Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 283 102. This bastard! The script is not like that! Extinguish that ball of light, take up the sword!

Bo Laike walked in the cold and dark cabin of the Naglfar, with the silent knight Joan Crydorn at his side, and the first officer, the pirate dragon Sephiel, on the other side.

He is giving orders.

"Greyson's ghost ship needs manpower, let Xieyan take the snake man on his ship, and follow this group of North Sea pirates to Vashj'ir to supervise the battle.

I delegate command to Grayson and Evil Eye.

If the Beihai colleagues are afraid of Naga, but not me, and dare to escape privately, they will all be killed. It is used to devour the power of Jotunheim and make that ship grow rapidly.

If they are willing to carry out the order, they will collect the souls of the pirates who died in battle. More than a hundred people are enough to fill the ship with manpower. "

"Captain, you don't seem to trust them."

Sefiel asked in a low voice:

"The next step is to go to the Northrend sea area. Don't you need to keep some old pirates as guides?"

"No. I am familiar with the coastal terrain there, and I don't need any guide."

Bu Laike waved his hand and said:

"What's more, if they have bad intentions, letting them lead the way will lead us into the ditch. How do I know that the sudden arrival of Anne Bonn is not a "bitter trick" staged by my colleagues in Beihai? "

"Captain, you are asking for the loyalty of a group of pirates, which is too difficult."

Pirate Dragon's first mate complained:

"Didn't you say that yourself? Loyalty is not a pirate virtue, how can you ask a group of people to give you something they have absolutely nothing?

I think you are making things difficult for them. "

"Look at what you said, do I want their loyalty?"

Bu Laike said in a strange tone:

"I obviously want them to die, okay?

Everyone is an old pirate, and they still play the game of heart-for-heart. They attacked my port. I didn't hang them all, which is already very generous.

It would be silly if they asked for more, right?

To deal with this group of scumbags, you have to be worse than them, and make them fear you from the bottom of their hearts. And when you're bad enough, everyone looks good

In your eyes, the world will be extremely beautiful.

This is my secret to keeping a good mood, learn it, my Sefiel. "

"Unreasonable!"

The Pirate Dragon yelled and disappeared into the cabin with a whoosh.

"Don't follow me either."

Bu Laike said to the Knight of Cridorn beside him:

"Find more people to hone your combat skills. It's not a shame not to be able to pick up the apocalypse, and I can't pick it up either. After a while, I'll find friends to help you make some rune weapons.

You are not orthodox death knights, it doesn't matter, you can pretend to be death knights.

Go ahead and do things. "

"Let me take my leave, Your Highness."

Having let His Highness down before, the extremely ashamed Knight Cridorn nodded, turned around and strode away. Bo Laike watched the knight disappear into the darkness of the cabin, touched the magic luggage, and sighed.

"Are you looking for a sword-bearer for that crazy weapon? My little master."

Xal'atath, who accompanied him like a shadow, whispered in Bu Laike's ear:

"It's really hard, it's not easy to find a tough soul that can resist death, but I'm willing to give you the energy, leave it to me.

Let me discern the potential of those souls, and I will find strong enough subordinates for you.

This is to prove my loyalty and dedication to you, little master. "

"OK."

Bu Laike blinked and said:

"Then leave it to you, let me see your ability."

"You won't be disappointed, enjoy the next 'private date' with a charming elf lady, my little mistress. She looks angry and you'll have to use some skill to make her comfortable. "

Sartaras let out a short, eerie laugh, his voice lost in the darkness.

The pirate turned his head and looked at the ghost of the high elf ranger general on the other side in the darkness, leaning on the deck of the cabin with his arms folded, staring at him indifferently.

He shrugged his shoulders, and performed a very standard elf etiquette to the Windrunner mother and lady in front of him in the dark.

When he raised his head, he asked in a not-so-standard Salas language:

"So, what do you, angry passenger, want to talk to my captain, who knows so many secrets? Ms. Liresa Windrunner."

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Outside the ruins of Stormwind City, Erwin Forest, Gold Shining Town, Lion's Pride Hotel.

This prestigious hotel in the Stormwind Kingdom was destroyed in the flames of war when the orcs invaded the kingdom.

However, as the alliance returned to southern Xinjiang, the century-old hotel was reopened on the original site, and Mr. Falei, who has been running the hotel for three generations, is very lucky.

He spent all his family assets, and just a few days after rebuilding the hotel inherited by his family, he checked in a "heavyweight" guest.

Needless to say, he spent a lot of money, and Boss Farley made a lot of money.

But I was always anxious in my heart, for fear that if I didn't do a good job in service, I would be chopped off by the elite soldiers of the alliance with three layers of guards around the hotel.

There is no way, the identity of the guest who occupies the entire hotel is really too honorable.

"Is the Marshal still awake?"

It was just early in the morning, when the first ray of sunlight fell from the treetops of the Erwin Forest, which was devastated by the war, but still extremely peaceful, another visitor with a great background stepped into the hotel with exhaustion all over his body. .

The visitor was still wearing wartime armor, even stained with blood. It was obvious that he had just returned from the battlefield and came here before he had time to rest.

The one who greeted him was Colonel Abedis, the captain of Marshal Lothar's guard and a senior nobleman of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

Facing the visitor's inquiry, the colonel replied softly:

"The Marshal hasn't woken up yet, but according to Pastor Benedictus, he may wake up in the next few days. Your Excellency Duke Mograine, you should take a rest first.

I heard that you came all the way back from the battlefield in the Burning Steppes, it was a long journey.

I will arrange a room for you in this hotel, and it will not be too late to visit His Excellency the Marshal after you wash off your fatigue. "

"Ok."

Grand Duke Alexandros Mograine nodded.

