Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 317 26. Come on, start the training of the withered ones! ---【3140】

(Add more [6/15] for the prisoner brothers on the throne)

"If you really dare to let her go, aren't you afraid that she will bring someone back to snatch the seeds?"

Liresa Windrunner, who had been watching the conversation, stood up from the shadow of the underground space after seeing Oraxis the Spider Queen released.

She glanced at the magic seeds in the box behind her, and said to Bo Laike:

"You also heard what she said. In her kingdom, there is still a group of wild beasts who are not afraid of death. If they come in full force, the pirates under your command will not be able to stop them."

"I'm not afraid."

Bu Laike snorted and said:

"The seeds are kept by the Ranger-General of the Windranger, the most powerful retainer I have, with the vigilance and fearsome marksmanship of a legendary ranger.

I have entrusted it to such a powerful guardian, if it can still be taken away, then I will admit it. "

"."

General Liresa showed a speechless expression.

She shook her head and said directly:

"Your Highness, since you want me to guard the seeds, I'll just say so. The bow you gave me is no good. It's just a hunting bow, a toy for novice rangers.

I need a more deterrent weapon, not like Salados, at least it can withstand the strength of my full bow.

I also need a melee weapon. "

"I can't help with the bow. I'm looking for it myself. Maybe I can use Nathanos' contacts to find the standard weapons of the Farstrider Legion from him."

The pirate turned back and spread his hands, made a helpless gesture, and said:

"So, Master Mentor, please be patient for a while, but melee weapons, this is easy to say."

Bo Laike opened the magic suitcase and threw out the two weapons.

Sangkesu, the blade of flames that he hasn’t used for a long time, and the soul-devouring sword Tianqi, he pointed to the two two-handed epees stuck on the ground, and said to Windrunner’s mother in front of him:

"This is the Blade of the Juggernaut, I have used it before, it is great, very majestic, very worthy of your status, but unfortunately you are not a fighter, so you can't use it to its full potential.

So I recommend you to use this one, it is called Apocalypse.

He is an out-and-out bastard. If your soul is not strong enough, you will be controlled by it the moment you touch it.

After it gets tired of playing with you, it will use you as a tool to grind your teeth, tear your soul into pieces, and then enjoy your screams and despair. "

"Are you sure you're sending me a weapon and not a suicide kit?"

Windrunner's mother raised her eyebrows, pointed at the dark Apocalypse and said:

"Who would use such a weapon?"

"It's very suitable for the undead, I'm not talking nonsense."

The pirate folded his arms and smiled queerly, and said to Mother Windrunner:

"Actually, before I set sail, I had already given a commission to my colleagues at Ravenholdt Manor to ask them to steal your remains from the Tower of the Windrunner in Quel'Thalas.

Please don't pay attention to the inappropriate behavior of blaspheming the undead. You and I both know that as a ranger, although you can shoot your bow even in the soul state, only when your body is still alive can you truly return to your peak.

At that point, this apocalypse is perfect for you. "

The atmosphere in the underground space became weird. After a few seconds, Liresa Windrunner said faintly:

"I actually don't care much about my body being desecrated. After all, I am already dead. I have experienced the pain of death, and I have resisted the emotions of mortals.

But are you sure that your colleagues can dig up my tomb and steal my remains from under the eyes of my daughters?

You just let them die. "

"Maybe, but that's none of my business."

Bu Laike raised his eyebrows and said:

"Anyway, I paid, a very generous price, enough for me to buy a small island in Kul Tiras, or build several fourth-class warships.

Ravenholdt is loyal to the commission, and there are plenty of members on the elf side too, no?

Since they all have time to discuss the issue of assassinating Lothar, they must have time to send some people to the three Windrunner sisters to die.

I will be happy if I succeed, and I will not lose if I fail.

Oh, and you don't have to worry about the compatibility between the soul and the remains, you may not know it yet"

The pirate waved his hand and said confidently:

"But the only genuine lich in the world of Azeroth is my good friend. When the time comes, I will ask him to personally handle your 'resurrection' ceremony.

I have arranged for everything to be safe, you just wait to restore your full strength.

I would suggest that you cultivate a 'relationship' with Tian Qi, the bastard, before you are truly resurrected, so that it won't turn into a demon again. "

As he spoke, Bo Laike retracted the Blazing Blade, leaving Apocalypse in place.

He walked a few steps, looked back at Windrunner's mother, and asked in a gossip tone:

"Another personal question I've been meaning to ask is how did your husband convince you to have a not-so-great son after having three wonderful daughters.

As far as I know, among the high elves, a mother like you who gave birth to four children in one breath is really very, very "

"whoosh"

An arrow grazed Cloth Laike's face and pinned it to the opposite wall.

Windrunner's mother turned her back to the pirates and reached out to touch Tianqi. She said in a faint tone:

"My lord, do you want to know what happened to the last man who asked me such a question?"

"Well, I drank wine just now, maybe I drank too much, I will suddenly not be curious."

Bu Laike shrugged, touched the bleeding scar on his cheek, and said:

"Teacher, feel free, I won't bother you, there are still important things to do above, I'll go first, you don't need to send it away, besides, Tianqi is a very naughty guy, you must contact it for the first time."

"bass"

The Soul Eater Demon Sword was pulled out by Liresa. She turned her head and looked at the pirate with a dangerous gaze. The death power on the Demon Sword was like a blue fire, flowing on the arm of Windrunner's mother holding the sword. .

It's like igniting the soul.

"whoosh"

Bu Laike disappeared in place, cutting off the aura locked by the legendary ranger, and the entire underground space became quiet again. Liresa shook her head, looking at the soul body that was more solidified by holding the sword.

She whispered:

"Stinky boy, if you don't teach me a lesson, your tail will really stick to the sky. How can a boring person like Dai Lin have such a son?"

