Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 528 81. The old cow still wants to eat tender grass? Bah, shameless [910]

"This 'letter' was sent from Dunholde Castle about three days ago. It was brought to Southsea Town by a fellow Ravenholdt who was ordered to lurk in that castle.

Because the messenger was looking for the 'orc killer' by name, it caught Jack's attention. "

In the hills of Hillsbrad under the night, the hippogryph sky is gliding lightly.

Bo Laike, who was behind it, was holding the reins. Since he was wearing a battle helmet, his expression could not be seen, but judging from the chill emanating from him, he was not in a good mood at the moment.

Beside him, Moros, who was riding a rented griffin, was introducing the ins and outs of the distress letter to his master.

The whole story is not complicated, but Bu Laike frowned after listening.

The pirate asked:

"Jack is supposed to be working in the Kingdom of Alterac. I don't remember that I gave him instructions. How did he notice this letter?"

"It's your Fisherman and his friend Hal."

Moros answered rigorously:

"The two of them returned to Nanhai Town a few days ago and ran into our colleague again. That's why they were able to send this letter that should have been shelved into our intelligence system."

"That's weird."

Bu Laike was still a little puzzled, and he continued to ask:

"Nat and Hal are just logistics personnel in the fleet. They didn't join the Uncrowned, and they didn't even receive assassin training. What's the matter, um, don't tell me that Nat dreamed about it?"

"But it's just so bizarre."

The Undead Steward laughed and said:

"It was indeed Mr. Nat's nap in the afternoon that saved this call for help that should have been shelved. Jack sent someone to confirm it. Nat said that he often had some strange dreams recently.

It is said that it was due to the strange reaction after catching the Pearl of the Underlight Ye in the waters of the Broken Isles. "

"Something has noticed your 'chief fisherman'."

Xal'atath reminded Bu Laike:

"That magical mortal came into contact with the thing of the abyss, and this dreamy symptom was only the beginning, and he would soon be driven mad by visions that could not distinguish between reality and reality.

If you care about his life, act quickly. "

"Ok."

The pirate nodded.

But now was not the time to dwell on Nat Pagle's dreams. He glanced at the letter in the Hippogryph's backpack and recalled the war years.

He was still very weak at the time, and had just achieved a little bit of insignificant achievement. After being chased by Seifel, he had nowhere to go, and went on an "adventure" in Durnholde Castle.

Without the cooperation of little Taresa, Laike would have died under the claws of the bronze dragon that time.

He made a promise to Taresa at the time, saying that he owed her a favor, but to be honest, the promise left to Taresa was more because of Thrall.

At that time, Laike was still a fledgling guy, and his understanding of the world was far less profound than it is now.

But now that time has passed, the pirates who are no longer what they used to be are not particularly concerned about Thrall's fate. He already has the power to protect himself, and no longer needs to rely on the foresight of the "prophet" to struggle for survival.

The fate of Lothar, Orgrim, and Varian all changed because of him. After the complete change of the world line, Thrall, a minor orc, is not so important.

But the favors owed must be repaid!

"This letter was sent three days ago, and I was a little worried that something irreparable had happened in my past, which would mean that I failed a little girl who had high expectations for me.

She's the same age as baby Gianna"

The pirate under the night patted the Hippogryph on the neck, making it fly faster. Looking at the looming Dunholde Castle in the distance under the moonlight, he said to Moros next to him in a low tone:

"She must be very scared, so she pinned all her hopes on a 'orc killer' who disappeared more than half a year ago, she must have nowhere to go.

My steward, the thought of the possibility that I might be unmerited, and that I might never owe a favor, made me sick all over.

You don't have to come with me.

Go back to Dalaran.

Go to the Violet Prison Garrison in the name of the master of the sorcerer school of Narsalas College, bail out my useless subordinate Xieyan, and take him to the vicinity of Durnholde Castle.

I have one thing for him to do. "

"Okay, master."

