Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 306 15. Spirit control. Innocent children and dirty scum——【2035】

(For Suyan, Qingguo Brothers to add more [5/5])

Five days later, the undead fleet landed on the Broken Shore.

"Ah, it's back to the place where I used to fight again. I hacked the orc to death next to that rock, look, the bones are still there, it looks like it was almost eaten by the demon hounds, it's so miserable.

Well, the stone bridge is still there, and a very powerful orc assassin was hacked to death on it. "

Bu Laike got off the boat with his loyal dog legs, walked along the deserted broken beach, and finally camped temporarily on a flat land on the beach.

It doesn't need a big camp, the Alpaca is the best "sea hotel" for the undead pirates, they just need to create a temporary camp on the coast that is big enough to live in.

Anyway, the captain said, he won't stay here for too long.

"There, that is the Tomb of Sargeras."

Elan, the ghost of the archmage on the Naglfar, also disembarked. As soon as the old pedantic spellcaster arrived on the Broken Shore, he noticed the tomb of the gods standing on the other side of the coast.

There was an eager look on his face, but Laike couldn't let him go.

"We have to study it until next time. There are still a lot of high-level demons in there, and it will be very troublesome to rush out of it."

The pirate dissuaded Elan:

"Although Old Meili must have come to strengthen the seal, but you are in a special situation after all, it's better to be more stable."

"Ok."

Elan looked regretful.

He also knew that his situation was special. It was fine on the Nagfar, and the ghost ship could temporarily restore some combat power, but once he got out of the hull, he would become quite weak.

After all, it is not a complete spirit body, but a shadow shaped by Medivh's magic power, very similar to the weird ghosts of the Tirisfal Council.

"Hey, after more than ten days at sea, everyone is tired, so we rest in batches and camp here for five days."

Bu Laike stood on a rock and called out to the captains below:

"Eudora is responsible for the order of this camp, and must ensure that it can set sail at any time.

Anne, and Maim, go pick some elite sailors, it doesn't matter whether they can fight or not, they need to be smart, courageous, sharp-eyed, and able to control their hands.

A hundred or so people are enough, and they all gather on the deck of the Nagfar.

Evil Eye, Zarak and Skinny Boy, prepare as many soul stones as possible.

Grayson, fix up that ship of yours, I need it in top shape and get your ghost sailors ready for tying ropes. "

A series of orders were issued, and the leaders immediately dispersed to prepare.

Beside Bo Laike, Ms. Natalie, the ship doctor who wears a black cloak every day, looked around at the deserted beach full of evil energy, and asked in a low voice:

"There's nothing here worth fighting for, so where are you going to take the elite?"

"There!"

The pirate turned around, and on this high point, pointed north.

Natalie looked in the direction of Bo Laike's finger, and at the end of the line of sight in the far north of the Broken Beach, there was a strange purple light looming in the large sea fog.

Like an eggshell made of light, and like a wall of flowing light, it enveloped everything at the end of the coast.

"Hurry up and repent for your soul in advance, and pray for me by the way, Natalie."

Bu Laike lit his dwarven pipe, sat on the stone and said sarcastic words:

"We're going to do the 'slave trade' business in a while.

According to the rules of the Holy Light Church, those who do such evil things will go to hell. If you can't pass the test in your heart, don't go there for a while and stay here. "

"Slave trader?"

The expression of the former archbishop changed a little, this is indeed a terrible sin.

But she understood the ability of this stinky pirate to lie without batting an eyelid. In her heart, she didn't think that Bu Laike would do such a thing, so she asked again:

"Be clear, what exactly are you going to do?"

"It's really a slave trader."

The pirate spread his hands, exhaled a smoke ring, and said:

"But it's not people who sell, but elves"

"Elves? Which family's elves can be sold by you?"

The archbishop was even more confused.

The fisherman Hal, who was carrying a fishing rod next to him and followed his good friend Nat Pagle to the coast of Broken Beach, looking for fishing spots, after vaguely hearing the word "elf", his eyes straightened in a blink of an eye.

