Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 333

Naga attack is not a big problem.

Especially when faced with a ghost ship and brave ghost sailors, these howling deep-sea soft-skinned snakes left a dozen corpses and fled in a hurry.

The naga were mighty, but with their bodies twisted into this cursed state, the honor and discipline of being a Highborne was shattered.

In the absence of sea witches or warlords to oversee the battle, these lower-level Naga are easily defeated when they are hit head-on.

But the road ahead is not so smooth.

According to Nora's map, the large ruins of the Nazaras School of Magic, including the entire inner lake of Azsuna, have become a battleground for several forces.

The naga hunted down the turtle man.

The Tortollan is hiding in the territory of the native elf ghosts, so the naga attack the ghost of Faronaar.

Ghosts are not vegetarian either.

Although they died 10,000 years ago, they died abnormally. Their bodies were gone, but their souls were still bound to the earth by the curse.

They are still guarding their city that has been turned into ruins just like they were 10,000 years ago.

These Highborne were once the most combative legion under the command of Prince Farondis. They included spellcasters, soldiers and hunters, and even ghostly hippogryph knights.

After being attacked by Naga, he immediately launched a sharp counterattack.

Not giving up an inch of land, fighting with the Naga in various ruins, they will not die, ghosts will be reborn in other places after being crushed, and they are naturally brave in battle.

Naga was once driven out of the ruins.

But the deep sea softskin snake is almost the most vengeful and vicious species in all of Azeroth, and they quickly made a comeback, bringing a large number of murlocs and sea titans to join the battle.

Nightborne exiles from the ruins of the north also roamed the battlefield collecting magic items, and they raided both sides for treasure, adding to the chaos.

On the contrary, the tortoises who caused all this are still staying in their own camp.

"So you are broom stars, and you will cause chaos wherever you go."

In the camp of the tortoises, Laike blamed the tortoises in front of him very politely. He was wearing a dark red ominous robe and holding a commanding staff in his hand.

Through the eyes of Keir Rogge, observing the chaotic battlefield around the ruins, he said with a headache:

"I still plan to do something in Azsuna, but look at the situation in the ruins now, thousands of naga and thousands of ghosts are surrounding this crappy place, knocking out the dog's brains.

I threw so few people in that I couldn't even make a splash. "

"It's not that we provoked the two sides to fight, it was the Naga who chased and killed us first."

Norah, the turtle sage, didn't want to explain too much.

These cunning tortoises set up camp in the land of the ghosts of Faronaar, with evil intentions in the first place. But since they don't do this, they will easily be wiped out by the vicious Naga, so there is no reason to reprimand them.

"beep beep beep"

There was a loud noise in the sky, and Laike looked up to see a dozen goblin gyroplanes belching black smoke, sending the people he asked for here.

When these noisy aircraft flew over, they attracted the attention of Naga.

Several harpoon guns placed above the ruins attacked them, and the foxes who flew the plane were not afraid, and flew over there and dropped a few goblin bombs.

Turn that small firepower point together with a dozen or so Naga bombers inside.

A nearby high-level elf ghost team also seized the opportunity, rushed up in a wave, and planted their tattered flag on the commanding height.

It drew cheers from all the ghosts.

These ghosts who have been bound in Azsuna for 10,000 years are going to bray like donkeys. There will be Naga calling, and they are all happy, just like playing a war game.

There are also some aristocratic ghosts who are not afraid of death and idleness. They simply took their servants and set up a "observation platform" on the mountain not far away, watching the soldiers and the soft-skinned snakes fighting each other.

"What a good soldier, it's all mine!"

After Laike scolded the Proto-Tortolin who provoked trouble, he looked at the highborne ghosts of Faronaar with greedy eyes.

If there were all such soldiers on the Naglfar fighting for him, as long as there were a thousand of them, he would have the confidence to destroy a Kul Tiran battleship head-on in a small-scale sea conflict.

But that's all for later.

