Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 203 22. The fisherman never runs empty! (superior)

Watching Moroes disappear into the shadows, Bo Laike dropped the Orb of Deceit into his bag.

To tell the truth, it was just Bo Laike's whim to ask his own steward to help Auriden Perenolde, and it was also for the sake of the deceitful orb that made his heart rage.

Based on the current and future situation of Alterac, Laike is really not optimistic about Auriden's "kingdom plan".

As for how much Moros can help, the Pirates have not set a target line. His idea is very simple. It would be better if Oridan really rises.

If you fail, you have nothing to lose.

Anyway, Alterac, a landlocked country, really doesn't have much connection with the sea where he will be in the future.

The reason why Moros was allowed to go was to allow this serious undead steward to adapt to the new life. Moros in the game is very powerful.

Bu Laike doesn't want to waste this kind of talent, just to serve himself tea and water every day.

The pirate straightened his expression, picked up his wine glass again, stepped out of the warehouse, and joined the drunken carnival of the dwarves, just like this all night.

Relying on his magical talent as a drunkard, Bo Laike drank until the next morning, drinking all the dwarves who "challenged" him to the ground.

"I said last time, Hiccup, I want to give you a good gun. I haven't got Hiccup yet, but don't worry. When I go back to Ironforge, Hiccup, I will use my relationship to help you find it!

Me and little Hemet II burp, are drinking buddies, burp from him. Sure to get good stuff. "

Captain Darren Iron Mountain, who had been drinking all night and was shaking when he walked, sent Bo Laike to the entrance of the castle in the early morning.

Hiccupping, the old dwarf patted his chest again to Bo Laike as he promised himself. Bo Laike originally wanted to say that he had ordered a gun from the little dwarf Kelsey.

Now I still have a useful and powerful long-range weapon like the Hurricane Hunting Bow in my hand.

But after thinking about it, the dwarves are so stubborn. If you don't accept the things they give you, they will think that you are not generous enough, so you just let it go.

"After you get a good gun, send it to the assassin trainers in Ironforge. They are all Ravenholdt's official staff."

Bo Laike, on a horse, said to the dwarf captain:

"They can always find me.

I may have to live at sea in the future, traveling around the world, and if I find a good wine, I will also give you a copy, and send it to Danga Locke Castle.

Well, you don't need to send it off, you have to set off to the front line at noon, go to sleep for a while.

See you next time, friend.

Kill a few more orcs on the battlefield, and I will pray for you in the sea. "

After speaking, in the farewell cry of the dwarf drama captain, who was unable to control his emotions due to excessive drinking, Bo Laike summoned his cool hell steed and quickly disappeared under the hill.

"Ah, the true temperament of this dwarf is really unbearable sometimes."

Brad Laike galloped across the hills of Hillsbrad for a year, rubbing his aching brow, his alcoholic talent kept him from getting drunk.

But there is no way to avoid the headache sequelae of alcoholism.

He let the hell horse lead him to gallop like this, watching a round of golden sunlight sprinkle on the peaceful hills in front of him, as if every tree and every piece of farmland was covered with luster.

The orcs here have been driven away.

But the traces of destruction they left behind are still there. Those farmlands were severely damaged by the war. At this early morning, some farmers who had returned to their hometowns were tidying up the fields.

The scenery is fantastic.

But when Bo Laike rode his hell steed, which spewed flames from its nostrils and wrapped its hooves in flames, galloping past to greet the farmers in a friendly way, the superstitious ones were always paralyzed with fear.

This ruined the good mood of the pirates a little.

But nothing.

He is not going to fight with a group of superstitious farmers.

"What a beautiful scenery, but it's a pity that in another ten years or so, this place will be completely finished."

Bu Laike looked at the surrounding scenery with a little regret while the horse was bumping and galloping. The outline of Nanhai Town could already be seen in front of him. He curled his mouth and said maliciously:

"I don't know at that time, how many lucky people here will survive? If you fools occasionally have a happy day, please hurry up and pray for your Highness's career to go smoothly.

Maybe it can help you out of disaster. "

Ten minutes later, he arrived at the outskirts of Nanhai Town. Under the watchful eyes of a group of vigilant militiamen, the pirate disbanded his hell horse casually, and threw his commendation order signed by Marshal Lothar to the captain of the militia.

This action caused him "trouble".

The mayor of Nanhai Town heard that an alliance warrior was coming, and personally brought a group of people to greet him, and even alarmed the Lordaeron Navy Lieutenant Commander who was stationed at the wharf port of Nanhai Town.

Fortunately, Bo Laike has changed back to his "classic dress".

He covered himself tightly with a face covering and a hood, took out his blade fist to prove his identity, and bragged about his experience to everyone, finally satisfying their boring curiosity.

"I need a griffin for Dalaran, Your Excellency Mayor Mareb."

Bu Laike lowered his voice with a serious face, and said to the very young mayor in front of him:

"This is a confidential mission, I will go there to discuss with the mages, and then go to Stratholme to meet the Pope, my time is very tight, and the mission is very important.

I hope you don't spread the news of my appearance. "

"Is it related to orcs?"

With a sword on his waist, the young mayor looks like a very capable character.

He asked with a serious face, Bu Laike nodded, and the mayor coughed a few times in embarrassment, and said:

"Last night, a group of thugs suspected of remaining orcs stole a small merchant ship and fled into the Palatine Bay in the dark. They were very cunning and did not leave any valuable traces.

They also knocked out the soldiers who were on duty last night, stripped them naked and hung them on the pier.

This is a provocation to the alliance!

