Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1293 43. I am such a bottom-line person, don't even give me a broken bow? -【35】

(Add more for the "Sword of Xiang Fei Liou" brothers)

The Exodar spaceship slowly landed on the flight platform extending outside the Hellfire Citadel. It was originally the place for the evil orc sky knights to take off, but now it has been cleared.

Of course, such a small platform is not enough to bear the weight of a spacecraft, so it can only be docked temporarily.

After the Draenei spacecraft put down the important people on board, they had to return to their base in the depths of the ocean outside the main continent of Dellano.

The entire "Storm Fleet" of the Draenei is there, and it hasn't been used for two hundred years, but recently those ships are being repaired by technicians, and it seems that a big operation is about to be prepared.

"Welcome, Your Excellency the Prophet, and General Maraad."

The Grand Knight of Turalyon, who greeted the guests on the flying platform, took the initiative to step forward as a follower of the Holy Light, paying tribute to the Prophet and the Commander-in-Chief of the Vindicator, and to promote relations in the name of the Church of the Holy Light.

The high lord of the death knight stood aside, looking at the leader of the draenei people in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze.

His eyes were not kind, but considering that the death knights were all so unfriendly, it was not considered rude.

Representatives of other forces are also on the platform waiting to speak to the Prophet.

Even Old Buckhelm, who's been elusive since Dellano's arrival, made an appearance as Cenarion Expedition with Hisaly Crow and Hamuul Runetotem.

Everyone is familiar with this kind of exchange, but just when everyone was preparing to flatter each other, Braike led a group of bandaged demon hunters, who were weak in body but extremely high in spirit, and walked off the spaceship. .

They were guarding a strange, demonic instrument that was pushed out of the teleportation light curtain on a draenei cart.

Bu Laike didn't greet others, he looked at Kael'thas Sunstrider and said:

"Come with us, this thing requires your superb magic skills to decipher, and there are others, let's talk to Your Excellency Velen about the customs of various races in Azeroth.

Formal talks will wait until we get this stuff done. "

"what is this?"

Dalaran's Archmage Anslem Ruinwewer was going to speak up when he saw Bu Laike, but was quickly attracted by the demonic machine in front of him.

The archmage's intuition told him that this thing was very important.

"This is the devil communicator!"

Lord Ravencrest stepped forward, stroking the thing in front of him with a nostalgic look, and said hoarsely:

"During the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago, we often used this kind of thing to monitor the information interaction of demons, but this one is much more complicated than all the communicators I have seen.

I guess, it is used to communicate with the legion base camp? "

"Well, it is directly connected to the world of Argus."

Bu Laike replied.

And the name of his hometown immediately caught the attention of the Prophet and General Maraad. Velen glanced at the communicator protected by layers of demon hunters, stroked his beard and said:

"We Draenei have dealt with demons for 25,000 years, and we also know something about demon machines. Do you need me to send a great technician to help you adjust the communication frequency?"

"Of course! That's exactly what we need."

Bu Laike glanced at the draenei spaceship behind him and said:

"I can rest assured that professionals will manipulate it. This thing is destined to be used only a few times before it will be discovered by the spies in the legion. We must use it carefully to get the information I need."

Speaking of this, the pirate looked at the people around him, and he said with emphasis:

"I'm not trying to scare people, but this stuff is about the future of the Dellano world.

I need everyone to be very attentive. If the contact with that guy fails, we don't have to play, just admit defeat. "

The stinky pirates talked so much that others naturally did not dare to neglect. The death knights quickly sealed off the upper floor of the Shattered Hall, and all the technicians in the Exodar spaceship were also sent into it.

With the help of Kael'thas, who had the most delicate spellcasting skills on the spot, they began to get busy around the legion communicator.

"Retrieve the signal first, and lock it in the Krokuun area, where Illidan Stormrage appeared last time. I guess he should still be active around there now."

A word of caution from Bu Laike.

But soon the technicians of the Draenei were in trouble. An old technician wearing goggles frowned and said:

"Without the specific location and signal of the other party, we can only use the broadcast method to search and send our information to all the demon communicators in the Krokuun area at the same time.

This means that even if the other party captures the information, they have to enter a certain demonic camp alone to find a way to contact us.

Moreover, this connection is almost transparent to the devil. Once Lord Illidan responds, it is equivalent to him actively exposing his position in the devil's stronghold.

It was literally him committing suicide. "

"It must be suicide for others, but Illidan must have his way."

