Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 53 52. Replay of old tricks

   "Then, according to what you said, Mr. Black, when the dragon-mawed orcs were driving the red dragon, those dragons basically wouldn't resist, right?"

   In the corner of the palace garden, Lord Davar Prestor, holding a wine glass, listened very carefully, he acted like a real naturalist.

   is more than just listening to what happened to Black in the waters of Khaz Modan.

   also asks some detailed questions from time to time, as if he is really helping the alliance military and collecting information about the orcs of the Dragonmaw clan.

   "Load! Keep loading!"

  Black nodded with a serious look, and at the same time complained about the actor in front of him.

   He knew the true identity of the person in front of him.

   In fact, Black decided to come to Lordaeron for the sake of the Lord Davar in front of him. He received treatment from His Majesty Fao, and that was just an extra benefit.

  Bronze Dragon Sefiel is hunting him this time remnant.

   It will not give up.

   And Black also warned the young dragon that if it came again, it would kill him.

   Pirates are not bluffing.

   The handsome human noble in front of him was the deadly trap he prepared for the bronze dragon.

  If it really comes. Then it won't leave. No one can save it from this special creature in front of me, not even Nozdormu, the King of Time!

   "Well, it seems that all the rumors about the Dragonmaw clan are true."

  After listening to Black's story, Lord Dawar rubbed his chin and said with a serious face:

   "From what I've read about dragons, they're not creatures that give in easily, their will is as strong as their strength.

   The orcs must have something evil that can control the red dragon. Maybe it's an artifact or something. The information you provide is very important, Mr. Black.

   I had to sort them out.

   Then report these to the kings and marshals, and if we can, we must organize a raid to get the artifact back from the orcs. "

   His methodical plan was:

   "Perhaps after we suppressed the orcs on the frontal battlefield, we should select some elites, such as warriors like you, and invite the mages of Dalaran to join the battle.

   Maybe one or two warriors from the warriors of the alien race can be selected and added to them. "

   "I would be happy to serve the Alliance, Mr. Lord."

   Black coughed and suggested:

   "But the interior of Grim Batol, the abandoned dwarven city occupied by the dragonmaw orcs, is too complicated, and we must contact the Wildhammer dwarves before the operation begins.

   It would be great if they could provide a guide. "

   "Well, that's true."

   Lord Davar nodded with satisfaction, he said to Black:

   "Your suggestion is very important, I will design an operation with it, and I will definitely invite you, Mr. Black. Ah, look at my clumsiness, I have lost too much of your time.

   I should not disturb the rest of the warriors.

  Although you are indifferent to fame and fortune, as a young person, you still learn to enjoy life. Trust me, as long as you say who you are, there will be many enthusiastic ladies at this banquet tonight who will be willing to spend the Spring Dinner with you.

  They won't even care about your burns, they'll reward the heroes of the league in another way.

  You don’t have to be restrained, let alone refuse.

   This is also one of the intentions of His Majesty the King to invite them to the court today. "

   After making a cryptic remark, the laughing Lord Daval politely saluted Black and was about to leave. But he was stopped by Blake, there was a hesitant light in the pirate's eyes, he approached the lord and said softly:

   "One more thing, I don't know if it will help you, Mr. Daval.

  Actually, not only did I encounter a dragon in the Khaz Modan waters, but in the hilly area, about half a month ago, on my way to Dunhold Castle, I also saw a dragon. "

"Um?"

   Lord Davar was stunned for a moment, and he immediately asked in a serious tone:

   "A dragon? In the heart of the hills? Are you kidding me, Mr. Black?"

   "No, I swear I saw it."

  The pirate said with a serious face:

   "It was one evening, and I saw the shadow of the dragon passing over the Wall of Thoradin, it was flying very high, and it was not like the red dragons I had ever seen.

   It was heading northwest, which was the direction of Lordaeron. "

   "A dragon flying towards Lordaeron? Interesting."

   Davarmo rubbed his chin, took a sip of his drink, and asked again:

   "You said it's not the same as the red dragon you've seen? What's the difference?"

   "I don't know how to describe it either. As you can see, I'm not a naturalist, I'm just an ordinary assassin, and I don't know much about dragons."

  Black scratched at the hood, and with a puzzled expression he said:

   "It is smaller than the red dragon, and the light emitted by the scales in the setting sun is not as red as flames, but as shiny as metal.

  I once suspected that I was wrong, Mr. Davar, you seem to know a lot about dragons. Did you know that there are dragons with bronze scales in this world? "

"Have."

   Lord Prestor glanced at Black, and a different kind of light flashed in his eyes.

He says:

   "According to some ancient books of the high elves, there are many kinds of dragons in Azeroth, and there are five-colored dragon legions active in the world as guardians.

   There are also some subspecies of dragons, I don't know all of them.

   But if you describe it well, what you see should be a bronze dragon.

   That is a group. How to say it. "

  Lord Dawar's left hand moved a bit, which seemed to represent the change in his mood at this time. He took a sip of wine, as if he had lost interest in talking.

He says:

   "It's a bunch of people who live alone, ignore the changes in the world, and are very annoying. Well, it's surprising that they can actually appear in the Lordaeron area."

   "Perhaps for something? A treasure?"

  Black acted like an ordinary person who heard the story of the giant dragon, he guessed and said:

   "Perhaps they were also controlled by orcs and came to attack us?"

   "You don't need to worry about this, Mr. Black, we've talked enough tonight. Next, please enjoy the dinner time."

   Lord Davar became a little colder.

