Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 237 56. New Faction: The Uncrowned

Badlands, Melting Docks.

This is the new "commercial port" built by the goblins in this deserted land. It was completed a few months ago, and there are not many ships parked in the pier.

The popularity of the entire pier is very poor, like a big warehouse.

At the entrance, several alliance knights can be seen bargaining with goblin merchants.

They were ordered to buy some military supplies from here and take them to the front line of the barren land. But this scene is not normal, because the price offered by the goblin merchants is too low.

It's like half selling half free.

Is this something any goblin in his right mind could do?

It's a pity that the few human knights were still not satisfied, and they demanded the goblins to lower the price with a tough attitude. Logically speaking, the goblins who pursued profits would definitely not agree to such a "shameless" request.

But the strange thing is that after some discussion, the goblins who never suffer from business, actually gave in!

Can you believe it?

The goblin merchants actually lowered their prices on their own initiative!

Let a few human knights hold their helmets and look proud as if they have won a battle, while the green goblins, like a defeated rooster, go to the warehouse Curry to collect goods dejectedly.

Human knights dared to blackmail the goblins so blatantly because they had grasped the difficulties of the goblins.

These green-skinned little guys helped the orcs build ships and provide supplies for the orcs before and during the war, which had violated the taboo of the alliance.

They dared to do business with the orcs before because they were sure that the orcs would at least be able to defend the southern border of the mainland under the offensive of the alliance and form a separate regime.

But now, the orcs were defeated like a mountain.

The rapid changes in the war made it too late for the goblins to switch strategies.

The current situation is very unfavorable to the goblin consortium. Once the alliance wins a big victory and completely wipes out the orc forces on the mainland, the next unlucky one will definitely be the goblins.

The fleet of Kul Tiras alone is enough to drink a pot for several goblin consortiums.

So now, making money is a trivial matter.

At this stage, the most important thing is to win back the goodwill of the alliance, which is also the main reason why the goblins built the pier in the wasteland, a place where no shit.

They want to jump to the victor's side before the orcs are defeated.

In fact, after the alliance army entered the Khaz Modan theater, one-third of the weapons and equipment of the vanguard army were sent by the goblins.

After some weighing, Marshal Lothar accepted the "voluntary surrender" offered by the goblin.

But the fact that the Marshal forgave the goblins does not mean that other kingdoms will forgive them.

Therefore, after the war, the goblin consortium had to shed more blood, especially Kul Tiras, who could launch a devastating attack on the South China Sea trade route at any time.

If Dai Lin's big appetite is not fed, the Booty Treasure Coast will say nothing.

However, the troubles of the goblins will not disturb Laike's good mood for the time being. He will be in the tavern on the pier, drinking wine with gusto.

This is a typical goblin tavern.

The place is cramped and dark with few tables.

The windows are not too big, and the interior is decorated with all kinds of weird mechanical parts. Because it mainly serves goblins, the overall height of the tavern is very low.

When humans enter the door, they have to bow their heads.

It's not as lively as the tavern in Boralus Port, and it lacks the taste that some taverns should have.

Because the pier is not very popular, this will be in the tavern, and only Laike is a guest.

He was lying on the bar counter, with a bottle of wine in front of him, and he poured himself a drink. In front of him, the goblin bartender shrank behind the counter with a look of fear on his face.

He saw Bu Laike's pirate hat, and saw the pirate walking out of the sea like a flat, so naturally he didn't dare to provoke him.

The sun was streaming in from the bar door behind the Pirate, and was hitting the ground behind Bo Laike.

Just like the boundary between light and dark, it brings the drinking pirates into the shadows at the edge of the sun.

"jingle"

The door of the bar was pushed open, the closed wooden door hit the bell on the door frame, and closed again the next moment, undisguised footsteps sounded behind Bo Laike, walking slowly.

He opened the chair beside him, sat there, threw a handful of silver coins casually, and said to the fearful goblin bartender in a very elegant and magnetic voice:

"Give me and my friend two bottles of Badlands whiskey, the ten-year-old kind, don't fool us with fake ones, my friend will be very upset."

"Who is your friend?"

The slightly drunk pirate said without raising his head:

"Mistaking friends is a very bad habit, uncle, and this habit will kill you one day."

"I'm not talking about you, self-satisfied young man."

The mysterious Mr. Duke took off his top hat and put it aside.

Gentlemanly, he pulled away another chair next to him, and a few seconds later, Granny Xiao, who was staggering and with bandages on her shoulders, pushed open the store door and walked in.

She changed into a loose robe to cover the wound, walked to the bar, and sat on the chair beside the Duke.

"She's my friend, young man. Do you think I'm going to buy you a drink? You're right."

Mr. Duke, who was dressed like a well-maintained noble old man, laughed and reached out to pick up the black wine bottle handed over by the goblin. With a flick of his finger, the cork flew out.

The plug that flew out was like a bullet, bouncing back and forth three times on the bar, and finally hit the pirate in the eye, and was lightly caught by the latter in his hand.

While pouring wine for Granny Shaw, who was handicapped, the Duke said to Bo Laike beside him:

"Congratulations on winning, you are now a Master Assassin, and your seal of the Master Assassin will be delivered to you in a few days. Oh, and these two things, you forgot on the battlefield.

I brought it back for you. "

He put the wine bottle in his hand on the table, and took it out of his pocket lightly, and the hilt of the blazing long sword and the dagger of Devil Strike were placed in the hands of the pirate.

These two weapons were disarmed and taken away by Granny Xiao when she was fighting with her.

"Thank you, Your Excellency the Duke."

Bu Laike thanked very politely.

He put away his weapon, picked up the wine bottle, and poured a glass of wine for the little murloc next to him. The little idiot sat cross-legged on the bar, holding the wine glass with two paws and gurgling.