Bu Laike sat on the side with a pipe in his mouth, watching others repairing the communicator, he waved his hands confidently and said:

"A guy who has been wandering around in the Twisting Nether for more than a year and is still alive cannot be underestimated. Believe me, he can definitely do what you just said.

Go ahead and do it. "

"this"

The Draenei technician traveled through the entire star sea and was well-informed, but he had never seen such a bold plan, so he turned his head to look at Illidan Stormrage's servants.

The demon hunters were all expressionless, obviously they also agreed with Bo Laike's evaluation of Lord Illidan.

It is impossible for that magical man to be in the hands of a group of demons.

Lord Illidan is invincible!

"Follow the instructions of His Excellency Laike."

During the technician's hesitation, the Prophet Velen said something. He seemed to trust Bu Laike's judgment. Is this probably the tacit understanding between the Prophet?

"We are now starting to transform its communication model, which may take a few hours."

The draenei technicians discussed it and gave a specific time. The others did not wait here. They still had to prepare for an important meeting, so they left here.

But before Dalaran's mage Ansrem left, he found the pirates.

This archmage who also has friendship with Braike is very haggard. Judging by the expression on his face, it seems that this period of time has been very bad. Thinking about it, rebuilding Dalaran is a cumbersome process, and the Council of Six must be under a lot of pressure .

But the pirates knew that the archmage's headache was not just the reconstruction of Dalaran, he also had a rebellious daughter who always made him very uncomfortable.

Sure enough, as soon as Archmage Anslem opened his mouth, he had something to do with his really naughty baby daughter.

"It's all your fault, pirate!"

The archmage, who was a father, whispered to Bu Laike with anger and resentment:

"What kind of villain are you to continue to torment me after leaving Dalaran, and my daughter is clamoring to join your school of sorcerers at Narsalas Academy.

I locked her in the mage's tower for more than half a month, but I couldn't change her mind.

She adores you so much.

I saw the light in her eyes that made me tremble. My Caitlin not only wants to be a warlock who can't get on the stage, but she also wants to join your pirate fleet and do some crazy big things.

But this is something I cannot allow!

Hurry up and think of a way to stop my daughter's crazy behavior! "

"Hey, Your Excellency the Archmage, it's easy to be misunderstood when you speak like this. There is nothing between me and your crazy daughter, and shouldn't you, the big dad, come forward to teach your daughter?"

Bu Laike exhaled smoke rings, and said with strange eyes:

"Besides, what's wrong with young people pursuing their dreams?

In my opinion, Miss Caitlin is not bound by secular morality, and dares to resist patriarchy to plan her own life. This is the spirit that our Nazaras College has always advocated.

I don't need to help you destroy a young man's ideals because of emotion and reason. "

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Archmage Anslem didn't listen to the stinky pirate's rebuttal at all, he gritted his teeth and said:

"How much do you need to help? My daughter's life is already a mess. As a father, I can't just watch her continue to sink into a crazy future."

"Well, it's really touching fatherly love."

Bu Laike shook his head hypocritically, and then said in a drawn out voice:

"But after all, it is related to dreams. How can you use money to tarnish it? Don't say it, I won't participate. Besides, Nazaras College's enrollment work for this year has long since ended.

No matter how much your daughter wants to join us, she will have to wait until the next enrollment, probably in three years. "

"That's what you said!"

The Archmage's eyes lit up when he heard this, he hugged his staff and said to Bu Laike:

"She didn't know how to get the admission invitation letter of this year's Nazaras College, but since the admission time has passed, the invitation letter is naturally invalid.

If you don't allow her to open the back door to let her go to school, her madness should have dissipated in three years, maybe I should marry her off quickly?

After having a family, she might be able to settle down a bit. "

"She's only seventeen this year, isn't she?"

Bu Laike raised his eyebrows and said:

"This is too much. I think I have to change my mind. Archmage, your father is a bit too powerful. No wonder you have a bad relationship with your daughter."

"Leave my house alone, you nasty stinky pirate."

Anslem snorted, looked Boo Laike up and down, and said:

"You have robbed Dalaran, the Council of Six hasn't settled with you yet.

Vargoth and I need to talk to Khadgar first, and when we're done with this, we'll talk about the treasure you took from Dalaran. "

After finishing speaking, the archmage straightened his robe, and left here with a neat flashing technique.

Bu Laike sneered at this.

These orthodox mages are really arrogant. They actually said such words as "bad sorcerers" in front of a great sorcerer. These stubborn old guys need to be taught a lesson.

