Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 320 29. The new guest of the Crescent Moon Tavern [3440]

(Add more [9/15] for the prisoner brothers on the throne)

Lilith Yuejun and Anaris Yuejun, two ladies who have been inherited from the nobility for thousands of years, were "invited" out of the hall of the manor half-invited and half-forced by Moros.

As a result, they saw more than two hundred stinky pirates of various races walking around the manor of the chief arcanist, chasing down those poor servants of the Yuejun family.

It is impossible for the two noble ladies to travel without escorts.

But because it was a secret meeting, it was impossible for the guards to bring too many.

The total number of guards for the two is less than thirty. Although each of them is an elite player, the problem is that their opponents not only have an advantage in quantity, but also have an advantage in quality.

"Nightborne's magic is so rough, but it's rough and fine. Such an orthodox elf spellcasting system is interesting."

The archmage Elan, holding the scroll in his hand, withstood the siege of the six Nightborne mages by himself.

He kept throwing arcane cages to trap the three weaker mages, then flicked the wand in his hand, and cast his extremely proud flame ring magic on the remaining three nightborne mages.

The two mages realized something was wrong and immediately stopped moving.

The last one was ignored, and as soon as he lifted his foot, it immediately caused an explosion of the flame ring.

The magic shield of the unlucky guy was completely shattered, and he himself was severely burned and fell to the ground, exuding the smell of barbecue.

"Catch it!"

Nielans Elan, whose body is between the virtual and the real, squeezed his Tirisfal red crystal wand with three fingers, and said in extremely standard Salas language to the nightborn mages in front of him:

"Captain Bo Laike respects spellcasters, knowledge and wisdom, and you can trade your loyalty for status under his command instead of fighting me to the death here.

I don't have much interest in fighting, and you are no match for me.

I am more interested in the collection of books in this manor.

So don't waste my study time! "

On one side, the nightborn mages were crushed and beaten, and on the other side, the elite magic swordsmen of Xia Duolei were also having a hard time.

Because to deal with them, in addition to the orcs under Maim and the undead knights under the knights of Cridorn, there is also a legendary ranger general.

These magic swordsmen who manipulate swordsmanship and arcane magic are very powerful. Ordinary pirates can't do three tricks in front of them. Even if the orcs with superior strength rush up, they will be repelled by their magic clusters.

The undead knights of the Credone knights simply relied on their undead bodies to fight against these magic swordsmen and suppress them in front of the manor.

But every piercing sound of the bowstring will cause a magic swordsman to fall to the ground with an arrow.

No matter how exquisite swordsmanship the swordsmen used to resist, and no matter how thick magic shields they wore, they were powerless to resist the arrows attacking from the night.

Don't blame them, it's just that the other party is too rambunctious.

"Didn't it mean that there is a suspected legendary chief arcanist living here?"

In the dark night, outside the manor, General Liresa Windrunner was also very depressed, and she didn't want to bully these Shal'dorei swordsmen. Before she came here tonight, she had already prepared for a fierce battle.

It's all to blame for Laike's constant exaggeration of the power of the chief arcanist named "Talyssa", but after she came here, she didn't find the arcanist here.

There are not even spellcasters in this manor.

It's like holding back a lot of energy and wanting to fight a real opponent, but after coming here, all I see are a group of small shrimps, which is really disappointing.

But it's all coming, right?

"hum"

Another snake-human bone arrow flew out.

Windrunner's mother didn't even have the energy to use sniper arrows, the simplest steady shooting, so that the whirling arrows flew into the night sky, biting like a poisonous snake, and knocked a nightborn magic swordsman who was fighting with Maim to the ground.

That guy still wanted to resist and be loyal to his master, but the stinky green skin kicked him head-on, knocking the magic swordsman unconscious to the ground.

"Hey, where did the elf chick come from? There are still two!"

Moros escorted the two Yuejun ladies out of the hall, and within a few steps, he heard a strange cry.

The evil-eyed warlock Xieyan was carrying a bag of stolen magic books, and in the other hand, he was carrying a few robes that were obviously ladies', and was walking out of the chief arcanist's study.

I saw the two Yuejun ladies at a glance.

The one-eyed orc chuckled, wrapped the lady's robe around his waist, and was about to come up to tease him, but was glared coldly by Moros.

