Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 470 23. The pet warlock is the worst

Two days later, on the route from Northrend to the eastern continent, three ships were traveling at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary ships.

They are lined up in a sailing posture, riding the wind and waves, but if they are seen by ordinary people, they will definitely be scared into a cold sweat, because these three ships are all ghost ships.

Well, of course, the average person has a greater chance of not being intimidated.

Because they couldn't see the three ships at all.

The ocean fog of the Nagfar is like a cloud of flowing mist, enveloping the three ships, and the sea breeze cannot blow away the entanglement of the fog.

On the Sister of Mercy in the center, the old pirate Al Reiss, wearing an old pirate captain's suit and a pirate hat, will also stand in front of the helm of his beloved ship.

This time, he followed Laike back to Tol Barad. In addition to revisiting the old place, he also had to equip his Sister of Mercy with the most powerful naval artillery of this era, so that the ghost ship could gain more powerful destructive power.

After the change of clothes, he and Grayson will return to Northrend with the North Sea lunatics.

Bu Laike has made a decision that the Undead Fleet will be divided into two parts.

Some of them followed him, the commander, and stopped at the eastern continent.

The other part was handed over to Grayson to command, with Al Reiss as his deputy, leading the North Sea lunatics to occupy the Northrend waters, occupying the route from that eastern continent to Northrend, in order to grab profits.

In other words, Laike is about to have two fleets, even though he has few real warships under his command.

But it doesn't matter, the problem of lack of ordinary warships in the fleet will soon be resolved.

"Taking advantage of returning to the northern border this time, we will send people to Kul Tiras."

In the captain's cabin of the Nagfar, Laike was looking at the chart, and he changed back to the familiar Pirate King suit, mainly because Sefiel has a beautiful new uniform and is no longer envious of this tattered set Pirates installed.

So he generously returned it to his captain.

The pirate sat on his vulgar and gorgeous chair, and he told the chief mate who was holding a mirror beside him to adjust his appearance:

"Remind me when the time comes, I need the 'Albatross' of Kul Tiras to be active, I heard that the Kul Tiras Navy is about to eliminate a batch of old warships, and that batch of ships must be eaten!

When they arrive, the Immortal Fleet will truly have regional naval dominance.

I also need to contact the Goblin Consortium in Booty Bay. This time, the reconstruction of Narsalas College has made my old friend, the rich man Revegazi, full of food, and it is time for him to repay me.

My fleet must be equipped with the best goblin naval guns, sufficient armaments, one musket, and an escort rotorcraft formation dedicated to the two logistics ships. "

"You want too much, Captain."

Pirate Dragon frowned while recording and said:

"You gave all the treasures on Treasure Island to the dean to rebuild the academy. Although there are a lot of treasures you have found, most of them are handicrafts and cultural relics that cannot be cashed in immediately.

We don't have that much cash to buy ships and arms at the same time.

Although the goblins also collect handicrafts and cultural relics, those cunning bastards will definitely keep the price down, and it would be too bad to sell them directly. However, we can 'borrow' a little from Anaris first.

If Captain Yuejun's sister gave her all the 'startup funds', it should be enough to complete this big change. "

"what?"

Bo Laike, who was wearing a red eye patch, had a strange expression, "looking" at Seifel, and said:

"You want me to borrow money from the captain under my command? You want me to eat soft food from the Yuejun family?"

"Humph."

Seifel raised his delicate chin, and said in a playful tone:

"If you really have this plan, believe me, Anaris will definitely send herself to your bed clean and fragrant, not only her, but her sister will probably be willing too.

After all, considering politics and family survival, in addition to completely tying the Yuejun family to the great magister of Suramar, the most cost-effective investment for the two sisters is to 'take shares' in the undead fleet.

I know the thoughts of those thousand-year-old nobles best.

As long as the family's prosperity can be preserved, not to mention two sisters serving one husband together, they can even do things that ruin the three views.

However, if you think about it the other way around, if you can really get the terrifying financial support of the Yuejun family, the captain doesn't need to save money to buy an old ship. He can completely build a new fleet in Kul Tiras with a wave of his hand. "

"never mind."

This very tempting proposal made Bo Laike ponder for a few seconds, and finally shook his head.

