Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 497

A few days after the "assassination" of Marius the Calamity, the pirates stayed in the underground laboratory of Narsalas College, accepting the strengthening of the magic pattern from the mentors.

Until the completion of the three reinforcements in the first stage, ten additional binding magic patterns and three sets of spellcaster circuit magic patterns were added to his chest, and according to Laike's request, they were combined to form a compass shape.

Skeleton Hidden Sword on the back, sea compass on the chest, sharp claws on the shoulders, and shimmering light when the magic power rolls.

It made him look even hotter.

Well, if Bu Laike like this can't become a pirate king after losing his job, or is defeated by his old father at sea, he won't have nowhere to go.

Going to be a pole-dancing cowboy in the Red Jack's Tavern or something is sure to make empty-hearted rich ladies scream and pay big money for "love offerings" for him.

It can be regarded as leaving a "back road" for myself.

"You should go back to your fleet. Several of your subordinates have already returned. It is said that they have brought back new apprentices and are waiting for your summoning."

Dean Lanyue sent the pirate, who put on the Corruptor vest and covered all the magic patterns on his body, out of the large construction site of the college under construction.

Leaning on the staff of Aluneth, she said to her favorite disciple at the edge of the swamp:

"Go to the North Island to pack up. I have received an official invitation from the Dalaran Kirin Tor Council. In a week, we will go to Dalaran for an official magic visit.

As the Grand Master of the School of Warlocks, you and your companions will also join the visiting party. "

"Oh, this should have been arranged earlier."

Rubbing his chin, Bo Laike said:

"Just those few crooked melons and cracked dates, it will hurt your image if you take them out, and there is an orc inside. If you go to Dalaran like this, I'm afraid they will be beaten out with sticks."

"There should be no stupid racist prejudices in the realm of magic."

Dean Lanyue shook her head, and didn't take it as a trouble, she said calmly:

"Ten thousand years ago, Queen Azshara had troll witch doctors in her palace. If Dalaran refuses our visit because of the orcs, it proves that they are nothing more than that.

We are talking about magic and knowledge, and the skin is just a tool for carrying knowledge. "

"That's true, but I didn't see you, mentor, showing mercy to those troll pirates when you attacked Rogue Harbor"

Bu Laike said with strange eyes:

"And you yourself have said things like 'trolls should die' on more than one occasion."

"My advocacy of racial equality has nothing to do with my slaughter of trolls? I respect all knowledge, does it conflict with my dislike of troll civilization?"

Dean Lanyue's tone became dangerous, she said:

"Wisdom is the most important thing. It doesn't matter whether the skin that carries the wisdom exists or not."

"Yes, sir, you are right."

The pirate immediately corrected his statement, and saw that the disciple "corrected when he knew his mistake", which made Dean Lanyue very satisfied. She glanced at the Skull of Gul'dan hanging on Braike's chest and the grimoire on his waist, Then asked:

"As the great teacher of the Warlock School, don't you have your own magic book?"

"Uh, I've been trying to search for the magic tome left by Gul'dan. After all, I'm a great teacher, so I have to be decent, and I can't just use other magic tomes to fool me."

Bu Laike touched the grimoire on his waist and said:

"As for my own grimoire, although I have always wanted to write it, I feel that my current level of research on warlock magic is not enough for me to write a horrifying grimoire.

Since I am not sure, I will not write for the time being. "

"You have completed a powerful new magic with your own hands, and you already have the qualifications."

Dean Lanyue took out an elf-style book from his bosom, with a thick cover and a large magic book wrapped in fine black chains, and handed it to his disciple.

she says:

"No matter how good someone else's magic book is, it is someone else's.

Just like the several powers you use now, they are still advancing according to the original tradition. You also complained to me that you were lost on the path of the assassin.

It's time to break free from the old framework and find your own path.

Although you have your own ideas about your career plan, I still recommend that you start to summarize the power of shaping your own legend before you become a legend.

I am very optimistic about your future, maybe I should include you as a candidate for the next dean of Nathalas College.

Don't look at me that way, I'm healthy and I'll be around for a long time. But it is related to the inheritance of the college, and it has to be taken seriously. It is always good to prepare early. "

"I think you prepared too early."

The pirate blew a whistle to let the Hippogryph hovering above his head come down, and he said to Dean Lanyue:

"I went to Dalaran this time, met old Merri, and got the knowledge of Liches from him. After completing the job change, you will become immortal.

