Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1226

The voyage from Kul Tiras back to Tol Barad was very fast, and in less than two days, the ghost ship had already approached the base camp of the undead pirates.

In the early morning of tomorrow, Laike will return to his loyal pirate island. At this time, more than two months have passed since he started this journey.

His footsteps have also traveled across continents and regions that he has never set foot in before.

He has completed a great voyage that is enough to be recorded in the annals of history, especially the discovery of the misty continent of Pandaria, which is enough for Laike to leave his mark in history with another identity besides the notorious great pirate.

But all this has no special significance for Bou Laike.

An amazing man like him will not stop just because of a success or a failure.

And tonight is not a good day to continue tasting the geography of Azeroth with Lorewalker Zhou Zhuo, because First Officer Sefiel is finally back!

The night before she reached Tol Barad she had at last done her duty, and returned to her ship, and to her dear captain.

She was obviously very tired, so the pirate didn't do anything more. He just leaned against the head of the bed with his dear first officer in his arms, and asked softly about the story of this journey.

Seifel also enjoyed this kind of tender time, she said in a soft voice:

"That island, called the 'Eternal Isle' in Pandaren lore, is the main reason why the mist that has surrounded Pandaria for the past ten thousand years has had the 'time disorder' effect.

When Emperor Shaohao transformed himself into a mist to protect the mainland, he used the power of time there.

But how it was formed is still a mystery. "

The first officer rested her head on the captain's arms, and she said softly:

"According to the map you gave, I took Kane, Ulan, and Black Horn. Hamuul and the others entered the Eternal Isle. The whole process was not smooth. As you said, only the Bronze Dragon can accurately find and bring you to that place. people enter.

where time was suspended for ten thousand years

It is really unimaginable, a strange closed time loop is formed in the island, which separates it from the time flow of the outside world to form a unique domain.

The island is full of traces of time suspension, and I also found a lot of magical stones in it. The power of time they brought together allowed me to be supplemented and strengthened by the power of time after the bronze dragon army left.

However, I have traveled all over the island, but I have not been able to find the reason for its formation. My captain, do you know the secret of Eternal Isle, who knows everything? "

"I can only make guesses."

Bu Laike reached out and flicked the bridge of Sefiel's nose, which made the first mate's cheeks blush.

The pirate laughed and said:

"The formation of the island itself should be a space-time singularity formed by the convergence of energy after the collision of the sky-shattering explosion and the fog barrier propped up by Shaohao.

But I doubt that place should have something to do with Nozdormu. Didn't you find that many creatures of different eras were forcibly gathered together on that island?

It is impossible for the Bronze Dragon King not to notice this space-time disorder, but chose to let it exist, which must have his reason. "

"Yeah, I feel the same way."

Safiel nodded, she took out an ordinary stone from her bag, suspended it in the palm of her hand, and said to Bu Laike:

"I have collected all the Era Stones that can interfere with normal time on that island, and I plan to use them to make only a bronze dragon's time hourglass, so as to strengthen my time control.

That ghostly Toki still haunts me, and I have to be prepared for the future or past appearances of this 'citizen'. "

"Well, you can decide for yourself, but you will never face the enemy alone, and I will not allow you to fall into that miserable situation."

The pirate hugged his little lover, his hand slid on Sefiel's slender waist, and asked again:

"Where's Kane? Did they move smoothly?"

"very smooth."

Seifel laughed and said:

"The Vulcan of the Buffalo was unprepared for the attack of the Tauren, and his servants were easily defeated by Kane and Ulan, and as a half-elemental creature, he was manipulated by Black Horn before Kazgros. Hammered to death.

That Titan Artifact is too powerful in dealing with elemental creatures.

Of course, Hamuul's performance is also amazing. The tauren who joined the druid faction is simply a genius. He has practiced natural magic to an extremely high level in just over a month.

He turned into a giant bear to fight against the evil flame god, and until the end of the battle, he was only scorched.

Ordus, the yaungol god of fire, is dead.

