Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1898 26. The Principled Will Nally

"Master Silent, the magic mirror leading to Revendreth is ready, and the warden informs you that you and your female companion can leave this place at any time."

When Braike walked happily away from Torghast Sin Soul Tower and returned to the Sanctuary of Dominion, a Lich of the Oathsworn with blue soul gems on his armor appeared beside him , brought him Lord Zovall's instructions.

This Abyss-sworn Lich is a formidable guy at first glance. Although wearing a full-covered steel battle skirt like other Abyss-devouring undead, you can't see your face and eyes at all, but the vicious chill it emits is different from its body. The extra embellishments of the other swearers prove that this guy is no ordinary character.

Facing Zovall's message, Bu Laike raised his brows, playing with the black-clothed seal he had just made in his hand, and said in an arrogant tone:

"What? I have only been in Maw Abyss for less than a day. Is my dear collaborator, Your Excellency Zovall, going to drive me away? I plan to stay in His territory for a few more days to appreciate this most in line with the legends from all walks of life. What about the scenery of the land of purgatory?

I also heard that there is a master of anima in the Sanctuary of Domination, called the Soul Breaker.

It is said that there is no anima in its hands that cannot be excavated. It is said that all kinds of anima are the characteristics of the shadow world, and you must taste them.

I haven't had enough of it. "

The pirate snorted, and waved his finger at the Lich the Oathsworn in front of him:

"Go away, don't disturb me."

But the sworn lich did not leave, it followed Bu Laike and said in a hollow tone:

"You have had a secret conversation with that 'untouchable' for a long time, this is an evil deed that is enough to sentence the soul to be scattered in the Maw, only because you are a guest, Master Zovall allowed such an inappropriate behavior.

What's more, Emperor Denathus has urged you several times, that honorable person can't wait to entertain you in his domain.

If you need to taste anima, we servants of the warden will deliver the cherished anima to your room, but the ongoing affairs in various areas of the ruling sanctuary cannot be disturbed.

Lord Silent One, please don't make things difficult for us servants. "

"Difficult to do?"

Bu Laike glanced at this bold sworn lich, and curled his lips. How could an ordinary soul have the guts to speak out in front of an evil god?

This look was specially arranged by Zovall.

It seems that the secret communication between myself and the talisman engraver really touched Zovall's back scale, and I have become an "unwelcome person" in this place.

But Bo Laike rolled his eyes.

He can be sure that Zovar still doesn't know that he has guessed the true identity of the talisman engraver and has reached some secret cooperation with the other party, otherwise what will appear here is not a deep-sworn lich representing the warden, but Zoval Val himself is on the scene to catch the villain.

Worthy of being an old-fashioned eternity.

The soldier pretends to be a poor fellow with amnesia here, but there is a way to hide from Zovar's gaze. The bad old man who single-handedly caused various major events in the Shadowlands is really beyond his appearance.

"Okay, okay, I don't want to embarrass you loyal servants. I am moved by your loyalty to the warden. I don't have any servants who are as loyal as you. It's really sad."

Bu Laike nodded, and rubbed his fingers on the black print of the black clothes a few times, feeling the message delivery from another world, he turned blankly and walked to his room, and said to the "escorting" Yuan beside him. Sworn Lich says:

"But my irritated heart needs a generous tribute to calm down. I have long heard that there are all kinds of powerful anima in Torghast Tower of Sin Soul, so I don't want too much.

I took some of the derived powers of the six original forces, and made up ninety-nine pieces as a parting gift, in order to show the deep friendship between me and Your Excellency Zovall.

After all, I just persuaded a Titan Soul to join this great cause.

I think I deserve that kind of pay. "

The pirate glanced at the sworn lich, stretched out his finger and pointed to the bright streamer of legendary anima inlaid on his wrist armor, and said in a drawn out voice:

"Don't use the blue-green eco-friendly hearts to discourage me. Legendary hearts are rare and precious, and I'm too embarrassed to open my mouth, but ninety-nine epic hearts shouldn't be a big problem, right?

This is an expression of sincerity between collaborators, what do you think? Careful Mr. Zovar. "

The oath-sworn lich froze for a moment, as if talking to its master. After a few seconds, it nodded and said:

"Ninety-nine epic anima will be delivered to your room before midnight. Tomorrow morning, please leave the Maw and go to Revendreth, which is more suitable for your relaxing travel."

Promised so readily?

A trace of pity flashed across Laike's eyes.

I made a mistake. I should have just said nine hundred and ninety-nine. It’s been too long since I left the realm of unscrupulous merchants. Even the basic skills of the lion’s mouth have degenerated.

Asking prices all over the sky, and paying back the money on the ground is the style that an evil god should have.

The price of ninety-nine epic anima is really cheap to send away a Sangmen star evil god.