Rubbing his chin, he quickly decided to allow Miss Caitlin Ruinvival to enter the school as a "transfer student" without examination in the name of the Warlock Academy's great mentor.

Anyway, she also had an admission invitation letter in her hand, and she was originally a member of this group of students, but it was only because of her stubborn father that she couldn't enroll smoothly.

What's wrong with giving kids a chance to chase their dreams?

"hehehe"

Bu Laike sat there, and let out a bleak laugh, which made the draenei who were busy next to them feel uncomfortable all over.

"Hey, Lord Boo Laike, please be quiet."

Kael'thas, who was adjusting the mana to activate the Legion Communicator, couldn't help but say:

"Also, this instrument needs to be activated by evil energy. As a warlock, shouldn't you come and help?"

"I'm a warlock, yes, but there's nothing fel in me."

Bu Laike rolled his eyes and said:

"So many Illidari are eager to contribute their fel energy to serve Lord Illidan, why do you choose me?"

The pirate glanced back, and he was keenly aware of the golden ring with huge purple gemstones on the finger of Kael'thas' left hand. This new discovery made Bo Laike's eyes shine.

Well, it turns out that Prince Kael'thas has also made a difficult decision.

No wonder he was in a bad mood and came to challenge Bo Laike.

"Don't look at me like that, I know what you're thinking, but things are not what your evil mind thinks."

Kael'thas also noticed Bu Laike's gaze, and he shook his head, saying:

"This matter was approved by the king father. He believes that it is obviously more important for the Quel'dorei civilization to obtain an artifact comparable to the Sunwell and to protect the country for a long time than a local war.

I have not disclosed the fact that Arcandor and you attempted to build the magic well.

I can pretend I don't know about it, but your actions must not undermine the interests of the Quel'dorei. "

His Royal Highness said seriously:

"Although I value my reputation and my promise, for the sake of my people, I can abandon my bottom line at any time!"

"Oh, you cultural people seem to be so artistic even in threats, but I can't say something so literary and extremely ruthless, full of deterrence.

A Kael'thas Sunstrider who has no bottom line is really scary. "

Bu Laike poked his face with his fingers, and said with a playful smile:

"Since you value your people so much, I happen to have some important news related to Quel'Thalas here, which is a piece of intelligence intercepted by my Uncrowned Ones.

I assure you, it means as much to you as this ring in your hand.

So, now I'm curious, what goodies are you going to give me in exchange for this news? "

The smelly pirate blinked and said to Kael'thas with a serious face:

"I think an excellent war bow is very suitable for the value of the information I will give. As a hunter with such status, although the two legendary crossbows for close combat are great, I still need one for sniping. Holy things to kill."

"You want Thoridar, the jewel of Quel'Thalas?"

His Royal Highness snorted and said:

"Then see if your information is worth the price."

"Come here, I'll tell you."

Bu Laike hooked his fingers, and Kael'thas leaned over gracefully, and the pirate whispered:

"You should know about Elisande becoming king, right?

But do you know who the nightborne queen chose as her first target of conquest? The Nightborne have always been troubled by the lack of mana. In the world of Azeroth, the ones with the most mana are you, the luxurious Quel'dorei. "

Hearing this news, Kael Thaston immediately snorted, he said:

"Your intelligence ability has declined too much, Lord Laike, this kind of thing does not need the help of the uncrowned, my father can also guess Elisande's ambitions.

At her coronation, she publicly asked our emissaries if they could buy the Sunwell's magic. "

"No, no, you didn't understand me, Kael'thas."

Bu Laike laughed, and said in a subtle tone:

"Since we know that she will launch a war sooner or later, why don't we think of a way to get rid of this threat? But Elisande, who has two artifacts of time and space, is not an opponent who can be dismissed casually.

Doesn't the wealthy Sunstrider royal family need an excellent assassin to help? "

"Are you willing to kill for money? Don't the uncrowned hate this kind of behavior the most?"

The prince blinked.

Bu Laike shrugged and said:

"I have always been proud of my flexible moral bottom line, and the dissipation of Elisande, an unstable factor, is also a good thing for the change of the world.

This does not violate the creed of the Uncrowned.

I think it is worth a hunting relic to invite a highly skilled, backbone and energetic assassin like me, right? Anyway, you keep it as a collectible.

The Sunstrider family has never produced excellent hunters. "

Kael'thas was moved.

His Royal Highness touched the ring on his finger, and after a few seconds, he said:

"let me consider it."

(end of this chapter)