I saw with my own eyes that the tauren killed him, the source of the Yagold's corruption was removed, and that barbaric civilization would be welcomed back into the true faith of Mother Earth by their companions.

But that guy is cunning"

Having said that, Sefiel shook his head and said with disdain:

"The reason why the Buffalo Vulcan God Ordos hid on the Eternal Isle was to take advantage of the stagnant and chaotic time of that island so that he could be resurrected after an accidental death.

In order to stop it, I had to destroy the time imprisonment of the Timeless Island, and let the island return to the normal timeline, and it was completely dead.

And its death brings this back for you! "

The first mate dragon turned over, knelt and sat in front of the pirate, with his hands behind his back as if giving a gift, and then handed a delicate crystal bottle to the pirate.

Inside the pandaren-style crystal bottle, a feeble fire was burning.

It's amazing.

It flickered and burned without any fuelwood, not even air.

It seems to be no different from ordinary flames, but in the eyes of pirates who can see the flow of magic power, the beating of this flame is full of conspicuous and strange runes.

It is outlining the shape of the flame from which this world was born.

This is the flame of the first flame from the ancient chaotic era, this is the fire of Savras, the original fire, the ancestor fire, the most holy flame that can only be born in the realm of fire.

It doesn't even emit heat when it burns, like an extremely sharp weapon, waiting to be used by the next owner, or be summoned back to the original owner at some point.

"Ragnaros will be pissed off."

Bu Laike grinned, and took the exquisite cupping pot in front of him. He tossed it up and down in his hand, and said to Seifel:

"I knew that you would bring me infinite surprises. You see, tonight is still very long, and my enthusiasm has been ignited by your gift."

"But I'm tired."

Seifel blinked, pouted and said;

"I just want to rest right now."

"Will the bronze dragon feel tired?"

Bu Laike blinked and said:

"Time is obviously so tolerant to you"

"Humph."

Seifel crossed her hands and made a "no" move. She touched her cheek and said:

"Every time I see this face, I feel that she doesn't belong to me, this is not my body, I'm just a ghost wandering here."

"Why did you say this suddenly?"

The pirate frowned and asked:

"Have bad memories from the past?"

"No, it's not."

Chief Mate Long stood up and took a step back.

Under Bu Laike's astonished gaze, the earth-yellow time vortex was summoned, and the bronze dragon Sephiel in his memory was formed in the time stream.

The body of a Quel'dorei elf, pointed ears, nobles dressed in moon-white, long golden-white hair, and a pair of gentle eyes.

"Aren't you unable to summon your past and future self on the timeline?"

Bu Laike suddenly got up and asked:

"Did you come to life in other time points?"

"No, I'm already dead, infected by the Void, Captain, this has caused me to enter a dead end in the timeline, and the future me no longer exists.

But in the past, I could occasionally 'help out'. "

Sefiel, who was summoned, shook his head regretfully and said:

"This is the past self that I can briefly summon after I get the time enhancement of Eternal Island. She can only last for ten minutes."

On the other side, Sefiel in the form of a black dragon stretched out her hand to unbutton her clothes. She did the same thing in the past. The two bronze dragons with completely different appearances, but both called Sefiel, winked at the pirate.

She whispered:

"But enough is enough, right?"

"Tell me, do you like this surprise? My Bo Laike."

——

In the early morning of the next day, the refreshed stinky pirate appeared in front of the poop early in the morning with a mysterious smile.

He was dressed in the costume of a pirate captain, smoking a pipe and looking at the empty sea ahead. Tol Barad, protected by the Great Barrier of Foliage and Shadow, was right in front of him.

He could even feel the sea breeze from the base camp calling him.

"Brother! There are so many boats on the opposite sea!"

Fenner, who was standing on the observation deck of the mast, was wearing a sailor suit, waving the binoculars in her hand and shouting to Bu Laike:

"They are all entering our island with different flags, as if they are here to watch the ceremony. Is today the opening ceremony of the Narsalas School of Magic?

Why didn't you say it earlier!

