Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 690 21. "Blaike's Dragon Slaying Compendium · Deathwing Revised Edition"

Wetlands, this is a place that Bo Laike feels nostalgic for.

He hasn't forgotten how he struggled to survive in this ghostly place full of muddy ponds when he was reborn in a mess, especially the big swamp across the Palatine Bay.

It made Laike, who was standing on the city wall of Menethil Harbor, feel deeply.

His "journey" started there. Eating moldy bread in the muddy pond and fighting with stinky murlocs allowed him to accumulate enough "first pot of gold".

"quack quack"

The little murloc sitting on Bo Laike's shoulder was also very excited.

Wearing a hunting suit today, it waved its paws, pointing to the Bluegill Swamp on the other side of the sea, making murloc calls continuously.

It recognized it, and that was its home.

If it weren't for this weird guy like Bu Laike, Ben Boerba would probably still be hanging out with a group of stupid murlocs in the Bluegill Swamp, living a carefree and happy life.

However, considering this little guy's pretty easy-to-use brain, it may have become a "powerful" side of the wetland murlocs, and it may already have its own murloc clan.

But it is more likely that he died in a murloc fight.

After all, its small physique is not an advantage in the savage fights of the murlocs. For a group of savage bastards, intelligence is the most meaningless thing.

Not even as useful as a piece of moldy bread.

"Don't show such a nostalgic expression, you little fool."

The eyeball on the pirate's shoulder glanced at the little murloc and said:

"Now I throw you back into the muddy swamp, can you still adapt to the environment there? Let you eat rotten meat and bread, can you still eat it?

Do not be silly.

We can't go back to the carefree days that were beautified by memories in our imagination. "

The little murloc nodded approvingly.

It took a look at the exquisite pet clothes on its body. How could such beautiful clothes be stained with mud? Then go to the swamp and fight savagely with the stupid murlocs for a piece of fish bone?

Tsk tsk, just thinking about it makes me shudder.

The little murloc curled his lips, shook his body, stood up on Bu Laike's shoulder, and rubbed the pirate's ear, his big cute eyes were full of flattering intimacy.

"Ha, that's right, you still have a little conscience."

Bo Laike laughed, put the dwarf pipe to his mouth, lit the flame, and puffed out smoke.

Behind him, Ms. Natalie Serling, who was wearing a black hood and her body was tightly covered, was walking slowly with a staff.

The shape of the staff is very interesting.

It carves a holy posture of a winged angel with sacred wood on the head of the staff, and it looks like an eagle spreading its wings to fly. The whole body is white, which makes this staff full of sacred feeling.

This weapon named "Sacred Rod of Perfect Restoration" was a loot that Red looted from the palace in Lordaeron.

It was given to the ship doctor lady by the very winking chief through his younger brother as a gift.

Red very cleverly used this method to maintain a good relationship with every important person around the captain, so that after he did something stupid in the future, there would not even be a single person to intercede for him.

Well, Red is pretty self-aware.

He felt that there was a high probability that he would do stupid things, so he reserved all the "back roads" in advance. This has to be said to be "wisdom" in another sense.

"I just saw that you went to the slums of the city to give free treatment to those patients, which attracted some people with little money."

Bu Laike supported the masonry of the city wall, and said to the black-robed ship doctor behind him:

"When we arrived here yesterday, we talked about this matter. You also said that you don't want to be too noticeable. After all, your identity is sensitive."

"It's just a matter of habit."

Ms. Sellin pulled down the hood on her forehead again, stroked the Void Textbook at her waist, and said softly:

"I used to do free clinics like this when I was in the Stormwind Kingdom. I've been adrift at sea for so long, I almost forgot that there are so many people on this continent who need help.

The war has just passed, and this land is in ruins.

Sorry to trouble you, Captain, I just"

"No need to explain."

Bu Laike waved his hand and said:

"I don't blame you.

I just think that since it is going to be done, why do it in the name of the Holy Light Church? With your current understanding of the Dao of Light and Shadow, you already have the ability to build your own sect.

Of course, it's best not to call it a secondary name like 'Shadow of Forgotten' or 'Twilight's Hammer', and keep a low profile, otherwise it will attract the attention of interested people. "

"It's still a little bit worse."

