Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1631 264. You chose me as the commander, so my first order is

The spaceship technology of the Draenei comes from the Naaru, the proper "Naru power" black technology, and when all the facilities are in good condition, such a gem ship can easily travel at the speed of light among the stars.

For a large interstellar ark like Storm Fortress, the super configuration of five naaru as the energy supply allows it to easily carry the draenei across the stars.

Most of the 25,000 years they fled have been spent traveling at such high speeds.

However, a small frigate like the Exodar can only carry one naaru, so it cannot achieve long-term light speed voyages. After all, the machine will not be tired, but the naaru will be.

In the past, the four small frigates could follow the Storm Fortress to "snap the car", but when traveling alone, it is necessary to plan the voyage, so as to avoid the dangerous operation of naaru fatigue and getting lost among the stars.

But fortunately, this trip to the planet Argus to perform reconnaissance missions does not need to consider these.

After Illidan used the Sagerite keystone to pull the world of Argus directly from the other side of the stars to the galaxy where the world of Dellano is located, the distance between the two planets is still far away by mortal standards, but for the speed of light spaceship As far as it is concerned, it is only a few days' voyage.

And the travel among the stars sounds very cool and very unmagical, but after adapting to this flying feeling, this journey quickly becomes boring.

This is especially true for a fun-loving player like the Pirates.

Every time I look out of the window, I can see the stars whose light is pulled into weird shapes under the speed of light travel. It may be interesting at first glance, but it will be the same after seeing too much.

Although they are among the stars, the pirates are very upset that they can't even observe the wonderful star sea here.

What's more difficult is boredom, you can't fish in the sea of ​​stars

So after staying honestly all morning, he immediately germinated in a solid state.

This bastard took a group of Draenei Dark Templar Assassins under his command to find a warehouse for supplies on the lower deck of the spaceship, and began to hold the Draenei traditional "Jedni Contest".

That is to say, the draenei with big waists and round waists are shirtless and smeared with oil and wrestled passionately.

He used this reason to fool several draenei garrison officers who came to inspect.

However, when General Maraad came to check in person, he accidentally discovered that Bo Laike had set a handicap for the contestants to bet on winning or losing, so the nature of this matter changed immediately.

"Hey! Gambling is not allowed on the spaceship, I will accept it!"

The stern commander-in-chief of the garrison shouted to Bu Laike, who was sitting on the supply box, surrounded by a group of dark temples of the Broken, drinking and watching the wrestling in the posture of a mountain king, whistling twice from time to time:

"We are in a state of war, and your behavior is disrupting the preparations for war. I have enough reasons to throw you into the prison cell!"

"Come on."

Bu Laike rolled his eyes, took a sip of his wine and said unhappily:

"I didn't tie up a few draenei hooves to dance for you. It's already very face-saving for you, don't come to make trouble! You have to consider a problem, Your Excellency Maraad.

It's a perilous journey deep into the fel heart of the stars, and every one of you but me may never return, so what's the big deal about indulging in the last days of your life?

Can't enjoy enjoying after fighting for a lifetime? "

After finishing speaking, the pirate stared and shouted to the two dark templars who stopped fighting in front of them:

"I am the commander appointed by Velen! You all have to listen to me! Don't stop, keep wrestling and fighting!"

He also patted the bag at his hand, revealing a large pile of slender Hidden Swords piled up in the bag, and shouted to the assassins who were warming up in front of him:

"I have the flaming light blade specially forged by the Titan Guardians for stealth operations here, which can help you assassinate all the demons you encounter more easily, but I won't give it to each of you!

Only the top 32 of the Jedney competition can get this good thing!

This is not only a symbol of strength, but also my process of selecting commanders for the next assassination operation! You all know that in that damned place on Argus, you can't survive with the wisdom of an assassin alone.

And this is the first battle since the establishment of the Dark Templar. I hope that you will become famous in your lost hometown, and become representatives of the renewed resistance spirit of the draenei people who have been weak for more than 20,000 years.

I hope that you, like your companions from other races, can become uncrowned kings who can change your destiny with your own hands!

Will you let me and your fellow man down? "

The pirate's bewitching call immediately made the atmosphere of this wrestling competition more intense, and the collisions between the fighters also brought a bit of murderous aura.

While the very act of using void power to do such a thing is distasteful, it doesn't stop Laike and the others from enjoying the heat.

Seeing this scene, the stinky pirate shook the flagon in his hand proudly at Maraad. The commander of the garrison officer was very angry. After all, he is a guy who has been maintaining order all his life.