He said with emotion:

"If I really have to sell myself to support the fleet, I'm not the Pirate King. Besides, if I really want to sell myself, it's impossible to sell to the Yuejun family.

I will run to see Dailin now, as long as I lower my face and call 'Dad', the entire navy of Kul Tiras is mine.

But dominating the sea in that sense is so boring. "

"That's true."

Safiel nodded approvingly, she poked her face and said:

"Then we have to find a way to quickly get rid of the handicrafts and cultural relics we have. Speaking of the forces that are most interested in those things in Azeroth at the moment

Dwarven Explorers' Guild? "

"Do not."

Bo Laike shook his head, held out three fingers and said:

"The Explorers' Association of the Dwarves, the Relic Association of the Quel'dorei, and the notorious relic dealers. Among them, the Association of Relics paid the most money.

But the elves have high eyesight, so they probably don't like the troll's funeral objects.

So let's sell all three of us.

Artifacts and artifacts of the Elven Empire sold to the Quel'dorei. The most archaeologically interesting ones, sold to the dwarves. As for those funerary objects that are hot to handle, they will be handed over to the cultural relic dealers.

In this way, it should not be a problem to raise enough funds. "

He rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then said to Seifel:

"I'm going to Quel'Thalas right now, I'll contact the Sacred Relic Association.

For the dwarves, write a letter to Brian Bronzebeard, honorary president of the Explorers' Guild, in the name of Narsalas College, inviting him to Dalaran.

Finally, there are cultural relics dealers, this is best dealt with.

Tell Red Jack to send someone to the Kingdom of Stormwind and find a guy named Bud Nedlake.

Invite them to Tol Barad. The Nedrek family is an ancestral cultural relic dealer, the most famous black merchant in the circle, with Tongtian's hands and eyes, and the best knowledge of goods.

You are responsible for this matter. "

"no problem."

Seifel nodded, stretched out his hand and waved it down, and said solemnly:

"I will definitely hit the price hard and try to sell those funerary objects at a good price."

"you?"

Bu Laike glanced at the confident Sefiel suspiciously, and said:

"Let Udora be your deputy. I still believe in the strength of the foxes in settling accounts. Just show them samples on the alpaca, pay with one hand, and deliver with one hand.

On our territory, we are not afraid of their tricks. Huh? "

Just as he was saying this, the pirate suddenly had a thought. He made a pause gesture to Sefiel, held the head of Gul'dan on his chest, and responded to the call in his mind.

The next moment, a demon portal opened in the captain's room.

With the strong evil energy radiating, the elite demon guard, the crazy Clin Fran, who had grown a lot bigger, strode out with a half-dead demon imp in his hand.

With a bang, the demon kid with a bruised nose and a swollen face was thrown to the ground viciously, with only half his life left.

It seemed to know what was going to happen next, howled and tried to escape, but was trampled and broken by the grinning demon guard, and the hurt kid screamed ear-piercingly.

"Yo yo yo, look who this is coming home?"

Bo Laike leaned on his captain's chair, put his hands on the armrests, and said in a sarcasm:

"Isn't this our mighty, terrible, and diabolical Lord Daglop, lost on an excursion in the Twisting Nether, into the Hellhound Den?

How did it become so miserable?

How careless you are. "

Pirates speak Demonic.

The demon imp in pain raised his head and tried to beg for mercy, but when he saw the red cloth strips on the pirate's eyes, a more straightforward fear suddenly appeared in his cunning and vicious eyes.

It seemed that what came out of the blindfold was the pressure it couldn't bear at all, and the words of begging for mercy were also choked in his mouth, and he couldn't say it at all.

"You see, I have always been a very reasonable warlock, I helped you complete your revenge, I helped you punish the demon who did not respect the contract, and I helped you win fame in the world of demons.

I have never treated you badly, I should give you a lot of souls.

Not even the harshest demon can accuse me of violating the contract of summoning. "

With a gentle tone, Bu Laike said to the little ghost with only half life left under his feet:

"But how did you repay me? You accused me of violating the contract for no reason, so you refused my call, refused to serve me, and violated our previous agreement.

