Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 294 3. Are the current assassinations so casual? ——【835】

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"He will be eaten by the eldest lady of the Prestor family. There will be no scum left, um, there will be no scum left in every sense."

On the second floor of the "Red Jack" bar, Bo Laike stood by the window, watching Oriden Perenold, who walked out of the bar below, put on a tall hat and sit in a low-key carriage.

He said to Moros, the steward standing behind him:

"Maybe we should switch partners.

I don't want to go back to Alterac in a few months, attend the funeral of an offshoot of the royal family, and maybe deal with a difficult newlywed widow. "

"This joke is not funny, Master Bo Laike."

The Undead Steward stretched out his hand and pushed the mask covering his decayed face, and he said in his own unique voice:

"I've already helped him gain a firm foothold in the noble circle of the Alterac Kingdom, so it's a pity to just give up, it's a waste of your precious time.

Besides, making such nasty jokes is not in line with your status, Your Highness. "

"I'm a pirate, my steward."

Bu Laike pouted and said:

"If I don't tell a dirty joke every day, I'm sorry for my identity."

"Are you trying to get close to Deathwing who's addicted to boring mortal games? That's not a good plan, think about it, a dragon king corrupted by N'Zoth"

Xal'atath whispered in the pirate's ear:

"That is already the most dangerous creature in this world. If you are not careful, you and your little power will be killed."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Bu Laike said something quietly.

Xalatas's "suggestion" was immediately interrupted, she was silent for a few seconds, changed a sweet tone, and said quietly:

"No, I'm just doing my duty, carefully warning you of the dangers you may encounter. But without Deathwing, the black dragons would be rather weak without the commander of the corrupted Black Dragon King.

My little master, you should make good use of this. "

After finishing speaking, Sataras' voice was hidden in his ears, making Bu Laike laugh.

"Who are you talking to? Master Bu Laike."

Moros asked suspiciously:

"Have you touched something dangerous and weird? Or heard whispers? Maybe I should make an appointment with a priest for you."

"No, no, I'm just talking to myself."

The pirate waved his hand and said to Moros:

"Don't worry, my housekeeper, and I already have the best ship's doctor by my side, and she will take care of my health. Can you make me a supper?

I'm going to go around the city and come back to eat later. "

"Of course, my master."

Moros nodded reservedly, turned around and put away the cups on the table, glanced at Kanresad who was guarding the door, then opened the door and went to the kitchen of the bar.

"Jack, your bar business is okay, but the layout is a bit too old, do you need me to give you some advice?"

After Moros left, Bo Laike turned and said something to the empty house.

Under the surprised gaze of the skinny boy, the red-haired Jack, dressed in a bartender's suit, stepped out of the shadows on his own initiative. He seemed to have just finished his work, and now the cuffs of both hands were unbuttoned, revealing a little tattoo on his arm.

"Of course, Master, I would be happy to follow your advice."

Jack stood there, leaned over Laike, and said:

"This is the first stronghold of your faction. It's up to you to decide the style."

"I'm not saying it's bad."

The pirate shook his head, rubbing his forehead and explaining:

"Only from the perspective of gathering intelligence, this tavern is already very good, but it can be improved.

It's better to find some dancers, put on some simple clothes that will make men breathe heavily, and then train those young ladies to dance some passionate dances.

Set up a big stage or something in the center of the tavern, and let them entertain the guests.

The lights are also dimmed, and the accompaniment music doesn't have to be so soothing, it's more stimulating, more unrestrained, and has a stronger sense of rhythm, making people unable to help but sway along. "

Bu Laike spread his hands and said:

"You don't have to wait for the guests to get drunk to gather information.

They are equally unguarded when they are happy. You also don't have to position your hotel as only serving alcoholics, so that you will reach too few people.

Make it a place where happiness can be found and people of all walks of life will enjoy it.

When the business is booming, open a second one in Gilneas City, a third one in Dalaran City, and a fourth one in Stromgarde. Oh, by the way, don't forget to have a garbage dump in the backyard of every tavern.

It should be clean and not smelly.

Put all the garbage that can be reused after the guests are happy. "

Jack listened attentively.

He could understand the pirate's previous suggestion, which was to link the tavern with the custom industry. This was not a new idea, as there was such a place in Lordaeron.

But he really couldn't understand the latter suggestion.

Garbage dump?

What is this for?

When I was about to ask, I saw Bu Laike gesture and said:

"Don't ask, you'll know the reason later. Also, make preparations. At midnight tonight, I'll take you to complete your 'uncrowned' ceremony.

You will be the first Assassin to join this faction, there is always a sense of ritual. "

"You want to preside over the ceremony yourself?"

The red-haired Jack raised his head, a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes.

"certainly."

The pirate turned the sapphire seal on his finger very reservedly, and said softly:

"I came all the way to Keel Harbor just for this.

I will show you the rules and regulations of our faction. Since I have to sail on the sea all year round, and recruit members on land, I always hand it over to a few confidantes.

Jack, I personally invited you, which means I value you very much, and I hope you can become the backbone of the Uncrowned.

Go get ready.

Even for an assassin with your skill, the ceremony tonight will be very difficult. "

Jack nodded, with a serious face, bowed to Master Bu Laike, and quietly disappeared into the shadow, like a gust of wind, disappearing into the night outside the window.

After he left, the skinny boy Kanresad looked up at his captain, and asked in a low voice:

"Captain, do you really value him? Why don't you invite him aboard?"

"Of course, I value Jack very much. This is a very motivated young man who was once a rising star of Ravenholdt."

