Blake had a good sleep.

Although the time was quite short, the carriage stopped on an inconspicuous street in the outer city of Steinblad. After the carriage stabilized, Blake jumped out and pulled his face covering.

.

In front of him was a group of heavily armed knights.

Their war horses were placed on the periphery. Each one was tall, wearing a full-face helmet, and a blue military cloak wrapped around the body.

They carry huge two-handed swords on their backs, or long halberds that are more suitable for horse fighting. They look well-trained and full of power.

"Warrior, please come with us."

A knight who seemed to have some identity, probably in his thirties, stepped forward and made a "please" gesture to Blake, and other knights carried Nathanos down on the stretcher.

Black resisted the thought of throwing an investigation to the knight captain in front of him.

After all, the muscular man in front of me is not easy to mess with at first glance, and with the current formation, few people with brains can guess that there must be a big shot staying here.

Good guy.

It's not just the street in front of you.

The entire small town may have been under martial law by soldiers, and when Blake got out of the car, he felt the vibration of shadows in the dark night around him.

There are many "peers" lurking in the shadows.

By moving his body, the pirate glanced covertly higher up. Around this inconspicuous hotel, there were soldiers with muskets standing guard on the commanding heights.

He also saw several slender figures that resembled high elf rangers.

This defense strength...

It's a bit scary.

The knight with the rank of colonel took Black into the hotel.

Around a dozen tables on the first floor of the hotel were resting heavily armored knights, and before they stepped onto the stairs to the second floor, there was a bald old knight, expressionlessly extending his hand towards Blake.

"Hand over your weapons."

He said something businesslike.

The knight colonel who led the way obediently took off his heavy sword and put it aside. Then he took out the knight's long sword from his waist, handed it to his companion, and then looked at Blake.

The pirate shrugged.

He handed over the Blade Fist, then the one-handed dagger of the Thrash Blade, took out the dwarf musket from his arms, and took off the ammunition pouch from his waist. This was not over yet.

He took off three small daggers used as throwing knives from his belt, then bent down, pulled out two daggers from his trouser boots, and finally drew them lightly behind his collar.

Two long needle-like weapons were also taken out.

"Take out what's in your sleeves."

The bald old knight looked at Black expressionlessly, and like the King of Rags, he took out weapons from various places, and added a sentence at the end, which made the pirate curl his lips.

This is when you meet a master.

The bald knight in front of me must have a lot of experience in dealing with thieves.

Black took out the packet of glitter that Shore had given him before from his sleeve, threw it into the old knight's hand, patted his magic bag again, and said:

"There's a lot more in here, do you want to take them all out?"

"You are here, can you still open the magic bag?"

These words made the old knight raise his head, glance at Black, and say something in a faint tone. Only then did the pirate realize the problem, and he tried to take out things from his bag.

But he found that the magic power on the luggage was blocked. This was the first time he encountered this situation.

There must be a mage here!

"Okay, warrior, come with me."

When the knight colonel saw that the weapons had been taken away, he said softly, his attitude was quite gentle and not arrogant. Black nodded and pulled the face mask again.

He didn't take it seriously.

The current formation has made it clear that there are quite important people upstairs. Considering what Ms. Pasonia said before, it is not difficult to guess that Marshal Lothar should be upstairs.

Sir Anduin Lothar is the soul of the Alliance military side in this decisive battle between humans and orcs.

The commander-in-chief of the human coalition.

This Grand Marshal is the last blood descendant of Emperor Thoradin left in the world. It is a heritage of 2,800 years. He is also the regent of the Stormwind Kingdom in exile in the northern border...

Such a diverse and important identity does deserve such protection.

To be honest, Blake still has a little expectation in his heart at this moment. This is almost the highest status and most legendary person he has ever met since he entered this world.

Is he really a bald old man from the Mediterranean, as recorded in the game background?

It’s really exciting.

Before reaching the second floor, Blake heard a burst of laughter and conversation as he approached the exit of the stairs. There were quite a lot of people, and he could tell that the loudest laughter among them belonged to Muradin Bronzebeard.

There is also a lower one, belonging to Ms. Pasonia.

"Why did you come here?"

When Blake walked up to the second floor, Shore, who had changed into aristocratic hunting attire, was already waiting for him there.

In the small room next to it, one can see Halduron Brightwing, a ranger from a prominent family in Quel'Thalas, also adjusting his clothes in front of the mirror.

The ranger took off his chain armor and changed into a fiery red elven noble robe.

I'm combing my hair.

whispering sound.

He really deserves to be an elf.

Whenever possible, you should put your appearance and appearance first. It is really an exaggerated style.

"They sent Maris to a nearby room for treatment, and I stayed there for a while."

Blake replied, and Shore nodded. Maris looked like this, and it was really not a good time to meet him.

"Your clothes are not good enough."

Shore frowned and looked at Blake in front of him, who was still wearing assassin leather armor, a face mask and a long hood, and he said:

"There are also dresses in the room, go and change.

Marshal Lothar didn't care about how the soldiers dressed. He was a very easy-going man who respected the soldiers, but there was also a king himself and the Archmage Antonidas present at the meeting.

As well as other representatives of the king, they have some...

In short, this is what grandma means. He wants your first appearance to be more honorable. After all, you did perform a heroic act tonight."

"Um?"

When Blake heard this, he immediately raised his head, glanced at the room, and asked in a whisper:

"The messenger from Kul Tiras is here too?"

"Well, His Majesty Dai Lin sent his most trusted knight, Lord Cyrus, to represent him. His Majesty is now commanding his fleet to pursue the orc ships in the northern waters."

Shore also replied in a low voice:

"Marshal Lothar invited him, but he didn't come. We can all understand. Your Majesty Dai Lin, after all, just lost his son, he..."

"I know, I survived that naval battle."

Blake took a step back.

He glanced at the meeting room in the center of the second floor, shook his head, and said to Shore:

"I apologize to Lady Pasonia for me, but tonight, I have to live up to her kindness before I can complete the sworn revenge for my companion, my prince.

I have no shame meeting people from my hometown!"

"You... don't have to be like this!"

Xiaoer glanced behind him and tried to dissuade him:

"You assassinated an orc legend tonight. No matter how harsh a person is, they have no right to accuse you of your original escape. I also know the situation of the naval battle of Khaz Modan.

I've seen the battle report.

That's not a tragedy you can reverse alone."

"I don't want to go, and I can't go, Shore."

Blake sighed.

He raised his head and pulled away his face covering for the first time in front of Xiao Er. The severe burns on his face and the scalp that had just grown hair startled Xiao Er.

"This kind of 'honor' will scare those big shots."

The pirate showed a regretful and terrifying smile, put on his long hood and face covering again, took a step back, spread his hands, and said jokingly:

"Go ahead, Shore. You go and represent the three of us, and I'll go check on Nathanos. I don't like this kind of banquet either. I'm a rude person.
To be continued...