"Stand back! These two thousand-year-old nobles are guests of Master Bu Laike, so don't disturb them!"

The old butler scolded, and when Xieyan heard this, he immediately showed a wretched smile, looked up and down the two Yuejun ladies, and said:

"Elves, nobles, sisters, hahaha, the captain is blessed now. He has a good figure, but I don't know if he likes this kind of black-skinned elf."

Speaking such obscenities, the orc warlock carried the snatched magic book on his back, and rushed to the Archmage Elan to flatter him, and showed the archmage the book in his pocket.

The latter picked up a copy and looked at it, then nodded in satisfaction.

After a few more orders, the orc turned to find the library of the chief arcanist.

"Uh, please don't pay attention to the rudeness of my companions. They are just a group of pirates, and we can't have too high demands on their moral standards."

Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, Moros explained helplessly to the two terrified noble ladies.

As a result, before he finished speaking, he saw Zalak, a troll wearing a wooden mask, running out triumphantly in a lady's robe. On the head of this shameless troll, he was wearing the best quality Xiaduo A cloak made of thunder silk.

In his left hand he held a box of ladies' jewelry, all of which were magical items, and in his right hand he held two or three elf wands of different styles, and he generously gave one to the skinny boy.

Kanrethad took it unceremoniously, put the good thing in his arms, turned around and dragged a bag of treasures he found, and put them behind his hellhound.

Beside the skinny boy, Ms. Natalie Serling, who was wearing a black cloak, was still a little uncomfortable with the rough style of the pirates, but she didn't know who stuffed two excellent elf trench coats and robes into her hands.

This meeting is thinking hesitantly, whether he should accept this "stealing".

After all, he was the former archbishop, so his moral standard was quite high.

"Ah, my Juliet, this is the most beautiful dress in the world for you. I found it for you. Put it on and let me see your beauty."

Romeo, the ghost swordsman with abnormal brain, overturned three guards of the manor along the way, and this club is dedicating a very revealing silver skirt with very vulgar taste to his goddess.

That is, the equally weird ghost Juliet.

The latter has recently been learning the dark animal husbandry spell from Natalie, which has begun to bear fruit. Beside her are two servants of the Yuejun family who have been confused.

Now they are working together to lift a heavy wardrobe and walk out of the manor guest room.

The North Sea pirates found the Arcanist's wine cellar, and under the supervision of Sir Attumen, they kept taking out fine wine from the wine cellar, intending to transport it back to the Naglfar.

The kitchen was also breached by the greedy murlocs of the Gua Gua Gua Pirates.

Old Blind Eye took the lead in grabbing food, and the other murlocs also rushed in, taking the meals prepared by the chefs of the chief arcanist for the guests as their snacks.

Several Nightborn chefs were driven out by Murloc Chef Cookie wielding a one-handed hammer, and shivered and squatted aside with their heads in their hands.

It seems that Chef Cookie intends to bring these chefs back to the alpaca and learn the skills of making pastries from them. Well, indeed, he is the most progressive murloc in the Gua Gua Gua pirate group.

Messed up.

It's all messed up.

While comforting her terrified sister, Lilith Yuejun watched the chaotic atrocities in front of her.

The aristocratic mistress, who was also terrified by the pirates' looting, watched the group of "hairless monkeys" in her eyes plunder the manor beloved by her close friend Talisa with a painful look.

She knew how much Talisa liked her home. After Talisa came back, seeing her manor dismantled like this, the powerful chief arcanist would definitely go crazy.

"Found the treasure!"

When the two Yuejun ladies were "escorted" to the entrance of the manor, there was a shout of excitement in the messy room at the back. Lilith turned her head and saw two pirates carrying a large exquisite wooden box together. come out.

In the half-open box, there were piles of various gems, crystals, and a large pile of silver-white, extremely beautiful, shining magical luster Nightborne coins, both gold and silver.

Alluring jewels shone in the moonlight.

"There are still a few boxes in the back, hurry up and move them!"

Marci, the tattooed girl, put the box in her hand on the ground, snatched the elf wine from the pirate next to her, bit off the stopper and took a sip, only to spit it out in a second.

"Bah! What a crap! An elf who has lived for 10,000 years drinks this kind of slop? Disgusting!"

The rude female pirate glanced at the magic wine with a cumbersome label in her hand, smashed it on the ground, and shouted to the other pirates, telling them to go in and carry the treasure.

