Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 227 46. Although he is lame, he has gained love

In the hinterland of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, at the border between Stratholme and East Weald, on the banks of the Sodoril River, by a farm, a postman had just delivered a letter and left on horseback.

The sound of the horse's bell had not yet dissipated, and there was the sound of a hound roaring.

A tiger-headed Gilneas royal hound jumped out of the house, leaped in the air very agilely, and threw the fat pigeon, which was resting on the railing, to the ground.

But it didn't treat the pigeon as food.

It is very clear that it is raised by itself, and the owner likes these stupid flying birds. The loyal hound just played with it, but unfortunately it scared the pigeons.

When the hound's paws were released, the poor dove flew away with a flutter of wings.

"Quiet, desolate."

A gentle voice sounded from the house, and the hound, which was about to chase the pigeon, immediately stopped in place. Soon, a young man in a coat and on crutches walked out of the farm house.

"Another letter has arrived, it may be a battle report."

Nathanos Maris, who had been recuperating at home due to illness for almost two months, stretched his shoulders. He leaned on a cane and brought his hunting dog to the farm mailbox.

The nearby farmers all knew that the owner of this small farm was a war hero. They heard that the young man killed a terrifying orc lord on the battlefield, and was rewarded by the kings and Marshal Lothar.

Therefore, when they passed by, they would always deliberately greet this young man.

Not to please.

It is very simple thanks and respect. It is such brave people who fought and fought on the front line, protecting them and their property from being poisoned by orcs.

And Maris greeted the passing farmers in a friendly manner, and took the letter out of the mailbox. He walked back with his hound while looking down at the letter in his hand.

"Alliance Military News, the Barov family's dinner invitation, the Tyr's Hand's invitation to the new barracks, and eh?"

Nathanos held the last letter in his hand with a surprised expression on his face.

Because the inscription on that letter was written in elven script, and the graceful handwriting was very familiar. He looked around, put the letter under his nostrils and sniffed like a thief.

Not a trace of fragrance came.

Think about it too.

This letter was sent by a postman, and it took a day or two for it to arrive here from Quel'Thalas. It is impossible for any fragrance to remain on it.

Maris suddenly felt that his behavior was a little wretched, so he hurriedly stood up straight, coughed lightly, put the letter in his hand as if nothing had happened, and walked quickly back into the room with a cane.

He also specially asked the loyal Desolation to guard the door, so he pulled out the chair, sat down, and opened the envelope.

The military newspaper with military information, the sincere invitation from the largest noble nearby, and the letter from the new barracks asking him to teach archery were all put aside, and the elf letter was picked up first.

But after opening the envelope, Maris froze in place.

It's empty!

Someone has taken the letter!

During the few minutes between the postman putting the letter in the mailbox and the time he went to pick it up, someone tampered with it under the surveillance of Huang Lu!

this.

Nathanos' expression changed rapidly.

But then, he got up calmly, stretched his waist, and pretended to pour a pot of tea. When he approached the dining table, the human ranger's hand lightly twitched under the dining table.

Then, he froze in place again.

I obviously put a musket here

"Are you looking for this?"

A hoarse voice sounded behind Maris, and the moment the ranger turned around, he threw the letter opener in his hand with a standard deadly throwing technique.

Fast and fast.

The narrow sharp blade roared and pierced the people behind it.

The hound guarding the door also broke open the door and rushed over with a growl. At the same time, the cane in Maris' hand slightly twisted, and with the sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed, a cane sword jumped into his hand.

Like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, swinging the blade, it stabs out behind.

"boom"

The slender blade of the jumping stick sword was pushed away by a shadowy finger, and the letter cutter thrown by the ranger was also hit and dropped by the flying knife woven by the shadow.

The hound that rushed over was still showing a fierce look in mid-air, but when it landed, it rolled over and dexterously squatted on the spot where it landed.

It recognized the guy sitting on the chair.

It recognized that it was the owner's friend.

It even remembers its owner and when it got hurt, it was the guy who took care of them.

Maris also recognized the person coming.

"Bo Laike! You're back?"

"Of course I came back. I ran all the way to see my friend, but I was almost stabbed to death by your sword."

Sitting on the chair behind him, Laike put aside the musket with the bullet in his hand, and looked at the little dress with a hole in his body with distress.

He said in a very dissatisfied tone:

"I just made this dress the day before yesterday. It cost a lot of money. You ruined it as soon as you put it on. You will pay me! Big farmer."

"It's not my fault, friend."

Nathanos put away his staff and sword with some embarrassment, he opened his arms to Bo Laike and said:

"You can knock on the door and come in, but you insist on playing this kind of Ravenholdt game with me. I didn't let the barren bite off your hand. I've done you a lot of face."

"Ha, after two months of rest, I didn't improve my skills much, but I have practiced oral work, right? Such sharp teeth and mouth."

The pirate stood up, laughed and hugged the ranger in front of him gently.

He whispered in Nathanos' ear:

"Take out the finger you put in my pocket, the letter Ms. Sylvanas wrote to you is not there."

"what"

The ranger let out a cry of pain, took his finger out of Laike's coat pocket, and swung it vigorously up and down, but the little murloc who was biting his hand refused to let go.

