Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1913 41. Wind Blows Blazing Blue Fairy Fields

Carrying a pack of holy light crystal cores that Shitou found in the ruins of the wilderness, Braike thought in his heart that getting these things back to Azeroth would at least create a monkey version of Ashbringer with an enhanced company. The evil god suddenly seemed to see it. Old Man Velen and Pope Fao gave himself a scene where the evil god knelt down on the spot, which made him feel less noble happiness.

But considering that I am already an evil god, this kind of obscene happiness can be imagined freely.

Maybe when the two old men are happy, they can arrange some kind of Saintess Knight for themselves, er, think about it carefully, forget it.

Lord Cthulhu's eyes are raised.

He casually took out several barrels of fine wine and all the stored sugar cubes in his luggage and handed them to Shi Shou sitting cross-legged on the ground as a reward. This good friend who is easy to satisfy grinned, showing a silly but very sincere smile Well, if the flesh and blood of some beasts stained on this guy's teeth are excluded, this simple smile may be even more moving.

The pirate looked up at the sky, then turned his head and told the mad Duke Sitar and his two loyal servants hiding in the shadow of the stone head:

"The steps of the matter have been told to you just now, as Prince Renathal's right-hand man and crouching dragon and young in Revendreth, you must shoulder the prince's expectations of you at this difficult moment.

Don't act in a high-profile way, let alone attract the attention of the emperor's henchmen. "

"Oh, those arrogant guys never set their sights on this place of exile."

Wearing a Dai Lin-style general uniform, with a command knife on his waist, Duke Sittal, who was trying to make himself look like a high-class man with his head up and chest out, curled his lips, obviously contemptuous of his compatriots.

But compared to the crazy look before, he looks a lot more normal now, and there is even a light of wisdom in those chaotic eyes.

This made the pirate wonder if the intelligence level of the brain-damaged Venthyr in front of him depends on how gorgeous his clothes are?

But his demeanor in front of him is not good-looking either.

Although the Kul Tirans' navy uniform is a very mighty design, emphasizing the chilling temperament of the soldiers, it is not very picky, as long as the appearance is not distorted to the appearance of "evil gods", men will have an aura after wearing it.

But Sitar suffered a lot before falling into the Ash Wilderness, and the long-term malnutrition in this place that was very unfriendly to Venthyr made him skinny.

Wearing such a stylish military uniform on him is like a monkey in a costume, which makes Bu Laike feel awkward.

Bring this guy back to Kul Tiras in his current form, and he will probably be hanged on the gallows in the name of "disturbing military dignity".

But Duke Sittal himself felt very good.

While arranging his messy hair with a half comb he found in the garbage, he took the buckle of the captain's cocked hat decorated with gorgeous features from Tubbins, the mud boy beside him, and held it in his hand.

Bending farewell to Bou Laike with a graceful gesture engraved in the bone marrow.

Under the shade of the extravagant umbrella triumphantly thrown up by another mud boy, Gabbins, he assured Boo Laike:

"There are not many gentlemen in trouble in this wilderness. Although they have given up elegance and embraced barbarism due to the current situation, I assure you with my surname and lost manor, respected prince envoy, the moment of justice will come Before that, I must be able to gather a loyal and powerful army of exiles for His Royal Highness."

"Well, of course I believe in your ability."

Bu Laike rolled his eyes and reminded again:

"The caretakers, the accusers, and the countess have all suffered misfortune. The insidious emperor sent evil assassins to assassinate the nobles, and he will not let go of those servants who are loyal to the three sin lords.

In the next period of time, there will definitely be more victims who have suffered the same as you and will be thrown into exile in the Ash Wilderness. I think, as a gentleman of Venthyr, you must not bear to see your tragedy in those poor people Repeatedly.

Perhaps taking this as an opportunity, you can form your own 'Court of Exiles'.

And my loyal good friend Shi Shou will be your assistant and help you choose those who can contribute to the prince's cause. His Royal Highness will definitely feel proud of you. "

"Well, what a good idea, your wisdom is like the annoying sun on this land."

Sitar's eyes lit up.

The Mad Duke felt that he had an idea all of a sudden. It seems that this tea party will be held several times in the future, so as to unite the gentlemen who are in the same situation as him.

As for Shishou

"Loyalty? What is that?"

The big man threw the wine barrel into his mouth and splashed the juice, while feasting on the weird-tasting goblin candies. He looked at his good friend foolishly, and asked a question.

Bo Laike curled his lips.

Taking this opportunity, he took out all the Azeroth-style snacks that were about to expire or had already expired, and piled them up in front of the surprised giant servant Shitou, forming a hill.

He snapped his fingers at Shi Shou and said:

"This is loyalty! Loyalty is delicious, don't worry about it, my dear big friend, come and taste the taste of loyalty.

