Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 393 102. I will quietly emerge from the shadows and amaze everyone

"oops"

Amidst the sudden screams, in the underground facility that no one has visited for nearly ten thousand years, five or six people fell down from the magic flash in mid-air, and then smashed firmly on the dusty ground .

Because of the sudden incident, the old elf Ocules didn't have time to fine-tune the teleportation point, nor did he have the time to adjust the comfort of this teleportation technique. As a result, when he was thrown over, Anaris Yuejun, who had the weakest physique, directly covered him. He retched with his mouth beside him.

Even Melandus, the leader of the strongest magic swordsmen, was a little dizzy.

As for the old elf himself, it was the worst.

He said before that this was a transmission of overdrawn magic power. When he was thrown into this underground magic network node, he fainted.

Talisa is the quickest to recover.

Her shoulder was still injured, and she couldn't lift her entire left arm. She struggled to see the situation of Ocules, and quickly looked at the surrounding environment.

What appeared before their eyes was a huge underground hall.

The shimmer of magic in the dark represents the gathering place of natural magic.

There are still some crystallized magic power condensed in the tens of thousands of years under the feet, which grow in various places like crystal clusters. These things also shine with a faint light, embellishing the darkness with a fantastic color.

"Is everyone okay? Hold on, we'll be back in Suramar soon."

Talisa stood up with difficulty, put a piece of ancient magic power in the palm of her hand, and while absorbing magic power to replenish her body, she held up a ball of light to illuminate the darkness, looking for a way out of here.

She looked at the underground and silent millennium hall in front of her, and said with emotion:

"Oculeth has always had big plans.

He wants to restart these eleven magic net nodes, so as to open the magic channel leading to the depths of the Nightwell, collect the accumulated magic power there, and distribute it to the people in need in the city.

I also want to help him.

He told me all the names of these magic points, but which one is here, I have not yet"

"hum"

Before the chief arcanist finished speaking, the second beam of teleportation light lit up behind everyone, and a cold, hoarse voice sounded from the light of the portal.

He politely answered Talisa's doubts.

"The magic power channel of this node is called 'Eclipse Hall'."

Bo Laike stepped out of the spinning teleportation light, and a group of heavily armed pirates filed out behind him.

Holding the Shadow Moonblade in his hand, he said to the embarrassed children of the night in a tour guide's tone introducing the scenery:

"This is the closest to the coast of the eleven magic net nodes under the land of Suramar. They are the works of the arcanists of the Elven Empire before the War of the Ancients.

Look at these magic channels, what a delicate structure, what a perfect design.

They channel Suramar's Weave magic into Suramar to power your cities. It's a pity that after the establishment of the Nightwell, these mana channels were abandoned.

What a pity.

But today, the crystallization of the magical attainments of these elf empires will be used by me again.

Elisande never imagined that I already had a way to bypass the city barrier and enter Suramar, but I still want to thank you for bringing me here. "

The smelly pirate tilted his head, pointed to his forehead and said:

"Although I know their general location.

But it still takes a lot of time for me to send someone to look for it.

With these ancient channels of magic that can be used, my followers can have an underground network that perfectly bypasses the monitoring of the Grand Magister.

They will become the haunting 'ghosts' in the city of Suramar.

They do everything I ask them to do for me.

I'll drive a wedge into Elisande's heart! All her actions will be predicted and used by me, and the children of the night will never know this secret.

You all seem like 'reasonable' people.

I think, you will definitely not tell the great magister this news, right? "

The pirate's answer was an arcane blast thrown by Talisa.

Worthy of being the Chief Arcanist of the Grand Magister, the process of arcane impact from the start to the release can be called the art of spellcasting, not only perfectly filling every node of the mana model, but also almost instantaneous.

The most important thing is that even in such an embarrassing situation, the release of this magic is still very elegant.

Dean Lanyue will definitely like the Son of the Night in front of him very much, she is simply the kind of classical spellcaster that the dean admires most.

But Bo Laike didn't like it.

He hates this kind of "other people's children".

"boom"

The ferocious arcane blast smashed into the floating shadow in front of Bo Laike like an open cloak, swallowing all the sharp magic and sending the pirate into the leap in the floating shadow.

The exquisite shadow step shuttled over, and the moon blade swung forward, slashing towards Talisa's back.

The seriously injured Arcanist was powerless to resist. Amidst the blood splattering, she trembled and fell to the ground, the corners of her mouth twitching from the intense pain.

