Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 322 31. Things you can never escape in Suramar City——【3640】

(Add more [11/15] for the prisoner brothers on the throne)

The pirate's bold speech made the Crescent Moon Tavern fall into dead silence.

The old elf Vanser has lived for thousands of years, and he has never seen such a shameless and shameless guy. Even if it is persuasion, it is not so straightforward.

As soon as he appeared, he said he would be the leader of the "rebels" in Suramar.

Hey, brother, I don't even know your name! Do you think it's appropriate for you to say this now?

Of course it is very suitable!

At least the pirates thought so.

He has good reasons to argue for his point of view.

The most important one is that in the game, he has completely completed eleven chapters of the epic mission chain of "Suramar Uprising"!

Successfully helped the rebels overthrow the Grand Magister Elisande's rule over Suramar, and helped the Nightborne find their place and allies in Azeroth.

From this point of view, is there anyone in this world who knows how to start an uprising in Suramar City better than Bu Laike?

there is none left!

not a single one!

Even from the perspective of a bystander, he is indeed the most needed leader of this group of "rebels" who are currently in crisis. Of course, the current situation is not the same as the situation where Laike played the game more than two decades later.

Now Grand Magister Elisande has not yet colluded with the Burning Legion.

Her ruling foundation in Suramar City is still solid, and there are only signs of resistance among the people, which is not enough to fast-forward to the level of the "Great Revolution".

But what to say.

Bo Laike doesn't have to help the rebels overthrow Elisande, either.

The most direct and main purpose of his trip is to fool you. No, to persuade these rebels to join his camp, become his subordinates, and serve his cause of fighting for the sea.

He came with a purpose.

Like he taught Red how to be Warchief.

When drawing cakes like this now, one must draw a circle big enough to fool the group of Nightborne who have been trapped in Suramar for ten thousand years and know nothing about the development of the outside world.

"With all due respect, Your Excellency."

It took the old elf Venthir three full minutes to recover from Braike's shameless speech. Although the old elf was kind and timid, he was not a stupid person.

Facing Bu Laike's request, he refused decisively:

"While I am reluctant to call my friends and I 'rebels', as you say, they trust me and see me as their leader, and this burden makes me responsible to them.

I can't just trust an outsider for no reason.

So, your suggestion, I can't"

"Don't rush to refuse."

Bu Laike laughed, took a sip of wine, and said:

"You haven't listened to the conditions I offered, are you going to refuse? Is this the attitude a businessman should have? Mr. Fansel, it's no wonder your tavern is in such a dilapidated state.

At least listen to what I can bring you, and then make a decision, okay? "

"It makes no sense, sir."

Fanthir shook his head, and the old elf pointed to the sky and said:

"As you can see, the situation in Suramar City is special. Any interference from outsiders will cause the Night Fortress to activate the city's magic barrier. You may be very powerful outside, you may be a powerful figure, and you may have slaughtered thousands of people. the power of.

But with all due respect, the honor and power of the outside world are meaningless in Suramar City.

Unless you are strong enough to defeat the Grand Magister and her loyal legions, your power will not even touch a tree in Suramar.

On the other hand, if you were already strong enough to rival Ms. Elisande, you would not come here to talk to me about these things by taking advantage of the chaos in the city at this time.

So it goes without saying, sir.

I thank you for helping my friends Villene and little Connie, and I can also find a way to send you out of town, but this nonsense suggestion, or"

"The city guards are investigating you, aren't they?"

Bu Laike interrupted Venthir, he took out a piece of parchment with white feathers from the magic bag with a sense of ritual, put it in front of the tavern owner, and said:

"I know that I have to earn your trust before we get into the discussion of where the small group of rebels should end up. But I really don't have much time, and even less for you.

So, let's talk in a more direct way.

Who is conducting the investigation on you?

Or to put it more bluntly"

The pirate blinked and said to Venthir:

"All the troubles in the world are caused by people. If those people are solved, the troubles will naturally disappear. So, whose head do I have to take to end this investigation?

Don't tell me Elisande, you guessed it, I can't beat her.

Far from her opponent.

But I can still do things like exchanging a few heads for trust in the city.

Write down their names and place a bounty on the Uncrowned, Vanthir, and I will complete your assassination commission and disappear into the shadow of Suramar City.

The next time I show up, you're going to talk to me about the things I want to talk about!

Next time, I hope to see all the important members of your group. "

The old elf hesitated.

He didn't know whether he should trust the outsider in magic disguise in front of him, but Villeny's rescue finally made the good old man Fanthir feel a little kindness in his heart.

He looked at the parchment and quill in front of him, whose style was incompatible with the nightborn elves, hesitated for a moment, reached for the quill, and wrote down several names and specific addresses on the parchment.

"You can take this opportunity to write the names of those guys you don't like and those you hate."

Bu Laike said quietly:

"Anyway, one is killing, and two are slaughtering. I don't care about swinging the knife a few more times."

Hearing this, the old elf suddenly raised his head and looked at Laike with weird eyes. After a few seconds, he whispered;

"Is this really okay?"

"You really plan to do it!"

The pirate looked Fansel up and down with a strange expression, and said:

"Didn't expect, you are such a timid leader, you are so decisive when you should be cruel, maybe I should re-examine you, Your Excellency Fansel."

"No, no, this is not a personal grudge!"

Fansel hurriedly waved his hands and explained:

"It's everyone's business.

Villene should have told you that the Stryce family in the wealthy district, a family composed of thieves, hooligans and robbers, has been trying to monopolize the magic wine smuggling network in the city.

