The Silithus incident ended like a dream too good to be true.

Especially for the garrison soldiers of Cenarion Fortress, although they also lost many comrades in last night's battle, the thought of the thousand-year garrison ending at dawn, the feeling of happiness is enough to make the most ruthless warriors fall.

tears...

Finally there is no need to continue to be stationed in this hellish place!

Finally there is no need to stay here and eat sand.

This vast desert may be a terrible place for other people, but for the night elves who love forests and nature, it is a complete hell.

Now that the shadow of the Qiraji Empire has dissipated, Cenarion Fortress may still be retained, but so many people no longer need to be stationed here, and most of the soldiers will be transferred back to the Feralas Jungle with a better environment.

This is no fantasy.

The High Priest of the Moon, who was recuperating in the fortress, had already announced the good news. Because of the taming of the Qiraji, the Desert of Silithus would become a "breeding house" for the Silithids.

The druids will send special personnel to take over the place, and the Sentinel warriors who guard the border for the Kaldorei will gradually withdraw to the southern base camp of the Silver Winged Sentinel Legion in the next two months.

This news was enough for the entire fortress to be filled with joy, and some of the desperate warriors who had been tortured by the desert had even begun to pack their luggage.

No one likes this place, except the big bad Black Shaw.

This is really sad news.

This is true in every sense of the word.

"Then, let's sign the agreement, Commander."

In the chief's office of Cenarion Fortress, Black, wearing a classic pirate costume, reached out and signed his name on the bark scroll in front of him.

He looked up at General Marlis, the local commander with a serious face in front of him, and said:

"The Uncrowned will send people to take over Cenarion Fortress as soon as possible. The name here will not be changed, and we will not expel the druids, but from now on, this fortress will belong to the Uncrowned."

"Of course, this is the instruction of the high priest, and we are also willing to offer our goodwill to the friends of Kaldorei."

General Marlis is an elven veteran.

There is a scar on his face that destroys the elf's elegance. It is said that it was left during the Battle of Quicksand. However, this scar gave the tall elf warrior in front of him an air of bravery.

He said to Blake in a soldier's crisp tone:

"Your contribution to the continent of Kalimdor will be passed down among the Sentinels. I, all the soldiers in this fortress, and all the elves whose bones have been buried here for thousands of years would like to thank you for your wisdom.

Of course, we rarely meet friends who are so generous..."

At this point, Marlis shrugged and said with a smile:

"I can't understand why this dilapidated fortress built in the center of the desert is so valuable in your eyes. Your bid is more than five times that of the goblins.

The Sentinels simply cannot refuse such generosity.

I'm curious to ask, what do you plan to do with Cenarion Keep after you bought it?"

"I will use it to build me a palace."

Blake coughed and looked out the window, and said seriously:

"An assassin's palace built in the center of a desert isolated from the world.

Only those true assassins who have the most courage and wisdom, are not afraid of life and death, and have a certain creed in their hearts can possibly cross the vast desert to reach the temple of the Uncrowned One.

This would be an alternative choice.

My story will be endowed with a mysterious and legendary color, and my reputation among assassins will rise to the top again... Don't laugh, Your Excellency, this is really my plan.

This will become the base camp of the Uncrowned in Kalimdor.

I know that the wind in this desert is rough enough to hone true strength and upgrade the will into the creed of the soul."

"Hmm, that sounds pretty good."

It was difficult for General Marlis to understand the weird thoughts of the big pirate in front of him. He could only give a perfunctory compliment and personally sent the "rich man" out of his office.

The general obviously didn't like the place where he had been for a thousand years. The joy on his eyebrows couldn't be hidden from Black. The general was also ready to evacuate this place.

It is said that this general also has a beautiful priest wife.

Any good husband would not let his wife stay in the desert and waste his best youth, so Lord Marlys simply agreed to Black's request to spend money to buy Cenarion Fortress, maybe for love?

Wow, this is really touching.

"My little master, have you fallen in love with someone else's wife again?"

Xal'atath whispered in Black's ear:

"I also met that elf priest just now. It was just so-so. Apart from the holy smell on his body, it couldn't even compare to one of Sephiel's fingers.

You really like this evil tone."

"No, I'm just complaining. It's purely because you think too much."

The pirate had a dull face and answered in his mind:

"And don't bring the topic to Sephiel. I know you feel uncomfortable and feel that Sephiel has taken away your toy, but we have already agreed."

"Hey, who would feel uncomfortable? You underestimate me too much."

Xal'atas said coldly:

"If she wants clothes of that level, she can take them. I can get better ones at any time, just treat them as rewards from me. Besides, I have to win over Sephiel, so that I can have a good relationship with the annoying person."

Maiev has the upper hand in the battle."

"I think you haven't been beaten enough."

Blake complained:

"You still want to be 'loved' by the Moon God again, right? I'm warning you, if you lose it again this time, I won't re-enter Ulduar or Nazjatar to kill an ancient god to save you.

.

I owe Odin a huge favor, and as you know, debts of gratitude are the hardest to repay."

"What does it mean to owe a favor?"

Xal'atath said dissatisfiedly:

"You helped him kill C'Thun, which was something that even the Titan Guardians could not do together. You made Odin truly become a legend of his clan.

It's him who owes you a favor.

But speaking of which, little master, I should have told you.

I got some small 'surprises' from C'Thun's power. I heard that Tyrande is developing a relationship with her new pet. I can try to use the will of the swarm to enchant her in reverse.

My dear little master...

Do you want to taste Tyrande tonight? How about you help me make her into 'new clothes'? How exciting."

"Um..."

Blake glanced at the dusk desert night above his head and said:

"Didn't you find that the moonlight is particularly bright tonight? I mean, don't hold me back until you die. If I dare to lay a finger on Tyrande, you and I will die here.

Stop making such hellish jokes, Elune is staring at me, and she is staring at you. I don't think you can hide part of the will of the swarm from C'Thun from the pale lady."

"That's right, it's too risky."

Xal'atath said seriously:

"Then let's change the target. How about Lilissa Windrunner? She also has a Qiraji princess as a pet. This is much easier. I only need to make some slight adjustments, and she can..."

"Please, let me be quiet for a while."

Blake covered his eyes and said:

"I'm beginning to regret waking you up. Ah, I finally remembered why I resisted you in the first place. Use your evil in the right place, okay?"

"Order received! Evil mode activated!"

Xal'atath changed her tone to a more serious tone and said to Black:

"The blue dragon prince that you and the idiot little Xingxing rescued had a fragment of C'Thun's will on him. It was still a big piece. I guess it didn't even notice it on its own.

But it is very likely that it will become the carrier of C'Thun's will in the future.

Just like the state I was in when I was hiding in the Blade of the Dark Empire.

I can feel your murderous intention towards Aregos, little master, how about we take action now?"

"No, keep it."

Black coughed and showed a perfect smile to the great knight Old Fording who was walking in front of him. While greeting Fording who was in a good mood, he said in his heart:

"Before Arregos could be dealt with, I made a prophecy and arranged its destiny. That guy who was hungry for power would become a stepping stone for the little star to achieve great things.

It's Little Star's trouble, not mine."

"Hey, I'm in a good mood, Lord Fording."

The pirate waved his hand and said to Old Fording with a cheerful smile:
To be continued...