Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Whoosh

Ten minutes after the ruins burned, a flare flew into the sky. Blake, who was cruising in the shadows, saw the red fireworks, which meant that the nearby Alliance troops were already heading here.

They will be responsible for finishing off the remaining Horde rout.

In these ten minutes, Blake did not stop walking or assassinating, but he had been carefully sensing his surroundings, more carefully than ever before.

Can you confirm that Garona Harfoulson is nearby?

Blake moved in the shadows and asked:

Although if my memory is correct, at this time, Garona did escape from the guard of Blackstone Warlord Treyig, but with her action style.

Now the legendary half-orc assassin should have gone to Quel'Thalas and planned to assassinate Gul'dan, right?

I'm sure.

The weak Sephiel had just received a few more snacks, and she answered with the sound of chewing food:

“On this timeline, I am responsible for the time points from one year to six years from the Dark Portal. This is the first task I accepted from the Time Legion.

I'm very attentive.

But I don’t have the ability of an adult bronze dragon to traverse the timeline. In order to better maintain the order of time, I marked all the important characters in this time period in advance.

Just a reminder.

This makes it easier for me to find them when something goes wrong, and to observe whether any of the 'troublemakers' have interfered with their experience.

So, I noticed when these important people were around me.

Wait, Troublemaker?

Blake's walking footsteps suddenly stopped. He savored the words in Sephiel's words. After a few seconds, he asked:

At this point in time, you haven't seen the Eternal Dragon appear, right?

Eternal Dragon?

Sephiel asked suspiciously:

What is that? It sounds like the name of a kind of dragon. Why have we seen them?

Sure enough, the time has not yet come.

Blake grinned, with a smile on his face like a fox that had stolen a chicken, and he said:

For you magical bronze dragons, the flow of time is flat. You can see the past, present and future at the same time. You are simply like high-dimensional creatures in my understanding.

But even you.

In the field that I am good at, there are also mysterious forces at work that I don't understand.

I'm not going to tell you what they are now.

But I will tell you.

They're not your typical little 'timeline troublemakers', don't worry, you'll see them soon and hopefully you won't cry when you do.

Okay, let's focus on Garona.

The pirate looked around in the shadows. As he left the chaotic ruins and walked into the dense forest not far away, he asked:

Can you confirm Garona's location?

You think too much of me.

Sephiel said helplessly:

I'm just a young dragon, and I can only sense that she's nearby by relying on the beacons left behind, but that's a legendary assassin. If she wants to hide, I won't be able to find her at all.

I can only tell you that she seems to be very interested in you and is approaching you, but I can't sense the specific location.

The shadow loved her so much.

The shadows are actively protecting her. Compared with her silent footsteps, every step you take in the shadows is as obvious as the sound of war drums.

She's not interested in me.

Blake did not get angry because of Sephiel's sarcasm. He said calmly:

She probably saw the Blade of the Sword Master in my hand, and she recognized Sankesu. Sure enough, Granny Pasonia and Muradin's warnings were right.

It is indeed too risky to carry this thing with you.

But you're not giving it up, are you?

Sephiel seemed to want to argue with Black, she said:

“You see it as a trump card.

This is indeed the case. In a battle where you can defeat the enemy in an instant, as long as you are given a chance to draw your sword, with Sankesu in your hand, there will be too few people in the world who can stop you from assassinating.

In the case of insufficient strength, relying on such a weapon is indeed a very clever strategy.

But it doesn't work on all creatures.

For example, Garona now also has the legendary blade in her hand, and in her eyes, you are no more than a child who is unable to protect himself.

When she emerged from the shadow in front of Lothar, Pasonia and other powerful people, and assassinated King Llane Wrynn on his throne, I was watching from the side.

Not only did she successfully complete the assassination, she was also able to escape unscathed from the pursuit of legends.

That's something you can't even think about now.

Blake nodded.

He didn't argue.

Ten seconds later, he entered the shadow of the dense forest, among the trees so quiet that he could almost hear the heartbeat. He threw out the hook and jumped onto the branch.

Squatting there, he looked around and whispered:

It is true that Garona can easily kill me ten times before I fight back, but so what? I am an assassin, and she is just a dog with a chain around her neck.

She was a weapon created by Gul'dan.

She was still seeking pathetic hope and freedom, but she knew very well that before Gul'dan died, she, a little bitch, had no chance of getting any extravagant freedom.

And the best thing is.

Gul'dan's death could never be accomplished by her hands!

She can't even get close to her 'master', this is what she calls 'resistance'.

Hiding in the darkness, praying for disaster to befall Gul'dan. After the great warlock died because of others, she dared to show up boldly and claim that she had completed her revenge.

Claiming to have won freedom.

Pitiful!

The first half of this voice was still a silent whisper.

But the second half of the sentence has become a sound that spreads, just like a provocation, the content can be called vicious words, echoing in the forest, Blake is still in the shadow.

He took the initiative to reveal his location.

He was followed by a legendary assassin. Sephiel made it very clear that in the War of Shadows, it was impossible for Black to discover Garona in advance.

Whether to hide it or not is meaningless in this case.

The first mover advantage is always in Garona's hands.

She could attack at any time, or she could follow Blake from a distance, playing tricks on him like a clown.

If it were a bit worse, Garona Harfoulson, who was loved by the shadows, would be like a vicious cat. She could easily play Black to death.

