Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Farad is not dead yet.

The flesh and blood on his body was scorched by shadow magic, his left eye was shot through, and his skull exploded. He was an elite who was strengthened by the extremely pure black dragon blood.

He has a tenacious vitality comparable to that of a giant dragon.

Even this terrifying fatal injury could not take away his life immediately, making him twitch like a fish thrown in the sun, as if he was suffocated.

This cannot be considered a lucky thing.

Not being able to die neatly means surviving to suffer more physical pain, as well as the "mental pollution" from the smelly pirates.

"You won, congratulations."

Lying in a pool of blood on the shattered ground, with a burning smell all over his body, Farad had a broken arrow shaft stuck in his left eye, and his right eye looked blankly at the sky.

After the shadow curtain collapsed, the light from the sky shone down along the torn gaps in the curtain.

Somewhat glaring.

But paired with the scattered corpses on the ruins, as well as the elite MI7 and Uncrowned assassins who helped each other leave the battlefield, there was a sense of silent tragedy.

Even John J. Kissane, once a tough guy and now an MI7 agent, is wearing his red turban and sitting on the corpse of a dwarf assassin.

In the battle just now, he lost an old friend.

There is a sad and bloody atmosphere here, and even the winner doesn't have much smile on his face.

The pirates looked at the battlefield that ended in front of them. Shaw was looking for trophies on Master Carlu's body. Black waved his hand, and the soul string longbow was thrown to Nathanos.

It was loaned to him temporarily.

This unlucky guy also has to help Lars Windrunner hunt for the sinews of an adult black dragon as a gift for him to win Windrunner's mother's "appreciation".

Fortunately, all the black dragons near Lordaeron are being driven around by blue dragons. Many black dragons are destined to die today. Relying on the favor of Little Star, Maris, who participated in the battle, received information from the victorious blue dragons. Asking for a black dragon tendon is not a big problem.

"I don't want to talk to you about Duke Jorach anymore. Let's talk about you."

The pirate stepped forward and sat down next to Farad, who was lying in a pool of miserable blood.

He reached out and took out a green healing stone and stuffed it into Farad's mouth, so that the dying man could at least complete the current conversation.

He asked:

"I'm curious, are you loyal to Ravenholdt, or are you loyal to yourself? Are you dedicating yourself to a certain belief? Or simply to complete a certain task?"

"Do you ask so many questions before you kill everyone?"

The weak master Farad, who had only one breath left, coughed up blood with difficulty and asked again:

"Or should I ask everything about me so that I can make an epitaph that suits my identity?"

“It’s not impossible if you want.

Pay me a deposit in advance, and I will definitely choose the best cemetery for you that suits your status. But I just asked this to see if I could recruit you. I suddenly found you very interesting.

I thought he was a lackluster black dragon lackey, but now I realize that I was wrong. An assassin who can say the word "glory", has a firm goal and ruthless methods is not hopeless.

Compared with the other two useless masters who died in my hands, you are as perfect as an angel.

So, I ask, how much does it cost to hire you to be a hero? How much are your funeral expenses? How much does it cost to buy your loyalty?

If we can negotiate a price, you can join my faction after kissing my ring, and you will become a very qualified second mentor of the Uncrowned.

I have so much to deal with right now that I'm overwhelmed with managing my faction. I urgently need a deputy who is as strong in execution as you and who can also take into account the grand strategy. "

"You want to recruit me? Even in this situation? Anyone can tell that I'm going to die."

Farad laughed a few times in a weird tone and said:

"I think our goals are not aligned."

"It's just a fatal injury. I have plenty of ways to treat you. If it doesn't work, just change your body. We, the warlocks of Nathalas Academy, are professionals in this regard.

As for the different goals, this is not a big problem.

The Uncrowned is a very inclusive organization. "

The pirate took out the dwarf's pipe, held it in his mouth, lit the tobacco with the fragments of Azzinoth, and said swornly:

"No matter what your goals and creed were before joining, after joining, you must follow the will and creed of the Uncrowned One. Your past is not important.