   He raised his glass to Blake for the last time, said goodbye in a gentle but distant tone, and turned back to the group of nobles who were feasting.

   As if Blake had provided the information he needed, it had lost value in his eyes.

   "What a cruel person."

  The pirates didn't care.

   He threw the wine glass in his hand into the flowers, and finally glanced at Lord Davar Prestor who was chatting with a noble lady, took another step back, and entered into stealth.

   quickly left the garden.

   What he should do and what he can do has been done.

The    trap has been laid, and now it's time to throw the bait. When leaving, the identity information of the noble gentleman just now rolled around in Blake's memory.

   Lord Davar Prestor.

   From Alterac, he is not as small as he modestly claims to be.

   In fact, he is an important figure in the entire northern Xinjiang political circle.

   He has long sleeves and is good at dancing. He appeared in the northern border many years ago, and quickly set up a huge network of relationships in the upper layers of the human kingdom. His influence is quite large.

The most direct example of    is that four or five years ago, in the face of the news that Stormwind Kingdom was attacked by orcs, when the northern kingdom was discussing whether to send troops to help, it was Lord Prestor who declared that the orcs were just "little troubles".

   He almost single-handedly stopped the Northern Border's assistance to Stormwind Kingdom. Then, after Stormwind Kingdom was destroyed, Lord Dawar "repented" again.

   transformed himself into an extreme hawk.

   This earned him more prestige again.

   Marshal Lothar can successfully take charge of the human coalition, and the human kingdom can unite to resist to the end.

   In addition to the wonderful speech given by Mr. Turalyan, the pastor of Fao's disciple, at the King's Council, the noble who was hiding behind the scenes also mediated and made great efforts.

   But all the gorgeous names and the power that can be said to cover the sky with one hand are not important to Lord Davar.

   These mean nothing to him.

   As long as this nobleman is willing, he can completely destroy the entire court in an instant. Destroy the entire Lordaeron, even the entire northern border, and even the entire eastern continent.

  The war between the human kingdom and the orcs is nothing but entertainment in his spare time.

   He is a dragon hidden in the human world.

   One of the most powerful black dragon kings born in Azeroth in history, one of the most dangerous creatures in Azeroth, and one of the masterminds behind the war between humans and orcs.

   He is playing a "role-playing" game with the ants.

   He enjoyed it.

   He has another unknown name.

   He likes to call himself Deathwing, the Destroyer of Destiny.

   His camouflage skills are extremely perfect, the legendary priest of Pope Fao, and the legends in the banquet hall, are so close, they can't find his details at all.

   But Blake knows history.

   He knew Davar's identity and his powers, he knew all the stories of Deathwing and his destiny in life.

   He knew his character traits and psychological weaknesses.

   He knew the purpose of his lurking in the human court.

   He knew everything about Deathwing, he knew it even better than the Black Dragon King himself.

   Thus, this power can be used by him.

   Just be careful, don't get caught by this dangerous person like a god, just like now, a small disclosure, lay a foreshadowing, dig a pit, and lay a trap.

   Just like at Dunhold Castle, the bait is spilled and the trick is repeated.

   But this time, it's no longer the previous petty fight, but a real murder with a knife.

—

   "Jaina, Jaina, I was wrong."

   In the sound of the child's running footsteps, the boy's anxious voice sounded with a few traces of apology. He seemed to be calling for his friend, but he couldn't get a response.

   It was a boy in a gorgeous little hunting suit, with a short sword around his waist, blond hair, and a blue cloak, dressed like a little warrior.

   He was running, followed by anxious attendants.

   His name is Arthas Menethil. He is the prince of Terenas II, the current king of Lordaeron, and the future prince of the kingdom.

   "Stay away from me! Arthas, you bastard, I hate you!"

   In front of him, wearing a blue skirt, there is also a little girl with blond hair, who is running without looking back with the corner of the skirt, and there are traces of crying on her face.

   "Hey, I didn't mean to talk about your brother, I was wrong, don't run away."

  The little prince apologized while chasing after his good friend, but the little princess ignored him at all.

  People have the qualifications to play a temper.

  The identity of the little princess is not ordinary.

   Her name is Jaina Proudmoore, the most powerful country in the ocean, the princess of Kul Tiras Kingdom, the youngest daughter of Daelin and the jewel in the palm.

   There is no difference in identity between the two.

   "Jaina, I really didn't mean to."

   After all, the little boy walked faster and quickly caught up with his friend. He took Jaina's hand and apologized childishly, but Jaina didn't like this.

   She is from Kul Tiras, and has a naturally brave side in her character, and Arthas, a nasty bastard, dared to mention his brother who died in a heroic battle just now.

   This undoubtedly touched the sadness of the little princess.

  As Arthas approached, she stretched out her hands and gave a shove, pushing the little prince to the ground. She took another step back.

   As a result, one of them lost his footing and fell down the stairs screaming.

  In the corner of the garden, Blake, who was in the shadows, felt a strange emotion in his heart, and the shadow step started at this moment.

"Snapped"

   The screaming little Jaina fell into a warm embrace. She opened her eyes and saw a mysterious person wearing a mask and a long hood, and the smoke of the shadow was escaping from her body.

   The man was blinking at her, and there seemed to be light in his eyes.

   "Be careful, little girl, the steps are also very dangerous for a little mage like you before you learn to flash magic."

   Black said.

   At the same time, I thought in my mind:

   "Bronze Dragon Sefir, I have come into contact with a world line node as important as Thrall again. I am looking forward to it. You come to 'appointment' tonight."

   (end of this chapter)