Unless, let her take the initiative to come out of the shadows.

Like, now!

Shua

At the same moment as Blake's provocative words fell, an illusory figure appeared behind him. It was slender and taller than a human being, with scars of torture still remaining on its body.

And a pair of dexterous hands held two strange-shaped daggers.

Said it was a dagger.

It might be more appropriate to call it a dagger.

It is like a mixture of steel and bone, full of dark style, and there is a broken chain at the end of the dagger.

Its blade is recurved, like a cruel barb, with blood-red clan lines on it, as well as the dark magic of the warlocks and the aura from the more terrifying darkness.

It's not a glorious weapon.

Since their birth, these two daggers have been destined to sip pain and sorrow, and spread cruelty and despair. They have harvested too many innocent souls.

It's called Regicide.

Just from the name, you can tell that this thing was made for a purpose. Two years ago, in the hands of its owner, it fulfilled its mission perfectly.

Black was still in the shadows, but when the two daggers appeared, the shadows could no longer protect him.

Maybe the next moment, his neck will be chopped off.

Fortunately, the female assassin holding the dagger is an orc. Although she is a mixed-blood, she can still be considered an orc, and will be included in the category where the title orc's mortal enemy comes into effect.

Therefore, Blake sensed the fluctuation of the shadow a moment earlier than normal.

It's exactly what Seifer said.

The way Garona emerged from the shadows was just like the perfect splash made by the most skilled diver when entering the water, without any unnecessary fluctuations.

Compared to her, Blake's movement in and out of the shadows was about the same as the splash made by the Filipino Fish Fry Team.

This is no longer a matter of technique.

It's a matter of talent.

puff

The flash powder that had been held in his hand for a long time exploded. This good thing that Shore had used to save Blake's life showed its perfect value in this moment. The moment the magic material was spilled, the fluctuations in the shadow were forcibly suppressed.

This bought Black a negligible amount of time, allowing him to activate Shadow Step, disappear from the same place, and then reappear in the same place.

The difference is.

One second, Garona was behind him.

At this moment, he was behind Garona.

The flame blade Sankesu, which was black and had a matte-like blade, was held in reverse by Blake. He pushed the back of the blade with his right hand and accelerated towards Garona's neck.

Realizing that the assassination had failed, the legendary assassin was about to escape into the shadows in an instant. The shadow power, which was so indifferent to Black, was like a licking dog in front of Garona.

It is actively protecting this half-orc assassin.

Buzz

The tidal spell was activated, and the tide echoed in the ears of Blake and Garona at the same time. The special effect tidal impact has proven to be useless to the legend.

Their bodies, which have been tempered over time, are strong enough to resist this magical attack.

However, the reverberation of magic interfered with the shielding of the shadow, making Garona's action of escaping into the shadow ineffective. She was forced to choose to collide head-on with Blake, who had already made an assassination move.

The dark legendary daggers were intertwined on the blade that was struck by the flaming blade, and Blake felt the force on the blade being quickly swayed away.

His hands pressed down.

The blades of legendary weapons clashed, creating dazzling sparks.

Close!

Close! ! !

The black blade was just a little short of Garona's slender neck, and the tip of the blade had even grazed the skin of the half-orc assassin.

It only takes a moment.

Just one more minute of gentle pressure is all it takes.

Then, he saw the grin on the face in front of him.

Blake's heart sank.

Wow

The shadow oscillations broken by the tidal spell regrouped.

Like a broad reverberating cloak, it was draped around the Orc Assassin for an instant, making the legendary blade that was about to cut off her neck seem to have been inserted into a mass of endless reverberating mist.

It was obviously a hit.

But the last empty sound from the blade meant that the assassination counterattack failed.

puff

The orc's left foot kicked Black on the chest. The pirate's balance was destroyed and he was kicked off the branch. He rolled once in the air and staggered when he landed.

The black sword penetrated the ground and cut through the soil sharply.

After taking two steps back, Blake stood up with a knife in hand and rubbed his abdomen. There was a strange-shaped footprint on his black leather armor.

This last kick was obviously a waste of time.

If she could kick Blake.

It proves that she can also pierce his heart with the Kingslayer's twin swords.

The pirates lost.

But it’s nothing to be ashamed of.

The strengths of both sides are not at the same level at all.

The pirate raised his head, and Garona Haversen on the branch lowered her head. She stood in the shadow of the branch, with two strange daggers inserted back into the scabbards on her waist.

The orc raised his hand and touched his neck.

There was a small wound there, oozing blood.

She has a pair of blue eyes, which are different from other orcs. Well, they are very similar to Thrall's eyes, but there is obvious blood red in Nagara's eyes.

Not bloodshot.

More like some kind of beating spell.

I didn't mean to provoke you.

Blake put the legendary blade back into his bag, put his hands on his hips, and said to Garona above his head:

Those words just now were just to force you to show up. I want to ask you, are you following me for the sake of the Fire Blade Clan's inherited sword? Or for my head?

The glitter you used.

The legendary half-orc assassin standing in the shadow said in dry human language with a strange accent:

It's for Pasonia Shore's own use. I've seen her use it in Stormwind City. That woman is very powerful and very troublesome, but you are much worse. Are you her disciple?

Are you here to avenge your king?