The aircraft brought over the captains and lackeys under the command of the pirates, and Bu Laike turned around and counted the number of people, and said to everyone in front of him:

"All the spellcasters stand out, and the rest are divided into two groups. I have something to arrange."

After the words fell, the orc warlock Xieyan took a step forward, followed by the giant magician Zarak, the skinny boy Kanrethad, and the ship doctor Natalie who was sitting aside, sulking in a priest's robe.

These are the trusted spellcasters under Bu Laike.

What a shame.

Such a large fleet, just a few spellcasters.

Of course, there is also a ghost of the archmage on the Naglfar, but he cannot leave the ghost ship too far. As for the captured Nightborne spellcasters on the Alpaca, Laike still doesn't trust them, and they can't be counted as his own.

The faldorei spider elves who surrendered also have the ability to cast spells.

But their appearance is too embarrassing, they are not human at first glance, and the Nazaras Academy of Magic and Magic will definitely not accept them.

"Hey, Captain, why do you have slap marks on your face?"

The orc warlock discovered the blind spot, and seeing the red handprint on Bu Laike's cheek, he cursed out of righteous indignation:

"Who is it! Who dares to hurt my great captain! I am loyal and must show him a good look!"

"cough cough"

Bu Laike coughed in embarrassment, and secretly looked at Natalie with a cold face next to him, recalling the incident of peeking at her changing clothes just now

Say good or bad!

But alas his eyes did not obey his orders.

What is the use of these disobedient eyes? Dig another day! I happened to be looking for some demon hunters in Azsuna to see if I could have a legendary class or something.

"Then what, go change your clothes!"

The pirate changed the subject abruptly, and said to the casters in front of him:

"I'll take you to a good place soon. Listen up, everyone else. Eudora drove the Alpaca to the abandoned temple bay in the south, anchored there, and used it as a base of operations."

"Oh well."

The little foxman captain with a pirate blindfold puffed up his chest, gave a military salute to Laike, and accepted the order.

"Maim took two boats to the north, there is a Nightborne ruin over there, there are many Nightborne exiles inside, I will send you a guide, you go there to check the situation first.

Grab as many as you can.

If you can't catch it, build a temporary camp first, and wait for other people to support it. "

Bo Laike gave another order to the heavily armored orc Mem.

Maim clenched his fist and thumped on the breastplate to show that he accepted the order.

"And you, Captain Anne."

Bu Laike finally looked at the leader of the North Sea lunatics, Anne Bonn, who was wearing a red pirate trench coat and a black eyepatch, pointed to the direction of the old pirate, and said:

"Take your people to the south and walk along the coastline. There are also a few elf ruins there. According to the turtle man, there are night children using the magic left by the magic net to secretly make golems.

Your mission is to snatch those golems back! "

The big villain commander made a snatching gesture and said to the old sea dog Anne:

"I send you the Fal'dorei, Grayson's ship, Attumen's dead knights, and the Naglfar and my personal guards.

My steward Moros and my bard Wolf will also assist you.

I'll give you five days to take all those Xia'dorei golems back to me! After that's done, go all the way north to support Maim's raid.

In the ruins, I heard that there was some kind of nightborn prince, and I captured him alive. "

"no problem."

Annie boldly bit open a bottle of wine, took a sip into her mouth, patted her chest and said to the commander:

"Snatching things, we Beihai lunatics are the best! With so much support, if we can't get it in five days, I will give up the captain's position."

"Then go to work, now."

Bu Laike crossed his waist and leaned on his staff, and said to the captains:

"When I come back from my 'advanced studies' at the Nazaras Academy of Magic, if everything goes well, we won't have to sneak around in the Endless Sea in the future.

The good times that belong to us are coming soon.

Get out and do things. "

Encouraged by this, and watching the captains get on the rickety goblin gyroplane and fly away to the coast, Laike turned around and looked at the three people behind him who had changed into robes.

Zarak is the tallest, with his evil eyes bowed, and the little warlock is the shortest, so they are arranged in order of size, which is quite layered.

They are all wearing extremely fine robes, all of which are spoils from repeated looting, but the robes on the giant magician look so strange.

