Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 360 69. Based on my understanding of my luck, if things go so smoothly, it means that something bad is about to happen

When the blood-stained Anaris Yuejun walked out of the ruined tower with something in his hand, Maim's orc pirates and a group of spider elves had already cleaned up the ruins of Zahnar.

It was never this easy.

There are six to seven hundred Nightborne exiles in the ruins, and it will take some time for the orcs, whose fighting power is over the top, to come in through the tunnel they dug a long time ago.

The problem is that there has just been a civil unrest here before.

The Nightborne were also superstitious that the magic shield outside the ruins could protect them, but the cruel reality told these exiles that not every magic shield was as strong as Suramar's magic city wall.

In the big explosion caused by the blue dragon girl's all-round explosion, which overloaded all four energy columns of the magic shield at one time, the orcs rushed into the ruins and hardly encountered any decent resistance.

Of course, the orcs didn't kill people randomly.

Because Your Excellency the Commander said that these Nightbornes are to be kept as cannon fodder.

In the Immortal Fleet, Bu Laike's orders are the absolute rules of action. Even the Beihai lunatics who have joined for the shortest time now dare not resist the majesty of the commander.

"The good news is that your men are still there, and they didn't have time to be killed."

Maim, whose armor was still stained with blood, strode over with his one-handed sword in hand, and said to the silent Anaris in a mocking tone:

"The bad news is that because of your reckless actions, several servants of Lord Yue who you brought here have already died. They bled to death. The tauren have strong vitality, but they are better off."

"thanks."

Anaris said something in an inaudible human language.

It made Maim look shocked, he thought he had heard wrong, what's the matter? The arrogant chick in front of her, who always looks at people from the corner of her eyes, is she a different person?

What kind of torture did she suffer?

"Captain Maim, can you help me gather those Al Yi Si loyalists?"

The Yuejun girl raised her head, tried to show a smile on her blood-stained face, and said softly:

"By the way, bring the rebels who obey my orders."

"Row."

The orc glanced at the Nightborne Elf strangely, he turned and shouted at the pirates behind him, and immediately the orcs roughly dragged those who resisted them to the center of the ruins.

Soon, within ten minutes, forty or fifty Al Yi Si diehards who had been hacked and knocked down gathered together.

Kong Wu's powerful orc pirates carried all kinds of weapons and were watching over them.

Anaris Yuejun, who had changed his clothes, strode over under the protection of his six scarred high mountain tauren bodyguards.

She will be dressed in a pirate style.

White shirt, black trousers, hunting blood, wearing a windbreaker, hair tied with a red turban on the head, a black dagger with a sheath on his waist, and a musket used by pirates.

Just like that, he strode up to the group of Al Yi Si loyalists, and threw the things in his hand in front of them without any nonsense.

It was Al Yi Si's head, which was also in a terrible state of death, with a bloody hole in his left eye, and the roar of his death still remained on his face, the ferociousness made this head even more terrifying.

"I, Anaris Moonshire, a great nobleman from Suramar, now take over the rulership of the ruins of Zahnar."

The Yuejun chick, who used to like to publicize her identity in the past, was a little lacking in interest, and said her surname in a hasty and perfunctory manner.

Asked to a Nightborne exile woman glaring at her:

"Al Yi Si who treated you like slaves is dead, you are a bunch of exiles, Suramar you cannot go back.

Will you follow me? "

"You murdered the prince!"

The feeble Nightborne screamed:

"You are not fit to lead"

"boom"

A lead bullet flying at close range crushed her head.

Disgusting things spewed out from most of the exploded skulls, scaring the night children beside him who were still trying to scold Anaris.

The sharp ear that was torn and flew out hit an old elf behind him on the cheek. The latter rolled his eyes and fainted from fright. The orc beside him sneered and poured a bucket of water on him, forcing him to wake up.

"wrong answer."

Yuejun forced himself to speak in an indifferent tone.

He threw the musket that was still emitting green smoke to the strong tauren behind him, and took a loaded musket from the latter.

Her hands were no longer shaking.

This is good news.

The bad news is that the legs are still shaking.

But it doesn't matter, she should get used to it soon.

The muzzle of the black gun was firmly held by the wrist, and it was pressed against the forehead of the second Nightborne. Anaris looked at him and said word by word:

"Will you follow me?"

"I am willing! Long live the Yuejun family!"

——

"She's going to make a great captain. I see that quality in her, the cruelty that only pirates have, and that's what it should be.

We are spurned pirates, cold-blooded is our tradition. "

On the abandoned high tower in the ruins of Zahnar, Bu Laike held a bottle of wine in his hand and leaned on the abandoned railing in front of him, admiringly watching Anaris perform her "pirate ritual".

He drank some wine in his mouth, and said in a satisfied tone:

"As long as she is lucky and doesn't die in a certain raid or rebellion, with her scheming and skill, she will become the pirate king of the elves sooner or later.

Best of all, she can live a long time.

This is great.

There is another public 'ancestral elf' in my fleet. "

"I do not understand."

Beside Bu Laike, Little Xingxing was looking at the scene below with disgust, and stretched out his hand to cover his beloved little dragon Amygosa, preventing him from seeing the bloody scene.

The blue dragon girl looked at the proud Bu Laike, frowned and asked:

"I can see clearly what you did just now. You emerged from the shadows and killed that bastard who claimed to be a prince with a single strike.

Letting you handle these matters is definitely much faster than handing them over to that Nightborne elf.

You obviously have a faster and more convenient way, why do you have to leave these things to them? "

"What a stupid question, my schoolgirl."

The pirate said without looking back:

"Yes, I can easily finish this matter. But why should I do it? If I can do everything by myself, then what's the point of me forming this fleet?