Especially for the warden who is in charge of Torghast Tower of Sinful Souls, which is currently full, such a snack is still far from his psychological bottom line.

"no!"

When he returned to the room, Braike closed the door and frowned. The evil thought of losing money if he can't take advantage came to his mind. He is now an evil god anyway, and he is a high-class person with status. Destroying the image, if you can't enjoy the fun of this kind of bargaining, then it's time to hire someone who is good at it to serve you.

Just right.

The Cthulhu glanced at the endless Maw of Despair beyond the room, and this land happened to hide a "special talent" that fit the needs of Laike.

"Burning Pa!"

Bu Laike pinched the seal in black in his hand, and said to his most unobtrusive God Chosen:

"You're running around looking for treasures on the Maw, right? It's just right, please be polite to find someone for me, understand?"

——

"What a pure Venthyr, I really don't know how his idiot character can survive in a place like Revendreth who regards intrigue as a virtue?

To be humiliated and devoured is still so naive, it seems that he is not a good partner, maybe in a few days he will be discovered by the warden's henchmen and taken into the Torghast Tower.

According to my second principle, my value investment in him seems to need to be recovered as soon as possible.

So as not to lose money.

Worse yet was being implicated by his reckless actions. "

As the voice of talking to himself resounded in a very hidden marginal cave on the floating island of Abyss Devouring, a very strange guy slowly appeared from the empty air.

This should be some kind of strange instrument similar to engineering creations. It is not using ordinary magic to hide, but more like opening some kind of phase gap above reality to realize breath-shielding concealed walking.

It is said that in some dark caves in Dellano, some ghosts affected by the power of death will also use this technique. It is different from the stealth that assassins are good at, and it is a more advanced concealment technique similar to the use of energy .

But compared to the peculiar instrument that can turn on phase walking, the owner of the instrument is obviously more eye-catching.

This is a woman.

But she is by no means an ordinary woman, she does not actually exist in any form, more like a mechanical creation endowed with the ability to move.

This can be seen from her legs made into curved armor and the mechanical parts exposed outside her clothes.

And there is no head at the position of the head, only an iron mask molded into a weird shape, and behind the mask is a group of floating blue-blue soul flames.

The dancing ectoplasmic flame represented the identity of the lady hiding in the Maw.

This is a broker.

A race of merchants originating from a small country in the Shadowlands, their race almost monopolizes all trade routes in the entire kingdom of death, and their civilization is exactly the same as the goblins in Azeroth and the ethereals in the material stars.

They are the kind of guys who can risk their lives for the sake of wealth.

Of course, compared to the vulgar goblins and hypocritical void spirits, broker spirits are more or less elegant, and they are indeed more disciplined than goblins and void spirits who are good at exploiting loopholes and are proud of it.

Well, the discipline here means that when a broker has to betray a partner for some reason, they will spend a few more minutes thinking about gains and losses than goblins and ethereals.

"Well, it's getting more and more difficult to do business recently."

Wearing yellow-blue striped breeches and a lady's tight waistcoat, with jeweled strings on her chest to bind a small cape and a short cape, the lingling lady put a bag of things she was carrying on her back in her hiding place. She waved her finger and picked up her magic book to calculate the income of this month.

Her ectoplasmic flame was throbbing and bending into a not-so-happy shape that seemed to represent how dissatisfied she was with this month's earnings.

She complained:

"It's all due to those rude souls, they rushed into this ghost place, let the warden's henchmen attack everywhere, and caused me to lose several secret routes.

Going by my first rule, maybe it's time to take the plunge and develop more routes. Well, maybe that naive Venthyr and his sidekicks can help.

Anyway, they are not afraid of death.

He also clamored to destroy the warden's plan, and he looked like a real warrior.

I like this kind of warriors who dare to die and don't need a pension. According to my third principle, I should call them up now and persuade them to serve my thriving business.

Alas, there are too few businesses in this ghostly place. I was the most promising new business star in the Wei Consortium back then.

Look at me now, hiding in a mouse hole and handling some unscrupulous underground business, just like a scavenger, risking my life to earn back such a small amount of melons and dates. "

This unhappy female agent sat cross-legged on the dilapidated sofa she stole from under the eyes of the oath-sworn, scratched her mask with her mechanical fingers, and said to herself:

"The Wei Financial Group has no place for me, and other financial groups will not accept me so easily. I don't have that much money to buy a new identity.

Zuo Financial Group doesn't care about accepting a notorious defector, but joining them means working hard to make money, which is not in line with my principles of life.

Do you want to agree to the invitation of the Suo Consortium?

I heard that Suo Lian went crazy not long ago, and he is gathering all walkers to prepare for a big operation. I, a good businessman who has fallen into the abyss, is also "famous". How about going to a few shops in the Veil Bazaar?