Dean, you can easily live until my great-great-great-great-grandson is born, attend his birth celebration, see him grow up, attend his wedding, witness his son's birth, his son's wedding.

Finally officiate at his funeral and read a few more poems or something.

And at that time, I had already become a pile of dry bones.

The story that belonged to me at that time has long been forgotten, the sea will return to calm, I will never come here, and everything will be shaped into something I don't know.

Only you will live in this world forever, recording all its changes. "

"With me here, no."

Dean Lanyue leaned on his staff and said softly:

"We will record your story, all stories, people will always hear these ancient legends, and in their word of mouth, these legends will also become new myths.

And you are destined to have a place in it. "

"If you say that, I can feel more at ease."

The pirate buckled the full-face helmet of the Corruptor's suit on his head, tied the blank grimoire presented by the dean around his waist, rode on the hippogryph, and took out the Ulthalesh scythe as his magic weapon. rod use.

And the dean didn't stay for long, a teleportation disappeared in place.

This disappointed the six-legged crocodile hiding in the mud looking for lunch. It will be hungry again today.

——

"Good morning, Captain."

"Ah, Captain, I haven't seen you for so long, and you have become a lot more powerful. Your domineering expression made me shiver. It seems that you have made more evil achievements on the dark road."

Bu Laike returned to the town of Losberg on the North Island and landed on the ruins of a watchtower on the coast. Immediately, he was greeted by Kanrethad and Xieyan, who hadn't seen him for more than a month.

The skinny boy was as gloomy as ever, and he was not very good at saying flattering words.

The evil-eyed orcs came back from work in the Burning Plains this time, and they talked a lot more neatly.

The giant magician did not participate in the flattery, he was introducing his two friends and their dark and evil deeds to his subordinate Dakuru.

On the further periphery of the ruins of the watchtower, there stood three guys and the Spark couple, who participated in today's meeting as apprentices and low-level warlocks.

"How are things going?"

Bu Laike got off his mount, coughed a few times, leaned on his sickle and staff, put on the arrogance and indifference that a great teacher of the sorcerer school should have, and asked a question in a drawn out voice.

Xieyan was the first to jump out to show credit.

The hunched one-eyed orc smiled and said to his captain:

"According to your request, evil and powerful captain, I have carefully selected thirty people in Blackrock Spire as my apprentices, and they are coming to the island on the goblin boat.

I have personally checked each of them, the talent for spellcasting, viciousness and cunning are all top-notch, and they can definitely become the best warlocks.

In addition, according to your instructions, I have already met with Red and reminded him about the black dragon, and brought back ten orc assassins from him, which can be added to your organization. "

"Yes, Not Bad."

Bu Laike nodded and asked:

"What about the connection between them and the Dark Iron Dwarves?"

"The first batch of orc shamans have been sent to Darkforge City as apprentices and are undergoing training."

Mentioning this matter, Xieyan said a little indignantly:

"As the price for these apprentices to accept the power of Ragnaros, that worthless Red gave the Dark Iron Emperor Thaurissan the precious Heart of Gul'dan as a gift.

But it doesn't matter.

I have found out where the warlock's treasure is stored, and I have placed a reward on Ravenholdt Manor. Maybe your colleagues can give me a surprise. "

"Forget it."

In this regard, the pirate said disdainfully:

"My colleagues are busy with Lothar-related matters recently, and they don't have time to work in Darkforge City.

Besides, if a group of guys who can't even touch the Tower of the Windrunner let them go to Thaurissan's palace to steal things, that would be death.

Instead of relying on them, you might as well rely on your own schemes.

You brought back that restless gnome? "

Bu Laike asked again.

He just discovered that there is a strange white-haired bald dwarf standing on the edge of the tower waiting to be summoned. The guy is still secretly relying on his "height advantage" to look at the figure of Anaris Yuejun who is standing beside him. upskirt.

And the girl from Yue County seemed to have drunk a little too much, she would be drunk, and she didn't notice the dwarf's evil gaze.

Uh, speaking of it, why did the Yuejun chick appear in a gathering place for a group of warlocks? Shouldn't she be applying to become a sorcerer's apprentice at Narsalas College these days?

"Yes, he is the 'talent' I discovered in the Black Iron Bar."

Xieyan rubbed his hands, and said to his captain as if recommending a good talent:

"This dwarf is 'self-taught'. He is as talented as the skinny boy. Without professional training, he can summon the demon guard himself, and he has not been hacked to death.

This talent and luck are already incredible.

His name is Wilfred Fitzban. It is said that he once studied in Dalaran, but he was kicked out because of some crimes. "

"Oh, that unlucky one."