——

For the next three days, Bu Laike didn't dare to show his face in front of Windrunner's mother, for fear that the Ranger General would stab him with the apocalypse.

But he wasn't idle either.

He does have important things to do.

"How many have you caught?"

In the elf ruins above Meredell, Laike stepped on a pillar that had collapsed for 10,000 years and was covered with moss long ago. He looked down the hillside in front of him and saw densely packed Withered.

They were all locked in a simple fence, but they didn't show any aggressiveness, they just wandered around in place, occasionally yelling like wild animals.

These skinny, corpse-like guys roared quite terrifyingly.

The little ones who were playing around were scared and hid behind Verenni, but they poked their heads to see the pirates whipping the Withered.

"There are six or seven hundred of them already, Captain."

Maim in heavy armor held his helm in his hand, and the orc with the terrible burn on his face said to Bo Laike:

"We've caught all the withered nearby, and there should be some more farther away, if you need it."

"enough."

The pirate took out the skull jug on his waist, sipped it into his mouth, and said to Maim:

"Take them out tonight, and my mate waits on the shore with my ship to load them all into the Nagfar, and we start at midnight.

Transport these withered into Suramar Bay, throw them into the city, and cause a commotion, let's plunder the chief arcanist's manor outside the city!

The timing must be accurate, the action must be fast, and you must not love to fight.

Those old women in the city are very fierce. Once we are entangled by them, no matter how many things we grab, there is no way to leave. "

"Isn't that too risky, Captain."

Standing behind Bo Laike, Zalak the troll dog, pushed his mask and whispered to Bo Laike:

"It's not that I don't trust your dark wisdom, but these withered are useless at all, they are a group of beasts, and they will not obey orders at all.

And our pirates can easily catch them.

If the elf mages in Suramar City are as scary as you say, I don't think the seven hundred withered wizards can survive even ten minutes. "

"No, no, you are too young to understand the danger of the Withered."

Bu Laike chuckled, whistled, and shouted to the bald pirate who was watching:

"Who is that, bring a withered man over here, just find one."

"Oh, yes, Commander, please wait a moment."

The old sea dog Yinyue Harry, who was drinking, heard someone talking to him so unceremoniously, and was about to turn his head and scold him to preserve his old pirate's "dignity".

But looking back, it was Bo Laike who called him, and immediately put on a flattering stance.

Standing up, he put a rope around the neck of a scrawny Withered, and pulled it out roughly, dragging it all the way to Bo Laike.

"Skinny boy, you go."

The pirate yelled to Kanrethad, who was reading the magic tome, and the little warlock glanced at the withered one, and stepped forward with a staff full of confidence.

Bu Laike took a few steps back and said to the people around him:

"Okay, don't blink."

While speaking, the skinny boy threw a curse of pain on the withered man who was struggling on the ground. He thought that such a weak guy would not be able to withstand the pain of the curse.

They even lost their eyesight.

Pirates catch them as easily as they catch mice.

But unexpectedly, when the skinny boy started to cast the spell, the withered man, who looked harmless, immediately raised his head, his gray-white penetrating eyes couldn't see anything, but he could smell the magic power keenly.

It sensed that the source of magic power was in front of it.

He roared and got up, and without knowing where the power came from, he tore off the rope around his neck, and his ossified mouth let out a whining sound, as if he had entered a state of "rage".

It can't feel the pain of the curse at all, and even its eyesight has degenerated, and the pain-sensing nerves have also degenerated.

It can only feel magic.

It could smell the fragrance of that magical power, and its inner desire was activated, like a flood that opened its gates, like a beast released from its cage, it waved its claws and staggered towards the little warlock.

Kanrethad felt something was wrong at this moment, he immediately swung his staff and threw a shadow arrow like a coal ball, hitting the withered man's chest and heart.

The skinny guy was torn off a layer, and even blood and bones could be seen. A normal person with such an injury would not even be able to get up, not to mention fighting.

But the withered with his heart exposed just staggered, roaring and rushing towards Kanrethad.

It smelled of more magic.

It is stimulated.

It gets crazier and even faster.

"what!"

This gesture startled the skinny boy, and he threw out sorcerer spells again and again.

But the faster he threw it, the more ferocious the Withered. After twenty seconds, both of the Withered's legs were bitten off by Kanrethad's hellhounds.

But it still dragged its corroded and riddled body, crawling towards the little warlock step by step, it wanted to bite him to death!

It wants to extract magic power from his corpse beautifully.

it wants

"boom"

The last wild thought was slammed on the head by the thin boy who swung his staff like a warhammer. After four or five consecutive blows, the withered man's brain, which had shrunk to the size of a walnut, was finally smashed open.

At this point, it stopped its activities.

"Hey, did you see that?"

Bu Laike played with the skull jug in his hand, and said to the silent group of people around:

"When the withered face other professions, they are weak like chickens. Anyone who knows how to use swordsmanship can stab it to death. But only when facing the caster, these guys are suddenly shameless.

It is extremely resistant to spells and eats demons. Apart from being a little stupid, there are basically no shortcomings.

Don't look at them as easy to bully, but as long as they absorb enough magic power, these guys will 'evolve'.

It will be even more difficult then.

Seven hundred withered ones are enough to cause major trouble in Suramar, which has been peaceful for 10,000 years. As long as you are smart enough, this looting will be sure.

You think the most valuable thing on this land is the treasure in Suramar city

Actually not.

Those treasures are indeed valuable.

But in my opinion, the most valuable thing in Suramar is actually this group of Withered.

In the future, if we find an opportunity to loot Dalaran and Silvermoon City, I still count on these Withered to give me a surprise, hehe, after all, only magic can deal with magic. "

(end of this chapter)