brisk tone:

"You are really playing a big game. You colluded with the black dragon so secretly. Aren't you afraid that after the other giant dragons kill the black dragon, they will come back and destroy you?"

"Don't be afraid, the Duke has a way to calm their anger."

Farad, who seemed to be in several different places at the same time, replied:

"He's been working on that lately."

"Understood! I know his method. What a smart strategy. Bet on the dragon army and the black dragon at the same time, so that no matter which side wins, you can have a way out."

Blake nodded.

The next moment, his ears twitched.

The moon blade in his hand whizzed towards his side, and the whistling moon blade whirled towards the assassin master walking in the shadows. The pirate's figure also disappeared from the place at the same time.

"What about you? Farad. Your choice to accept the power of the black dragon means that you will become the enemy of all dragons and dragonborns in the future. If it is just for the pursuit of power, this choice would be too reckless."

Before he could finish his sentence, the master assassin was forced out of stealth by the double attacks of the whirling moon blade and the dancing leaping sword.

After activating the simple and crude special effects of the legendary sword, Farad was forced to dodge and retreat by the pirates with astonishing attack speed. In just three seconds of fighting, Black poked six holes in his body.

The black dragon-grade armor on his body was also scratched to pieces by the scorching fragments of Azzinoth.

The three evil fire elements summoned by the magic power rushed towards Farad with their claws and teeth, and ignited the place where the assassin master was with flying flames.

However, the weapon in Farad’s hands is definitely extraordinary.

This long and short dagger obviously has the effect of destroying demons. After Farad was forced to launch the high-level assassin's stunt killing feast, it only took three movements to blast the core of the evil fire element into pieces.

But when he moved towards Black for the fourth time, the pirate raised his hand and struck down with a Shadow Fury. The shadow magic covered the surroundings and forcibly interrupted the killing feast of rapid displacement and assassination.

Blake flicked his fingers, and warlock magic such as fatigue curse, corrosion, sacrifice, demon seed, etc. were applied to Farad, causing the latter's speed to slow down for an instant, and then appeared in front of Farad in a flash, raising his long Sword, a shadow strike forward.

"puff"

The warp cutter penetrated the Assassin Master's armor and waist and abdomen, but the muscles in the wound were so tight that not only did no blood flow out, but Black's weapon was stuck in it.

"Snapped"

Farad's hand clasped the pirate's left wrist. Under the full-covering visor, his tone remained calm and cold:

"Got you!"

"But what's the use?"

At the same time, the cold double-barreled shotgun was pressed against Farad's chin. Black said:

"Catching me doesn't mean defeating me. This is just the beginning. Don't worry, we haven't finished talking yet. I'll start asking about the next topic."

"boom"

Four bullets with super high impact were fired from the muzzle, causing Farad's head to rise and his whole face to be bloody. The huge impact at zero distance made the master assassin roll backwards.

But the pirate's left wrist also made a crisp sound.

Savarik's shield collapsed in an instant, and the bones of his hand, which had not yet entered the transcendent realm, were forcibly dislocated by the master assassin's fingers covered with black dragon scales.

This is because the magic shield offsets part of the damage. If the opponent's power is fully exerted, the pirate's arm may be torn off by Farad in front of him.

The long-lost pain made the pirate's face twitch under his helmet.

But on the surface, he was still as steady as an old dog. It seemed that the pain just now didn't exist. He just moved his other hand and broke back the dislocated fingers one by one.

Farad did not rush forward to fight.

The results of the two rounds of confrontation told him that in a battle in human form, he was no match for Black in terms of skills or shadow affinity.

His combat experience is better than that of the pirates, but unfortunately this is not enough to win the victory. If he wants to keep the stinky pirates here, he must use his newfound power.

So black scales were covering him, and his bones and flesh were mutating, as if some kind of "battle seal" had been released, making Farad's breathing become heavier.

The pirate threw another healing stone into his mouth, glanced at the "disabled, slightly injured" status that appeared on the character card, and then glanced at the changing master assassin in front of him.

The latter information was projected in front of the pirates through reconnaissance:

Name: "Hand of Ravenholdt"/"Assassin Master" Farad

Race: Human/Half-Dragon

Common profession: Level 60 Assassin·Elite/Level 60 Rogue·Elite

Legendary Class: Level 8 Shadow Blade

Endless hunting·Weakness discovery:

The black dragon imitates the natural transformation of the druid and bestows the power of the dragon on its followers through the blood of the black dragon. Farad is the leader among the descendants of the black dragon.