When Bo Laike heard the name, he knew who the dwarf was. This guy will indeed make a "big event" as a warlock in the future, which can be said to be famous all over the world.

But the price is miserable.

"Teach him more, and focus on his carelessness."

The pirate gave an order, and Xieyan nodded suddenly.

Although I didn't quite understand what the captain meant, it was definitely right to nod at this time.

"What about you? Skinny boy, how did you bring me back a little girl younger than you?"

Bu Laike was dissatisfied and said to Kanrethad beside him:

"Do you really treat my place as a kindergarten? Let me warn you, the people you bring back, you train yourself. I'm not interested in teaching a crying yellow-haired girl."

"Captain, don't underestimate her. This girl is really ruthless. It's easy to kill a few orcs."

Leaning on his Jordan staff, the skinny boy said to his captain:

"I met her on a farm in Westfall, an orphan from Hillsbrad, whose parents were said to have died in an orc war.

She lived until the end of the war by herself, and followed the refugees to the Kingdom of Stormwind to help work on the Satin farm.

I went there for an outing with my sister, and when I heard her story, I wondered how a ten-year-old girl survived the orc ravages.

She pretended to be stupid for me at first, but when I asked her anxiously, she tried to kill me with a curse.

The skilled man didn't look like a novice at all. "

Kanresad shrugged, pointed to the lonely girl standing on the edge, and said to his captain:

"Fortunately, I was prepared and ordered the demon to beat her to the ground, and found a broken grimoire from her body. According to her, I found it on the corpse of a human traitor warlock killed by alliance soldiers.

She is also a 'self-taught person', and she is very good at disguising, relying on her young disguise all the way, she has escaped many interrogation by the Church of the Holy Light.

This girl is cruel and merciless.

Fortunately, I went there by coincidence, otherwise the old Sardin family would have died in her hands sooner or later. "

"This age, this background, this talent."

After listening to Kanrethad's description, Bu Laike stroked his chin, and suddenly spoke a few seconds later:

"Bijuka?"

"Ok?"

The withdrawn girl who was standing on the edge waiting to be summoned subconsciously raised her head.

The moment she saw the pirate, she shook her body, as if she felt the terrifying aura emanating from the pirate and was terrified.

"Captain, this is amazing, how do you know her name is Bijuka?"

Kanrethad asked suspiciously:

"Have you heard of her before?"

"Of course I've heard of it."

Bu Laike patted the skinny boy on the shoulder with a strange expression, and said in a low voice:

"I also know that the 'bad relationship' between you and her in the future is destined to last until one of you dies.

Ah, fate has been diverted like this, you two can still get together, this must be the malice of the will of the world. Take my advice, my silly child, and leave her for other tutors.

Cut off the fetters as soon as possible, otherwise you will die in her hands sooner or later. "

"Captain, what you said is too scary."

The skinny boy still didn't believe it, he said:

"No matter how powerful she is, she is still a low-level sorcerer in a wild way. In terms of spellcasting ability, she is far behind. I have a legendary jewelry in my hand, and I am her mentor. I don't believe that she can kill me."

"up to you."

The pirates have already persuaded what should be persuaded. The skinny boy doesn't believe in evil, and he can't help it.

He raised his head and shouted to the last guy:

"Anneris, you don't care about your group of useless elves, you don't go to magic classes, you don't prepare your own travel, what are you doing here with us warlocks?

Are you going to observe the evil rituals of us warlocks? "

"Uh"

The Yuejun chick who was named by Bu Laike showed a loveless expression. The female pirate covered her face and said in shame:

"I failed the entrance test to the Academy, Commander.

I can't be a mage anymore, woo woo woo, they said that the blood of our Yuejun family has degenerated too much, and we no longer have the talent to cast spells, woo woo.

I can only, woo woo, at their suggestion, woo woo, I came to be a warlock, woo woo. "

"asshole!"

Bu Laike scolded:

"You can become a warlock if you want? Do you really use my place as a trash can, and stuff all the waste into me? Go, go, be your pirate, I won't accept you as a warlock.

What a shame! "

"Woo, Commander, I'm ready, woo, 50,000 gold coins for tuition, woo, just accept me."

"Ah, there is a tuition fee, I forgot about it. Come on and pay the tuition fee. From now on, you will be an honorable member of our Warlock School.

Then go and call the group of trash under your command over, tidy up the tower, and start formal classes in the afternoon. "

(end of this chapter)