Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 591 144. The First Violet Prison Talent Exchange Conference

The aura of the pirates when they appeared on the stage suppressed the ongoing chaos in the Violet Prison. There was a dead silence in the huge double-decker prison, but soon there was a voice of joy.

"captain!"

Seeing the appearance of Braike, Zarak, the giant magician who has been imprisoned here for many days, suddenly let out a joyful and loyal cry. Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, this worthless guy rushed forward a few steps, a cool slide Kneeling, and smoothly stopped in front of Bu Laike.

This guy actually started to cry, calling out with snot and tears:

"I miss you so much, woo woo woo, I've always been worried that you would be targeted by evil people outside, without the escort of a loyal subordinate like me, what would you do if you were injured?"

"Get up! If you are ashamed again, you will be hung up on the mast."

Bu Laike said something in a cold voice with a wooden face.

Zarak, who was crying bitterly, changed his serious expression in an instant, and jumped up like the most loyal guard, standing beside the captain with his head held high.

Well, the majesty might be a little more real if you ignore the funny bruises on his face.

"captain!"

A few more calls, but not as exaggerated as Zalak.

The warlocks who had been caught earlier ran out of the crowd and gathered around Laike. The skinny Kanrethad was also excited, but he was much better than the skinny and shameless Zalak.

And several of Bu Laike's disciples also performed well, except Anaris Yuejun.

The Son of the Night was carried over by Dakuru and the little girl Bijuka.

The mages in Dalaran didn't know how to alleviate and treat the magic addiction, and there was no magic wine for sale here. After being locked up in prison for so many days, the girl from Moon County almost turned into a withered one.

This body is as thin as skin and bones, with arms trembling, how can there be a trace of grace that the eldest daughter of the Yue County family should have?

"It's so pitiful."

Bu Laike made a perfunctory comment, then took out a bottle of magic wine and handed it to the sly-eyed dwarf warlock Wilfred, who hurriedly unscrewed the cap and gave it to the unconscious Anaris.

Looking at the tense looks of the guys around, it seems that the law of "three irons in life" is also valid in the wizarding world. After being imprisoned together in Violet Prison for several days, these guys also established friendship.

Of course, the warlock version of "friendship."

"Go, get all your equipment back, it's a bit messy outside, and I need you to do things later."

Bu Laike threw the key he got just now to Zarak next to him, and pointed to the small compartment on the outside of the prison, where the prisoners' belongings were stored.

These guys who were sent in because of fighting and fighting had all their equipment taken away when they entered the prison.

However, because the warlocks are all members of the mission of the Narsalas Academy, the battle mages of Dalaran kept their equipment well and did not "draw water" from it.

But there are other people in prison besides Laike's incompetent subordinates.

While Zalak ran to get the equipment with his follower Bandakuru, the magic eye on Bu Laike's shoulder also looked at the chaotic scene in the prison hall in front of him.

Most of the little mages who had been imprisoned for fighting had already broken out of their cages. They gathered together and watched Bo Laike vigilantly.

And through the broken gate, they can also see the scene outside the prison.

The cloud of fel energy that filled the sky that day, as well as the roaring demons of various colors, the gunpowder smoke and the pungent sulfur smell in the air, all announced a fact to these little mages who "lived like years".

That is, the city of magic has been attacked, and it is the most terrible kind of attack.

"Don't look at it, take your own things and leave quickly. It's okay to take refuge in the enchantment of Narsalas Academy, to rush out bravely to fight the devil to the death, or to hide yourself in the sewer. it is good.

Those are the choices you will face next.

I have done my best to let you out. "

The pirate snapped his fingers and said to the little mages who were hostile to him:

"No one will stop you, and I didn't come here today to find you, don't worry that I will avenge my incompetent and useless subordinates.

In fact, I appreciate the way you mages of Dalaran 'solve' conflicts.

If I have a chance in the future, I will hold some kind of event like the "Mage Boxing Championship" in the Dalaran sewers, but that will be for the future.

I'm looking for them now. "

Bu Laike pointed his finger at the other end of the hall. Compared to the unity of the young mages and the cunning of the Narsalas warlocks, the composition of the last batch of prisoners was very mixed, and there was a feeling of mixed good and bad.

These guys are the real "masters" of Violet Prison, the bastards and scum who were imprisoned in the magic prison for various reasons.

Among them are human mages who study black magic, vicious murderers and robbers, cultists who believe in some strange powers, and thieves who steal in Dalaran.

There are also orc warlocks captured in the orc wars and important prisoners of war, and there is a big fat ogre.

These are all good, these guys at least have a personal appearance.

The worst ones are some guys who are hard to describe their appearance with specific words, such as a torrent water elemental who stays in a magic cage and wears ice blade armor.

For example, a huge void walker summoned by someone from the twisting void, or a shadow element.

That guy got out of the cage, but he didn't go anywhere else. He just stayed in front of his cage, muttering something that no one could understand in a strange language.

In addition to these two elemental creatures, Bo Laike also "saw" a well-fed lava dog lying beside his "nest".

Beneath its two terrifying heads, there remained the legs and hands of several hapless mortals.

The legendary beast that exists in the fire element gathering place or the fire source realm is probably one of the most dangerous guys in this prison.

After all, in the upper cage, the pirates could still see a team of fallen arakkoa, and in front of them was a big red beholder who had just been cut to death.

Good guy.

These fallen arakkoa are Dellano's original creatures. Who summoned them to Azeroth? Could it be the slave who crossed the Dark Portal with the old tribe?

To be able to kill rare demons like the Big Eyed Demon, these arakkoa are capable of fighting.

Finally, a.

