Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 662 215. Give me an accurate word, whether it will work or not, I will come by myself

"Wow, wow"

In the middle of the night, the tide beat against the gloomy coast. Tonight, the sky was moonless, overcast, with no stars at all. Lin Yuan, who had just suffered a catastrophe, looked very gloomy when he looked at it.

Small nocturnal crabs crawled about on the shore.

Gathering together, they forage in the moist sand, enjoying the simple, pure animal joy. But soon, a strange vibration came from the sea under the night, and the startled little crabs ran around.

Amidst the surging tide, the black ghost ship floated up from under the sea. This time, the float was much more graceful than before, probably because the ship spirit of the Nagfar was gestating her own consciousness, and she also learned to The importance of manners.

Like a lady of the sea.

Drain the seawater and suspend it on the sea surface, and the dragon skulls decorated around the ship flow out the seawater, and by the way, some unlucky fish and shrimps stuck on the deck are also thrown back into the sea.

Yawning, Bo Laike stood by the carved railing on the second floor of the poop, looking at the coast in front of him. Under the gloomy sky, he could vaguely see the light shining on the small pier on the coast.

Like a ghost lamp in the night.

"Lean over!"

Bu Laike patted the railing and ordered:

"Take our honorable dean and mentors home. I'm really convinced. You can open the portal to go back by yourself, but I insist on running to pick them up.

These elves are hypocritical!

Isn't my time money? "

Even though he complained so much, the stinky pirate who was summoned by Dean Lanyue came here in a hurry, obviously not wanting to make the instructor angry.

Of course, there are also some personal reasons.

The Naglfar sailed gracefully, turned around when it was approaching the greatly changed coast, and almost docked against the coast.

Fortunately, the ravages of Deathwing caused serious collapse and deformation of the coastline in northern Xinjiang, and the water depth was generally expanded. Otherwise, this difficult docking operation would be difficult to complete.

"click"

Under the order of the first mate Sefiel, the two undead sea knights put down the ship plank and were standing on the edge of the trestle bridge of the seriously collapsed small pier in front of them. Laike straightened his clothes and came to the side of the ship to greet them in person.

Soon, Dean Alya Lanyue, who was carrying the holy staff of Aluneth, took the mentors and mission students on board one after another.

"Huh? Where's our golem?"

Bu Laike first saluted the dean to show respect, and then asked in a low voice:

"I remember they weren't destroyed in the Sundering in Dalaran."

"Those hulking golems were presented to our Kirin Tor friends."

Grace's dean pushed the crystal glasses and said softly:

"Their cities are destroyed, and they'll need golems to clean up those nasty void debris. Having those things patrolling around will also give peace of mind to the workers cleaning out the crater.

Master Antonidas made a request to me, and I left the golem there. "

"Just give it for nothing?"

Bu Laike suddenly widened his eyes, and said with a heartbroken face:

"Not even a penny?"

"vulgar!"

The dean glared at her hopeless student, and said:

"How can the friendship between spellcasters be measured by money! What's more, what you did in Dalaran made my conscience uneasy. Giving a batch of golems can make me feel calm when I meditate."

"Dean, you have been dead for more than 10,000 years, how can you have any conscience?"

Bu Laike retorted with a tangled tone:

"Those golems can be exchanged for a lot of things by selling them to the goblins. Our own academy has not yet been built, so you are in the mood to feel sorry for others.

Dalaran just looked miserable.

The rebuilding of the city of magic can get the full support of the six kingdoms and the Church of the Holy Light. There is no shortage of resources and money at all, but we are short of spellcasters who are not loved by our grandparents and uncles!

There isn't a glamorous main body of the college, and when we go out for a walk, we are poked in the back and called wild mages. I don't want to have such bad treatment. "

"It's not completely useless."

Seeing that the dean was embarrassed by Bu Laike's complaint, the Archmage Ellan next to him chimed in and said:

"The Narsalas Academy and Dalaran reached an agreement, because the reconstruction of Dalaran City took a long time, they temporarily rented a large manor in the city of Andorhal in the East Weald region as a teaching place.

