Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 533 86. Spirit Control. The Fisherman's Dream

Nanhai Town is very lively these days.

Residents who have no work at hand seem to have fallen in love with fishing all of a sudden. As long as they are free, they will drag their families to the pier of the town and throw a few poles.

Of course, fishing is fake, but watching the fun is real.

Two young people, Nat Pagle and Joe Hal, who left the town half a year ago and went out to make a living, came back a few days ago. Not only did they return to their hometown safely, but they also brought back quite strange things.

For a while, it became a new gossip "hot spot" for urban residents.

"That elf sister is so dark."

On the pier in the afternoon, a little boy with a fishing cap on his father's shoulders waved his finger and yelled in a childlike manner, which attracted the laughter of several guys who were fishing around.

"It's impolite to talk like this, don't say it in front of others!"

The little boy's father was a little embarrassed, put him on the ground and reprimanded him, but he couldn't help but turned his head and looked at the long bridge next to the pier.

Howl and his elf wife were sitting side by side fishing. The two were sweet and exchanged words in words that the townspeople could not understand from time to time.

Next to him were a few cute barefoot children of the Nightborn, carrying small buckets, busy helping Hal Uncle to fill the fish.

"That elf is really dark."

The group of anglers who were "onlookers" in the central part of the pier were also communicating in private, especially a group of young people who were about the same size as Hal, and they couldn't stop talking about this elf.

"I was drinking with Nat at the bar yesterday, and I heard Nat talking nonsense. This elf is not a white elf from the north, but a black elf living on a large island in the sea.

It is said that they have a kingdom on the island, with a beautiful and magnificent city, and Nat boasted that he had fished in that city, and that there were millions of black elves in that city. "

A young man with a mustache grabbed a fishing rod and said eloquently to the "fishing friends" beside him:

"Nat also said that the fleet he is currently working for will go back in a few days, and I plan to go with him. Although my fishing skills are not as good as Hal and Nat, I am much stronger than them, and I will definitely be able to serve in the fleet. Find a job here."

"Huh? You inquired so much, just to do hard work on the fleet?"

Someone next to him teased:

"I'm afraid I also want to find a black-skinned elf to come back as a wife? This elf is not good-looking. It's really not as beautiful as the white elf in the north."

"You youngsters know shit."

The old man who brought his son to "fish" threw out his hook, disapprovingly imparting "life experience" to these restless young people.

With an ambiguous smile that men can understand, he glanced aside again, and commented in a low voice:

"The Quel'dorei elves in the north are white and beautiful, but they are too thin and have little flesh on their bodies. Although black elves like Hal's wife look ordinary at first glance, they are much stronger than white elves. up.

Look at that breast, look at that leg, Hal's waist must have been pinched off by her. And don't you think the lines on Madame de Villeneuve's face look pretty even when you look closely?

You children, you only look at faces, but real men know it. Ahem, don’t listen, children, go and play while picking up crabs. "

The big brother spoke vigorously, and the eyes of the young people next to him were shining, and they "listened" humbly and earnestly, intending to learn some life experience.

But when the elder brother turned his head, he found that his youngest son was also listening with a blank expression.

Immediately he took down the pipe from his mouth, waved his hand as if to hit him, and drove away the little bastard who had never learned well since childhood.

The little boy was not angry either, thinking that he would sue his mother when he got home, saying that his father was spying on Hal Uncle's elf wife again.

Speaking of which, in the past few days since Hal Uncle came back, the number of quarrels among the Uncle Aunts in the town seems to have increased.

Yesterday, John Uncle, next door to their house, had a fight with his wife. As a result, his wife took the child back to her mother's house. I really don't understand the complicated world of adults.

But Hal Uncle's elf wife is really tall. Standing up a head taller than Hal Uncle, I wish I could be this tall in the future.

The little boy's desire is so pure.

His happiness is also very simple.

It is always easier for children to make friends. Within a few minutes, the little boy who was carrying a small bucket to catch crabs made friends with several night children.

Barefoot, they went to the beach to pick up shells and play with small buckets.