But he also realized that the pirates' claims were not entirely unfounded.

After hesitating for a few minutes, Maraad turned and left, but before leaving, the upright Vindicator still stubbornly said to Bu Laike:

"No gambling! This is my bottom line, and there are corresponding clauses in the Exodar's flight regulations. What I mean is, you can entertain yourself, but don't affect others!"

"received."

The pirates didn't bother to talk to the Orderer.

He waved away the boring Maraad, but the pirate rolled his eyes, and he said a few words to the warming up Broken Assassins beside him, telling them to send messages to the other people on the ship.

So in the early morning of the next day, when General Maraad revisited the lower deck, what he saw was a group of draenei, humans, elves, and orcs.

Even those human paladins who also believed in the Holy Light were gearing up to grease themselves, planning to compete with the draenei or the green skins here.

The entire lower deck has almost become a sea of ​​indulgence.

That bastard Boo Laike turned the warehouse into something like a fight club arena overnight, and he even made a "fighter's bar".

A large group of bruised and swollen warriors of all races was there shouting loudly for the fighting fighters, and Bo Laike himself stepped on the air and suspended in the air, holding a dwarf microphone as a guest commentator.

For a while, the atmosphere was so high that it exploded.

The garrison officer hid at the door, desperately finding that some young garrison officers who had just joined the army under his command also participated in the name of patrolling.

Among them were a few obviously drunk female garrison officers who were standing on the table, dancing in cool clothes amid the cheers of a group of men, and a few dwarves and dwarves were hiding under the table and winking and peeping.

This scene made Maraad cover his eyes in despair.

He knew it had been a huge mistake to have put Boo Laike on board in the first place, and it was nothing like the serious military operation he had imagined. Seeing them getting more and more noisy, the commander decided to stop it.

But just as he was about to enter it, he felt a hand pat on his shoulder.

"do not go."

Old Fording's gentle voice sounded behind Maraad. This light-forged old knight was carrying a few bottles of wine he brought and wearing very casual clothes. He said to his fellow believers:

"You will only be ridiculed by Braike if you go there. Believe me, that guy has definitely thought up a line to humiliate you. I can guarantee that you, a paladin who has read scriptures all his life, is definitely not the one who has grown up a thousand years." A tongue-in-cheek pirate rival.

And that's not a bad thing.

Whether it is humans, elves, or green skins, there is a tradition of carnival before the war.

Maraad, you can fight the fear of death with your faith, but you can't ask others to do the same. After all, everyone has different ways of relieving stress and fear.

In fact, it seems to me that Laike is helping you to regulate the morale of this patchwork army. "

"It's indecent."

The commander-in-chief of the garrison took a look at the warehouse where demons danced wildly, and he curled his lips and said:

"I can't understand the fun of such a pre-war carnival. Indulging in it will corrode the will of the soldiers."

"Are you sure you want to talk about corruption in front of an Old God? He's doing you a favor by not summoning a few Void minions on your ship for fun."

Old Fording squinted his eyes in surprise and said:

"Is there any deviation in your understanding of his career? You should have expected this scene when you let him on board. I thought you had thought about it carefully and weighed the pros and cons.

It's meaningless to say these things, let's go, let's go have a few drinks, and Uther will come over later, just in time for us to discuss the rescue of poor Mograine. "

"I'm not going."

Maraad shook her head and said:

"It's not the way I'm used to relaxing. It's painful to have such pleasure."

"Well, that must be the wrong way of enjoying yourself."

Old Fording grinned, pulled Maraad into the lively warehouse, and said:

"I began to understand why the draenei warriors respected you but alienated you. The Holy Light didn't tell you that pleasure is wrong. I think you should learn to integrate into the group.

This has no effect on your martial arts.

Come on, put aside those worries about the future for a while, and celebrate the present day of our existence. "

"Wow! Our little arena has won a heavyweight! Behold! The noble and powerful Lord Maraad has condescended to come to this warrior's pleasure ground.

Maybe he wanted to scold us depraved bastards with a cold face, so what should we do?

Do you just drop the wine bottle in your hand and accept Shengguang's boring scolding? "

Bu Laike, who was suspended in the air, had very sharp eyes, and he saw Maraad who walked into the warehouse with Old Fording at a glance. He drew his voice and shouted a few times in a strange way, and the whole lively scene became awkward.

Theoretically speaking, their messing around here really does not comply with the flight rules of the Exodar, especially the dozen or so dancing girls screamed and started looking for the clothes they didn't know where to throw them.