Moros accepted the task calmly with the attitude that a butler should have. Before leaving, he whispered:

"Lothar has arrived in the city of magic, and the eyes of the entire northern border are focused on this area. At this time, it is not in your plan and interest to make some bad things, my master."

"I know. So this is just a backup plan, not necessarily useful."

Bu Laike replied in a relaxed tone:

"I'm an 'old friend' with General Brad Laike Moore, he was still trying to recruit me, so I'll talk to him as an old friend.

If the talks are good, Xieyan doesn't have to travel around.

But if he's not so knowledgeable, then... I won't bother with him, after all, he and I are both people of status now, right? We always have to be decent. "

"Ok."

Moros nodded, and he asked again:

"Do you need to call Aruin's 'Twilight Raven' team over?"

"There's no need for them."

The pirate waved his hand and said:

"They haven't left the army yet, a group of reserve 'uncrowned' can't do great things."

The housekeeper said no more.

He obviously had great confidence in his master's strength.

Pulling the reins of the griffin, he flew back to Dalaran, leaving only Laike to continue heading towards Dunholde Castle in the dark.

Behind the shadow cast by the hippogryph in the moonlight, Great Wolf Frostclaw was running madly across the ground.

It was full of vigor and kept shuttling through the dark night, even able to keep up with the rapid flight of the Hippogryph. The big wolf would be in high spirits, knowing that he would fulfill the last mission entrusted to him by his old master.

The little orc named Thrall is on the land in front of him.

It must fulfill its "mission".

Only in this way can it fulfill its final allegiance to Orgrim Doomhammer. Then, it can wholeheartedly serve the smelly pirate Bu Laike Shaw.

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"Put on this dress!"

In Durnholde Castle, near midnight, a human assassin dressed in black viciously threw a set of clothes in his hand on the table in front of Taresa Foxton.

That's a set. Well, how to describe it?

A set of maid outfits that don't fit the category of normal maid outfits. It has beautiful lace trims, but some weird hollow patterns are cut out in places that shouldn't be exposed. In the eyes of some conservative people, it can definitely be called "dirty" .

And the XP of a person who can take out this kind of clothes is probably not very normal.

Eleven-year-old Taresa Foxton glanced at the clothes in front of her, blushed immediately, hugged her flat chest tightly with both hands, and shrank in the corner of the room.

It is said that girls mature early.

Compared with half a year ago, Taresa has grown a lot taller now, even a little taller than Jaina at the same age.

This is probably due to the fact that she is the personal servant of General Braike Moore and shoulders "important tasks", so she eats better than other servants.

But after all, he was only eleven years old, and there was still an unconcealable youthfulness on that face.

Normal men would not have any extraordinary thoughts about girls of this age, but unfortunately in a real world, there will always be some abnormal scum.

"The master will come tomorrow, you'd better behave yourself."

The black-clothed assassin with a face covering on his hips said indifferently to the little girl in front of him:

"Your master has given you as a 'gift' to the master.

I think Your Excellency the General should have told you about your 'task'. In the current situation of cooperation between the two parties, your "performance" will determine the prospects of cooperation between the master and Your Excellency the General.

People in this castle say you are very clever, so I don't think I need to say much to you.

To be honest, it is your good fortune to be recognized by the master, little girl. "

The old-fashioned assassin laughed a few times in a wretched manner, touched his chin and said:

"When the master accomplishes great things, you will also be able to enjoy some blessings and live a luxurious life that ordinary people like you can't even dream of. This is compared to being rewarded by your master to a certain leader when you grow up. Much luckier."

"I don't want this kind of 'luck'."

Taresa, who was huddled in the corner, said something in a low voice, and the black-clothed assassin just sneered a few times, without answering, turned and walked out of the room, closing the door with a bang.

The room was quiet, but Taresa was still flustered.

She glanced at the weird clothes in front of her eyes, blushed again, threw it on the ground as if throwing away something dirty, and stepped on it, fully expressing her reluctance.

Although as a personal servant of General Braike Moore, she saw this kind of thing a lot in the castle, especially every time the general entertained local nobles and nobles.