Soldiers have been patrolling the area recently. A group of murlocs who robbed houses on the coast were driven away by murloc pirates a few days ago. The coast is very safe and the children are having fun.

However, Hal and Villene, who were "surrounded by the crowd", were a little embarrassed.

No matter what the husband and wife are doing these days, they are surrounded by a group of people.

Hal was very proud at first, but then he felt annoyed. This is normal, no one can stand being talked about by a group of men all day long about his wife.

"Shall we leave this afternoon?"

Hal, who went to the Broken Isles with the fleet and made a turn in Northrend, is much more mature than before. At the suggestion of his wife, he grew a beard.

This will swing out the fishing rod and say to Verenne who is also fishing next to her:

"Go back to Tol Barad in a murloc ship.

Narsalas College is recruiting students recently, and little Connie should be ready to give it a try. I think our daughter will definitely become a very powerful mage. "

"She is too young, let's wait a few more years."

Verenne gently helped Hal straighten his hair. She looked around and whispered:

"And I think you should care about Nat. His recent situation is not optimistic. I have never seen anyone with a skill fall so quickly.

He had gone from a great angler to a sleazy drunk.

It's been a long time since he went fishing with you, has he? "

"Nat. His situation is more complicated."

When mentioning his good friend, Hal also looked sad. He took his wife's slender waist and said in a low voice:

"Nat told me to stay away from him, he told me to stay away from him, and he was drunk and said something was watching him, and he would bring bad luck to everyone.

This is not something you and I can work out.

But there are a few troll witch doctors on the island, and the tortoises also have doctors. If it is impossible, send him to the mages on the South Island, and they will always find a way to treat him. "

"Perhaps we can look for the captain."

Verene thought for a while, switched to Salas, and said to Hal:

"The omnipotent captain must have a way."

"Nat won't let me go to Captain Boo Laike."

Hal also changed into Salas with a human accent, and said with a headache:

"He said there was something terrible about the captain, and I was not allowed to get close to him. You know, Nat has magical abilities, and the tortoises all called him 'prophet' in awe.

He grew up with him, and I know how strange Nat's abilities are, and if he says that, it means he really sees something that we don't.

Speaking of which, Verene, I plan not to sail with the fleet in the future.

Stay in Tol Barad to get rid of the logistics. Without telling you, I bought a house in the town of Losberg, and we will live there from now on. "

"You are the head of the family, I listen to you."

Verenne smiled softly, kissed Hal on the forehead, and said:

"The first half of my life was bad enough, and now I want to live a peaceful life. And Nathras College is in Tol Barad, so it will be convenient for our children to study in the future."

"child?"

Hal blinked his eyes and looked at Verenne's flat stomach. He was ecstatic for a moment, but was thrown cold water the next moment.

"Don't think too much, not yet."

"No way? I've been working so hard lately, and I've been busy until midnight every night. How could it be?"

"Stupid! Don't say such things outside!"

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"How did you get yourself like this?"

While Hal and his wife were talking about things that were not suitable for children, in Nat Pagle's ancestral house in Southshore Town, Braike, who had heard the news, was frowning and looking at the drunk Nat Pagle. Pug.

His "fishing god" will no longer see the fun and sunshine of the past. He is lying on the bed with a bottle of wine in his arms, with a haggard face, disheveled hair, and dull eyes.

Surrounded by empty wine bottles and vomit-stained laundry.

Beside the pirate, the industrious little maid Taresa was clumsily directing the magic broom to sweep the ground, while she rolled up her sleeves, folded Nat's clothes, and planned to wash them in the yard.

Bo Laike stared at Nat, who didn't seem to see him at all.

His mouth moved slightly as if he was talking, but he didn't make any sound. His posture was very similar to that of an alcoholic or a mentally ill patient.

"say!"

The pirate yelled, but Nat didn't respond, and Bo Laike stepped forward and slapped Nat twice, which woke Nat up. The latter glanced at the pirate as if seeing something terrifying.