"boom"

A muffled sound sounded behind the pirate, and Laike withdrew his shadow-wrapped fingers, and said to the "bandaged man" behind him who tried to steal his things, but was "knocked" out of the shadow by the shadow impact:

"Stay there honestly, you dirty hands and feet, I will talk to you after I finish my business."

He speaks the language of the ethereals.

It was an eerie sound almost impossible to make with human vocal cords, a sharp trill that made one wonder if Bo Laike would bite off his own tongue while speaking.

And this weird "hometown dialect" made the bandaged Void Spirit, who was trying to escape, tremble for a while, and he got up obediently and hid aside.

"I'm looking for you, real scumbags."

Bo Laike let out a long breath and said:

"I'm going to do something big in Dalaran, and I need some 'talented' people to serve me, but I'm picky, I just want the best of you. Uh? Why are there two lowly gnomes locked up in the this?"

"Humble?"

The pirate's obscenity immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the two dwarves hiding behind a group of prisoners.

The two dwarves, a man and a woman, were still fighting each other with a wrench just now, and now they stood on the same front strangely. The dwarf with a white beard and a blue robe shouted loudly and waved a wrench:

"I don't know who you are, man, but no one dares to say that the great Millhouse Manastorm is a 'lowly' dwarf! I mean, you at least give me face in front of my crazy wife "

"boom"

Before he could finish his complaint, he was hit hard with a wrench in the head.

The female dwarf next to him, wearing a cool engineering suit, wearing black mechanical goggles, and with rather weird "candied haws" hair, yelled in an extremely sharp and violent voice:

"Who do you think is crazy? You bastard! You actually reported me to the Council of Six, you actually secretly reported your wife, and sent your wife, that is, me, to this prison!

I want to kill you! "

"Who sneaked around?"

The dwarf high-ranking mage named Millhouse corrected him with a beard and a stare:

"I reported it openly, you crazy woman! Besides, didn't I take the initiative to come to the prison to accompany you? You should calm down, right?"

"You didn't come to accompany me at all, you lying dog."

The dwarf mage's wife drew a small dwarf pistol from her waist, waved the pistol and shouted:

"You were robbed by the black knights when you were escaping. You were afraid that they would seek revenge and kill you, so you hid in the safest place in Dalaran. You can't lie to me!

Only one of us can leave this prison alive today! That can't be you, Millhouse! I hope you bought insurance for yourself before you go to prison, and the beneficiary must write my name. "

"Don't even think about it, you madman!"

The two dwarfs waved their wrenches noisily and fought together again, looking at the faces of a group of people around them with blank faces.

"Oh, what a beautiful love, I smell a nasty sour stink."

The pirate curled his lips.

He casually pulled out his double-barreled shotgun from the belt on the back of the robe, and fired at the prisoner without looking at it. A human robber who wanted to sneak up on the pirate was caught by a sneaky bone fragment and threw a knife. One shot shattered the head.

The blood flew horizontally, and all the people around were covered with blood-red stains.

The headless corpse hit the ground with a bang, which stopped the noisy dwarf couple from pecking at each other.

The female dwarf took a step back in fear, while Millhouse Manastorm, who kept calling out for the mad woman, took a step forward and missed the mad wife in front of her.

He was also very scared, but he tried hard to hold the wrench in his hand.

A man can't back down at this time, let alone let this guy who looks like a real madman hurt his wife.

Although Millificent Manastorm's emotional problems are getting worse, although she throws mechanical squirrels on her bed, although she always prevents herself from having fun, although she always tries in her study Crafts dangerously engineered dynamite and has blown up his own house eight times.

But, she is a good woman!

"Look, that's how family issues should be resolved. Noisy will only deepen your conflicts. You should walk into each other's hearts. If words and companionship can't walk into your hearts, you might as well use a bullet with your name on it." This big caliber shotgun went into his heart, and believe me, it will make him remember you long after he's dead."

The pirate blew the smoke from his muzzle.

He said softly:

"Let's continue the topic just now, I only want the most powerful scum to join my fleet, but I am a very enlightened person, I will give you the right to choose.

Either join me honestly, or I throw you out to feed the devil.

Now there is little in Dalaran, but there are plenty of hungry demons. Now, I roughly counted, there are 127 serious criminals who escaped here, not counting the one who was killed just now, there are 126 more.

You say it's a coincidence, my ship is short of 63 sailors, so..."

The pirate shrugged and snapped his fingers.

Those ferocious hellhounds cruising around the periphery of Violet Prison were summoned by the superior demons, rushed into the prison in groups, and surrounded the scum and criminals under the orders of the pirates.

These guys roared, and the corrosive saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths, and fell to the ground with a horrible hissing sound.

Bo Laike leaned on his scythe, and the shadowy wings of the dreadlord flashed twice behind him.

He said softly:

"You 'discuss' who will go and who will stay. My time is precious, so you have ten minutes to complete the 'communication' and make a decision.

Zarak, Kanrethad! "

"arrive."

The troll and the skinny boy, who had put on their gear again, stood behind Bo Laike on the left and right, and the pirate said without looking back:

"The two of you supervise them. If they don't understand the 'rules', explain it to them. Be patient and make a good impression on our new crew.

Plus, you guys have been here for so long.

Is there any 'talent' in this prison that you can recommend to me? "

"Yes, Captain, I have been helping you find a good thug."

The troll Zarak jumped out first, pointed to the stairs of the second-floor prison, rubbed his hands, and said proudly:

"I know that there is a guy locked up there who is very good at beating. On the day we were locked in, I saw him crush two crazy wild boars to death with his bare hands.

That guy is very brave, and very silent, it looks like he belongs to that kind of hidden master.

You are definitely interested!

And I have specifically inquired, he is still your 'old acquaintance'. "

(end of this chapter)