As long as I can survive and manage it for hundreds of years, maybe I can become a rich man. "

She was obviously bored in this meeting, and she was enlightening herself one after another, but she didn't notice the depth of her safe hiding place, which took a long time to build, in the cave where she piled up her "treasures" , there were two small figures carrying a dirty moon cloth bag and dumping things there.

"Hush!"

Ben Boerba kicked the power avatar of Old Gani, who was a bit carried away by his side. This weird and trendy trash god couldn't help being excited when he saw the messy piles of Maw garbage in front of him. .

But the little murloc is very knowledgeable.

The things piled up here seem to be tattered and tattered, but which of the items that can be washed away by death and still remain intact in the Maw, a desperate place that erodes all things, which one will be easy?

These are really good things that just look like crap.

But Old Ghani doesn't care about these things either. After fully "learning" with Bu Laike, Old Ghani's vision has been opened.

If something looks like trash, smells like trash, and is thrown in like trash, it's definitely trash.

No matter what strange treasure it is inside, as long as it is garbage, it is its own domain.

Even though he is not really here, the loa god who goes astray like Old Gani always has some strange abilities. Isn't it hiding on the Naglfar and smuggling into the Maw for the sake of these cuties from other worlds? ?

"Let me pick first!"

Old Gani bared his teeth viciously at the little murloc, but how could the little murloc, who has become the chosen one, be afraid of a trash guy?

It meanly grabbed the seal of the black clothes hanging around its neck, and waved at Old Garni provocatively.

Hmph, there is someone behind my lord, how dare you, a scumbag from the single gang, dare to snatch it from me? Believe it or not, I summoned an army of 100,000 murlocs to storm your temple?

"Okay, okay, you're amazing, okay?"

Old Gani swallowed his breath with low eyebrows, and made a "please" gesture to the little murloc with his nimble paws. The little murloc was satisfied at this point, and rushed into the treasure house of the female agent, Curry, with the mooncloth bag in his hand. There was a rummage.

Then Old Ghani also ran in and began dumping garbage with a smile on his face.

The two thieves had a great time sneaking around, they didn't even notice that a strange figure had already blocked the entrance of the cave's treasure house with a strange-shaped metal rake.

"Heart energy! What the hell is this!"

The female agent originally wanted to give a good lesson to the thief who dared to steal from her, but when she saw the little murloc and old Gani, she immediately froze while holding the rake used to attack the annoying Abyss Rat. land.

She is not an uninformed broker.

She saw the strangeness of the little murloc's life form at a glance, this guy is not a spirit body!

It is a living being!

"Damn! How did you come to the world of death?"

The female agent waved the rake and hit it with a bang, smashing a jar containing the soul to pieces.

Amidst the screams of a cat catching a mouse, the little murloc and old Garni ran around, and the female broker who defended her property was beating like a whack-a-mole with a rake.

While waving her weapon chaotically, she screamed excitedly:

"Don't run!

There must be a way to go to the physical world in you, hurry up!

give it to me!

Oh my God, a blue ocean market that no broker has set foot in yet, a whole infinite group of stars that can let me display my talents! According to my fifth principle, I must be bold!

I will be the wealthiest richest woman ever!

My name will be engraved on every statue in the Broken Kingdom, and those who exile me will respectfully call me the Queen of Wealth!

Ha, today is really my lucky day!

You strange fish that brings wealth, don't run away! "

"boom"

The metal rake she knocked down was sent flying by the little murloc with his elemental dung fork, and the force of the shock caused the female agent who was caught off guard to sit down on the ground.

She is clearly not a phase swordsman or assassin who is good at fighting.

She's just an exiled businessman.

It wasn't until the little murloc came up with a smirk while grabbing the dangerous Void Seal that the female agent, who was fascinated by the future wealth, realized a very serious problem belatedly:

Dare to appear in the life of Chu Yuan so swaggeringly, is there really someone easy to mess with?

But that's okay.

According to the first principle she made for herself, even in such a situation, she still has enough chances to escape, she is definitely not a reckless guy.

When the little murloc rushed forward, the female agent's body suddenly became unreal, as if the magic activation of the emergency teleportation was about to throw her into another safe place prepared in advance.

"Ha! Remember today, you almost caught the famous Wei"

"boom"

But before the female broker uttered a harsh word, she was sent flying out of the phase shift with a loud bang and fell to the ground.

In the last gaze of the hapless and cunning female agent, what she saw was a slender jawed dragon with bright skin and a sly smile wearing broken boots, a red turban on her head, and an old rucksack on her back. The funny look of wagging its tail at her while holding a weird brick-like stone in its claws.

The well-known "defector" and "survival expert" Wei Lina was unexpectedly attacked, and she will lose all her treasures and even her life!

hell!

Today is really a disaster day.

(end of this chapter)