Bu Laike touched the seal ring on his finger, he hooked his finger to the little warlock, and said:

"Until he dies due to a mistake, I will always value him, just like I value you, you will become an excellent warlock, but if you die

It proves that I was wrong.

This may make me sad for a few days, but time will heal me, it is a quack cure for all diseases.

to change clothes.

Let's go around the city, don't you also lack an eyeball? "

"it is good."

The skinny boy eagerly ran to the cubicle to change his clothes, while the pirate shook his head. He looked out the window at Keel Harbor in the dark, and could vaguely see that there were still lights on at the military port.

It should be that the Gilneas soldiers returning from the voyage are holding a victory celebration, celebrating that they defeated the orcs and won glory and peace for the alliance.

Bo Laike lowered his head and took out a letter with Ravenholdt's mark from his pocket.

He looked at the content of the reward on the letter, with a disdainful smile on his lips, and casually put the letter paper on the candle on the table next to him and burned it.

Looking at the burning letter paper, and the dazzling "Anduin Lothar" in the reward text engulfed by the flames, Bu Laike cursed in a low voice:

"Peace of shit."

"I feel unworthy of you, hero and great man."

——

"That alley, called Crime Alley, is where all kinds of scum in Longgu Harbor gather."

In the dark night, it will be raining lightly, and there are no street lights in the small town streets of Longgu Harbor. Occasionally, a few carriages will rush by, but few pedestrians will pass by here.

Putting on a whole set of Night Slayer Armor, Bu Laike covered his entire body in darkness with the Pirate King cloak. Under the very distinctive helmet and above the red veil, only a pair of eyes were exposed.

He pointed to a dark alley on the opposite side, and said to Kanrethad, who was also wearing a black suit, carrying Jordan's staff, holding a magic tome, and covering his face:

"Jack told me that it is the stronghold of smugglers in Keel Harbor, who have been controlling the gray area of ​​the port all year round, making a lot of money by smuggling alcohol and contraband.

There seems to be suspicion of collusion between government and businessmen, but this is not important.

There are many thugs domesticated by black businessmen in that alley. More than half of the criminals in the whole small town are hiding there, and there are many eyeballs there.

All you have to do is choose the one that suits you best.

But I won't help you, skinny boy. "

The pirate smiled in a low voice, and said to the little warlock beside him who was eager to try:

"You have been learning magic for almost two months, Xieyan told me, you are a genius, and I have taught you a lot, tonight is a test.

Go ahead and let me see what you can do. "

"Which kind of ability?"

Kanresad snorted and asked:

"Warlock? Or pirate?"

"What do you say?"

Bu Laike asked back.

The skinny boy smiled, pulled up the hood of his black clothes, leaned on a staff taller than others, and walked towards the crime alley across the street with the sound of raindrops hitting the ground.

Not at all cowardly.

The Pirate King's suit is not complete enough to summon Old Bonechewer, but Laike has another means of surveillance. He squeezed a cloud of shadow magic in his left hand and whispered a spell.

In the next moment, an eyeball that had been treated with sorcerer techniques was suspended in the green light, wrapped in the magic power of the shadow, and flew towards the crime alley without a sound.

Warlock Magic Kiel Eye of Rogge.

100% authentic!

After all, the eyeball was really taken from Keir Rogge Deadeye.

It shares the vision for the pirates, and because of Laike's exploration of the mystery of the shadow, it has a super stealth effect, and the flying speed is quite fast. It is completely a magical version of the "drone".

He originally wanted to use the Eye of Keir Rogge to check Kanrethad's actions, find out his mistakes, teach him a lesson later, and show his "majesty" as a dual senior warlock and pirate.

But unexpectedly, as soon as the magic eye lifted into the sky, Bu Laike saw something "terrible".

On the dark street on the other side of Crime Alley, a carriage rolled over on the side of the road. The horses and grooms pulling the carriage, including the soldiers guarding the carriage, had been killed, and blood flowed everywhere.

Several men in black were chasing a lady in a long skirt. The lady with a rapier was guarded by two fierce hounds, and she was holding a crying little girl in her arms.

Behind her, there were two children who were frightened and crying.

"People from Ravenholdt?"

The pirate immediately narrowed his eyes, he recognized the origins of several assassins who were being hunted down, and the next moment, as the magic eye approached, he also recognized the identity of the hunted ones.

Good guy!

this is not.

"whoosh"

The figure of Bu Laike suddenly disappeared in place.

After escaping into the shadows for a moment, a hook and lock was thrown out, leading him to jump onto the low and chaotic roof of the crime alley, and galloping like a war horse, he rushed towards the place where the assassination took place.

A street that a normal person would take ten minutes to walk through, but the pirates only took less than twenty seconds to walk through it.

To be honest, even without stealth, ordinary people may not be able to capture this speed in such a dark night. But how? The speed of pirates moving in the shadows is much faster than normal.

"Run! Liam! Take your sister and Lorna and run! Find your father! Quick!"

When Bu Laike was precisely standing on the chimney at the edge of the street, he saw that the lady in the rain seemed to have given up on running away, throwing the girl in her arms to her son.

She has lost all grace.

The long dress was wet in the rain, but she still held the rapier, picked up a musket from the ground, and together with her pet dog, struggled to resist the assassin in front of her.

The pirate whistled in the night.

This lady is not only in good shape, but also very good at swordsmanship. She is not a lady in the traditional sense at all. She is indeed a Gilnean with strong folk customs.

Even Her Majesty the Queen is so fierce when they fight.

(end of this chapter)