I've heard the old Pandaria panda people have a proverb that says that the sword in a swordsman's hand can kill ten people. An army in the hands of a general can destroy a city.

But the anger in the king's heart can easily destroy a country and kill millions of lives.

You just saw the sword in my hand, piercing that bastard with ease. But I didn't see the other sword I hid in the scabbard, which is them.

These stinky pirates you despise."

Bu Laike raised his head, drank tons of wine in his hand, and smashed the bottle down hard.

With the sound of the wine bottle breaking, it was like a signal.

Maim gestured to Anaris, and the latter silently stepped aside. The orcs raised their weapons, grinning grinningly, and slashed at the necks of the remaining idiots who couldn't see the situation clearly.

In just a moment, more than 30 children of the night returned to hell.

But Laike was in no mood to watch it.

After dropping the bottle, he turned around, picked up the dwarf pipe, and patted the shoulder of Little Xingxing who was standing there, frowning at the scene.

He said drunkenly:

"I will teach you this truth for free today, junior, as a symbol of the beginning of our friendship. Next time you learn dark wisdom from me, remember to bring enough money."

Bu Laike whistled loudly towards the sky, and the Hippogryph cruising high above the sky responded happily, falling down like the wind, touching the pirate's arm affectionately with its antlers.

The latter smiled lightly, turned over and got on the saddle, and flew in the direction of the Naglfar amidst the neighing of the beast in the sky.

It's been out for too long.

If he doesn't go back to make up lessons, Dean Lanyue will probably lose his temper.

Well.

Hopefully he got drunk enough today to help him get through a tough class.

"crash"

The icy wind blows from behind and wraps around the pirate. The coldness makes him wake up quickly. He glances above his head, and Stellagosa, who has transformed into a young dragon, is spreading her blue wings, flying from Braike Fly over the head.

The drake's head was still down, and he gave Laike a not-so-friendly look.

She is going to class too.

Today is her first class in Dean Lanyue's classroom, so she can't be late.

A few hours later, the dizzy Captain Laike returned to his captain's cabin with a look of despair holding the homework accumulated in the past two or three days.

The first mate Sefiel, who was holding back a smirk, had already prepared quills and ink for him to answer the questions.

Bo Laike sat in his vulgar and ornate captain's chair, picked up a quill, and opened the first paper to read.

Well, as expected of Dean Lanyue.

In just a few days, he has replaced the original arcane exercises with magic knowledge questions of the Warlock series according to his aptitude, and has also thoughtfully prepared shadow and evil flame magic for Bu Laike.

She knew that her disciple was not good at fel magic.

"Oh, if it's these exercises, I won't be sleepy."

The pressure in the captain's heart suddenly eased, he blew a whistle, and began to answer questions. He was still a little confident in warlock magic.

"Captain, the spider elves just sent back the news that Anaris has taken the exiles of the night children and migrated to the coast. Eudora will drive the alpaca to pick them up."

Seifel is like a very competent first officer, reporting the situation of the fleet to Laike.

she says:

"But Eudora complained to me, saying that the alpaca had installed those inferior golems, and allocated a deck for the spider elves to use as lairs. Now that these night children are added, there is not enough space. .

The flying machines of the goblins can only be placed on the top deck, and it will be very troublesome if it gets wet.

We may need a ship as big as the Alpaca. "

"Let Eudora handle this little matter by herself."

Bu Laike said without looking up:

"Buy it from the turtles, they should have a few big troll ships.

In addition, there are mages now, so after our operations in Northrend are over, let Udora take some time to go back to the Wharton Desert.

Ship the treasure from Treasure Isle back to Tol Barad.

You take the Nagfar to escort, that is the fund promised to the Nazaras College, and Dean Lanyue will definitely take it very seriously. "

"OK."

Seifel wrote down the incident in his little notebook, and complained to Bo Laike:

"Captain, the sea titan you found is delicious. Nat complained to me before that he and Hal had to spend a whole day fishing in order to satisfy the appetite of that big man with a bottomless abyss.

The sea titan is too big to go with the ship, we are going to Northrend later, should we still let it follow the seabed all the way? "

"No, no, Gork is going to be sent back to Tol Barad."

Bu Laike raised his head and said to Safiel:

"Not only the sea titans have to be sent back, but also the orcs of Maim and the spider elves of Olaxis have to be sent back, the defense over there is a bit weak.

I am a little worried about relying on the snake man.

The blue dragon will help open the portal in this matter, and I had already made an agreement with Eldagosa the day we left Azsuna.

Alas, speaking of it, the Azsuna matter has basically come to an end, but I always feel that there are still things that might happen. "

The pirate touched his chest superstitiously.

He was half complaining, half worried and said:

"My instincts were right.

Every time when things are going well, there will always be some moths. The affairs of Azsuna, whether it is the Narsalas Academy, the blue dragons, or the exiles of the children of the night, have all gone too smoothly.

I estimate that there may be a wave of major events happening next. "

"What's the big deal in this broken place?"

Seifel rolled his eyes and said:

"The most difficult group of ten thousand year ghosts have been taken care of by you, captain, and the naga have also withdrawn, leaving only the blue dragons in the blue wing habitat to dominate.

Even if something happens, we have the support of the old blue dragon.

It is blessed by the power of Azsuna's magic net, but it is at the level of demigod power. We are not afraid of Azshara coming! "

"Do you want to make a bet? I said that what we have experienced is just an appetizer for the trip to Azsuna, and the dinner will come soon."

The pirate looked at the chief mate who had no sense of crisis at all, and said:

"Just bet ten gold coins, do you want to play?"

(end of this chapter)