When we next meet, you'll have honor, friends, and loyalty all at the same time.

What a beautiful thing. "

Bu Laike laughed, took a few steps back and disappeared into the scorching wind, Duke Sittar, who had regained some sanity because of the fancy clothes, watched the messenger leave under the cover of a luxurious parasol.

Although this guy is friendly, as a high-ranking Venthyr, he can feel the uncomfortable feeling in Bo Laike even in his blind madness.

It's like a small animal being targeted by a Tyrannosaurus rex.

Even if the former is not malicious, he still has some instinctive fear.

"Well, Tubbins, my faithful clay servant."

Sitar put a beautiful and majestic three-cornered hat on his head, and glanced at Shitou, a giant servant who was sitting cross-legged on the ground beside him and eating big mouthfuls. He leaned on the command knife at his waist and said to his servant:

"Your Majesty Stonehead, who has been appointed as the vanguard of the Revendreth Rebel Army, obviously needs a weapon that fits his hand, a battle helmet and a mud servant crown that suit his status.

Tubbins, I remember there was a big mire on the other side of the Ashmoor.

You can shape the stone tower for the giant servant to fight and the crown made of dried mud for the stone head there. Hurry up and work. Before the poor people come to the Ash Wilderness, we must show enough aristocratic majesty to convince people.

As for you, Garbins who is good at cooking.

I need you to improve the recipe of our 'wilderness black tea' and find a few more teapots. It will be very busy for a while. "

The two mud servants of different colors looked at me and I looked at you. They looked at their master who had just come out of a difficult time and started to put on a show, and asked in unison:

"What about you, Your Excellency? What are you going to do?"

"I?"

Putting on his good clothes, Duke Sittar touched his thin cheeks, and put on a nobleman's arrogance, took over the luxurious parasol and put it on top of his head to deprive him of the annoying sunlight.

He stepped on his exquisite and imposing moccasin boots on the scorching ground, proudly, and said grandly:

"Of course I want to conduct a nobleman's tour of his territory.

I want to show those savages who have bullied us before a good look at what it means to be noble, and it may awaken what little Venthyr glory and decency they have left in their sad hearts.

This is a good thing.

Look, we three poor people who depend on each other rely on it to support us in this abject hell until the arrival of His Royal Highness's emissary.

Oh, don't look so troubled, my servants.

Isn't the good day coming soon? "

Squeezing the aristocratic tone of being beaten to encourage his servants, Duke Sittal said to Shishou with an umbrella:

"Then, the vanguard general of the rebel army, put away your horrible and rustic eating appearance, show a sufficiently fierce expression, and guard me in a circle in the wilderness.

This is already the territory of His Highness the Prince.

We will take an oath of sovereignty. "

Shi Shou glanced at this silly little man who was putting on airs, scratched his head, and asked in a naive tone:

"A good friend taught me that when I do things for others, there must be something in return, so what can you give me? A friend? Loyalty? Or glory?"

"There will be, there will be."

Duke Sitar pushed his three-cornered hat confidently, drew a big cake for Shi Shou without blinking his eyes, and said:

"When His Royal Highness returns to his loyal Revendreth, everything you desire will be available.

My dear General Stonehead, please stop thinking, this dreadful job is not kind to your already whining brain.

Enjoy the simple pleasures of the moment.

Why not? "

The crazy Duke thought for a while, leaned on his command knife and talked to Shi Shou with eloquence:

"Those barbarians who are unwilling to obey the command of His Highness the Prince will give it to you as dessert, how about it? Just treat it as an appetizer before the main meal."

"But the emperor won't allow me."

"Forget about the emperor, you are now a loyal warrior of His Royal Highness! His Royal Highness said that you can eat whatever you want, as much as you want."

"Oh! Shishou likes the generous prince! The little man is right! Let's go, let's teach those disloyal exiles a lesson.

Then have a big meal. "

Amid the cheers of Stone Head, the limped giant servant picked up the skinny monkey-like Duke Sitar, put him on his shoulders, and walked towards the Ashes Wilderness.

Holding an umbrella and wielding a command knife, the mad Duke Sittal is now full of contentment, and seems to have returned to his good days as a high-ranking nobleman.

The wisdom of the nobility is so powerful.

It seems that these giant servants who were despised by the Venthyrs in the past are really useful, and we have to find a way to fool a few more to serve His Royal Highness.

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"Huh? Why are you still here?"

Carrying a large bag of holy light crystal cores, Laike came to the meeting place agreed with General Draven, which was a secret catacomb-like hall.

Such structures are everywhere in Revendreth. In front of the pirates are three activated magic mirrors of anima, through which you can travel to the other three dead kingdoms.

