Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 665 218. People who know me will praise my noble conduct

Bu Laike tricked Kel'Thuzad into going to Narsalas Academy to become a junior researcher on the research topic of the death knight's professional system. To be honest, the high-level mage was a little moved by this invitation.

As a death magic genius who can already hear the call of the shadow world, he knows that there is really no soil for him to grow up in Dalaran.

His behavior of stealing spiritism seems to have opened the door to a new world for him.

It turns out that apart from the boring arcane spells, violent flames and gloomy ice, there is also a spellcasting system that reaches the core of death in this world.

For other mages, those psychic classics that are as obscure as heavenly books, in the eyes of Kel'Thuzad, are as wonderful as when he first came into contact with magic when he was a child.

He is immersed in it.

Just like a dry sponge thrown into the sea, frantically and greedily absorbing knowledge from the essence of death.

But the psychic classics collected in Dalaran were no longer enough for him to study.

The Shadowmoon Clan has long been destroyed, and the ancient spiritism inheritance has been cut off. The spiritism classics that can be brought into Azeroth by the orcs are just some unimportant "leftovers".

Kel'Thuzad has been unable to learn more from these basic knowledge.

Despite his amazing talent, without the guidance of a mentor, he forcibly relied on his own research to master the evil and dark spellcasting ability of Necromancer Domination.

As for the magic strengthened by the dead, he imitated and learned it from that weird old orc when he hid in the mage tower on the day Dalaran was broken and saw Ner'zhul driving thousands of undead into the city new tricks.

He didn't even communicate with Ner'zhul.

He just watched the old orc's spellcasting from a distance, learned more spiritual skills from it, and gained some little experience on how to command and command the dead to fight.

However, in Dalaran, he had to be careful to hide his talents, hiding these magics that he loved but were regarded as deviant and evil by other mages.

It's a bad feeling.

And now, at this juncture, Bu Laike handed him an "olive branch".

In fact, the pirates gave him a "letter of appointment" before, but Kel'Thuzad hadn't made up his mind to leave Dalaran at that time.

"I can see the entanglement of desire and reason in your eyes, you may need some time to convince yourself, it's okay, I'll give you enough time."

Bu Laike chuckled.

He took a step back, spread his arms to Kel'Thuzad and said:

"Actually, you have entered a misunderstanding of thinking. Joining this project team does not mean that you will leave Dalaran. I know that you have feelings for this city. Under your indifferent appearance is a keen and lonely heart. Heart.

You are longing for a warm hug.

It doesn't matter, we will not ask you to choose the same in knowledge and hometown.

After the end of this project, you can return to Dalaran with the knowledge you have learned, and continue to live your "double life", no one will interfere with you.

But I think it may be a disaster for you to return to the conservative and stubborn Dalaran after you have experienced it in the more inclusive and open Narsalas Academy.

The Kirin Tor has a history of abuse of power.

But the ridiculous thing is that they never learn their lesson, they just try to suppress the mages' thirst for knowledge with cold rules.

this is not right. "

Bu Laike retreated into the shadows, leaving his last words, saying:

"The thirst for knowledge and the pursuit of facts cannot be suppressed. The harder they are suppressed, the more violent the rebound will be. We should pursue all knowledge, and use rational judgment to restrain ourselves from abusing it.

It is always people who cause disasters.

Power itself is neither good nor evil.

I am also a spellcaster, although I don't look like it, I am still willing to share the knowledge I have with you, we can improve together.

At Narsalas, we've always done that.

You can see for yourself with your own eyes. People like you should not be deceived by lies. Again, welcome to Narthalas College, Mr. Kel'Thuzad.

We'd even be willing to give you a separate course in Spirituality.

If you can pass the tutor test and become a grand tutor, you will also have your own academic faction. "

After saying this, Bo Laike left.

He had already spoken out his words of solicitation, and he had given Kel'Thuzad enough time to think about it. The next step would be to see his response.

Pirates are still busy.

After all, he had his own band of pirates to worry about besides the affairs of Narsalas College.

Besides, no matter whether it is to go to Kul Tiras to patrol Gan Haixian, or to go to Vashirgan Naga, which thing is not more important than waiting for Kel'Thuzad to make a choice?

