Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1469 102. Aha, face your heart, Ah Qiang!

The raid tactic devised by Lor'themar Theron was successful.

It can even be said to be very successful.

In the mental arithmetic and unintentional attack, the seven magic arrows they shot accurately hit the target black carriage in less than a second, which fully demonstrated the excellent strength of the Quel'Dorei rangers in this aspect.

And Ah Qiang also saw with his own eyes that the magic stone of the arrow was triggered, and the seven-fold shining teleportation light curtain wrapped the carriage layer by layer.

Multiple teleportations of this intensity are triggered at the same time. According to the magic theory of energy resonance enhancement, even if the Lich King Anduin Lothar is really sitting in the carriage, it is completely enough to send him out of the forest with the carriage.

There may be a deviation in the teleportation point due to the impact of individual energy, but it will definitely not be unresponsive.

However, the cruel fact is that a group of people who were caught off guard were pulled back into the forest from the Mage Tower in Daysome City by a completely unscientific and unmagical "reverse grabbing" method, and were held by several hands. After the naga war mistress of the blade fell to the ground in a whirlwind attack, what appeared in front of their eyes was still the unscathed black carriage.

Just from the appearance, it is so low-key, so ordinary.

But being able to survive the bombardment of the teleportation magic activated by the seventh level without even leaving a scratch, this is enough to prove that the material of this carriage is extraordinary.

On the ground at the edge of the carriage, the elven arrows that had been activated with only the wreckage left. The aftermath of the magic just cut off the surrounding trees like a space cut, but it did not harm or affect the carriage at all. passengers.

He didn't even open the windows of the car, apparently because he was used to seeing strong winds and waves, and even thought this "assassination" was too much fun, after all, he hadn't encountered such a reckless ranger for more than 10,000 years.

And the little murloc who was originally standing on the carriage shed as a "royal guard" has disappeared.

Benboerba was probably the only "victim" in this assassination incident, and it was sent to the "cage of the strong" of the Silvermoon Council by teleportation magic.

"Look at the stupid thing you did, you boldly 'kidnapped' my murloc pet!"

Bo Laike picked up the elemental murloc "dung fork" dropped by the Murloc from the ground, grabbed the thing in his hand like a one-handed sword, and moved towards the handsome face of Lor'themar Theron who was tied up. Face twitched.

He grabbed Ah Qiang's hair and pulled his face up. While beating, he cursed:

"This makes me have to go to the cage of the Silvermoon Council myself to bring back my hapless little murloc. You guys will really find trouble for me. But think carefully about your group of Silvermoon Council members. When the casters saw the expression of a little murloc appearing in their well-prepared cage, I thought it would be very interesting."

"Falling into your hands, I have nothing to say. Facts have proved that you are stronger and more dangerous than I knew."

Ah Qiang was tied in place by a rope made of fish tendons from deep-sea creatures, which would be extremely embarrassing.

The haircut, which was always well maintained, was tousled and scattered by the stinking pirate's malicious and rough movements, and the ranger's helmet was also thrown on the ground, revealing a scar that hid his cheek.

The injury suffered in the orc war seriously damaged Aqiang's handsomeness, but it added a bit of fierceness to this handsome elf.

He tried to maintain his dignity under the "humiliation" of Bo Laike, staring into the pirate's eyes full of evil smiles, but did not choose to beg for mercy or move out of the friendship between the two parties who fought demons together in Dellano.

But he maintained the decency of such an elf that Bo Laike scoffed at.

The pirate let go of Ah Qiang's hair. He knelt down and said to the ranger lord:

"I thought you future 'potentials' would be in awe of me on Dellano's battlefield when you saw with your own eyes what I could do.

At least know not to try to stop me from doing something.

But now it seems that pure strength still cannot make you diehards learn to fear and act cautiously. I think I should teach you a lesson, Ah Qiang.

But don't worry.

For the sake of my good friend Kael'thas Sunstrider, I will not torture you, let alone kill you. "

Bu Laike picked up the pipe and lit it in front of Ah Qiang's eyes. As the smoke from the first strand of tobacco burning rose, the pirate reached out and patted Ah Qiang's head. He whispered:

"I'll even let you go.

Yes, you heard me right, I am not going to pursue this stupid assassination, you are just trying to do stupid things beyond your ability and get the expected failure.

This failure itself is the best humiliation for you.