She is also psychologically prepared that when she grows up, she will encounter the same "fate" as those slightly attractive maids, but at least that is after she grows up.

She is only eleven years old now!

Pooh.

That gloomy old guy who came to visit His Excellency the General not long ago is really disgusting. He is old enough to be his grandfather, but... he actually has such an obscene habit.

Worst of all, he called on names to serve him himself.

so disgusting.

After Taresa complained fiercely in her heart, despair emerged again.

General Bu Laike Moore used to be good to himself, but that was more because of Thrall's relationship.

She is very smart, and she knows to quietly use this advantage to make her life a little better.

But this time there was no escape.

Your Excellency the General obviously had some ulterior secret deals with the old man who was called "Master" by others. When the old man made obscene requests, the General agreed without hesitation.

It seems that in his mind, this planning is more important than his secret cultivation of Thrall.

Alas, I have been locked up here for several days, and I don't know how Sal is doing these days.

In such wild thoughts, the frightened little girl still couldn't resist the sleepiness in the middle of the night. She hugged her body and curled up in the corner of the wall, falling into a deep sleep with her head down.

She didn't know how long she had been asleep, but she shivered and suddenly opened her eyes.

Then I saw a person wearing a dark green cloak standing in front of my eyes, pinching the "maid's outfit" that she threw on the ground with two fingers of her left hand.

It seems to be appreciating this unique "trend".

"Are you awake?"

A familiar voice with a smile sounded in this small room.

Taresa heard the voice, she stood up with a face full of surprise, but saw the eyeballs floating on the shoulders of Mr. "Orc Killer" in front of her.

The green eyeballs flipped flexibly in the air, staring at her while the pupils were zooming. This evil magic thing made Taresa feel a chill from head to toe, and was so frightened that she stood still and did not dare to make any movements.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for half a year. The little girl has grown up all of a sudden. No wonder she was targeted by the stroller driver."

The pirate turned around and looked Taresa up and down.

He took out a sewing kit from his luggage, threw it to her with the "maid's outfit" in his hand, and said:

"Can you do needlework?"

"Well, I learned from Aunt Knull."

Taresa hugged the clothes and looked at Bo Laike. She didn't know what Mr. Orc Killer meant, but when she saw her former "partner" appear, she was suddenly surrounded by a sense of security.

It turns out Mr. Orc Killer wasn't joking!

When I need help, he will really show up!

It's almost the same as the magical magic story.

"This dress is made of exquisite materials, but it is made of high-quality tidal silk, and the lace trim is the master craftsmanship of Stratholme. Such a 'sensual dress' costs at least two hundred gold coins.

It's such a pity to lose it like this. "

The pirate put on an air of frugality, and he said to the bewildered Taresa:

"There is still some time before Li Tianliang, you can repair it yourself and make it into the standard maid outfit you imagined. My captain's cabin just needs a cleaner, and my first officer has been complaining about it for a long time .

That big slob can't even tidy up his own room, let alone tidy up mine. "

While speaking, Bu Laike pulled out the long sword of the warp cutter at his waist, and tapped Taresa's left and right shoulders twice like a knight conferring an honor, saying:

"I'm calling you the 'Chief Cleaning Maid of Nagfar's Deck and Captain's Room'. What are you doing in a daze? Get to work quickly, and then change into work clothes.

We're going to meet my old friend Boo Laike Moore.

I heard that he became a general, and now that he is well-off, he has to "hug his thigh". "

"can not go!"

Taresa shook her head frantically and said:

"The general has regarded me as a gift. He is no longer the benevolent and righteous major in the past. He won't care about my life or death."

"Oh, poor girl."

Bu Laike reached out and tapped Taresa on the head, saying:

"B Laike Moore has never been the 'benevolent and just man' you imagined, but he was willing to pretend before, and now he is too lazy to pretend.

But he can give you as a gift to others, and he can naturally give you to me.

After all, the nasty old guy is a master assassin, and so am I.

He can't favor one another, can he? "

(end of this chapter)