He can already manipulate the dragonborn's power to change into different forms to adapt to different combat environments.

In the dragon form, Farad will be regarded as a [Legendary Race], with complete dragon power suppression, but it will take time for the dragon's power to be perfectly integrated with his fighting style as an assassin.

This may be a weakness that can be exploited.

"Click"

Blake chewed the healing stone which tasted disgusting in his mouth.

He squinted his eyes and raised his head to look at Farad, who had completed his dragon transformation in front of him. The latter had turned into a behemoth that was more than five meters tall and could not see the human form at all.

"Blake Shaw, you are amazing and outstanding in every aspect.

The Duke admires you very much, and I was also very jealous of you for a time, until the Duke showed me your plan. With the entire Ravenholdt intelligence system in full operation, we barely pieced together the secrets of your mission to the Church of the Holy Light and Alteran. We are guessing your purpose of coming to Dalaran.

We spied on some and used your plan to use your hand to eliminate the weak ones who must be eliminated from the League of Assassins. "

Farad completed his transformation and said in a sincere tone:

"You can join us. You are also a master assassin. As long as we join forces, we can bring the corrupt Ravenhore back to the right track, and you will also enjoy supreme status in the entire underground world.

No matter what you are after!

Wealth, fame, status, we can give it all to you!

Your potential and abilities deserve this kind of recognition.

Your dark wisdom can easily sweep away the entire world, and only those who survive this round of chaotic sifting can continue to share the glory of Ravenholdt. "

"Haha, how ridiculous, you actually think there is any 'glory' in a group of assassins who kill people for money!"

The pirate laughed and looked around. In the shadow curtain created by the black dragon's magic, he moved his shoulders comfortably, and absorbed a huge amount of magic power from the Skull of Gul'dan and poured it into his body.

The shadow storm that had appeared in the Silver Pine Forest reappeared, and Farad's heart beat a little faster.

He once again realized that something was wrong, and swung his huge dragon claw and smashed it hard at the shadow storm in front of him.

The surging magic storm was easily torn apart.

But the magic power after the blast turned into large flying black bats with blood-red eyes, and smashed into Farad's ugly and arrogant half-dragon head.

Then he swept back amidst the noisy sound of many wings flapping, forming the figure of the demonized Black in mid-air. The jet-black Nasrezim wings spread out behind him, supporting the pirate's figure.

He looked down at Farad below, as if pronouncing a sentence, and said:

"When you decide to sell your skills to anyone just to make a living, you have become the lowest existence in my eyes.

You have successfully reduced the image of assassins in people's minds to that of thieves and pickpockets, and completely destroyed the name assassin and the style and meaning it represents.

And the ‘size’ and ‘reputation’ that Ravenholdt is so proud of are worthless in my opinion!

It's too old.

It's too decadent.

Every time I come into contact with you, I can hear the groans of overwhelm coming from this bloated and rancid system, wailing and begging me to help you free yourself. "

Blake, who unleashed his demonic form wantonly, raised his claws to the sky, held something in his hand, and controlled it by throwing it downwards.

In the dark green fire that surged up in the sky, the three-headed hellfire demon turned into a meteorite. It was summoned from the twisted void with the innate magic of the Dread Lord, and slammed into the shadow that isolated the inside and outside where he was. In the curtain.

"The world doesn't need so many heroes! Likewise, it doesn't need so many self-righteous assassins. After killing you, I will go and have a talk with His Excellency the Duke.

I told him the last time we met.

People should serve the elderly and leave opportunities to young people.

It seems that he didn't listen and doesn't intend to give up his throne, so there is no need to talk. Besides, asking me to pay a loyalty commission is very expensive, and you can't afford to hire me.

You are not so naive as to think that an ambitious man like me would be willing to be inferior to others, right? "

Blake shouted in pure devilish language:

"I'm a pirate! I'm a warlock!

What I want, I will take back with my own hands.

And you, you think you have figured out my fighting style, but after you realize that fighting with skills has no advantage, you will use this brute force and violent attitude to crush this insect like me.

Not a bad plan.

But the problem is, just like you, I hide some ‘little secrets’ that are harmless to humans and animals.

You transformed yourself from a skilled master assassin into a poor dragon warrior, and you also tried to challenge a noble spellcaster as a warrior.

Oh, my poor Farad, you are really humiliating yourself in ways I can never imagine. "