I have to quickly find an opportunity to slip away, Dean Lanyue has never liked me. She is the most arrogant mage, despising us mindless fighters. "

"It's not that the dean doesn't like you."

Behind Bu Laike, for today's big day, the little star, who specially put on a set of spellcaster robes and a wizard's pointed hat, walked out of the cabin and responded to Fenner:

"The dean doesn't like anyone except the stinky captain. She raises the stinky captain like her son. I really envy me."

"You can shut up."

Bu Laike complained blankly:

"Do you know how heavy it is to be loved by the dean? Do you want me to intercede with the dean and let her love you too?"

"Hahaha, Captain Stinky really knows how to joke."

Little Xingxing laughed, pretending to be stupid not to answer this terrible topic, she lay on the side of the poop, looked down, and said to Bo Laike:

"Take care of the warlocks under your command. Look at how they wear their robes. They don't have the dignity of a spellcaster at all! You will be scolded by the dean again when you go back like this."

"Ugh."

Bu Laike said with a sad face:

"We despised stinky warlocks are like this. We are at the bottom of the spellcasting system and have never been taken seriously. It would be nice if we were allowed to participate in the opening ceremony.

What good treatment do you expect?

The college’s teaching buildings and residential areas for orthodox mages and psychics have been repaired long ago, and even the yards for the shaman college and druid college with few students have been repaired.

Only our sorcerer's twilight tower is just getting started, damn it! The money for building the school was earned by us Warlocks so hard, but this is how we get paid?

Those who hear it are sad, and those who see it cry. "

The stinky pirate snorted, and said angrily:

"But maybe I should be content, after all, it's pretty good that the dean didn't arrange our Warlock Academy into the academy's sewer."

"What's the use of you complaining to me?"

Little Xingxing rolled his eyes and said:

"If you have the ability, go and complain to Dean Lanyue?"

"Tch, I haven't lived enough yet."

Bo Laike pushed his hat back and looked forward.

When the Nagfar was sailing on the sea, it was like passing through an invisible barrier. When it crossed that point, a huge island connected from north to south suddenly appeared on the empty sea in front of it.

The North Island is still the activity place of pirates, and it is more lively than before.

But the once desolate South Island is not the same now. Across the surrounding cliffs, you can also see the towering elf-style mage towers and those white walls on the island.

This gave the stinky pirates a sense of déjà vu that they had come to Suramar.

As a "renowned school" during the elf empire, Narsaras Academy followed the elves' style even after ten thousand years of reconstruction, which made it full of exotic flavor.

It's like a royal sister mage wearing an elf robe walking out of the time of history.

Cold, arrogant, but people can't take their eyes off.

"whoosh"

The spirit of Prince Farondis teleported to the pirate, and he whispered:

"The opening ceremony will be held in an hour, and not only Dalaran sent the Archmage to be the spectator, but Quel'Thalas and even Suramar also sent people over.

Several archdruids also came on behalf of the Kaldorei.

Not to mention the Holy Light Church and the Luna Church.

Today is a big scene. There are representatives of mages from all human countries, and some parents of students. The dean means that you will participate in the ceremony as the great teacher of the Warlock Academy.

She told you to pay attention to your image.

Go and change clothes. "

"I think I'm in pretty good shape."

Bu Laike shrugged and said:

"It's already well known that Narsalas Academy has a connection with the undead pirates, so there's no need to hide it now, right?"

"Everyone knows it's one thing, but it's another thing if you insist on breaking through the tacit window paper."

Prince Farondis shook his head and said:

"Be mature, Bo Laike, don't be childish at this time."

"I just think the pirates are too miserable, when will we really stand up."

The stinky pirate complained in a drawn-out voice, but obediently went back to the cabin to change his clothes. By the way, he checked whether Sefiel had woken up. Since he was going to attend the ceremony today, he needed a female companion.

Fortunately, a dress was ordered for her in Suramar in advance.

Alas, the opening ceremony or something, it's so annoying!

(end of this chapter)