What matters is your future. "

He blew out a smoke ring, took out a blank Perfect Soul Stone, and tossed it up and down in his hand. The Eye of Kilrogg on his shoulder rotated to look at the seriously injured Master Assassin at his feet.

explain:

“I also know that it’s wrong to pry into other people’s secrets, but I really want to know your thoughts.

So, okay, tell me that you are willing to hand over the rest of your life to me, so that you can live and I can gain a good subordinate.

Or you can say 'no' to me.

Those will be your last words, and I will tell them to anyone who will listen.

For my sake, become a pirate.

With just a little time to learn, you will become famous throughout the Plunder Sea.

I promise. "

"Ahem"

Faced with Black's solicitation, Farad coughed several times with difficulty. Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, as if he had been injured, making his tone even weaker.

"Don't make me laugh. The wound hurts."

He whispered something, and slowly closed his right eye, like a person about to fall asleep, and said:

"Power is only one aspect, a trivial aspect."

The dying Farad didn't seem to care about Blake's crazy words. He said in a hoarse voice:

"My loyalty to the Duke does not simply come from the organizational dogma. He personally trained me back then. I have always been his most proud disciple. I learned from him and I believe in his ideas.

Only cruel chaos can give birth to real power.

Now Ravenholdt is a big tree that has grown too lush and mixed with fish and dragons. It needs to prune those rotten branches to allow the main trunk of the big tree to grow better.

I have been a part of this organization since I was a kid.

Ravenholdt's cause is not only the Duke's cause, but also a cause that I am willing to fight for. This is not a restriction imposed on me by anyone, but a recognition from the bottom of my heart.

Therefore, I refuse.

I made what I thought was the right judgment based on the situation, I chose my 'friends' carefully, I fulfilled my mission and tried to complete it with all my might.

I made a choice and I have to bear the consequences.

Although there is an 'accident' now because of you, and the black dragons will suffer heavy damage, I still don't see the possibility of Anduin Lothar's side winning.

You don't know who you are facing."

"Of course I do, and I'm sure there's no one in the world who knows it better than I do."

Black shook his head and did not intend to continue discussing the issue of Deathwing with Farad. He said to Farad regretfully:

"Your vision in choosing 'friends' is really not very good, and your pursuit of power is also quite blind. Lack of self-control greed, indiscriminate worship of authority, and blind and stupid loyalty are perhaps your biggest shortcomings.

I suddenly discovered that you are not so perfect.

You can even be said to be full of flaws, which makes my decision to kill you not so difficult after all. "

"Are you going to take action?"

Farad coughed a few times at the end, and his breathing became rapid, but it was not because of fear, but perhaps a kind of anger from the bottom of his heart, which forced him to question at the last moment:

"Blackshaw, no! Derek Proudmoore, we know who you are.

When Dailin foolishly used Ravenholdt's resources to investigate your life, the Duke and I had already guessed your connection with that family.

You hid everything well, you erased your past.

We don't have any evidence.

But I know that you are the dead prince.

You are also an abandoned soul who cannot go back to the past and can only linger in the shadows.

When you needed it most, we gave you a place to stay, we accepted you, and we hope you will make this your home, just like us.

Why do you have to destroy it?”

The question made the pirate hesitate.

He looked around, took off the pipe from the corner of his mouth, put his hand on Farad's heaving chest, approached the dying man who was breathing rapidly, and said softly:

"When an 'assassin' organization is so high-profile that even the kids in Goldshire know about you, then your existence is meaningless. In our line of work, it's better to keep a low profile.

Low profile means secret, and secret means deterrence.

Fame is not something I pursue, and I don't need others to respect me, nor do they need them to elevate me to the altar of assassins. I have no interest in ruling a decadent empire of shadow and crime.

What I want is simple.

I just need their fear.

I don't even dare to discuss the secrets of the assassins out loud every night. I am just bringing back the lost glory that you abandoned in the trash heap bit by bit.

In your words, what Ravenholdt needs is not some pruning, you need a fire, a fire to burn the old empire, turning the decayed things of the past into the fire of the ruins.

Burn away all the burden and glory and start from scratch.