He grabbed Nat, who was humming and was about to go fishing in this strange land, and whispered a few words to him.

Nat obviously didn't want to go, with hesitation on his face.

Hal begged and made a wish again, and Nat finally agreed reluctantly. The two fishermen sneaked back and found Captain Anne Bonn who was picking people on the Alpaca.

He bribed the female pirate with a few rare golden pearls, and was incorporated into the vanguard.

Uh, but during this process, something seemed to happen to Captain Anne's subordinates. It is said that an old sea dog had a big fight with his wife because of the "elf".

Of course, His Excellency Bu Laike Shaw, Commander, will definitely not care about such a trivial matter.

An hour later, the Naglfar, full of people, set sail again, and under the escort of ghost captain Grayson's vrykul marauder, it headed for the channel north of the Broken Shore.

——

Suramar, a famous city in the ancient Elven Empire, was one of the most prosperous areas in Azeroth 10,000 years ago.

This place is known as the "Pearl of the Elven Empire", and it is said to be Queen Azshara's favorite place besides Xin Azhali. It is said that red maple trees were planted all over the mountains and plains here. In autumn, the whole area will be covered with a new layer of fiery red makeup.

That is the favorite scenery of His Majesty "Light of Light".

Well, that's right, it's the magic maple tree planted in Quel'Thalas. Just think of it as another bigger and more gorgeous Eversong Forest.

But these are the scenery of 10,000 years ago.

At the end of the War of the Ancients, the Great Explosion of the Well of Eternity destroyed the entire elf empire, and the major cities of the elves collapsed along with the earth, resulting in the current elf ruins covering all parts of Azeroth.

Even in an inaccessible place like Vashj'ir, there are huge ruins of ancient elves.

Suramar was also shaped into another appearance in the cataclysm, but this city was much luckier than other elf cities. It survived the disaster and still maintained the charm of 10,000 years ago.

The endless wilderness of Suramar is also full of various abandoned elf ruins.

Here is no longer the prosperity and prosperity of the past. A group of undead pirates who landed from the Great Rift Valley in the southwest of this magical abandoned land are exploring inland.

They were led by Captain Boo Laike's chief hunter, Ser Attumen on a steed, and they were one of five advance parties that Boo Laike sent ashore to "seek out the military."

There are not many people, thirty people, all equipped with weapons, riding on skeleton horses that can scare people to death.

Howl, who was wearing a cloak, looked very excited.

He held the rein of the horse, with a sword slanted behind his back, pointed at the super-giant city surrounded by purple light in the distance, and excitedly said to his little friend Nat Pagle:

"Nat, look! That's the city of Suramar! The captain said that there are millions of elves living in that city! Millions!"

"Why are you so excited?"

Nat yawned loudly. The fisherman was very sad that he couldn't fish, and he couldn't get up to do anything. He rode on a docile white bone horse, looking left and right.

He said to Hal, who was beside him with a smile on his face, showing some kind of nympho smile:

"The captain also said that the magic covering the city can't be opened at all now. If you pull all the mages from Dalaran over, you can't open it with magic bombardment for a month.

People inside can't get out, and people outside can't get in.

So what if there are millions of elves living there? Hal, you still can't help it."

"one!"

Hal raised a finger and said firmly:

"There are millions of elves in this land, and I only need one, Nat, you understand? This is the closest I've come to my life's dream since I was a child.

All I need is an elf who is willing to marry me!

No, no, you don't even need to marry me, you just need to date me for a while. "

"You are only dreaming, my friend."

Nat rubbed his head with a headache on his face. He tried to persuade Hal, who had some sperm in his head, to stay calm, but seeing his good friend's excited face, the fisherman's persuasion was really beyond words.

After all, the reason why Hal can have a wild dream of "wanting to marry an elf" as a commoner is inseparable from his "precepts and deeds" since he was a child.

Hal has become what he is now, and he is also responsible.