In the face of these truly important events, the fate of a high-ranking mage is really not something that Laike needs to pay extra attention to.

Speaking of pirates, tonight, in another part of the world, something related to pirates is happening.

Zandalar Isle, Vol'dun Desert.

On this side of the world half a world away, the moonlight tonight is astonishingly beautiful. The bright and clear moon shone down, covering the Wharton Desert with a layer of hoarfrost.

In this silent night, the barren desert, which was so hot in the daytime, became lively instead.

In the northern part of the Wharton Desert, in the territory of the Faithless Snakeman Empire, a lively slave trade fair is going on. Snakeman slave owners bring blood trolls captured by their hunting teams from Nazmir, or It was Zandalari trolls secretly captured from Zuldazar bound together for the guests to watch.

In addition to the trolls, some unlucky foxmen, naga, and even the tortoises who fell into the hands of the snakemen were also put on the "exhibition rack".

In addition to these "traditional slaves", there are also more eye-catching "new products" on the scene tonight.

For example, some human merchants and pirates captured by the newly formed fleet of the Snake People in the South China Sea, and even a few unlucky goblins were tied up and sold as "exotic goods".

Slave trading, this is the housekeeping skill and the biggest source of wealth of the Faithless Snakeman Empire.

Snake lords want to live in the desert, and they must dig some mineral deposits, take care of the rare plants in the desert, find water, and so on. All these tasks need slaves to do.

In this vast and hopeless desert, slaves are consumables and the most valuable currency.

At least that's the case for snake people.

"Hey, these goblins look good. Look at how treacherous their eyes are. I like such bastards."

In the slave market of the Snakeman, a skeleton pirate wearing a red pirate suit and a red pirate hat was rubbing his smooth skull and chin, looking at the gray-faced goblins who were sold by the Snakeman slave owners.

He snapped his fingers strangely, and said to the slave owner in front of him:

"I want these goblins, my ship is short of some clever guys who can write and count, and sell those human pirates to me?

It's rare to see humans in this ghost place, so it's like spending money to buy something new. "

He chatted with the snake-man slave owner very familiarly, and quickly negotiated the deal, paid the money happily, and gave the snake-man slave owner a little extra tip.

The host and guest enjoy themselves!

Captain Gaboa is very rich now.

He just returned to Wharton yesterday, summoning the elemental merchant Al Abbas all the way, using the downwind service to forcefully push his boat, and completed half a month's journey in seven days.

After handing over the half-melted Sursis keystone to Kotek, the unbelievers emperor, although the emperor was very dissatisfied, he still paid the money as agreed.

This bulged the pockets of the cursed pirate.

He is a dead man and he doesn't pursue the entertainment of the lower body. When he has money, he naturally wants to invest in "career".

This will wander in the snake people's slave market, buy suitable slaves when they see them, with a bold attitude of wanting to buy a fleet.

But Gaboa is hanging out here just to cover up a terrible adventure he's about to embark on.

On the fringes outside the Snakeman slave market, a group of Amani thugs, under the command of Gaboa's new chief lynx priest Halraz, fumbled to place several large bombs bought from goblins in the Next to a not-so-tightly guarded snake-man cage.

A few minutes later, with a loud noise, the entire slave market was in chaos.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a large number of slaves tried to take advantage of the chaos to escape, but were knocked down by the snakeman's slave hunting team. Some snakeman soldiers rushed over there with lightning-wrapped halberds, and quickly controlled the situation.

However, when counting the prisoners, it was discovered that there was an important person who was locked in yesterday missing.

"The cowardly and incompetent Aspicus has escaped! Go and report to the emperor!"

The piercing hiss of the snake guard echoed in the chaotic night, but it was of no avail.

Two hours later, at Wharton's gravel pier, the skeleton pirate Gaboa's pirate ship was loaded with slaves and local "souvenirs" bought by the captain, and left the port leisurely.

In the captain's room, the troll pirate Gaboa put his red pirate hat on the table, picked up a bottle of South Sea rum, twisted off the cap, and poured water on the unconscious snake man lying on the chair. go down.