"Where do you want to go? My chief arcanist?"

Bu Laike wiped the blood from the Moonblade, knelt down, clasped Talisa's chin, lifted her from the pool of blood, and said to her:

"Now, do you still plan to return to the command of the great magister? Such loyalty moved me to tears. I hope you can maintain such loyalty for me in the future."

The leader of the magic swordsmen on the other side, Melandusben, also wanted to violently resist, but the knight Joan Crydone who followed Bo Laike from the portal raised his warhammer and gave him a hard blow.

The magic swordsman was beaten to the ground, and was pinned down by four undead knights, unable to struggle.

The orc warlock with evil eyes came over with a stern laugh. The one-eyed warlock squatted down, admiring the despair of Melandus.

He said in Salas with an orc accent:

"The captain delivered you to me, guinea pig.

He said he wanted me to show how cruel and evil I am as a warlock, so I'll introduce myself, I'm from a ghostly place called the Shadow Council.

I learned a lot of ways to make people surrender there.

That's a very evil, very evil way.

Let me tell you, even if you really have a will of steel, I will train you to be as good as a dog. Of course, I hope you are a real tough guy.

I hope your will is strong enough to support me to 'revisit' all those tricks on you. "

The magic swordsman struggling like a wild beast spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and sprayed it on Xieyan's face, making the orc very angry.

Raising his hand was a painful curse, and amidst the piercing screams, the magic swordsman was carried by the undead knight like a dead dog, and was dragged back to the deck of the Nagfar.

"I leave her and her friends to you, my ship's doctor."

Bu Laike looked at the painful Talisa and the unconscious Ocules, and said to the black-clothed Natalie who followed:

"She is a very powerful person. I have designated her as my 'Chief Arcanist'. You must treat her well. While healing her wounds, persuade her to recognize the reality.

There's nothing good about following Elisande.

If she really cares about the people, then her result is likely to be an unsuccessful coup in Suramar. After a tragic failure, she is exiled to the wilderness and becomes a helpless withered.

I have seen how you manipulate people with the power of shadow, do it again.

Invite her to join us and become one of us. "

"Next time you want me to 'persuade' others, I'd better restrain my aggressiveness."

Natalie glanced at Bo Laike and said:

"You beat people to death first. This is not a way to make strangers feel happy. It will only increase my workload, and it will not help persuasion at all."

"I try my best."

The pirate shrugged and said:

"It's just that I have been trained a little too much by the instructor these few days. I won't do it next time."

"hum"

Behind him, Little Xingxing has found the control tower of Moliqu.

It stands to reason that it is difficult for non-high-level elf spellcasters to learn to manipulate the magical creations left over from the elf empire period. But blue dragons rely on talent to use magic.

Little Xingxing can see the magic flow of the underground magic net with the naked eye. It is not difficult for her to understand the principle of this sophisticated device in front of her.

As the little star turned a few crystals, it redirected the magic power of the magic net and activated the transmission unit in the magic power channel.

Amidst the faint buzzing sound, a portal that had not been activated for thousands of years opened behind Laike. Through the floating magic mirror, one could clearly see the scenery of Suramar City.

"Bring them back."

Bu Laike waved to the crowd behind him and said:

"Come over with another group of people, ready to receive the magic wine. Please ask the Archmage Ellan to make a permanent teleportation beacon for this place. We will come here often in the future."

After speaking, he glanced at the dark corner next to him, where Anaris Yuejun had already changed her clothes, and changed back to the tuxedo-style noble dress she wore in Suramar before.

Her housekeeper, Lunas, was also dressed in a high-spirited manner, no different from the servants in the Moon County Manor.

"Let's go."

The pirate took out the Orb of Deceit, put himself in a magical disguise of the Son of the Night, and walked into the portal first, followed by Little Xingxing and the Moon County Girl.

Legendary magic is really a very magical thing, it makes the concept of "distance" blurred.

With one step, one can cross over half of the Suramar wilderness, from a hidden underground hall, to the bustling and beautiful Suramar city in one step.

But before the pirate opened his arms and took a breath of the magic-sweet air in Suramar, at the entrance of the alley in front of him, several Nightborne City Guards patrolling over appeared.

"It's an illusion! You're covering up"

"bang bang bang"

Before the forbidden words that made the pirate's blood pressure soar, Bo Laike, in the shadow jump, knocked three hapless city guards unconscious to the ground with three precise sap shots.