"Okay, I'll help you find it."

Natra pulled the hood and said very unconfidently:

"The captain said that the elves in that city will occasionally exile some prisoners to this wilderness. If you are lucky, you may find one or two who are still alive.

He also said, let's be careful what? Withered? Howl? "

Nat's question went unanswered.

He turned his head and saw that Hal was already having a heated fight with a sneaky bald pirate next to him. The guy was wearing a pretentious red elf acolyte robe, a dagger at his waist, and a crystal ball in his horse pocket.

Dressed like a spellcaster.

His air was haughty, but very affected, obviously put on, and this would be whispering to Hal, and Nat pricked up his ears to listen.

"Friend, I just heard the conversation between you and your partner. You are a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. I didn't expect that you are also an 'elf control'. You are really a fellow."

The pirate rubbed his hands and said wretchedly:

"I also heard that there are elves here, so I took the risk to join this expedition. But I just don't know if the elves here are high elves."

"Huh? Do elves still have classifications?"

Hal immediately "asked for advice with an open mind". When the red-clothed pirate heard the question, he immediately put on an expert look, coughed a few times, and explained to Hal:

"Of course! There are many kinds of elves. When I was a pirate in the North Sea, I once went to Crystalsong Forest to hunt for treasure, and saw night elves who turned into ghosts.

Their names are Kaldorei.

The skin is purple, and the ears are very long and pointed.

The elves in the eastern kingdom of Quel'Thalas call themselves high elves. They are called Quel'Dorei. They have fair skin, a great figure, and are very seductive. I like them the most.

It is said that there is another kind of elf called Highborne. I have never seen it, but I heard from my colleagues that I can occasionally see it in the forest of Kalimdor.

Their skin is the whitest and the most arrogant.

It is said that they triggered the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago. "

Speaking of this, the pirate "elf expert" rubbed his chin, and said with some expectation:

"I don't know what the elves here look like, but I heard that they lived 10,000 years ago, so they should be high-level elves.

White and tender, if you can catch one. Hehehe. "

At the end of the words, the pirate let out a wretched laugh, which made Hal get goosebumps all over his body.

The simple fisherman felt that this guy was not a good person, so he immediately stayed away from him and returned to Nat.

This has some sense of security.

Although Nat is not stronger than him, Nat's arm muscles are not as many as his, but Hal has been hanging out with Nat since he was a child. He knows that Nat has the ability to "predict dreams", and he feels safe when he is with good friends full.

"What? Dislike your 'new friend'?"

Nat snorted, glared at the red-clothed pirate who was still crazy, and whispered to Hal:

"Stay away from that guy. When I was fishing with First Mate Marci, I heard her talk about this guy. His name is 'Silver Moon' Harry. He already has a wife, but he is obsessed with high elves.

Forcing his wife to wear an elf mask, otherwise he would refuse to talk to his wife, which seems to be a bit weird

That's a real scumbag. "

"I'm different from him!"

Hal hastily argued:

"Nat, you know me. If I can find an elf wife, I will treat her wholeheartedly. Elves can live so long, and I don't ask for a relationship, as long as there is a relationship."

"Okay, no need to explain, I know who you are, otherwise I wouldn't make friends with you."

Nat Pagle waved his hand, he looked left and right at the surrounding ruins, after a few seconds, he rubbed his chin and said:

"Hey, I seem to have dreamed about this place before. The surrounding environment is exactly the same. I dreamed that a group of weird elves gathered here, discussing to resist a tyrant called 'Great Magister'.

There is also a tree where they are, very gorgeous, very mysterious tree, called Arcandor

The entrance is right there! "

The fisherman patted Hal on the shoulder, motioning him to follow.

Hal glanced at the scattered advance team members, grabbed the sword on his back, followed his good friend, and walked towards the path under the ruins.

The innocent fisherman's heart was pounding.

O gods, please, this day, fulfill the wild fantasies of a poor fisherman.

(end of this chapter)