Although Gilneas officials also provided Shadowfang Castle outside Pyrewood Village as a temporary residence for mages, the combination of the two places cannot accommodate the current young mages under Kirin Tor's command to study.

Therefore, the six-member council made a request, hoping to divert some low-level mages to study at Nathalas Academy, which in disguise increased the number of students for us.

Although the number of young mages who are willing to come has not yet been counted, it is conservatively estimated that there will be no less than four hundred. "

"What's the use?"

Bu Laike rolled his eyes and said:

"That's an 'exchange student'!

After learning the knowledge, they have to go back to the Kirin Tor, and it's not true for us. The council of six is ​​very scheming, let us help them train mages. "

"No, this has been agreed with them. After the one-year exchange student career is over, if those little mages are willing to stay in Nazaras College, their student status will also be transferred over."

Prince Farondis will explain this:

"The young mages in Dalaran have all been strictly screened and are extremely talented children, which is much faster than our laborious search for apprentices.

Even if only half of the 400 people remain, it is enough to serve as the basis for the re-establishment of the inheritance of Narsalas Academy ten thousand years later. "

"Well, that's about the same."

The fussy Bo Laike was finally satisfied.

He quickly remembered another matter, looked around, and asked Dean Lanyue in a low voice:

"Have Pope Alonsus Faol's holy light magic pattern been finished? Most importantly, have they paid for it?"

"Why are you so full of money! This is not the mentality that a spellcaster should have."

Dean Lanyue shook his head and exhorted:

"Dependence on material things is a betrayal of the spirit, and you have to keep that in mind at all times.

As for the set of magic patterns, during the past few days we stayed near Dalaran, we have completed the imprint of magic patterns on the Pope based on your fel magic patterns.

That venerable old man is now resting in Lordaeron City.

He needs to make a second imprint in two months, and his condition seems to be stable so far.

But based on the activation speed of the holy light energy in his body, even if all the magic lines are imprinted, it will give him three to five years at most. "

"Is he in Lordaeron now?"

Bu Laike blinked, he glanced around and said:

"Then you guys go back first, I'll go there, I have some important things to talk to that old man. Also, when you go back, Dean, you may sense that there is a 'something' under the Tol Barad Sea .

Don't panic, it's a 'friend'.

Don't bother it, the guy is sullen and eccentric, and he's throwing a tantrum because he's just been forced to accept a job. "

"That alien creature that appeared in the Gilneas naval battle?"

Dean Lanyue raised her eyebrows, and she said with great interest:

"This matter is now going crazy in northern Xinjiang, and various details are constantly being revealed, although Gilneas officials insist that they have won, and they have taught the arrogant pirates a lesson.

But according to my conversation with His Majesty Faol, you won the final victory in that battle?

And the pope is very displeased with your curse on the northern lords. When engraving the magweave, he told me privately, this is not what a templar assassin and troubled prince like you should do.

And asked me to discipline you well. "

"Curse? No, no, no, that's not a curse."

Bu Laike immediately retorted:

"That's power! That's Pava! Darius will thank me later for opening a new branch of his precarious and directionless warrior path.

What I gave him was enough to last him a lifetime.

Of course, strength is always accompanied by pain.

as for victory

Well, not really a victory.

Our losses are comparable to those of the Gilneans, but our fleet will soon see a wave of maximum enhancement compared to their slow recovery.

From now on, the Palatine Sea and the sea off Gilneas will be our territory.

I don't think the people of Gilneas will come to the sea to trouble us in leisure time.

Hehe, the wolves should be in the forest, fighting and plundering on land, right?

The sea was never their domain.

Well, if the instructor wants to listen, on the way back, my first mate will explain the battle to you in detail, now please allow me to leave. "

He took a step back and whistled.

The loyal Hippogryph Neighbored a few times, flew up from the comfortable nest specially built for it on the Fang Ping platform behind the poop, circled the pirate twice, and then carried him to Luo He galloped in the direction of Danlun City.

Dean Lanyue watched Bo Laike disappear into the gloomy night. Behind her, Prince Farondis said softly:

"This kind of behavior reminds me of what Azshara did to my people. Casting a curse on a country may be a bit too much. You should persuade him."

