Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 321 30. Suramar Uprising (×) Nightborne Pirates (√)——【3540】

(Add more [10/15] for the prisoner brothers on the throne)

"Ding"

Under the flickering dim magic lamp, two severely worn Nightborne silver coins were thrown on the dilapidated bar counter.

This was what the pirates found on a few Nightborne guards when they came all the way before, not just those unlucky guards, the boat lady who "led the way" for him walked too carefully, as if she had a high awareness of "anti-reconnaissance".

As a result, Bo Laike came all the way from the Astava pier, and all the guards of the night children encountered on the road were bad "poisonous hands".

It's just practice anyway.

No time wasted either.

With the current stealing skills of the pirates, and the chaos caused by the Withered attacking the city, the elves who passed by basically reached out.

But he still has style.

Without touching the wallets of the commoner elves, who is not a grand thief?

Behind the bar, the long ears of the owner of the Crescent Moon, who was wiping the wine glass, moved because of the sound of the coins colliding, and he hurriedly turned around, only to be startled by Bu Laike, who was lying in front of the bar.

It's not because the pirates themselves are incompatible with Suramar.

Bu Laike used the Orb of Deceit to disguise himself as an "authentic" Nightborne, and even the purple and white long clothes on his body were the classic styles of Nightborne civilians that have not changed for ten thousand years.

It will be night again, the light is not very good, and some blemishes can be easily covered up.

It was he who really frightened the tavernkeeper.

"Hey, guest, why are you walking so silently?"

The tavernkeeper exclaimed in Salas and said:

"How long has the guest been here?"

"Well, I was there when you wiped that blue wine glass."

Bo Laike pouted, patted the bar table and said:

"Do you do business like this? Hurry up and serve me a few glasses of wine. Don't want magic wine. I'm tired of drinking that stuff. Let me have some elf wine. The older the better."

"this"

The expression of the tavern owner was more complicated.

He looked past Bo Laike, looked outside the bar door, and said in a low voice:

"Guest, you are not here to drink, are you? This is your first time at the Wanyue Tavern, right? Everyone in the neighborhood knows that I only have magic wine here."

"So, with such monotonous products, how do you manage your business?"

Boo Laike wasn't kidding either.

He restrained his smile, knocked on the table, and said to the tavern owner in front of him:

"I delivered the letter for someone. Villeny found her daughter, but also accidentally found many children who were missing before. There are more than a dozen of them, all from the Yongyue civilian area.

She wanted to send the kids back to town, and she said Mr. Fanthir was a nice, helpful man, so I sent the letter for her.

See if you can put the kids in foster care with you first. "

"no!"

The expression of Elf Vanser immediately became terrified.

He looked at Bo Laike, who had a magical disguise in front of him, and said:

"Villenne and her children can't go back to the city anymore, they will be caught as soon as they come back, and the Crescent Moon Tavern has also been watched by the guards, sending those children here will immediately expose this place.

But they can be sent to Zahnar at the junction of Azsuna and Suramar, last time I heard Aruin say that some exiled Nightborne had built a city on the ruins there.

There might be shelter for them."

"Ha! Got caught by me."

Bo Laike slammed the table, with a malicious face, took out a city guard captain's emblem from his pocket, threw it on the bar, and jumped a few times for Venthir to see.

The tavern owner was so frightened that his face turned pale and his body trembled.

"You are not loyal!

How dare you resist the great great magister Elisande, I will arrest you all and send you to the Night Fortress! The Grand Magister will definitely reward me. "

Boo Laike put on a fierce dog-legged posture and yelled:

"Maybe the terrorist attack of the withered in the city today was also caused by you rebels! Take out all your money and magic wine first!

Then come with me to the trial. "

Every time he said a word, the tavern owner Fansel trembled. When he said the word of final judgment, the old elf was already on the verge of falling, and he only held on to the bar to keep him from falling.

He stared blankly at Bo Laike, his eyes with a hint of purple light were full of despair, sweat appeared on his forehead, and wet the elf's well-combed white hair.

