Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 394 103. You stinky pirate are not creative at all in naming your name, it's too lame

  Black said he wanted to talk to Fansel about the payment for the last assassination.

   But there's really nothing to talk about.

  Because the reward was agreed from the beginning, after Black reappeared, Fansel immediately used the channels he had prepared for a long time, and gathered the other leaders of the "Rebels" to the Waning Moon Tavern.

  These people have their own identities and jobs in Suramar City, and they have to be careful to cover up their whereabouts, so it is not easy to gather together.

  Black didn't meet all the faction leaders of the rebel organization in Suramar until midnight.

   Well, it’s actually not that hard to remember.

  After all, in the previous games, pirates were familiar with each of them, including their lives, their stories, and even how they died

   "Vansel, why are you calling us on this unsurprising day?"

  In the basement of the Waning Moon Tavern, a tall, but gloomy, half-masked man of the Night, wearing a gray cloak and tight leather armor, asked in a hoarse tone:

   "And it's not just me, you have summoned everyone, it's very dangerous! Although the Stress family has been destroyed, as far as I know, there are still some people in the city guards who are tracking us."

   "There are important things."

  Vansel, an ordinary tavern owner, wiped the sweat from his forehead nervously. He looked at everyone in the dark basement with no lights and only a few candles.

   He coughed and said:

   "I know, you are all curious about the truth of the assassination that night"

   "That's right, everyone wants to know."

   A female night child wearing a gondola girl costume said excitedly:

   "The rumors in the city are going crazy now, saying that we have a secret assassin group under our command to clean up the dregs that hinder the 'just cause' for us.

   Even the city guards believed this.

   They have been very polite to the boat girls recently, for fear of getting on fire.

   But I've known you for almost two hundred years, Fansel, why didn't I know that you still have this relationship? Do we really have a secret assassin corps at our service?

   This is so cool. "

   Although others are not as curious as this gondola girl.

   But they also perked up their ears to listen to Fansel deciphering. To be honest, these people generally don't believe that honest people like Fansel would do that kind of "buying and killing".

   But the truth of the matter is often so unexpected.

   "Yes, I hired someone."

   When the tavern owner, who has been responsible for his entire life, said this sentence, he deeply felt that he had become the big villain in those street stories, and he said in a mournful tone:

   "Those who were assassinated at the top of the City Guard and the villains of the Stress family, I also wrote their names on the reward list with my own handwriting.

   They all died because of me.

   But. I don't regret doing it.

   Without them, the poor people in the city will not be better off, but they will not continue to slide into the abyss. "

   "No!"

   A few people in the dark suddenly burst into commotion.

   An elf man wearing a gorgeous cloak and a noble banquet mask shook his head and said:

   "Vanther, it's not that I don't believe you, but I've been in the business of buying and selling information for three hundred years, and I've never heard of any ghostly assassins in Suramar City.

   Elisande does have a court of assassins, but they certainly won't serve you.

   The members of the Brotherhood on Aruin's side are all ordinary people, and they are okay to fight, but they can't do "technical work" like assassination. "

   "Is it an assassin from outside?"

  The last one who was silent, with a strange fragrance on her body, the short elf girl suddenly said:

   "I was in the winery recently and heard from some wealthy butlers who came to buy magic wine, that on the night of the assassination, a group of outsiders raided the city.

   But it was concealed by the Great Magister.

   Those broken-mouthed butlers couldn't be sure of the authenticity of the news, but they were all saying that Miss Anaris, who had not appeared in the Moon County family for a month, was kidnapped by outsiders. "

   "No way, Fansel!"

  The gondola girl exclaimed:

   "When did you get so bold? Dare to contact outsiders in private? Tell us quickly, what do those outsiders look like? How many killers did you hire to make such a big deal overnight?"

   "It wasn't me who contacted me, he came to the door."

  Fanser wiped his sweat and said softly:

   "I only hired one person, the Master Assassin who called himself the 'Uncrowned One', who completed the cleanup of the City Guard and the Stress family."

"I do not believe!"