"The people of Gilneas initiated the war, Farondis."

The dean shook his head and said:

"In the era of Queen Azshara, what happened to those troll clans who took the initiative to provoke the elven empire? You are also a magic prince who has presided over foreign wars. You should know how cruel the Queen's response to provocation is.

Just a non-lethal curse.

What's more, aren't the druids of the night elves and the priests of the moon god here?

After all, isn't the curse of the werewolves also the poisonous wine they brewed by abusing their power nine thousand years ago?

What they messed with, they handle by themselves!

My disciple just detonated this hidden danger in advance, just like he did in Dalaran.

evil?

Evil indeed.

But the results are good, and that's enough.

I have no reason to be harsh on my pupil, and neither do you, Farondis. Isn't he also still looking for a way to lift the curse for you and your people? "

The dean gestured to Sefiel who took over the command of the ghost ship.

The Pirate Dragon cheered and turned the steering wheel symbolically. The black ghost ship set sail gracefully, and after leaving the coast, it sank under the tide in the turbulent sea.

The night was still gloomy, and there were a few crows in the Silver Pine Forest, making the dark forest even more desolate.

It seems to have sensed the vision of the future.

A moment of silence for this land in advance.

——

Lordaeron City, in a church in the upper city, His Majesty Faol was praying alone in the dark night for the land under his feet and the suffering people.

However, the old man tonight no longer saw the weakness he had sustained for a period of time before. He seemed to suddenly become more energetic, and even his slightly bent waist straightened tonight.

Even the voice when praying has become full of energy.

Under the priest's robe made of linen, on his old body, there are some very sacred and very mystical lines shining.

This set of holy light magic patterns that have just been engraved has only completed the basic engraving of the first stage, but it can already help the pope effectively absorb and control the activated holy light.

It is like a layer of insurance, separating the pope's vitality from the activated holy light, so that this holy power will not make Faol feel heavy pressure again.

Although the act of tattooing is not quite in line with the pope's values, considering that his life does not belong to him alone, and the call of the Holy Light will not come for several years, after repeated thinking, His Majesty still Accepted this weird "treatment".

Just after reading a scripture for blessing and prayer, the old pope under the holy light icon raised his head.

He coughed and said:

"Perhaps you should choose a suitable time to visit me, such as at noon, let the sun shine, and let the warm breath dispel the haze on your body."

"I know, I know, sunshine is the best disinfectant for the soul."

Bo Laike, who came out of the shadows, sat on the first row of chairs in the church casually. He put his hands on the side, looked at the old Pope who was still in a prayer posture, and said:

"I heard that you are very angry with me, so I came here to explain it. The curse on Lord Darius is not a curse, and you cannot dispel it with the power of the Holy Light.

But Druids and Elune Priests are familiar with it, so don't worry, the blight will eventually be brought under control.

Its appearance will inject new strength into the people of Gilneas.

It may take several years of chaos, but I believe that after they turn the curse into strength, the overall strength of the alliance will leap to a higher level.

Humans will truly have the ability to compete with alien races with strange talents in this grand world. "

"You make an oath in the name of your surname, and under the witness of the Holy Light, repeat what you just said. The people of the Holy Light never deceive their compatriots!"

The pope said something reluctantly.

Bo Laike shrugged and swore in the name of the Proudmoore family, as the old man asked.

He has no psychological pressure because he is not cheating.

He really thinks the werewolf plague is going to turn Gilneas off.

Although that process will be painful.

"One month and eleven days later, the wedding of Arthur Vic Reiss and Miss Meredith. I believe the old Earl Vic Reiss has sent his appeal to the Church.

But I have not heard a response from the church to this request. "

Bu Laike looked at the Pope and said:

"Since your current situation has stabilized, I think it's time for you to fulfill our previous agreement, Your Majesty.

I have prophesied to you the dark side of the Church of the Storms, as long as you choose to go to Kul Tiras, I will be happy to prove my prophecy with facts.

If you are still hesitant and want to breach the contract.

That.

I can only 'find a way' by myself. "

(end of this chapter)