That posture, full of murloc alcoholic appearance.

"But I already have a seal."

In the tavern where the three sat side by side, Bo Laike raised his left hand, admiring the emerald ring on his finger, and said in a relaxed tone:

"I like this ring very much. After all, it has a special meaning, so I won't bother you to customize it for me."

The Duke, who was drinking, stopped moving.

He put down the wine glass in his hand, looked at Bu Laike, and said seriously:

"You know, what are you talking about? You know, what are you doing? Have you had too much to drink, young man?"

"Know."

Bu Laike coughed a few times, wiped the blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, and said:

"Grandma Shaw will lose her title of Master Assassin forever, and her faction will be disbanded immediately, unless they take it back from me, or steal it back.

Of course I know what I'm doing.

I declare war on them.

Either they fight.

Or just accept the result in despair. "

After finishing speaking, the pirate straightened up, leaned on the chair, looked around the Duke sitting in the middle, and said to Passonia who was drinking silently at the other end:

"This is an agreement between me and Xiao Er, mother-in-law. He said that within three years, he would take back this ring from me and bring back the glory for you. Are you so unconfident in your grandson?"

"Hehe, my grandson just teamed up with outsiders and stabbed me in the heart of this old woman. When you took away my title and my past, my grandson also took away my career and my pursuit .

I have nothing now, and as you say, I can only live on memories. "

Granny Xiao said in a lonely tone:

"Of course I have confidence in Mathias. He proved that he is stronger than me. I was at his age, but I couldn't make up my mind to betray my relatives."

"Isn't that what you taught well?"

Bu Laike laughed, picked up the wine glass and shook it, and said in a low tone:

"When you raised him as an enemy when you were young, you should have predicted this result today."

"Okay, two masters. Don't argue in front of outsiders, be decent."

The Duke picked up his whiskey and glanced at the terrified goblin bartender in front of him who was about to flee. Under his gaze, the goblin tremblingly held his head, covered his ears, and squatted on the spot.

Not daring to move.

He didn't want to hear a word.

have no choice.

The three bad guys in front of him didn't know how to lower their voices when they spoke, so he couldn't listen to them.

"Give me that ring."

The duke finished his drink, let out a moan of relief, and said to Bo Laike:

"Madias's future master trial, the organization has its own arrangements, I don't want to cause the same hell as today, almost causing the organization to lose two masters at once.

Master Bu Laike's seal has been made by the magic craftsman in Quel'Thalas, and it's too late for you to return it now, not to mention that it's not just a status symbol.

It is also an exclusive Assassin relic.

You won't be able to use Shaw's seal if you take it, unless you are willing to give up your personal legendary relic.

Do you want to?

Greedy pirates. "

"Say it earlier."

Bu Laike whistled and threw the seal on his finger to the Duke. The latter looked at it in his hand and said to Passonia:

"Shor, do you want to retire? Or do you want to continue working?"

"I've lost my arms, I'm a useless person, please do me a favor, don't squeeze me."

Granny Xiao held the wine glass and said in a harsh voice:

"Since my grandson has the ambition to inherit my name, let's stay with you for the time being and wait for him to claim it by himself. As for my faction, let's disband it.

Anyway, they are all from SI7, so it doesn't matter. "

"No, besides MI7, there are a few peripheral members in your faction."

duke said:

"Especially the young man from the Brotherhood of Masons. He is very talented, so he just gave up?"

"I do not care anymore."

Granny Shaw said:

"Whoever wants to go. After drinking this drink, going to the battlefield, and seeing the Horde fall with my own eyes, I will return to Erwin Forest to retire.

Don't come looking for me when the sky is falling. "

"Okay, I'll send someone to escort you there."

The Duke nodded, and looked at Bo Laike again, his eyes stopped on the Hidden Blades in both hands of the pirate, he stroked his well-groomed beard, and said:

"And you? Master Bu Laike, do you have any thoughts about your faction?"

"Of course there is."

The pirate snapped his fingers, took out a stack of papers full of writing from the magic bag, and put it in front of the Duke with a bang. Under the surprised gaze of the Duke, he said:

"This is my future planning and system construction settings for my faction. I think you basically have nothing to improve, so just turn to the last page and sign."

The Duke picked up the stack of papers in front of him and looked at the handwritten name on the first page.

"The Uncrowned."

The moment he saw the name of this faction, the Duke felt a void in his heart, as if something belonging to him had been stolen by a pair of invisible hands.

Trying to get himself out of that strange mood, he said to the pirate again:

"I know you have reached some weird agreements with the Pope and the Church, can you?"

"cannot."

The pirate stood up straight and said to the Duke:

"It's not that I'm stingy and unwilling to share this privilege, but you need to talk to His Holiness the Pope in person, so I can't help you, Your Excellency the Duke.

Plus, to celebrate the birth of a new Master Assassin.

Treat yourself to this unpleasant drink. "

After finishing speaking, he picked up the drunkard little murloc who had already started to fight drunkenly, pushed his pirate hat, turned and walked out of the bar.

A few minutes later, Granny Xiao also left here.

Only the Duke was left alone, perusing the stack of faction structures left by Bu Laike.

Half an hour later, the goblin bartender squatting there was really sore in his legs and wanted to stretch, but woke up the duke who was immersed in it.

He glanced at the goblin bartender, and said casually:

"You have heard a lot of secrets that you shouldn't have heard, my friend, you are unlucky. Now you have two choices, either join Ravenholdt and become a peripheral member.

Or, I can only send you"

"Stop talking, I'll join!

Hell, you didn't give me a choice at all, and besides, is there a pay perk for joining you guys? I want to work two jobs, and I have to get two jobs! "

(end of this chapter)