"Throw them over there!"

Bu Laike said with an unlucky face:

"Take them on board as 'internship' pirates. Seeing how 'brave' they are, they will definitely become the backbone of my subordinates in the future."

Little Xingxing suffocated a smile, picked up the three children of the night, and threw them one by one into the dissipating portal behind him.

After nearly a month, Anaris Yuejun returned to her hometown city, and a trace of emotion and bewilderment flashed in her eyes.

But soon, she remembered her mission.

Slightly leaning over to Bu Laike, he took the butler Lunas who was also moved by returning home, and the "country girl" little Xingxing who saw everything fresh, and walked towards the Moon County Manor.

Little Xingxing said that he wanted to go shopping and see the scenery of Suramar.

With such a small wish, the Yue County family, who are the top nobles in Suramar City, can easily satisfy the little princess. As for beautiful clothes and jewelry, etc.

no kidding.

The clothes and jewelry of the Yuejun sisters in the manor can make the little star wear the same set for ten years a day, and there is no need to go to the tailor shop in the commercial street to spend money on those vulgar and cheap clothes.

What is the background of the ten thousand year nobility?

Of course, a pirate leader like Bu Laike who has outgrown the vulgar tastes will definitely not waste time on such boring things as "shopping with schoolgirls".

He bid farewell to his schoolgirl and his subordinates, rented a small boat at the nearest small pier, and went to Yongyue civilian area under the ferry of the gondola boat mother.

——

It was another boring and peaceful day at the Crescent Moon Tavern.

The owner of the tavern, Fansel, is currently counting the accounts, with a long face full of sighs. Recently, the business is going well, but the consumption of magic wine is still huge.

There have been rumors in the city that the great magister is going to open the city and lead Xia Duolei back to the world ten thousand years later. This sounds like exciting news, but it has nothing to do with the lower-class civilians in the city.

Their life is still very unsatisfactory.

The rationing system of magic wine has not been abolished. Every day, people go bankrupt due to the cost of buying magic wine. There are more and more homeless people in Yongyue civilian area.

The kind-hearted Mr. Fansel still maintains the habit of giving those homeless people a small glass of magic wine to renew their lives every night, which makes his reputation in the civilian area grow day by day.

But this time, no one dared to trouble him.

The last time the Stries family tried to trouble him was the well-known villain in the wealthy area of ​​Suramar City. The top thieves and liars of the family were assassinated overnight by a terrible killer.

Now that family is on the brink of collapse.

Most of the magic wine smuggling channels they mastered have been taken over by Fansel's forces.

The mediocre, even cowardly, tavern owner in front of him is now the master of Suramar's underground smuggling network.

The most outrageous thing is that this kind of takeover is not even negotiated by Fansel, but offered by those Strys henchmen who were frightened by the brutal assassination.

These bastards living in the gray area agreed that the destruction of the Stryce family was because they offended the "rebels".

The rebels, who have always been low-key, used terrible methods in their counterattack.

There are also outrageous rumors that the Rebels have a lurking regiment of assassins who do their dirty work for them.

The most direct proof is that on the same day as the assassination, several commanders of the city guard who had been collaborating with the Stries family were also quietly killed.

At the scene of all the corpses, blood-stained Bai Yu Mao was found.

That's what the Rebel Assassins did.

"But I don't know who he is, really, I haven't even seen his face, that time he came to my tavern with a magic disguise.

How did this matter become like this? "

Although he has mastered the smuggling channel, he no longer has to worry about the supply of magic wine, but his worries are not less, but more. Fansir's little hair that was left had become thinner in recent days.

He complained in a low voice, finished counting the inventory, put away the ledger, and just turned around when he froze in place.

Behind him, a white feather was falling lightly from the air. Thinking of the recently rumored story about the ominous feather representing the "call of death", Fansel almost suffered a cardiac arrest.

And behind the feather, Bo Laike, who visited him a month ago, was sitting leisurely on the wine barrel. This time he didn't wear a disguise, but he still appeared without warning or sound like last time.

"Hey, hello, the leader of the rebels, the underground giant of Suramar, the kind and wise Mister Fanthir."

The pirate said softly:

"The work you entrusted to the Uncrowned has been successfully completed."

"Now, let's talk about pay."

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(end of this chapter)