But Laike looked at General Draven who was guarding beside the magic mirror in surprise. This powerful stoneborn was carrying a stoneborn backpack specially designed for their size, and seemed to be ready to travel far.

The pirate frowned and said:

"Shouldn't you be serving the Stonesmith?"

"It was the Stoneborn Mother who asked me to go with you."

General Draven obviously didn't like Bo Laike very much, but this loyal stoneborn never disobeyed orders. It was stern, moving the huge bat wings behind it, and said:

"My lord Stonesmith asked me to tell you that in other countries there are also several dead lives transformed by the God of War, and they can also participate in the big action you planned.

And I brought the letter written by Master Stonesmith, and I want to hand it over to them in person.

In the end, my identity was too sensitive.

The Obstinate Legion is still looking for me, and I cannot move freely in Revendreth. Staying here is a hidden danger to other brothers who are operating secretly. "

"Okay, well, it seems that the stone blacksmith thinks I need a guide."

Bu Laike didn't mind taking General Delevingne with him. He looked at the three magic mirrors with different colors in front of him and said:

"However, she doesn't know that I know enough about the Kingdom of Shadows to allow me to travel freely in this strange land, but I still have to accept the kindness from the bald big sister."

Having said that, Lord Cthulhu glanced at General Delevingne who pretended he hadn't heard anything, and said:

"Where's your weapon?"

"I don't need a weapon!"

General Delevingne said very proudly:

"A powerful stoneborn like me can defeat the enemy with my own claws, and weapons can only slow down the speed of my claw swings."

"You should take the time to practice throwing axes, listen to me, you are right."

Bu Laike once again offered his own advice.

But the stoneborn general was noncommittal. As a powerful stoneborn commander, he could easily condense rock spikes for long-range attacks, and he didn't need to bring an extra ax at all.

He even felt that this evil god probably had brain problems due to his long-term exposure to the void.

Why insist on letting him practice the one-handed axe?

"Where do we go first?"

General Draven took the initiative to ask a question, so as to stop the chattering mouth of the scumbag pirates. He looked at Lord Cthulhu up and down, and suggested:

"Ascension to Bastion is not a good place for you.

It was invaded by void power a long time ago, and the warriors of Kyrian are also very good at dealing with void creatures. They have telepathic devices in various areas of the promotion fortress to detect voids. It is difficult to move around wherever you go. .

How about going to Maldraxxus first?

After the disappearance of the military master, the five secret courts are fighting openly and secretly. The place is very chaotic now. As long as you don't make trouble, no one will care about an evil god from outside the territory. "

"In the absence of the Eternal, I will walk sideways throughout the Shadowlands. Don't worry about my safety, my dear Stoneborn General."

Bu Laike waved his hands and said:

"I know what you are worried about, but even if my godhead is suppressed by the power of death, I still have mental combat skills available. Although I am not good at this unique fighting style, I am not good at wearing a divine costume. Fear the challenge from the shadow realm.

Decided!

Let's go to Blazing Fairy Field first.

I have some friends waiting for me there, and there is a 'family matter' that needs to be sorted out quickly. "

"Family?"

General Draven asked in surprise:

"Besides Madam Maiev, do you have other family members in the Shadow Realm?"

"No no no, not my family."

Bu Laike walked towards the teleportation mirror leading to the Blazing Blue Fairy Field, pointed to the sky mysteriously, and said to the curious Stoneborn General:

"It's my boss. The family conflict between her and her sister has been going on for a long, long time. As her most caring and best subordinate, I think it is what I should do to resolve this sister conflict for her.

No way, who made me such a warm-hearted and good subordinate? "

Stoneborn minds aren't very good at thinking through such complex matters.

General Delevingne didn't understand what Laike meant for a while, but seeing that the evil god had already stepped into the magic mirror leading to the blazing blue fairy field, he also moved his wings and hurried to keep up.

To be honest, the anima magic transmitted by the magic mirror of the Venthyrs is indeed much better than the portal in the material world. When the evil god crossed the gap between the two kingdoms of death in an instant, Lin Hai stood in the blazing blue fairy field. In the middle of it, he was determined to send this handy technique back to Azeroth.

Thinking about it, Dean Lanyue will be very happy.

And when Braike arrived at Blazing Wilderness, led by General Draven, he walked out of the tree pit hidden in the ground, and saw the strange elf magic blooming head-on, and his little murloc was riding a Things appeared in front of my eyes.

Ben Boerba croaked and waved to his owner, and at the same time showed his "new pet" intentionally or unintentionally.

The pirate and the stone-born general beside him rubbed their eyes at the same time, and after seeing the little murloc and its new mount clearly, even though Bu Laike had seen a lot, he couldn't help but exclaimed at this moment:

"Fuck, what are you riding this thing? Come on down, you idiot, do you want to get punched?"

(end of this chapter)