The top nobleman of the Kingdom of Lordaeron was indeed tortured by the pommel horse fatigue. He accepted the colonel's suggestion and took a comfortable hot bath in his room.

After changing into loose casual clothes, he went to the room where Marshal Lothar was, and visited the commander who led the alliance to a brilliant victory.

However, Marshal Lothar was not the only visitor in his room.

"Your Highness Varian, I heard that you have been guarding here for the past few days. This is not acceptable. The soldiers fighting for you are still in the barracks. As a monarch, you should also take time to visit them."

Duke Mograine saw the young man standing at the edge of the room, so he said something.

Prince Varian Wrynn, who looked a bit haggard, turned his head and smiled at Duke Mograine. He glanced at Anduin Wrynn, who was lying on the bed next to him and protected by two priests with a holy light barrier. Lothar.

He said softly:

"Thank you for your reminder, Your Excellency, I have been to the barracks yesterday, the morale of the soldiers is very high, they are eager to return to the battlefield, and saw the greenskins being driven back to their world with their own eyes.

You just got back from the battlefield, how are things going there? "

"It went very well, and the green skins were scared out of their wits."

When it came to the battle, the brave Duke suddenly showed a soldier's smile. He laughed and waved his hands, saying:

"They were routed in the Burning Plains, and our soldiers took many prisoners. Although there are still a few cunning greenskin clans who fled to the Swamp of Sorrows and the Damned in the chaos, they are no longer a threat.

General Turalyon had a good view of the overall situation. He strategized and pursued the remnants of the orcs in a leisurely manner, consuming their willpower and letting them collapse without fighting.

But Dai Lin, that lunatic, was very dissatisfied with this way of waiting for work.

He is planning to make an extremely risky landing of his fleet on the coast of the Blasted Lands, and intends to deploy heavy troops there, and will not allow any greenskins to escape Azeroth.

The pain of losing a loved one and the desire for revenge in his heart turned Dailin into a stubborn and terrible butcher. Although this is not a bad thing for us, may the Holy Light bless his soul. "

Speaking of the battle situation, His Excellency the Grand Duke made a prayer gesture on his chest.

In the palm of his hand, there is also a blazing holy light shining.

This detail made Varian blink his eyes, and the young crown prince poured a glass of wine for the elder, and asked softly:

"I heard that before the war started, you were personally baptized by Faol, joined the Knights of the Silver Hand, and became a glorious paladin.

The ritual I mean, is it complicated? "

"Ok?"

This question stunned Duke Mograine for a moment, he looked at Varian, and after a few seconds, he said:

"Do you also want to become a paladin? Varian, I saw you wielding a sword on the battlefield. Marshal Lothar often praised your martial arts. You have mastered the power of anger.

So young, so full of potential.

The way of the warrior suits you better, child. "

"Perhaps so."

Varian pursed his lips, and he glanced at Marshal Lothar lying on the hospital bed again, and said softly:

"But on the battlefield, I mean the battle that I saw with my own eyes, the battle between Marshal Lothar, whom I regard as my father, and the green-skinned warchief.

The moment I was knocked back by Orgrim, I fell to the ground, and that's when I saw it."

The young prince clenched his fists and said:

"I don't know if it was a trance caused by injury, but I vaguely saw the vision of Marshal Lothar being killed by Orgrim, and at that moment I was extremely terrified.

I feel like I'm losing him.

After losing my father, the king, I will lose another father.

I was terrified.

He prayed to the Holy Light, praying that it would bless the Marshal through that dangerous disaster. "

Having said that, Varian looked left and right, and stretched out his hand towards Mograine like a thief. Under the stunned gaze of the Duke, a faint and holy light shone in the palm of Varian's hand. shine.

With a relieved smile, he said to Mograine:

"The Light answered my prayer, and in that warm revelation, it told me that Marshal Lothar's fate had been diverted, and it told me that we were all free.

Then I saw the marshal swung his sword, beheading the dominant green-skinned chieftain in an almost impossible counterattack.

Your Excellency the Duke, or to put it this way is a bit too idealistic.

but.

In my opinion, this is the protection of the Holy Light and also the revelation of the Holy Light to me.

The marshal's great deeds inspired me, perhaps more than being a great warrior, I should be a defender of my people and my country.

Not only to protect their lives, but also to defend their souls.

I've lost them once.

I can no longer allow the Wrynn family to lose this land for the second time. "

"Well, as you said, this is indeed the will of the Holy Light."

Your Excellency the Duke, a devout follower of the Holy Light, looked at Varian Wrynn in front of him with a gaze that looked like a treasure. He stretched out his hand and patted the young prince on the shoulder.

He said:

"It is my honor to witness a pure soul enter the path of the Holy Light with my own eyes. Your Highness Varian, I am willing to serve as your witness and invite you to join the Knights of the Silver Hand.

I believe that His Majesty Fao will be very happy when he hears this news.

After you have undergone rigorous training, he will definitely be willing to hold a baptism ceremony for you in person, and the power of the Holy Light has increased again, which is really something worth celebrating.

Thanks Holy Light!

Pray with me tonight, little Varian, as I teach you some paladin combat techniques. "

"Yes, Your Excellency the Duke."

Varian smiled.

After agreeing to pray together, His Excellency the Duke left the marshal's room, intending to eat something to soothe his stomach.

But when he went downstairs, he saw a person waiting for him there.

"Are you, Ms. Shaw's grandson?"

The Duke looked at the young man in a hunting suit in front of him, and said:

"MI7's intelligence in the war is very accurate. Without your efforts, it would be difficult for us to achieve victory. You are the heroes of the alliance."

"This is what we should do, Your Excellency."

Shaw bowed slightly to the Duke politely, and he said softly:

"But I am here today to wait for you, Your Excellency, I have something important to discuss with you, I mean, immediately!"

(end of this chapter)