Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 760 91. The End of a Good Thing Is a Bad Thing——Adding Changes to Brother Qingyu [115]

The matter of burning witches has always been the "good heart" of the people of Drustvar.

The mountain people don't have much entertainment on weekdays, and it's a great enjoyment to get together and chat outside of work, but the local area is not as prosperous as Boralus, and there are few entertainments such as markets.

The people's material life cannot be guaranteed, and their spiritual life is naturally very poor.

Under such circumstances, once there is a "witch burning" story, folks from all over the world will rush over to join in the fun, criticizing the wickedness of the witches and watching them screaming in the flames.

This cruel habit is similar to how the citizens of Boralus like to watch the navy hang pirates.

But after doing one thing for a long time, it will always be a little boring, so under the "enthusiastic suggestions" of "crashing dragons and young birds", the ritual of burning witches has evolved from simple "burning" to many "patterns". .

For example, some people say that witches have dark magic protection, and they will not hurt when they are stung by schistosomiasis or bees, so to determine whether a woman is a witch or not, one must use these vicious things to stab her.

If she doesn't hurt, she must be a witch.

if she hurts

That might be a cunning witch in disguise, so a second round of judgment is required.

Legend has it that witches don't cry, so if she doesn't cry when tortured, she must be a witch.

if she cries.

A cunning witch is always good at acting, so there will be a third round of trials.

It is well known that witches do not get their power from food, but from the souls of their victims, whose bodies are just empty shells, so no matter what they eat, they will not vomit.

So feed them poison!

If they don't throw up, then they must be witches.

If she throws up.

Well, it's the same reason as before, so a fourth round of trial is needed.

Witches are known to be monsters mixed with dead corpses and cruel spirits, so they cannot be drowned, so they need to be soaked in water.

If they were not drowned, they must have been witches.

if they are drowned

Uh, everyone will mourn deeply for an innocent person, and for her huge funeral, everyone will put a small bouquet of white flowers in front of her tombstone to express their apologies and blessings.

In short, the "fire torture" of the classical school is generally used at the end.

When the "witches" can't figure it out after being stung by bees, tortured, fed poison, and submerged in water, it's time for the fire to come in and cleanse everything.

"That's the story of Abby, the little girl who likes to have tea parties."

On a tower overlooking the city square in Klein City, Bu Laike sat with his feet up on the edge of the tower, admiring the scene of 21 witches howling in the flames below.

He said to the Pope who kept praying beside him with no expression on his face:

"I don't really care if little Abby is a witch or not, I just feel heartbroken for what happened to her.

Those five rounds of so-called 'trials' would be impossible for any grown man to survive, but when little Abby died in the flames, she was still calling for her parents and friends.

She just wanted to have a tea session with her friends, so she went to steal those things.

She even left a note saying that when she grows up, she will work hard to make money and return them.

do you know? Your Majesty.

I used to hate Drustvar, I hated the incompetence of the lords here, the ignorance of the people, and I even had some crazy ideas when I was young.

But then, I grew up.

I realized that this kind of problem is not caused by anyone alone. "

The smelly pirate shook his head.

The magic eyeballs on his shoulders spun to look at the old pope beside him, and he said:

"Don't think that everything I do is utilitarian.

I admit that I have reasons for inviting you to Kul Tiras, but in the case of Drustvar, I really just want you to set your eyes on this land and decide what to do about it.

As a local faith, the Church of the Storm has never set its sights on the Drustvar Mountains, which is normal, because they were born in the evil darkness.

They wish that this mountainous area would remain ignorant forever.

Because of this, I would rather dedicate the entire Kul Tiras to the Holy Light, at least no matter how insane the believers of the Holy Light are, I would not allow the so-called 'five rounds of judgment' to happen to young girls and little girls.

I am a lazy slob who dreads trouble, and so I entrust my country to you, Your Grace.

As the future king of Kul Tiras, I beg you... no, I beg you, you must bring light into this place, into the hearts of everyone who likes to watch witches burn.

If you can't do it, then I'll do it myself. "

"I assure you, Boo Laike."

The old pope said in a deep voice:

"This is a promise in the name of the Holy Light. I and the entire church will do my best to take care of the souls of your people. However, your father may not be willing to see the Holy Light bloom on this land.

He has a lot to think about, he."

"How old is he?"

Bu Laike took a sip of his wine and said in a contemptuous tone:

"I am the King of Kul Tiras appointed by Emperor Thoradin himself. If he has any opinions, he can go to the Hall of Valor to appeal to Emperor Thoradin.

As long as he dares to go.

As long as he is not afraid of being beaten to death by the emperor.

Do it boldly, Your Majesty, I will take responsibility for what happens! Let's start from Drustvar, dispel the darkness here, and dispel the darkness in the hearts of the people.