However, in order to make your memory long, I want to take from you something that you regard as a treasure. "

Lor'themar Theron, who was ready to die, felt a jump in his heart when Bo Laike got up with a strange smile.

He felt that something was wrong, and was about to struggle to cut the rope with the knife hidden in his hand, but was slapped hard on the shoulder by the naga mistress who was guarding him with a trident.

This powerful blow knocked Ah Qiang to the ground.

Then, in the midst of spinning around, he saw Braike walking to the side of Liadrin who was also tied up, grabbing the long braid of the elf priest, and dragging her to the side. Go to the black carriage.

Liadrin was struggling.

But how could a spellcaster like her possibly overcome Bu Laike Shaw in terms of strength or skill?

The priest also wanted to throw the Smite of Converging Light as a last-ditch effort, but before the spell was finished, Laike hit the snow-white neck with a light throat-slitting hand.

The gathering holy light shattered, and even Liadrin was suffocated.

The whole handsome face became painful.

"Lor'themar Theron, at this point in time, no one knows better than me what kind of career you will do in the future. After all, I am a prophet. I never use the present achievements but the future potential to judge a person's worth.

You are without a doubt one of the most valuable of all the elves in this country.

Even in a sense, your status in the history of the Quel'dorei elves is not inferior to that of Kael'thas Sunstrider you are now loyal to. "

Braike dragged Liadrin by her hair and pulled her towards the black carriage, while turning her head to face Lor'themar who was trapped in place by two naga mistresses pressing down on the neck with two tridents staggered behind her. Theron spoke.

Under the angry gazes of the elf warriors who were stripped of their armor and weapons by the cruel Naga and humiliated by being hung up naked, Laike said in a long voice:

"It is precisely because I know what great things you will do in the future, Aqiang, that I know that pain, torture, and humiliation are meaningless to a tough soul with a strong future like you.

Your loyal mind ensures that you can convince yourself to survive these sufferings, and all the tortures I give you will become powerful nourishment for you.

This is not the purpose of my punishment!

So, I decided to change the way. I want to take away the treasure that you never said, but has always been hidden in the bottom of your heart. I still remember when we met in Dellano last time, I advised you to face your heart frankly.

I sincerely hope that you have taken my advice and have told Ms. Liadrin what is on your mind.

if you didn't

So sorry, sorry.

You may never have that chance again. "

The smelly pirate laughed.

He raised his head, shrugged his shoulders and let out a long, standard giggle of a villain. Liadrin, who was holding his hair, wanted to scold and scream, but was quickly stuffed into a rag by Laike. Gag.

The pirate threw Priest Shengguang, whose hands and body were bound, in front of the carriage. He exhaled a smoke ring, and looked back at Aqiang who was in a panic.

He said:

"Aren't you curious, who is the big man in the carriage I personally escorted? I guess you must think that it may be Lothar or Elisande.

But you guessed wrong.

The poor imagination of you quel'dorei is hopeless.

Come.

I post the answer to you. "

While talking, Bu Laike reached out and knocked politely on the carriage door. He deliberately squeezed his eyebrows at Aqiang, and then elongated his voice, saying in the oldest and most elegant highborne Salas language:

"My dear Majesty, good news! I have just found a suitable maid for you, please deign to have a look at her.

Although she is not as good and perfect as Tyrande Windtalker, nor as loyal and capable as Lady Vashj, you know, it is difficult for us to find a better one in the backwaters of Quel'Thalas.

I suggest that you can make do with it first. "

"Make do with it? Is this how you serve your supreme empress? Bo Laike Shaw, my Chief of Guards."

A hoarse and magnetic voice sounded in the black carriage that made all the Quel'dorei elves present feel as if they had been struck by lightning.

Although they have never heard this voice in their life, this does not prevent these elves from having an indescribable instinctive desire to obey from the bottom of their hearts when they hear it.

It's as if the "loyalty switch" deep in their souls and minds has been turned on.

It's as if the lady in the carriage, whose voice alone is enough to make all men and women think about it, is the lord of destiny of all elves in terms of law and blood.

"Maybe I should throw a spell on you that is enough to impress you for a lifetime, so as to warn you to change your poor service attitude."

Following the merciless scolding, the door of the black carriage was finally opened under the watchful eyes of all the elves.

The interior of this carriage, which seems to only accommodate four people, has a huge space beyond their imagination, and in Nabu Laike's specially renovated, luxurious palace-like carriage space, a huge crystal shell king's chariot is displayed there .