"Why do you wear women's clothes? You are so coquettish."

Bu Laike complained:

"It's still so tasteless. At first glance, it is only worn by the Shaldorei elves. I don't know how to find someone to change it. You are not ashamed, but I am also ashamed."

"It can't be helped, Captain, I'm too tall."

Zarak the troll also felt helpless.

The straight-backed troll looked melancholy at the lady's robe on his body, and he sighed and said:

"I wear human robes that are the same as skirts. Only the robes of the elves can barely cover the legs. This thing is of good quality. I asked Udora to sew it for me with a needle and thread, and sewed all the robes with exposed legs." Living.

Women should be women's, it's better than nothing.

Besides, why should we change robes? Captain, I don't doubt your dark wisdom, it's just that"

"You know shit."

Bu Laike threw out a vulgar language, and he swore:

"To learn high-level magic, attitude is very important. Teachers like good students, and clothing represents your attitude when you enter school. Now, this is for you."

The pirate threw the Orb of Deceit to Zarak, and threatened sinisterly:

"The Magic Academy is full of Highborne. They hate trolls the most. You'd better keep a low profile. If they find out about your disguise, they will probably swallow you alive.

But those elves were also cursed.

The brain is not very normal, as long as you hide it better, it is not likely to cause problems. "

After finishing speaking, he straightened his sinister robe of the Corruptor, put the full-covered hood on his head again, looked back at the most conspicuous huge ruin among the ruins of the inner lake, and waved at the three men and a woman behind him. waved his hand and said:

"Elbow, let's go to school."

——

"What? There are five spellcasters applying for admission?"

In the principal's office of the Narsalas School of Magic, on the half-collapsed, wet and dark ground full of stagnant water, behind a decaying desk.

Dean Alya Lanyue pushed her rimless crystal glasses in doubt.

She looked at Mentor Deliana in front of her and asked:

"How long has it been since we had no new students?"

"Well, six months and thirteen days in ten thousand and three years."

The female ghost teacher wearing a robe in front of her replied seriously:

"Although admission letters are sent to various cities under the Queen's rule every month, I don't know what happened, and I haven't received a single reply for ten thousand years.

Dean, will these five freshmen be accepted? "

"How about their foundation?"

Dean Lanyue took off his glasses with the reservedness that a high-level spellcaster should have, summoned a ball of arcane magic power to wipe it in his hand, and said:

"Although there have been no new students enrolled for a long time, the instructors are very anxious.

But after all, Narsalas Academy is the cradle of the best and most outstanding spellcasters in the entire empire. We have cultivated seven magic princes for Her Majesty the Queen, with a long history and excellent style.

We don't take everyone. "

"I have observed it, Dean."

Instructor Deliana immediately said:

"Everyone has a foundation in spellcasting, especially that female student, she is good at the very rare holy light and shadow magic, and she has found a delicate balance, so she is very talented.

The other four men were just a little bit worse. Although they could use magic, their foundations were in a mess.

But how should I put it, the attitude is very correct, everyone has their own robes, and they all expressed their sincere willingness to learn to me, saying that they came here because of the fame.

It can barely be regarded as a dead wood that can be educated well.

It's just that they look a little weird.

They have no ears, their skin is not white, they are a bit short, and they claim to be human, but I have never heard of such a race in the Elven Empire. "

"Before the Pandaren Empire sent envoys to visit Zin-Azshari, we hadn't seen any strange pandaren either."

Dean Lanyue thought for a few seconds, then she stood up and stretched out her illusory ghostly body, without noticing the grave-like environment of the dean's office around her.

She happily made a decision and said:

"Maybe it's a small race.

As long as they are not obnoxious trolls, they are loyal subjects of Queen Azshara, let the administrator and dormitory master Fairridge enroll them.

Ah, the long boring wait is finally over.

Finally, there are new students enrolled. In order to ensure the quality of teaching, I have to prepare a set of study plans for them personally. Of course, test papers and homework are required. "

(end of this chapter)