Natalie laughed, stroked her long black hair, and said:

"My understanding of light and shadow is still short of the bottleneck of the last step. I have never been able to perfectly blend light and shadow together. This may be the enlightenment of holy light and shadow to me.

And dull I still can't understand their meaning.

Until this step of theological study is complete, I will not consider teaching this incomplete teaching of mine to others. "

Speaking of this, the ship doctor lady touched her abdomen, where she could feel a hideous scar through her clothes.

She said softly:

"After all, I have learned the lesson of recklessness and loss. Some mistakes are enough to do once. Look, your carefully assembled team is here, my captain."

The ship doctor raised his finger and pointed to the sky.

Bu Laike looked up, and saw a group of majestic griffins carrying a team of nearly ten people, circling above Menethil Harbor, preparing to land.

"Well, he did find a priest."

The pupil of the magical eye on the pirate's shoulder zoomed several times, and he saw clearly a female priest carrying a holy staff on the griffin in the sky. She looked not very old.

He noticed the slight change in Ms. Serling's mood behind him.

He asked:

"What? Is that your acquaintance?"

"Well, fate is probably so impermanent."

Natalie was silent for a few seconds, then sighed and said:

"That was Partress, a gifted young pastor whom I tutored for a while at the Church of the Holy Light in Nursing and First Aid.

After I left, I heard she moved to Iselion's side.

Let's hope she wasn't brainwashed into a religious lunatic by that fanatic Isenlien. "

"Will not."

Bu Laike's tone suddenly became firm, and he said very cleverly:

"I have seen the future of Miss Partress, she will become a glorious and great priest who believes in the way of the Holy Light, and I have predicted that she will be honored as the 'Silver Priest'.

I have also predicted that this young lady, who is as tall as a washboard, will become a troublesome woman who will fascinate thousands of men in the future."

"The more you talk, the less serious you are, Captain!"

The black-robed ship doctor said dissatisfiedly:

"How can there be such an outrageous prophecy like yours."

"You don't believe it?"

Bu Laike laughed twice and said:

"Ten years from now, let's wait and see.

Well, don't let them waste time to land, we also take off to meet them, and fly to the peak of Grim Batol before resting. We don't have much time, and I don't want that bastard Joe Lacy to get there first. "

"Ok."

The ship's doctor lady nodded, and she followed Bo Laike to the griffin pen in Menethil Harbor. On the way, she suddenly asked in a low voice:

"Captain, do you want to seek the soul of the dragon?"

"Huh? Why do you have such an idea?"

Bu Laike asked in surprise:

"Do you think I look like a lunatic? The Dragon Soul only looks powerful, but apart from its oppressive power on dragons, it will not have the slightest impact on any other life.

When that thing is used as a weapon, it also needs to gather the power of a giant dragon to perfectly display its outstanding destructive power.

I don't intend to go to war with the dragon army in an all-out way.

There's no point in wanting that thing.

I will follow my agreement with the magic legion and destroy it after I get it. Those dragon soul fragments are really useful to me. "

"that's OK."

Natalie breathed a sigh of relief, and she whispered:

"Actually, I didn't ask this question, but First Officer Seifel asked me to ask it.

She is concerned that you will take the Dragon Soul in pursuit of power. According to her, that thing will only bring endless bad luck to the user, and even Deathwing is not immune to the rise of that bad luck. "

"Well, this statement is indeed true, in the countless endings in the future, there is a great possibility that Deathwing will die under the artifact he personally forged.

But not now. "

Bo Laike stroked his chin and said:

"Our dear Wing, maybe there will be an ingenious and unique way to die."

A few minutes later, the Hippogryph and a rented griffin lifted off, and Bo Laike approached a group of people arriving on the trek in the griffin, and made a few gestures to them.

Under his leadership, a group of people flew across the wetlands and towering mountains, and flew towards Grim Batol Peak near the Khaz Modan Snow Mountain in the southeast.

This journey is long by land, but quick by flight.

It took less than two hours to go straight all the way to reach the mountains that exude a dark atmosphere.

"It is here that we Wildhammer clan defeated the evil Dark Iron clan, and our Wildhammer Prince Caderos slew the vicious Dark Iron Witch Queen with his legendary war hammer.