Don't worry, man, I will complete this thing that you can't do. I am already advancing it. Now is the most important step, killing you old stubborn remnants one by one.

You are the third one.

Joraci Ravenholdt is next.

Your bones will pave a path of flesh and blood leading to the Assassin's Temple, and the Uncrowned One will eventually rise on your heads. "

"You are indeed a magical man, able to play with the dragon and us with applause. The Duke's praise for you is not groundless. You are much better than me and all the current assassin masters.

You are the true King of Shadows. "

Farad laughed, and before dying, he sighed:

"Ahem, who can imagine that more than half a year ago, you were still a pathetic rookie who was commanded by me."

"Well, don't forget, I killed an orc legend on my first mission."

Black pressed Farad's heaving chest with his left hand, pulled out the fragment of Azzinoth with his right hand, and placed it against the heart of the master assassin. He said:

"Besides, it's not just the dragon that I'm toying with.

If you go to Dalaran at a later time, you will know that sending the black dragons who are ambitious and talented but have too high a vision into a desperate situation is just the first of many big things I have to do today.

Breaking Ravenholdt's spine was only the second one.

I have a lot to do today.

I will let the entire Northern Xinjiang, the entire Eastern Continent, and even the entire world remember what I did today. They will know my name, they will hear about my deeds.

They will revile and fear me.

They will be frightened and stay away from me.

It's a pity that you are destined not to see the wonderful performances later.

Have you had a meal before coming here? After eating, get ready to hit the road. "

"Let's do it."

Farad said:

"On my epitaph, please write 'This is what happens to a failed assassin.'"

"This is great! If I weren't still far away from death, I would have wanted to keep it to myself."

Blake raised his chin and praised him with approval.

The flaming dagger was lowered, and the wrist was rotated in a circle, and a bloody beating heart fell into the palm of his hand. The burning heat in his arms was surging, and the pirate dropped it on his warlock professional experience slot without even looking at it.

Finally, the second career level was reached.

But the pirate was not as excited as when the pirate profession was at full level. He poured shadow magic into the heart in his hand, squeezed out the blood, and threw it into the magic bag.

Such a heart strengthened by the blood of the black dragon may be made into a good magic jewelry.

"He dedicated everything to his cause, and after the fierce battle, he gained the eternal tranquility as an assassin. His power was passed on to me through his death, turning into firewood to burn and light up the way forward in the darkness.

He's gotten everything he wanted.

If the Assassins had a Kingdom of Shadows, he would surely have a place in it. "

The pirate drew out the legendary sword from his waist, turned around, and looked behind him. In the originally empty place, there was a faint wind blowing the blood-stained dust in the ruins.

"So, uninvited guest, why do you appear in front of me? What service can I provide you?"

"You're carrying something that doesn't belong to you, Black Shaw."

A low human language with a slight accent sounded in front of the pirate as the hidden man appeared.

It was an orc with his upper body naked, wearing leather armor like a battle group, with a huge blood-red elemental rosary on his neck, and a worn-out Fire Blade battle flag on his back.

He tied his white hair into a ponytail behind his head, with a white beard and slender eyebrows raised like sharp swords.

This orc is holding a heavy elemental sword that is very similar to the Flame Blade Sankesu, and has two slender one-handed knives stuck in his waist. At this moment, he is staring at the pirate in front of him with his sharp eyes like a hawk.

He said:

"Hand over the Blade of the Sword Master. I am crossing two worlds. This is why I am here!"

"Samuro"

Blake squinted his eyes under the helmet, moved his neck, and said with a bit of surprise:

"Ha, I knew that grabbing things casually would bring me trouble one day, but I didn't expect that this knife could actually lead to a 'hidden figure' like you.

What an unexpected surprise!

The last time I fought with Old Dar, he was already on the verge of death, and I am weak and cannot fully understand the subtleties of the sword master's way. I have long heard that you are the most talented supreme sword master of the Burning Blade clan.

Give it a try today. "

The pirate took out the Flame Blade Sankesu, put it on his shoulder, inserted the legendary sword back into his waist, raised his hand and hooked his fingers at Samuro.

explain:

"You want my knife? OK!"

"Catch up with me first."