   The tall elf with a gloomy temperament touched the dagger at his waist and said in a "professional" tone:

   "I have also been trained as an assassin. I know what an assassin can do. The incident that night was too big to be done by one person.

unless

   Unless you hire a legendary watchman! "

   "You better believe it, Lord Aruin."

   The moment he finished speaking, a fluttering voice rang in the ears of the tall elf, and the figure who appeared silently in the dark put his hand on the elf's shoulder.

He says:

   "Also, don't mention the word 'watcher' in front of me, I don't like it."

"you!"

   The tall elf who didn't perceive Black's appearance was quick to counterattack. With a flick of his wrist on his waist, two black daggers jumped into his hands and stabbed back with a very professional attitude, while he himself had to escape into the shadows.

But at the moment when he melted into the shadow, a hand with a sapphire seal and three rings, one gold and one black, buckled on his collar and roughly pulled the elf assassin who was about to sneak out of the shadow. .

   The shadow suit on his body was torn apart like black smoke.

   As the world was spinning, the whole person was pressed against the round table in front of him, and the dagger in his hand was disarmed as if the breeze had blown.

   When he wanted to get up, the cold blade lightly touched the center of his forehead.

   "The fundamentals are solid, the connection to the shadows is also very harmonious, the movements are strong and soft, and the body flexibility is amazing. In addition to the natural agility of the elves, you must have years of self-training.

  Unfortunately, you have not found the right path to the depths of the shadows, perhaps because you have not been taught and trained in this regard. "

  Black looked at the assassin who was instantly suppressed by him.

   He said calmly:

   "But overall, you're a very potential assassin, and it's a waste of your talent to stay in the garbage heap of Suramar, commanding a group of gangsters fighting for territory.

   Interested in working for me?

   Aruin. "

After    finished speaking, without waiting for the elf assassin to answer, Blake raised his head in the darkness, and named the few nightchildren who were shivering with fright in front of him:

   "Vanthel of the Waning Moon Tavern.

  The initiator of the rebels, the backbone of the organization, knows what he can do, but he doesn't know what he should do. "

   "Gondola girl Delin.

   The manager and maintainer of the rebel smuggling network, without you and the boat girls around you, the magic wine smuggled from the Twilight Chateau could not have been delivered to the Waning Moon Tavern, nor could it be delivered to the homeless. "

   "Mr. Hillgreen, the most famous intelligence dealer in Suramar.

  A low-ranking housekeeper of the Moonshire family, who has been in contact with the rebels since before Lilith Moonshire came to power, when it belonged to her father.

   escorted the rebels with their own information, letting them know the danger in advance, and also secretly mobilized the city guards to prepare a hiding net for the rebels. "

   "It's you at the end, Malga the Brewer."

  Blake paused. He looked at the frightened little girl elf. He seemed to remember some bad memories, and his tone became gentler.

Say:

   "The man in Twilight Chateau who raised magic wine for the rebels.

   A kind person, someone who doesn’t want to see anyone suffer, someone who is willing to grieve for the suffering of strangers, and even willing to give his life for it. "

   "You are the 'rebels' of Suramar. A group of people who don't want to stage a coup to overthrow the Great Magister at all, but just want to use their own efforts to make the poor people in the city have a better life.

   Your ideas and efforts are respected.

   But professionally, you are a mob.

  If it weren't for me, the Master Assassin who passed by Suramar by accident, you would probably have. Hehe, I won't say anything that didn't happen.

  I am here today to tell you about your future plans and my arrangements for your future.

   That's what I'm getting from Vansel. "

  Black took a step back and threw the dagger in his hand to Aruin who got up.

   He stood in the darkness, the large Warden's cloak shrouded his body, and the dark, pale skeleton helmet of the Shadow of Death Warframe added an invisible deterrent to him.

   He said to the crowd in front of him:

   "Starting today, the rebels will cease to exist, and I will give you a new name. I will not interfere with your continued help, but I will teach you to turn 'help' into 'salvation'.

  I will lead you from weak to strong, from dazed to firm, from ordinary to great.