On our own, we have driven the Dark Iron dwarves from our homeland. "

Rom, a Wildhammer dwarf warrior riding a griffin, led the crowd close to the city of Grim Batol in the mountains, while introducing the history of the city to them.

He shouted in his trademark loud voice:

"But the evil witch queen cursed our glorious city with her own life, and after the Dark Iron dwarves collapsed, we found that there is a dark force everywhere.

The land is under a curse that viciously drains the essence of all life that enters it.

The longer you stay here, the weaker you become.

In desperation, we had no choice but to abandon our own city, reject the hypocritical invitation of the Bronzebeards, and go to the Hinterlands, where we established Wildhammer Castle.

This is actually a good thing.

There we found our mates, and these brave griffins became our friends. But we always have feelings for Grim Batol.

Even if it is no longer suitable for life to live in.

But we're not going to allow a bunch of filthy orcs to take over here either. "

The dwarf with blue battle patterns on his face touched the horn on his waist, turned his head and said to the group of people behind him:

"If you can really expel the Dragonmaw orcs here, you will be honored by the Wildhammer dwarves, and you will become friends of the Sky Children!"

"We are honored."

Wearing a black battle armor, Alsace wore a helmet and carried the Lionheart Holy Sword. In the wind that slapped his face in front of him, he asked the dwarf who was leading the way:

"How do we get into your city? Is there a path?"

"Hehe, of course there is a path, Your Highness. Every dwarf city has an emergency tunnel for evacuation. Of course, if you are not a dwarf, you cannot find it."

The dwarf laughed, pointed to a mountain in front of him, and said:

"The entrance is there, and I will send you in, and then wait for news from you in the nearby mountains with the griffins. Signal if you are in trouble, and I will pick you up immediately.

Lord Falstad has already set off from Eagle's Nest Mountain, and he will arrive tomorrow at the latest, so if you want to fight the orcs, you'd better pick tomorrow!

With the aid of the mighty Wildhammer Skyriders, those orcs are no match for you.

Finally, be sure to watch out for their dragons!

I know you're here to save those dragons.

But we've actually tried to save them before, and there are a lot of poor dragons that have been driven insane by the evil orcs. They don't care who you are, they just greet you with sharp teeth. "

The dwarf's reminder came from the heart, but it made the people in the team worry for a while.

Indeed, they only considered the issue of Dragonmaw orcs before, but not the issue of dragons. Even if it was just a group of young dragons, it would be difficult for mortals to fight against.

"Don't be afraid, don't listen to the nonsense of the dwarf who is too drunk."

Riding on his Hippogryph saddle, the stinky pirate who is different from everyone else said to the people beside him:

"Dragon is not scary at all!

As long as you master their weaknesses, you will find that dragon slaying is so simple. Here, this book is ready, everyone hurry up and read it.

Focus on the Red Dragon Chapter!

It's a list of thirteen tips for dealing with red dragons and the four best tactics to take when deciding on a dragon hunt, and you'll spend the night memorizing that knowledge.

It might not come in handy afterwards.

You are only allowed to read it, not to copy it, let alone take it away! "

Bu Laike took out a large black thick-skinned book from his luggage and handed it to Nathanos beside him. General Ranger took a look in his hand and was immediately stunned by the famous author of the book.

"Darval Prestor?"

He widened his eyes and said:

"Is this book written by Deathwing? It also contains the Achilles' heel of the dragons? Are you kidding me? Can you believe it?"

"The description of the weakness of the black dragon is indeed nonsense, and whoever believes it is doomed."

Bu Laike waved his hand and said:

"But the descriptions of the other dragon's weaknesses are true.

It's even a bit too real, this is completely a "Dragon Slaying Compendium" that Deathwing teaches you to slay dragons, and it is a taboo of the dragon army.

With it in hand, as long as you prepare in advance, hunting a few baby dragons is simply easy.

It's a pity that only this one is left circulating in the world, and the others have been destroyed.

If the dragon asks you where you learned these taboo knowledge in the future, don't confess me, unless you think I'm easier to deal with than the dragon."

Bu Laike stared at the approaching Grim Batol with his eyes on his shoulder, and he said meaningfully:

"I think, after the Dalaran incident, you shouldn't have such a ridiculous idea?"

(end of this chapter)