They are deliberately using the strength of the city guards to attack us. Although the brotherhoods in the city are tenacious, they are far less than the thugs armed by these hateful rich people in terms of financial resources, armed forces, and numbers.

I suspect that this investigation against us was initiated by them.

if"

"understood."

The pirate snapped his fingers, pushed the magic lamp on the bar to the side, let the light illuminate, and said:

"Write down their names, their patriarchs, important members of the family, etc. It is best to indicate the location."

"It's better not to."

Fansir hesitated for a moment, and said:

"The guards in the rich area are all elite magic swordsmen and arcanists from the Night Fortress. It's not that I don't believe in your strength, Your Excellency, but that you don't need to take risks for us.

You saved Villene and Connie, and those children, and we owe you that. "

"Why worry about this?"

Bo Laike stood up, flexed his arms, and said:

"I am a master assassin, Your Excellency Fanthir, you may not understand the meaning of this identity, and you don't need to. But if I die in a reward mission, it can only show that I am not skilled.

Can't blame anyone.

This is my rule. "

Fansel was stunned for a moment, and he asked back:

"Master Assassin? Like the legendary Warden?"

"that's about right."

The pirate tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded, although he didn't think that a master assassin could be compared with the watcher of the elves, but...

Cultural differences, that's what it is.

A few minutes later, Fanthir wrote the last name on the parchment. Laike took the parchment, raised his left hand, turned the sapphire seal on his finger, and printed his name taboo on the paper.

He stretched out his hand, pulled out the white feather dotted on the parchment, and stroked it gently in his hand.

Say to the old elf in front of you:

"Then, the employment contract is established, Your Excellency Fanthir. I will help you get rid of these troubles, and when I show up next time, I will get my reward."

"hum"

The white feather fell from Laike's hand, swirled and landed on the bar before Fanthir's eyes.

The old elf rubbed his eyes fiercely, but there was nothing in front of him. It was as if Laike never existed at all, and he was the only one left in the whole tavern.

It seemed that everything that happened just now was an illusion.

Only the white feathers on the bar in front of him reminded him that everything just now was true.

It was only then that Fansel realized what he had done!

With shaking hands, he picked up the white feather on the bar, and quietly hid it in the deepest part of the counter, covering it with two bottles of wine. The old elf poured himself a glass of magic wine, intending to relax his mind.

As a result, the next moment, the gondola woman who "led the way" for Laike rushed into the tavern, and shouted at Fansel aggressively:

"You're still opening the door at this time! Those waste city defense forces can't stop the Withered, the elite magic swordsmen of the Night Fortress have arrived in the city. Close the door now.

Huh? Why do you look so bad? It was like seeing a ghost.

Did the city defense army check it out? "

——

To be honest, in terms of living conditions, Suramar City is definitely the most comfortable place in Azeroth.

But it's just the living conditions. As long as you have a better understanding of this city of ten thousand years, this city will become unattractive in front of outsiders.

Under the extremely gorgeous coat, there is a decayed body full of lice.

It's not just the poor night children waiting to die on the street outside the Waning Moon Tavern.

The pirate knew very well that there were still some sick things in this city. Anyway, by his standards, Suramar City had already been corrupted to the point of hopelessness.

Of course, saving the elven city was never a problem for the pirates.

he's not even an elf

I just followed along the way, expressing my feelings.

"puff"

Blood spurted out from the neck of the patrol captain of the city guard, Jia Duo, and the wall in front of him was covered with rolling blood, as if it was being redecorated.

This powerful captain of the magic swordsman didn't even have time to pull out his magic wing blade. No, he didn't even realize that he would be assassinated.

In this home, less than 50 meters away from the headquarters of the City Guard Army, his life was taken away.

The magic lamp on the roof of the room was extinguished by the impact of magic power. In the darkness, Bo Laike knelt down and wiped the blood on the Dragon Claw Hidden Blade on Captain Gadot's robe.

On the parchment in his hand, he crossed out his name.

Four have been crossed out on the parchment.

Now this is the fifth.

With the riots of the Withered attacking the city, and the perfect camouflage of the night, Braike seemed to be in the middle of nowhere in the Evermoon Commons.

Along the way, it was like shopping, and five consecutive assassinations were completed within 20 minutes.

All are one-hit kills!

This is because he almost lost his way in the real city following the direction in his memory and wasted some time.

Elves are no more difficult to deal with than humans, orcs, or trolls.

Ten thousand years is not enough time for the Nightborne of Suramar to become legends, and even because of the long-term peace, these fierce and vigilant guards will always react a bit slower when they are attacked.

"Yo, this is still a real alcoholic."

The pirate turned his head and glanced at Captain Gadot's wine cabinet in his bedroom. He searched around very rudely. The magic bag specially used to hold wine was full of all kinds of elf wine.

Most are magic wine, but there are also some non-magic drinks.

After the so-called thieves don't go empty-handed, the pirate patted his full bag, and threw Jiaduo's magic wing blade and his collection of magic weapons into the bag.

Finally, he took out a white feather from his sleeve and stroked it in his hand.

Just throwing it away, it landed on the forehead of the city defense captain's eyes and forehead.

It was soon drenched in blood.

The pirate sang a song, and using the magic disguise of the deceitful orb, he strolled towards the wealthy district that was not far away.

Complete the assassination of three important members of the Stryce family there, and this bounty will come to a successful conclusion.

And the moment he stepped into the wealthy district from the dark night, the pirate almost suffered a cardiac arrest with a yell.

"This is an illusion!"

A voice shouted sharply:

"What are you hiding!"

(end of this chapter)