   Until you use your own hands to rescue the Nightborne who has fallen into despair.

   Give them back a truly beautiful world. "

   The other Nightborne were at a loss when faced with Black's declaration.

   This is normal, they are the bottom of Suramar, they have been helping the poor people in front of them, but they have never thought about things far away.

   And the "pie" that Blake had drawn for them was too big.

   So big that their necks would cramp when they looked up.

   "Why should we trust you?"

   The Nightborn Assassin Aruin, who was easily disarmed by Black, was probably the only one of these people who was not frightened, even though he knew that the outsider assassin in front of him could easily kill him.

   But he sent his own inquiry anyway.

He says:

   "I grew up in the dark alleys of Suramar, and since I was a child, I knew that survival is something that needs to be fought for. The old alcoholic who trained me also told me not to accept the kindness of strangers casually.

  I regard his teachings as wise words.

   What we have done may seem trivial to you, but we at least know that we are doing something good for the poor people in the city, who are our fellow citizens, and we have reason to do so.

   But you are an outsider!

   All the suffering in this city has nothing to do with you. Why do you, such a powerful person, value us? Is it really just a kindness?

I do not believe!

   State your purpose, otherwise.”

   "Otherwise what?"

   Black let out a short laugh in the dark, and said with interest:

   "Are you going to beat me up with your gang of fraternity punks who fight so hard? Or are you going to die with me with the little toothpick in your hand?

  Aruin, ah Aruin, calm down before making a decision, don't forget that you have a poor sister, Olule is waiting for you to come home now.

   She knows how dangerous what you are doing, even though she is proud of you.

   But being an older brother, you can’t make your younger sister so worried.

   I also have a younger sister.

   I know that feeling.

   People like you who can say things like "survival needs to be fought for" must have long known that relying on your petty tricks can only keep those poor people from transforming into withered ones.

   But the addiction to magic has long been the original sin that the children of the night were born to bear.

  If you don't solve the magic addiction, everything you care about, hate, long for, and spurn will not have any meaning.

What   Suramar needs is not a smuggled bottle or two of magic wine.

   What this city needs is a rebirth from the ashes.

  You are a bunch of lost people who can't find their way in the dark, but I will bring you that fire, provided you walk with me. "

   The moment the pirate said the name of Aruin's sister, the Elf Assassin's body trembled. He has always protected his sister well, and even Fansel didn't know the existence of Orule.

   But this outsider.

   It was so easy to find the Achilles' heel in his heart.

   "Introduce myself, I am a complex person.

   In addition to being a pirate, a captain, a warlock, a ranger, a prophet, I have another identity, I am a master assassin from a faraway land.

   You don’t have to delve into the meaning of the word, you will soon see for yourself what the word stands for. "

  Black raised his left hand and placed it in front of Aruin.

He says:

   "Everyone else is for the hometown. And you, in addition to the hometown, there is a relative who deserves everything for her. You have double the power to walk the path of strength, I believe you will not let me down.

bring it on.

   A potential assassin.

  Kiss my seal, join my faction and become a 'Uncrowned' recruit.

  I will give you a difficult task, consider it a trial by fire.

  The moment you get your own Hidden Blade, you will know how to save your hometown and your loved ones. "

   "As for the others

   Of course, I know how hard it is to make a decision, so I'll give you time to think, and by the way, I'll show you my 'gift' for you. "

  Black looked at the others and said:

   "You need to learn how to protect yourself and hide from the oppression of big men.

  I have the best teacher for you.

  You need a trump card that can escape disaster in a critical moment, a hiding place that will not be discovered and will not be destroyed.

   I brought it to you too.

  You will see my sincerity and join me willingly. After all, there is no other way for you to go.

  Then, from now on, you will become the 'Hidden Ones' of the Undead Fleet, my spokesperson and enforcer in Suramar. "

  Black paused, and asked in the most elegant Sarasian language:

   "As a courtesy, I'll ask you one last time, everyone here, does anyone want to leave?"

   (end of this chapter)