Seeing his embarrassed and terrified look, the pirate also froze for a moment.

He looked Fansel up and down, and said suspiciously:

"No way, are you so timid? How dare you be a 'rebel' with such little courage?"

"I don't want to."

Fansel lowered his head, probably feeling that everything was over, his voice became dry, and tremblingly said:

"In the beginning, I just wanted to save some people. I didn't expect it to be like this. Take me away, these things, these things."

The old elf gritted his teeth, raised his head, closed his eyes, put on a heroic gesture, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I did all these things! It has nothing to do with anyone else, just catch me."

"But you just said 'Aruin'."

The pirate reached under the counter, took out a bottle of wine, looked at it in his hand, and said in a half-joking tone:

"This proves that your rebel group is not just you.

On the two streets outside the tavern, there are so many homeless poor people gathered. The people who have been tortured by the addiction are neither human nor ghost, but they have not yet reached the step of transforming into the withered.

Someone must be quietly helping them.

Let me guess, they get at least a small glass of magic bar a day? To supply so many people, you must have a lot of magic wine hidden here.

But Ms. Elisande has already ordered to control the distribution of magic wine, so the wine here must be smuggled. "

Bo Laike pulled a chair from the side.

He glanced at the increasingly desperate elf Vansir, and said in a drawn out voice:

"If you are smuggling in Suramar City, there must be more than one gondola boat mother secretly helping you, and you can hoard so much magic wine, maybe there are informants at Twilight Winery, the largest magic wine producer in Suramar. Woolen cloth.

According to Villeny, it's not been a day or two since you secretly helped the homeless. You have been violating Elisande's ban, but you have lived peacefully for decades.

In the upper echelons of the city, there must be someone covering you and delivering news to you. If you can do so many things by yourself, why open a tavern?

Your 'underground gang' hidden deep in the civilian area of ​​Suramar is huge, Mr. Fansel.

If I uproot you, Ms. Elisande will at least reward me with a big mansion in a wealthy area, and maybe give me some servant treasures or something. "

Bu Laike babbled a lot.

It seems very reasonable, just like a great detective.

But in fact, he knew these things a long time ago. Not only did he know that the Crescent Moon Tavern was the largest "Magic Wine Charity Distribution Center" in Suramar City, he also knew the operation process of this gang.

When I was doing missions here, I don’t know how many times the long chain of missions released by this group of guys was dead, and the equipment repair costs left here are definitely astronomical.

Seeing these "old friends" now, if I don't scare them, how can I be worthy of the crimes I suffered in this city in the past?

But the more Bo Laike talked about it, the old elf calmed down.

After the pirate finished speaking, Fansel opened his eyes and looked suspiciously at Bu Laike in front of him. After a few seconds, he glanced at the emblem of the captain of the city guard placed on the table, and said hesitantly:

"Your Excellency, shouldn't you be a subordinate of the Grand Magister?"

"Ok?"

The pirate raised his eyebrows, showing a vicious look, and frightened:

"Why do you say that? Am I not worthy to work for the great magister?"

"That's not it."

Fansir grinned, the elf patted his heart, and said in a strange tone:

"If the Grand Magister had a wise character like you, I estimate that he would have been exiled from Suramar more than 30 years ago. You must have come to this city for the first time, and you don't know what the city guards do. method.

Those guys don't think about such complicated things.

Every time they come to my place, they only need a few boxes of magic wine to get rid of, so they won't ask. If they suspect that there is something wrong with me, I will be directly arrested and tortured.

But because I have been providing them with magic wine on time all these years, so if something really happens, they will report it in advance. "

"Are the lower classes so corrupt?"

The pirate said with emotion:

"It's no wonder that a group of withered attacks can disrupt the city like this. Tsk tsk, think about it, too. After 10,000 years of peace, the martial arts of the children of the night have long been unbearable."

"The Grand Magister's troops stationed in the Night Fortress are still very elite. After all, they have no shortage of magic wine. But the guards of the city defense army are different. In the past two hundred years, their quota of magic wine has been cut.