On the extravagant royal chariot lay a strange creature with four arms, an elf's upper body and an octopus-like lower body.

Even though her body was covered with scales, every blink of those dark red eyes with yellow pupils gave her an astonishing charm.

Even though he looks like a monster, the onlookers can't taste the disgusting aura from this figure at all, but feel that the other party has a kind of attraction from the bottom of his heart.

Commanders and warlords such as Lor'themar and Liadrin and Dar'Khan Dellaxe recognized who this man was.

Her appearance was like a bomb that shattered the hearts of these people in an instant.

God!

It turned out to be Azshara!

One Braike Shaw is difficult enough to deal with, and now there are still Nightborne attacking the Sunwell, which is already a disaster-level event, but all this is nothing compared to the appearance of the queen in front of him. It is no longer worth mentioning.

The Queen of the Deep Sea Empire suddenly appeared in Quel'Thalas. Is the dynasty of the Sunstrider going to be destroyed in history today?

Queen Azshara felt the shock and fear in the hearts of the quel'dorei around her, but she didn't care what her rebellious subjects thought.

She looked at Liadrin, who was limp on the ground in front of the carriage door, with a scrutinizing gaze. After a few seconds, she said in a critical tone:

"Look up, boy, let me see you."

Liadrin really didn't want to look up.

She was unwilling to expose her weakness in front of the elf queen.

But when she heard the command from Queen Azshara's charming voice, even though Liadrin was unwilling, her body made movements against her will.

She raised her head tremblingly.

He didn't even dare to look directly at Her Majesty the Queen, so he could only close his eyes and wait for the Queen's verdict with shortness of breath.

It didn't seem like a weak move for a legendary priest to make.

As walkers who serve the Holy Light, their willpower may not be as strong as steely warriors, but they are definitely not confused by a few words.

The reason for the current situation can only be attributed to Azshara's unique "King Breath" that is almost incomprehensible to all elves.

This has nothing to do with Liadrin's strength.

As long as she is an elf, she cannot escape this influence.

Look at Lor'themar Aqiang, who was being held there next to him, he was gnashing his teeth, and the veins on his neck were bulging, trying to resist the "call of the king" from Queen Azshara.

"Not bad, but far from perfect."

Ten seconds later, Queen Azshara commented on Liadrin in front of her as if evaluating something.

The proud queen snapped her fingers and said:

"As you said, my chief guard, I can't find a better one in the backcountry of Quel'Thalas. She is barely suitable, and I will give her the qualification to serve me.

But it's just a qualification.

But I will train her carefully, because in your prophecy, this girl named Liadrin will do great things.

I've always liked people who can do great things! "

After saying this, Liadrin, who was tied up, sobbed violently. She seemed to want to resist this damn fate, but in front of Azshara, it was really difficult for her to show the courage to resist to the end.

This is normal.

This elf priest has not yet ushered in her fateful moment in life, and she is far from being powerful now.

The naga mistress next to the queen stepped forward to help the limp Liadrin into the carriage. At this moment, Bu Laike looked back at Aqiang who was behind him with his teeth bared.

This look really means a lot.

Lor'themar Theron even read a damn "encouragement" in that look.

This gave Ah Qiang a premonition that if he failed to keep Liadrin here, he would definitely lose her completely, and then regret it for the rest of his life.

"Azshara...Your Majesty!"

Ah Qiang was so happy at this moment, he shouted loudly under the pressure of the trident crossed around his neck:

"You can only get a not-so-perfect maid if you take Liadrin away, but if you let her go, you will get a loyal Quel'dorei commander!

You heard it just now, the prophet in black foretold my fate.

I will influence this world in the future, I will make a real cause in the future, I am willing to dedicate this talent to you, Your Majesty, and as the price of loyalty, I hope Liadrin and my companions can be free . "

"Ok?"

Ah Qiang's sudden speech caused Her Majesty the Empress to glance at him in surprise.

She didn't notice this embarrassed Ranger Lord at first, but after hearing his self-narration, she became interested.

She glanced at Liadrin, whose face was full of tears and began to struggle frantically between the two naga hostages, then glanced at Lor'themar Theron, who was full of pain but had made a decision, and finally looked at her guard long.

Laike shrugged his shoulders to Her Majesty the Empress.

He took down his pipe and said:

"Change it, Your Majesty, it's not a loss."

(end of this chapter)