He let out a roar, retreated to the corner of the bed in panic, hugged his body tightly, closed his eyes tightly, wishing to bury his head in his chest.

"Well, it's really strange that he 'saw' me."

With a small exclamation, Xal'atath whispered in Bu Laike's ear:

"You 'fisher god' seems to be 'awakened', probably due to the influence of that Ye Ming pearl, he can now see the shadow of the void and hear the call of the abyss.

It's a pity that he is just a lucky or unlucky mortal, and his rational thinking cannot accept knowledge beyond imagination.

He wants to understand what he sees and hears, but it pushes the limit of his intellect, his mind cannot convert what he sees into something he can understand.

He already has signs of going crazy, and he wants to get rid of the fear of alcohol paralysis, tsk tsk, the transformation path of a typical believer of the ancient gods, at most three months, his body will be distorted by looking directly at the void.

If you don't intervene, he will eventually end up as a K'thir. "

"I'm not here."

The pirate sighed, snatched the wine from Nat's hand, twisted off the cap and took a sip. He looked at the miserable Fisherman and said:

"Is there anything I can do to help him?"

"Yes, a lot. But the results of my help basically ended with him transforming into a void form."

Xalatas said a cold joke, and then replied solemnly:

"He became like this because he came into contact with N'Zoth's creation, so the way to save him has to be found in N'Zoth's system. Maybe you can let him join the Church of Storms, there must be a way to heal the erosion of the void .

And with his current super 'spiritual vision', he will definitely be able to thrive in that system, and maybe he will become an excellent tide sage in the future. "

"So troublesome? Can't you 'physically exorcise demons'?"

Bu Laike rubbed his head and said:

"Use the silver hand, the holy object stored in the Holy Light Church, to give him a little bit, okay?"

"Theoretically yes."

Xalatas snorted and said in a contemptuous tone:

"But you have to consider the actual situation. Nat Pagle is just an ordinary person, so when the high-purity holy light hits him, the void will indeed be purified, and he will also be melted.

Of course, this is also a relief.

In addition, don't even think about using your weird divine power extraction ritual, his soul will be drawn out by you along with the erosion of the void. "

"Ah, trouble, it seems that my Fisherman should go to Kul Tiras."

Bu Laike touched his chin, blinked and said:

"Since the problem is caused by Youguang Ye Mingzhu, can I help him complete the trial of Ye Mingzhu?"

"no."

Xalatas explained:

"That thing can only be done by Nat himself, and he must first acquire the basic knowledge that he will not go crazy when he touches the void, so that he can complete what you call the 'Trial of the Fisherman'.

It is so troublesome for ordinary people once they come into contact with the void.

They are too fragile, you can't help him even if you try. Although they are mutual enemies, I also have to admit that it is indeed necessary for the Church of the Holy Light to choose to block the existence of the Void from the ignorant masses. "

"Would it take him sober for a while? I need to talk to him."

Bu Laike said something.

"It's simple, just be scared."

Xal'atath made a nasal sound.

In the next moment, as if threatening those cowards, she yelled at herself and detonated in Nat's mind, causing Fishing God to scream with his head in his arms, and vomited some disgusting stuff.

After a few seconds, Nat's eyes became clear.

He raised his head and looked at Bo Laike, who rushed over with disheveled hair, hugging the pirate's waist and crying loudly.

The crying was full of grievance and fear.

Alas, it is really difficult for this ordinary person.

But how?

When Nat got the Glowing Ye Ming Pearl before, the pirates had warned him that this "trial" was opened by his own choice, so no one else was to blame.

"Captain, run!"

Bo Laike was about to comfort Nat, but unexpectedly Nat raised his head, and hoarsely hoarsely warned him:

"One of the seven nightmares I had last night was about you.

The little Reaper with the eagle's eyes has spotted you, and his shadow is cast in the burning flames, and he will throw the sword of destruction on you.

There is also a swarm of flaming green vines rushing toward you, marching howling to hang you in the thorn forest.

Right in the Hillsbrad Downs!

Right here, two traps have been set against you and they have found you, run!

run. "

(end of this chapter)