Maraad looked around with his own eyes, he moved his fingers, and planned to turn away with a cold face, but Old Fording shook his head and gave him a wink.

The commander hesitated for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand to untie the heavy gemstone helmet on his body, and moved his shoulders in the standard posture of a Jedney wrestler.

This action made the Draenei stunned for a moment, and then there was a huge cheer in the small venue.

A few drunken Draenei female garrison officers ran over with their tails flicking, enthusiastically smearing the commander's scarred muscles with wrestling grease. When Maraad walked into the wrestling ring wearing a wolf-head mask, the entire fighter The competition suddenly entered the climax of madness.

The stinky pirate in the air curled his lips in displeasure.

He originally planned to give Maraad a good look, but unexpectedly, this old-fashioned bastard actually showed the strength of "Fighting and Star Shifting", and properly took over the morale he had incited.

"What a nasty bastard."

Bu Laike cursed a few words in a low voice, he dropped down from the crowd, threw the microphone in his hand to a human paladin who was already drunk and was holding a hoof girl and gnawed beside him, and motioned him to be the commentator.

The latter laughed a few times in surprise, hugged the same drunken girl and walked crookedly up the stacked boxes, coughed a few times, and shouted in a broken voice:

"Hello everyone, I am the new temporary commentator Marcus, and now I will explain Lord Maraad's shocking wrestling skills.

Well! Look, how easy it is for His Excellency to fall down the pathetic greenskin who dared to provoke him, which is really pleasant.

Poor green skin go home and nurse!

Come on, applause rings! Let's have the next victim on the scene! "

Amid the boos and cheers of the crowd, the next draenei fighter walked into the arena with high morale, but Laike didn't care about it anymore.

He pushed through the crowd to the condescending place on the second floor of the warehouse, where several tables were set up, and all the commanders were here.

"Hey, what did you bring that bastard here for?"

The pirate snatched the unopened wine bottle from Old Fording's hand in dissatisfaction, bit off the cork and took a few sips, and said to the paladin in front of him:

"I think you're messing things up on purpose. If it weren't for the current situation, I would really throw you out of the spaceship and let you experience what it means to be a paladin."

"I just met him and persuaded him a few words."

Old Fording shrugged, and looked back at Maraad, who easily knocked the third challenger to the ground. The old knight also put his finger in his mouth, and blew a sharp and long whistle.

He turned around and said to the displeased pirate:

"I still have something to ask you. Before we left, His Majesty told us to bring Mograine back no matter what, but we don't know anything about the situation in Argus. What do you think we should do after we go there?" where to start?"

"I don't think we need to save him at all."

The pirate leaned against the railing, admiring the graceful dancing posture and figure of the draenei hoof girls below, he said casually:

"It has been so long, Grand Duke Alexandros Mograine has only two endings, or he has been corrupted into a devil's henchman.

Either he must have escaped the demon's captivity and become one of the rebels in that doomed land.

No matter what the situation is, you don't need to worry about Alessandro's fate. You don't really think that the demons spent so much energy tying a human paladin to Argus for fun, right? "

Bu Laike curled his lips, turned back and said to Old Fording:

"So instead of worrying about Mograine, I think you should worry about yourselves.

According to my rough calculation, if you want to return to Azeroth alive with glory, it is conservatively estimated that everyone here must kill at least 2,000 demons with their own hands. "

"Two thousand?"

Old Fording shrugged, sat on the chair and stretched his arms, saying:

"That will definitely make my shoulders sore, but no matter what you say, we have to fulfill our responsibilities to Mograine. After entering Argus, we may have to split up."

"Letting a group of you wander around in Argus, where you are unfamiliar, is sending you to suicide."

The pirate drank the last sip of wine maliciously, wiped his mouth and said to the old knight:

"The most important thing is that letting you commit suicide is not good for me, so I will act with you, but I will take over the command! Old Fording, from now on, I will be your superior."

"I have no opinion."

Old Fording coughed and gave a crooked military salute to Bu Laike. He jokingly said:

"So order, Commander Bo Laike, what do you need a veteran to do for you? A round of wine first?"

"You think beautifully!"

The smelly pirate pointed maliciously at the arena below and said:

"Fordin! My subordinate, I order you to join the battle now! Use your outstanding combat experience and the power of the Holy Light to knock down that annoying Maraad!

Push him to the ground and humiliate him severely.

What are you still doing?

Undress!

Shall I anoint you myself? Hmph, it’s not impossible.”

(end of this chapter)