They are still loyal, but loyalty should not be drunk as wine. "

The owner of the tavern, Fansel, said something softly, and returned the emblem in his hand to Laike. He glanced outside the door, and said to Laike in a low voice:

"So, guest, where the hell are you from? Outside the city? Did you help save my friend Villene and those children?"

"Well, I come from across the sea."

Bu Laike stopped pretending and revealed his identity, but he didn't get rid of the disguise.

He said to Venthir:

"I came here this time to report your safety. Don't worry about Villeni and those children. They will be properly taken care of. By the way, I would like to express my goodwill to you 'rebels'.

Also, I have a small question.

Your fear just now was not faked, I can hear your frantic heartbeat, you are really scared. But you are so timid, how can you still participate in such a dangerous thing?

You must know that once Elisande finds out about your affairs, you will be used as "negative teaching materials" for resisting her rule, and you are destined to end badly. "

The question of pirates made the tavern owner hesitate.

After several seconds, he opened his mouth and said:

"I just want to help those poor people.

In the past thousand years, the price of magic wine has been rising, which has exceeded the price that ordinary people can use daily, but the Shaldorei cannot do without this liquid infused with magic power.

When the guests came, they must have seen those helpless people on the corner.

It was not their fault that they fell into the magic addiction, but they lost everything because of it, and spent the last of their possessions on buying the magic wine on which they depended.

I have seen too many people who were driven out of the city to fend for themselves because of the outbreak of magic addiction. There are also my friends among them. When they can't stand it, they only need a small glass of magic wine to avoid their ending .

I didn't have time to save my friends, but I can save them when they need it.

All it takes is a small glass of wine.

Hehe, the guests are from outside the city, and the guests may not be able to understand our life here, please don't listen to those nonsense rumors, saying that the Crescent Moon Tavern is the stronghold of the rebels and the like.

The truth is not that complicated. "

The old elf sighed and said in a low voice:

"I'm not a 'rebel', I'm not that great. I'm just trying to save lives as much as I can. Just give them a glass of wine and maybe save a family."

"yes?"

Bu Laike blinked, put his hand on his chin, and said to Fanthir:

"But Villenne didn't say that. She said that you are an important leader of the rebels in the city, and many people will obey your orders."

"I don't know why it happened like this."

The bar owner spread his hands and said bitterly:

"I'm just doing what I think I should do, and I became what I am now without knowing it. The boat girls offered to help, and the master winemaker of Twilight Winery also turned a blind eye to our smuggling behavior. only eye.

In the end, even the fraternities in the city came to their door and wanted to take the initiative to join in the smuggling.

Said it was to make money.

But many times, in order to protect the smuggling network, they fought secretly with the hooligans and scammers in the rich districts, so it was passed around, and everyone started talking about the 'rebels'.

They all respect me.

But what they don't know is that every time I hear that word, I'm too scared to sleep.

I really don't know how to lead them.

I just have to keep doing my thing. "

"Hahahaha, everything starts like this. No one can actively choose the script of life."

Bu Laike laughed and said:

"They think you are reliable, and they voluntarily regard you as the leader, and they don't even give you a chance to refuse if they want to put the crown on your head. But Fansel, you have already been targeted by the city guards.

I think you know this yourself. Your small group has ushered in the most dangerous moment. Perhaps soon, you who are inexperienced will be uprooted.

Let me give you a suggestion. "

The pirate took out his skull jug, twisted it open, and took a sip of the wine.

Under the dimly lit magic lamps in the tavern, he pursed his lips and said to the old elf in front of him:

"You sense danger but don't know how to respond. You want to do the right thing but don't know where to start. You have power but don't know how to use it.

You realize that Suramar City needs a change, but you don't know how to start it, let alone how to intervene.

You need someone who is experienced and strong enough to lead you, whether it is to survive or become a real 'rebel'.

Yes.

you need me

Come.

Come join my fleet. "

(end of this chapter)