So early this morning, all the Griffin Riders were sent out, and this society was patrolling the open sea, looking for those thugs. It might be a little while before they return, Warriors.

You look tired enough to wait around town. "

"Huh? Invaded by mobs?"

Bu Laike thought to himself that those guys from Xieyan are quite capable, but his tone became serious, and he said:

"Nanhai Town is an important port of the alliance in northern Xinjiang. Five hundred soldiers and an equal number of militiamen are stationed here. This infiltration incident is definitely not accidental, Mr. Mayor.

I suspect there are traitors in town!

It must be taken seriously. Although the orcs have been beaten away by us now, those cunning bastards certainly don't want to just throw in the towel.

Perhaps what happened last night was a tentative attack. And my conscience as an alliance agent does not allow me to stand idly by, please allow me to join the hunt. "

"We are most welcome, Your Excellency Bo Laike."

The mayor of Mareb was overjoyed when he heard that the illustrious alliance warrior in front of him was willing to help. He held the sword hilt at his waist and asked:

"Do you need any support from us?"

"I need permission to enter various places in the town, including the armory, granary, material warehouse, and barracks. These all require your authorization, Your Excellency."

Bu Laike says:

"I will use my professional skills to search in the town. If I find anything, I will contact you immediately, but the assassin's actions need to be kept secret, please don't alert others.

Just pretend I've never been here. "

A few minutes later, Bo Laike, hiding in the shadows, almost laughed out loud as he looked at the mayor's authorization in his hand.

Of course, he didn't think about causing any damage, so he just went to these places for a walk. If he could find interesting "trophies", that would be great.

As for the town's vaults, Laike had no interest in that.

money

He has enough money in his hands, and there is still a mountain of treasures on Treasure Island. Now that the alliance is launching a major counterattack, it is time to spend money, and taxes from all over the place are used to support the front line.

How many gold coins can a small town's gold curry have?

His first stop was the pier. He planned to go to the ordnance Curry of the Lordaeron Navy at the pier. The weapons he had were sufficient, but the equipment of his subordinates was not sophisticated enough.

If you can find a few good weapons and armor, it will be a worthwhile trip.

However, on the way to the armory at the pier, Laike suddenly heard the conversation of two young men who were fishing by the waterside of the pier.

The content is very interesting.

"Hal, I had that dream again last night."

With chestnut red hair, he looks like a young man in his twenties, wearing a tattered white shirt, while holding a wooden fishing rod, in a dazed and helpless tone, he looks at the yawning "fisherman" beside him. friend" said.

The fishing friend's face was dull, lacking even expression, and he asked perfunctorily:

"Which dream?"

"It's that dream in which I appeared in Dunholde. It's been several times. I've told you about that."

The young man who had begun to speak said in a voice of shame:

"An orc who was kept as a personal slave by Boo Laike Moore escaped. In the end that guy destroyed the entire castle and freed all the orcs we held in the asylum.

He even became the king of the orcs. Called the chief or something. Crazy, right? "

"Stop thinking about it, Nat."

His fishing friend sighed helplessly and said:

"You forgot the last time you talked nonsense and almost attracted soldiers to beat you. Brigadier General Bo Laike Moore is a hero of the alliance. He is now leading the soldiers of Dunholde Castle to fight on the front line.

You can dislike such a war hero, but you can’t slander him out of your temper. It’s not good, it will bring you trouble, and it will also bring trouble to me. "

"Ok."

The young man named Nat seemed to have thought of something unpleasant. He looked around and calmed down to fish. After more than ten seconds of silence, he scratched his hair again and whispered:

"Hal."

"What's the matter, Nat?"

Fishing friend Hal became a little irritable, he said:

"Don't tell me, you had two dreams last night?"

"Yes, I had two dreams last night, and the same dream again."

Nat grabbed his hair and said with a look of fascination:

"In that dream, I became the most powerful fishing master in the world. I also moved to a place called Kalimdor. People from all over the world paid tribute to me.

Lots of people learn to fish from me, some pretty girls among them.

In my dream, I was like a fishing god. Oh, Hal, don't go! I'm not done yet. "

"Go and dream your dreams!"

Hal, the fishing friend called by Nat, turned his head, grabbed his broken hat, and threw it beside Nat. He waved his fishing rod like a sword, and screamed:

"I've had enough of your broken dreams, Nat! You've been like this since you were a kid, dreaming and fishing and nothing! I've had enough of you!

I'm going to join the army, even if I die on the Burning Plains, I won't have to listen to you talking about these weird things all day long. "

After speaking, Hal turned and left angrily.

Behind him, Nat held his friend's battered hat, and he called out to Hal:

"No, you won't die on the battlefield, Hal. I'll have two children, and you'll spend the rest of your life in a place called Theramore, but beware of turtle soup.

That stuff will kill you. "

"Fuck your weird dreams, fuck your turtle soup, Nat! Fuck!"

The fishing friend cursed and ran away.

Nat was left alone with a helpless and lonely sigh. He turned around and planned to continue fishing, but he was surprised to find that there was another guy beside him.

Wearing black clothes, with a hood and a face covering, he doesn't look like a good person at first glance.

When did this guy come?

"Hi buddy."

Bu Laike, who was sitting by the pier, took off the fishing rod on his shoulders in a decent manner, glanced at Nat, and said softly:

"Fishing, huh? You like this too? Let me tell you, I like fishing so much, we might be friends, my name is Boo Laike, I"

"Wait, I think I've seen you before!"

Nat carefully looked at the uninvited friend in front of him, shrank his head again, and whispered in a strange tone:

"I saw you in my dream, those people. They call you His Royal Highness"

(end of this chapter)