The cold wine splashed on the snake man's face and scales, making the latter startled and opened his one-eyed eye from the pain.

The former serpent man spellcaster general is now very miserable.

In a last-ditch effort in Dalaran, it almost lost an arm and an eye in order to get the melted Sursis keystone out of Doom in a desperate effort.

The once beautiful scales were now covered in ugly burns.

This kind of loyalty should be commended.

But the ruthless Kotaek the Great, seeing the melted and unusable Sursis keystone, angrily threw the incompetent general into prison.

And to hang it over the slave pens, to die alive in the Wharton sun.

This is the most terrible punishment in this desert.

Aspicus was desperate at first, planning to usher in the tragic end of his foolish and loyal life in the painful torment, but now, it was saved by a person who never thought he would save it before.

"Ha, are you surprised to see me? My poor snake brother."

The skeleton troll pirate grinned open his skull, and the soul fire in his eye sockets danced in a strange way. He stuffed the small bottle of wine in his hand into the paw of the snakeman spellcaster who had been sunbathing for a day.

The latter was extremely thirsty, raised his head and drank the small half bottle of wine in one gulp.

After moistening its hoarse and thirsty throat, it raised its head, looked at Gaboa and said weakly:

"Why did you take the risk of offending the emperor to save me?"

"Bastard emperor!"

Gaboya scolded sarcastically:

"After I saw Anduin Lothar's bravery and fearlessness with my own eyes, your Kotaek is not even worthy of licking Lothar's toes in terms of being a monarch.

It was even worse than poor Zul'kin in grace! At least Zul'jin, who died tragically, also knew that to do great things, there must be necessary sacrifices and trade-offs.

But your great emperor wants everything greedily, how ridiculous!

Such an idiot, do I think I will be afraid of its so-called power? What a frog living in a well, unable to see the true face of the world.

You and your brother almost died in Dalaran for its 'dominance', but your efforts have been so cruelly 'rewarded'.

Listen to me, my dear snake brother.

Kotaek is not worthy of your loyalty.

Of course, I took the risk to rescue you, not just for the sake of our 'fighting side by side' in the past, but mainly because I also have needs. I have enough sailors on board, and a good mate.

But I'm missing the caster.

The divine power of the Dragon Eagle God will not be able to find a carrier for a while, so I can only make do with you. "

The skeleton troll laughed.

With a swish, he pulled out the horn-mouthed goblin musket stuck in his waist, and pressed it against the forehead of the weak legendary snake-man spellcaster. It yelled madly:

"So, are you joining my fleet? Or are you being shot by me? I didn't rescue you to kill people, so... please, join us.

My fleet needs people like you. "

"I"

Aspicus the snake-man hesitated.

It spat out the shriveled snake letter, looked at Gaboa with one eye, and said:

"You rescued me, not just to let me join your fleet? You want to get the hatching method of the god-born snake eggs from me?"

"That's clever, my second officer!"

Gaboa threw away his musket, and while patting the snake man on the shoulder, he took out the weird red snake egg from his magic suitcase and put it in front of his eyes.

The troll skeleton scratched its smooth skull, and said to the snake man in a depressed tone:

"I've tried many methods, even the methods in the book of Medivh, but I still can't hatch it, so I can only start from you."

"I would like to help you."

Aspicus was silent for a moment, and said:

"But I have to know, what are you going to do with this snake egg that has the blood of the mysterious mistress Setaris? Are you going to hatch a war beast that roams the sea? Or do you want to do other dangerous things?"

"I want to live!"

Gaboya grinned open the white skull teeth, without concealing his purpose, and said to the snake man:

"I want to transfer my soul from this already decayed body, and I want to use this snake egg stained with divine blood to reshape my fresh body.

I want to drink delicious wine, I want to feel the cool wind, I want to feel the impulse of passion when I see a woman, I want to feel the fresh death when I chop off someone's head with my own hands!

What I want, trivial!

I just want to fill the emptiness of the past seven thousand years.

I've already got the specific method, you don't need to ask me where I got it, you just need to help me hatch this egg.

Take it easy, bro.

I am famously generous, and I will never treat you badly! "

(end of this chapter)