You must have found a very valuable treasure from Sharazane's lair, but what I want is only 80%, can't you keep 20%?

I've been generous enough to you, Daglop.

But you let me down.

Such a shameful betrayal, if I didn't punish you, how would you face my fellow warlocks in the future if you let me be a warlock mentor? If they knew the story, they would think I was weak and deceitful.

My good name is over.

So, unfortunately, I have to give you an unforgettable punishment on the premise that you still have future words. "

Bo Laike gestured to his felguard.

With a grinning grin, Clinfran grabbed the betrayed kid, carried it like a chicken, and returned to the demon portal behind him. Demons cannot be killed in the material world.

The moment their bodies die, they will return to the Twisting Nether, but if they are killed in the Twisting Nether, the demon is really dead.

Apparently, the pirates had no intention of saving the life of this duplicitous brat.

"No! No, I am willing to give you all the treasures! Master, master spared me!"

The kid screamed like crazy.

How clever it is, it has already sensed the pirate's killing intent, so it yelled and threw something, shouting:

"I only found this one thing there, please, there is no other treasure at all, I can't give you 80%, please, I was just fascinated for a while.

I beg you.

Give me another chance, and I will dedicate all my loyalty! "

"Ok?"

The pirates hadn't intended to spare the kid.

But what it dropped on Bo Laike's desk did indeed attract the pirate's attention. Because during Bo Laike's scouting, the thing shone an exciting orange light.

He coughed, and the loyal demon guard stopped in his tracks. The pirate stretched out his hand and touched the pendant with a weird elf style and a strong demon style.

The character card immediately gives the entry:

Pridaz Savalik's masterpiece

Legendary Quality [Excellent Creation]

Superior Stamina. Superior Critical Strike. Superior Spell Swiftness

Item effects:

Gives the user a layer of magic shield effect every 30 seconds, which absorbs damage equal to 25% of the user's maximum health, and the effect lasts for 30 seconds.

Item description:

Pridaz Savarik, a brilliant highborne jeweler, suffered a terrible fate the day he devoted all his energy to crafting a perfect piece of jewelry for his esteemed empress.

But in fact there is nothing wrong with being a satyr, except that the mind is twisted into darkness and greed.

Savaryk, who had been "reborn" from the fel energy, suddenly realized that perhaps he was the most suitable master of his masterpiece, compared to the queen who could not save him.

It's a pity that the failure of the Burning Legion caused Savaryk to lose his masterpiece forever. It didn't know that its treasure had become an "artifact" that countless demons longed for in the Twisting Nether.

Perhaps, he should feel proud of it.

Listen, the original wearer of this jeweled amulet is humming a gloomy tune, wandering in the darkness deep in Felwood, and in the flow of notes, there are also painful wails from afar.

Notice:

The owner of this amulet is still alive in the world of Azeroth. When you use it, it will also attract the attention of satyrs who have lost their treasures.

They will desperately take it back for their leader.

"Well."

The pirate reached out to wipe off the devil's blood on the weird jewelry amulet, and handed it to Sefiel. The first mate dragon personally put this beautiful and evil jewelry amulet around his neck for his captain.

After this ceremonial process was over, Bo Laike knocked on the table and said:

"This treasure is enough to exchange your dog's life, get out! Don't appear in front of me or my servants in the future."

"No!"

The kid broke free from the demon guards, knelt down in front of the pirates with a plop, and shouted:

"I really know that I was wrong, master, I want to continue to dedicate my loyalty to you who is evil."

"Pooh."

The demon guard behind it spat a mouthful of scorching saliva rudely, and said to the pirate in a low voice:

"It was chased and killed by many demons just because it held the artifact. It was afraid. This coward dared to go back to distort the void, and he was hacked to death by the demons immediately!"

"No! I am really willing to dedicate my loyalty to you, please give me another chance."

The embarrassed Daglop said flatteringly:

"I have heard a terrible news for the evil master. This news is about the life and death of you and your world. Please believe me, master.

I 'voluntarily' returned here just to warn you. "

It looked at the disapproval on Bo Laike's face, then gritted its teeth and shouted:

"Archimonde is coming to Azeroth!"

"The polluters are determined to destroy this sad world, master, run away!"

(end of this chapter)