No wonder the pirates couldn't enjoy this magic wine.

They are not addicted to magic, and the taste of this kind of wine with pure magic power is really hard to describe when they drink it.

But when the tattooed female pirate saw the elven treasure in the box in front of her, her eyes quickly filled with light again.

She bent down, grabbed a handful of elf silver coins that exuded a seductive light, put them under her nostrils and sniffed hard, her face was full of satisfaction.

Captain Anne was right to choose to join the Undead Pirates.

Marci no longer complained in her heart, and the heavy silver coins in her hand made her extremely satisfied. If she was still staying in the bitterly cold North Sea, where would there be such a chance to make a fortune?

Marci laughed and threw the silver coins into the sky, causing the pirates who were dazzled by the treasure to cheer in unison.

Long live Commander Bu Laike! ——

"Huh? How do you feel that someone is talking about me?"

Now Bu Laike, who was following the gondola boat mother through the panic-stricken Yongyue Market, suddenly had a strange feeling, as if someone was calling his name.

But this feeling did not affect the "tail line" of the pirates.

There are not many people who love him.

But there are so many people who hate him, who cares if those guys say his name, calling or cursing?

Never mind those.

It doesn't matter if they are insulting or grateful, as long as they call their own names.

Bu Laike in the shadow chuckled, and was not far from the twisting boat girl running in front of him. He knew that this elf girl in front of him would take him where he wanted to go.

Crescent Tavern

The Rebel stronghold in Suramar.

In fact, there are no rebels.

It's nothing more than a group of well-meaning people huddling together to keep warm. This is not more than twenty years later, the conflict in Suramar City will be sharp, but it has not yet reached the point where the two polar opposites must resist in order to survive.

Elisande's rule over the city is still very stable so far.

On the way to the Crescent Moon Tavern, Laike was still in the mood to appreciate the night scenery of the city.

As a result, under the riots of the Withered, I didn't see much scenery. Walking in the civilian area, I could see the nightborn paupers huddled in the corner of the street and shivering.

They were already emaciated, and their eyes were dull.

It is estimated that the transformation into the withered one is not far away.

I heard Hal's "elven wife" Villenne say that the luxurious parties she has heard of, the magic wine that is as precious as life for common people, is just the most common drink in high society gatherings.

I heard that the nobles who often drink Dadan at night will play more tricks.

Anyway, with what Villenie has seen and heard, she can't tell more stories about the city.

However, what the pirates had seen of these impoverished poor people, as well as their past gaming experience, was enough to draw a picture of Suramar in which the upper and lower classes were severely torn apart in his mind.

This is not paradise.

For these poor people who have nowhere to go, this is a hell from which they cannot escape.

The old elf, who was curled up on the edge of the Yongyue Bazaar, wrapped in a torn blanket, was sitting alone in the shadows in the chaos where everyone else had heard that the withered had attacked the city and fled. He heard something rolling in front of him.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a bottle of magic wine that was discarded by someone, rolling towards him.

The old elf looked around in fear, seeing that no villains from the city guard came to beat him, so he quickly grabbed the magic wine in front of him, uncorked it, and took a gulp.

It could be seen that he wanted to take a big gulp, but in the end he just took a small sip. After recovering his body's mobility, he leaned on the wall and moved forward bit by bit.

He handed the magic wine in his hand to another female elf who was curled up, who took it in his hand, took a small sip, and passed it to the next person.

"Ah, recalling the glorious past."

Bu Laike, who was hiding in the shadows, watched the scene completely, and said in a sarcasm:

"The people in the market have all run away, and they don't know how to get some magic wine. You bastards who are lying to death are really the same as in the game. There is no way to save them.

I don't care about you! "

After speaking, the pirate stood up from the booth next to him and walked towards the Crescent Moon Tavern not far away.

A few seconds later, another bottle of magic wine rolled to the feet of the old elf. The latter was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw that there were three or four bottles of magic wine on the most conspicuous stand at the unguarded booth. position.

He swallowed, looked left and right, trotted over covered in a torn blanket, held the bottles of wine in his arms, and took them back to distribute to other poor people who lost everything like him.

"Hmph, I really should let old Gani come over and teach you how the humble should live."

"Forget it, just treat it as my kindness."

(end of this chapter)