It looks like it wants to bite off the hand of the guy who dares to disturb its sleep.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Seeing this scene, the unscrupulous pirates shook their heads with laughter.

He sat back on the chair, whistled, and then Ben Bo Erba let go, dexterously jumped on the ground, jumped back into the pirate's arms, and quickly climbed onto his shoulders.

The little guy sat there, stretched in a very humane way, and stared at Nathanos fiercely with his big eyes.

As for Bu Laike, Shi Shiran took out a stacked letter paper from his arms.

He put the letter under his nose, sniffed it lightly, glanced at Nathanos, and said in an exaggerated tone:

"The aroma of black roses probably comes from the flowers of the Windrunner Manor. The high elves like to add these things to the ink to show their unique taste.

These elves are hypocrisy.

And as far as I know, in the culture of the elves, different fragrances represent different meanings. Tsk tsk tsk, black roses"

"give it to me!"

Nathanos dropped his cane, and quickly reached out to grab the letter.

But the pirate avoided him more flexibly. Like a monkey, he stood up on the chair, flipped over lightly, and jumped into the shadows before landing.

In the next moment, the voice of the pirate came from the shadow, right in this room, but his specific location could not be traced.

"My dear apprentice:"

"Hearing that you have recovered from your injury, I am very happy in my heart, and I am eager to see you again in Eversong Forest. The orcs have severely damaged this place, and the Sun King has sent elite rangers to support the war.

I need everyone here who is willing to contribute to Quel'Thalas, I know, and you too"

Bu Laike's level of Salas language is not very good.

When I read the letter, I couldn't read the elegant accent of the high elves who turned several turns, so naturally there was no sense of friendship with a hint of indifference.

But as soon as he read the beginning, he saw Nathanos pick up a golden war bow with a unique shape from the cabinet with a frosty face.

There are shield-shaped handguards, and the bow is like a phoenix with wings spread out. It is very beautifully made, and it has a golden-red painting. The most terrible thing is that a magic bound arrow has been attached to the bowstring.

"swish"

The pirate emerged from the shadows, made a gesture of surrender, and said to Marius:

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I shouldn't joke about the goddess in your heart, my brother. But you are really a lucky cripple, far away in your hometown, and a beautiful woman sent a letter."

"I really want to blow your head off with an arrow."

Nathanos hated cheap pirates with a bitter hatred.

But in the end, the bowstring was still not drawn.

He put the war bow aside, stretched out his hand to avoid the letter, folded it carefully, put it in his arms, and glared at the innocent pirate again, saying:

"Where have you been for the past two months? I entrusted Ravenholdt to search for you, but the supernatural Assassin League unexpectedly returned the entrustment.

They can't find you. You went beyond the borders of civilization? "

"What happened to me in the past two months is too complicated to talk about."

Bo Laike shrugged, took out the eerie Skull of Gul'dan from his large backpack, and rubbed it up and down in his hands, Nathanos' eyes narrowed immediately.

This is an orc skull, coupled with the magic power and fel energy floating on it, he made a bold guess.

"You hunted Gul'dan?"

Maris asked, and the pirate spread his hands and made a "guess" gesture.

"I even brought you a present."

Bo Laike didn't want to say too much on the subject, he took out another large magic suitcase from his bag and put it on the dining table with a bang.

The table trembled under the pressure, which shows that this thing is very heavy.

He opened the box, stroked the two head-sized things, then turned the box around, pushed it to the surprised Maris, and said:

"A giant beast egg from beyond the boundaries of civilization, I asked a friend to get it, I don't know if it can be hatched, if you don't want it, you can fry it now.

I'm serious.

I've come all the way from Andorhal, I haven't had breakfast yet, I'm going to be a little hungry. "

Nathanos did not answer.

He stretched out his hand and touched the surface of this Devilsaur egg, strands of light green energy leaked out from his palm, as if he was communicating with the hatched life within.

After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and said to Bo Laike:

"It can be hatched, its vitality is very tenacious, and it will definitely become the real king of beasts in the future, maybe I should take it to Quel'Thalas, there will be more magic power to make it grow healthier.

Thank you, Bu Laike.

I love this gift. "

"I warn you."

Bu Laike patted the table, pointed at Nathanos and said:

"If you dare to transfer what I gave you to Cirvanas, I will definitely not spare you! That girl cannot control such a wild creature.

Elves' aesthetics probably won't like it either. "

"how could be?"

Maris gave a dry laugh with embarrassment, he glanced out the window and said:

"Surely you didn't drop by to see me?"

"Look at what you said, it hurts my heart. Can't I just come to see my friend?"

Bo Laike walked into Maris's kitchen very familiarly, and made himself a sandwich. While playing with the table knife in his hand, he said:

"Okay, I do need your help with something, I took a job from the church, and I'm going to track down a dangerous element, and I plan to call Xiao Er together.

But there was a bit of trouble between me and his fierce grandma.

Shore won't necessarily help me.

He is afraid of his grandma, the poor child has been shadowed since he was a child.

Also, there is one more thing I want to tell you.

I."

Bo Laike put down the knife, picked up the sandwich, and put it in his mouth. He didn't look back, and said vaguely:

"A pirate now."

"Before I was a pirate, I was a prince, and I came from Kul Tiras"

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(end of this chapter)