This is what you good people who claim to save souls should do. "

After speaking, Bu Laike stood up, patted the dust off his clothes, and walked under the tower.

As he descended the stairs, the pope suddenly asked:

"Bo Laike, tell me, does your father know what's going on here?"

"He knows that his third-rate spies will tell him all that has happened to Kul Tiras. He may grieve, but in the end he will board his ship and set sail to conquer the seas.

He will always be a sailor, and he will always choose the sea.

He's not a bad guy in the traditional sense.

As you said, he has a lot to think about. "

Bu Laike said without looking back:

"I have no right to berate him on this matter, because I am the same. Stay away from people like us, Your Majesty. We are not good people."

The Pope didn't ask any more.

He stood on top of the tower, looking down at the scene where the old Earl of Vic Reiss, in the light of the burning stake, announced to his people that the prohibition of witch trials was hereby abolished.

The old pope drew symbols on his chest and whispered the sacred scriptures.

Things are really, really bad here.

But the good news is that change has already begun.

——

Four days later, when the story of burning 21 witches at one time was still a topic of leisure among the local people, on the cliff in the northwest corner of Klein City, the grand wedding ceremony of the Vic Reiss family started.

Local dignitaries and dignitaries attended the ceremony one after another.

Dai Lin also rushed over with her family and distinguished guests in the early morning. The heads of the four major families were all present, not to mention the little lords.

And until then, Bu Laike didn't know who Dai Lin's guest was.

"Jin is still in the mood to come to attend the wedding of nobles from other countries when the fire is imminent?"

Among the crowd outside this very old Snowwood church, Bo Laike, who disguised himself as a businessman, held a glass of wine while saying to Red Jack, who was following him and trusted by him:

"He really doesn't plan to curse the domestic werewolf, right?"

"Uh, this one is not, master."

Jack was very skillful in disguising himself as a minor nobleman from another country, who would wink at the noble ladies of Kul Tiras next to him in a graceful manner.

While drinking to cover up his movements, he whispered to Bo Laike:

"According to the report from our 'eyes' in Boralus Harbor, His Majesty Jin came to Kul Tiras to attend the wedding of the Vic Reiss family, but also to ask for help.

As far as we know, on the first day he arrived in Boralus, he visited the temple of the tidesages, and had a long secret talk with the sea sages there.

His Majesty the King, who was in a state of desperation, was in a hurry and went to the doctor.

He even started asking for help from the Hyeons. "

"Then he really has a big heart."

Bu Laike sneered and said;

"Your Majesty Jin thinks that his country is not lively enough. After introducing extreme animal protection, he will also introduce a group of the most powerful cultists from Azeroth to his country to be 'lively'.

It's hard enough for the people of Gilneas to have such a king. "

"It's not his fault, master."

Red Jack said matter-of-factly:

"Based on the information we collected during our lurking period in Kul Tiras, the Church of the Storms is really nothing more than normal. Although it is a bit of blind development and its members are lonely, their reputation in the hearts of the locals is really very good. it is good.

I would not have considered them a threat were it not for your dark tidings.

It can only be said that they are really good at disguising. "

"Hush, don't talk, the Haixians are here."

Bo Laike made a gesture to tell Red Jack to shut up. He straightened his clothes and walked forward with a smile on his face, pretending to be a fanatical believer, wanting to talk to the five high-ranking sea sages who were walking into the church.

Naturally, they were blocked by the guards of the sea sages, and the five high-level sea sages didn't even look at Bu Laike. It's not that they were arrogant, but that there were too many fanatical believers like Bu Laike.

It's almost like a fan meeting.

"Remember the guy at the head."

Bo Laike retreated into the crowd, took a sip of his wine, and said to Red Jack:

"I'm going to strangle him to death with my own hands."

"?"

Red Jack blinked and said:

"Master, do you have old grudges with him?"

"We are the uncrowned, and we never wield a sharp knife for personal grievances."

Bo Laike smiled and drank the liquid in the glass in his hand. He handed the glass to Jack and said:

"I just think strangling a high-ranking Haixian with my own hands as a signal to start a war would be very ceremonial. What do you think? Well, continue to enjoy the banquet here.

I went to arrange it first.

Everything is arranged.

I know that even though you obey me, you still have doubts about the necessity of this battle. Don't worry, since it is my creed of the uncrowned, I will not destroy it with my own hands.

You will see.

This will be like the story of Dalaran, a war for a belief that is higher than reality, and we will fulfill the oath we made when we became the Uncrowned.

We will guide fate in the cry of the ignorant.

We will change the world while our heroes watch.

It will thank us.

We all owe us thanks, even though we don't need to. "

After finishing speaking, Laike reached out and unbuttoned the collar, took off the scarf around his neck, put it on the crook of his arm, and looked back at Dai Lin who was having a good time talking with the nobles.

He shook his head and left the church amidst the crowd.

He is not unwilling to see his former good friend walk into the palace of marriage with his own eyes and bless him.

He just has more important things to do.

Ten minutes after Laike left, the wedding ceremony officiated by the Pope officially began. Arthur Vic Reiss, who was dressed in the uniform of a Kul Tiran officer, and the luxurious white dress sewed by the magic tailor of Suramar. Miss Meredith of Elven Wedding Dress completes the ceremony with the blessing of the Holy Light.

The most exaggerated, and what made everyone exclaimed, Arthur and Meredith stepped into the church on two natural demigods riding a bighorn deer and a star doe respectively.

This scene is enough to make this wedding a classic story handed down throughout Kul Tiras.

After being baptized by the Pope and formally converted to the faith of the Holy Light, the couple presented the family secret "Silver Canon" to the old Pope in front of all the guests.

As a dedication of the Vic Reiss family to the cause of the Holy Light.

This legendary scripture reappeared after more than 2,000 years. It was already a legend, which caused the guests to exclaim and even Dai Lin was excited.

He also grew up listening to the brave stories of the Ember Knights.

Dai Lin never thought that one day she would actually see the legendary exorcist knights return to the military system of Kul Tiras.

And when the old earl and Arthur announced that they would rebuild the Order of Ashes, everyone in the church cheered.

That is the legendary knight order that followed Colonel Arom Vick Reiss in the northern and southern expeditions, and it has also disappeared in history for more than two thousand years.

Today's incident is destined to be recorded in the annals of history by historians.

The excited Dai Lin announced on the spot that the Admiralty will provide some necessary material and financial support.

All he wanted was for the Knights of Ashes to be rebuilt as soon as possible.

Dai Lin is really looking forward to seeing a group of high-level knights who can use exorcism powers as marines in her fleet.

The situation in the South China Sea is already a bit bad. He has a premonition that a storm is coming, and he is about to enhance the strength of the Kul Tiras fleet to deal with possible challenges.

The king's generous donation also made the nobles see that the rise of the Vic Reiss family, which had been silent for many years, was just around the corner.

Some people at the ceremony were not so happy, though.

The faces of the Haixians were ugly.

The legendary Knights of Ashes are not known for their strength, but these exorcist knights are as difficult to detect and kill the dark forces as high-level paladins.

Once the Ember Knights appear in Kul Tiras on a large scale, some dark secrets of the Church of Storms may not be able to be kept, not to mention the brief appearance of these two demigods today.

Perhaps this is a disturbing signal?

They do not shy away from the challenges of Ember Knights and demigods.

But they are unwilling to be exposed at the moment when this mission has not been completed.

"Sister Adrianna, Brother Darrell, and Brother Pike are calling you on the island outside the church. My mentor said that he has something important to discuss with you."

While the Haixians were sullen and discussing the solution in low voices, a young man in the robe of a low-ranking Haixian apprentice hurried into the church and whispered something in the ears of the high-ranking Haixians.

"Huh? You're... Nat Pagle, aren't you? The Landman from Southshore."

The five Haixian nuns headed by Haixian looked back at Nat who came to report the news, and she said:

"You are Pike's new disciple, and he has always praised your talent. But since your mentor has already come, why don't you come to the church, and go to the island to have a secret talk with us?"

Nat hesitated, and pointed to the pope and the great knights in the center of the church.

Several high-ranking Haixians who had ghosts in their hearts immediately understood.

They nodded, found a reason to leave first, and led by Nat along the mountain road below Xuelin Church, all the way down to the bay, where there was a small sampan.

A few sea sages sat on it, and they didn't use oars, just recited a few words, and there was a surge of water pushing the boat towards the small island near the sea.

They had no doubts about the news that Nat had brought.

Probably out of trust in his companions, and of course, the pressure brought about by what he saw today, that kind of restless thinking.

But when they landed on the island, what greeted them was not their brother Brother Pike, but a young pirate with his back turned to them, putting a pirate captain's cap on his head.

"Hello, great sea sages."

Bo Laike took off the pipe, exhaled the smoke ring, and put the two sets of Hidden Blades of Elementium that Old Garni had just sent on his wrists.

He raised his left hand, and in the strange mist that surged around, with a light sound of the machine spring, the silver-gray blade popped out from under the palm, shining with a cold light.

The young pirate turned his head, opened his arms, and said with a smile to the several high-ranking sea sages behind him who had responded to the battle:

"I bring you a question, a fight and a trial."

"Which one do you want first?"

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(end of this chapter)