Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 88 87. The real start of a career (Part 1)

Ms. Agwynn's friend came quickly.

When Laike and Garona left from the side hall of the Tomb of Sargeras, they saw an arc of light in the direction of the beach in their sight, which was lit by the wizard's teleportation spell.

Like a bolt of lightning, it's fleeting.

"Let's go, Meili. The winter wind is coming."

The pirate pushed the blindfold on his left eye. He took a few steps forward and looked back. Garona, who was also wearing a long hood, was standing there.

The half-orc assassin looked back at the towering and huge ancient temple behind him. After Gul'dan's death, there was no fel fire lingering on the temple.

It was like turning off the lights.

Let this ancient temple no longer have the magnificence of being encased in evil energy like burning before, as if returning to the desolate posture that a ruin that has been abandoned for 10,000 years should have.

"What are you looking at?"

Bu Laike asked.

Garona shook her head, raised her fluttering cloak to wrap her body, and pulled the hood down again to cover her eyes.

Say:

"You said before that we rushed into this world recklessly without knowing anything about Azeroth,

After experiencing what happened tonight firsthand, I'm beginning to understand what you mean.

What kind of thing exists in the depths of this tomb of the gods?

How many secrets like it are there in this world? "

"A lot, definitely more than you think."

Bu Laike also seemed to have a feeling. He glanced back at the dead tomb of the gods behind him, and reached out to touch the head of Gul'dan hanging on his chest with a chain.

Say:

"Gul'dan actually did not come to the wrong place, there is really a hidden path to becoming a god here, but unfortunately he studd all the cards in his hand at the wrong time.

If he patiently hibernates, he carefully hides his desire for betrayal.

If he had come here at another time, he would actually have a high chance of success. "

"I feel that there is something in your words."

The legendary assassin glanced at Bo Laike, and she said:

"What you are going to do now is no different from what Gul'dan did before tonight. He lost and lost everything. Do you think you can win?"

"If I told you that the success rate is 100%, it would be too arrogant."

The pirate blinked his one-eyed eye, and like Garona, he pulled his hood over his eyes and strode up the exiting path.

Without looking back, he waved his hands and said:

"So, be humble, I would say, more than ninety percent."

——

"I almost don't need to look with these rotten eyes to perceive that in this magic, you have used at least three runes wrongly, even though my understanding of these magic lines of warlocks is only at the beginner's level.

I'm curious.

Do all of you warlocks use evil energy so brutally?

How do you reconcile the infestation of fel magic to the body? It seems amazing that your magic does not need to go through the coordinated resonance of the magic net.

No wonder no nasty blue dragons showed up to punish you when you entered this world to spread war.

Well, I have already understood the release method of this magic.

Change it.

Show me a more obscure and advanced one. "

When Bu Laike returned to the coast, he saw his new subordinate, Diga Xieyan, being asked by a guy who was dressed in a strange way, and he was a little crazy.

Warlocks are a bunch of misers who don't like to share their knowledge with others.

So is the evil eye.

He hates others prying into his evil knowledge. If he could, he would grab his bone staff, beat up the questioning bastard next to him, and take his soul for collection.

The problem is, he can't.

The old bastard next to him who's asking a lot of fucking questions and losing his hair is a legendary mage.

There are almost no obvious mana fluctuations on him.

But looking at the beach more than ten meters away, there are more than fifty orc warriors from the Black Tooth Grinning Clan imprisoned in arcane cages shining with purple arcs.

That was the scene that the legendary mage created in less than 5 seconds after he walked out of the portal.

This time, more orc warriors would surround the beach. Under the leadership of Red Blackhand, they surrounded the place.

But no fighter dared to rush up.

They figured it out.

The old, unremarkable old bastard in front of him belongs to the kind of ruthless character who can tear everyone present to pieces just by throwing a magic spell casually.

"What are you all doing around here?"

Bu Laike stepped into the orc's position, the orc warriors beside him gave way to him very dissatisfied, and the pirates were also very rude. The opponent held a sword, and the eager Red Blackhand shouted:

"Aren't you going to prepare for the voyage?"

Red didn't back down.

He won't back down.

Not because he was going to break his contract with Boo Laike, but mostly because his brother, the badly wounded Maim Blackhand, was now at the old bastard's feet.

He was being treated by an orc warlock, and Red was worried that this abnormal human mage would kill his brother.

"Back off!"

Seeing that Red didn't respond, Laike's tone was immediately indifferent.

He snapped his fingers and made a piercing motion, and the little murloc Benbo Erba who was beside Xieyan immediately picked up his dagger, croaked and stabbed Maim's arm.

This action aroused Red's anger in an instant, and the other orcs around shouted and grabbed their weapons, ready to follow the chief to fight to the death.

"bass"

Amid the sound of the sharp blade coming out of its sheath, a pure black two-handed saber was pierced in front of Reid's eyes. Its appearance was simple and unadorned, and there was no cold light shining on the sharp blade.

As soon as it appeared, some orcs exclaimed the name of the Legendary Blade Sanksu.

Garona entered stealth under the eyes of everyone, but the old human mage didn't move at all. He didn't seem to notice the conflict here at all, and was completely immersed in the "magic communication" with the orc warlock.

But on the other side of the beach, more than fifty orcs imprisoned in the air by arcane cages represented his powerful deterrent force.

Bu Laike took a step forward, and the floating shadows gathered around him to form a floating shadow suit. He stretched out his left hand and held it on the handle of the flame blade Sankesu.

Eyes with blindfolds seemed to scan around, and stretched out his hand to pull away his face scarf.

It revealed the recovering, but still ferocious, burnt face.

He yelled:

"Green skins, I, Bu Laike Shaw! I am the orc killer who made you fearful and spread word of mouth! It is the assassin who beheaded your legendary sword sage Dahl. The triple blood blade, and the assassin who made the Burning Blade clan fall apart!

I've killed Gul'dan tonight and severely wounded Cho'gall!

What none of your clans have done, I have done it alone!

Now I have two legends on my side, plus me as an orc slayer.

You only have more than 300 people, and there are more than 50 people who will die at any time! I know you all like to yell 'give or die', but see where you stand!

One step further, there is no need to talk!

Maim Blackhand would be the first victim, but definitely not the only one! "

Bu Laike grabbed the Legendary Blade stuck in the ground, put his hands together and held it in his hands, he looked at the black-toothed grinning orcs in front of him, and finally set his sights on Red.

The eyes of the two met for a moment, and the pirate said in a deep voice:

"You have no chance!

But now, we face opponents more dangerous than Gul'dan, who hate all living things and will show up at any time, and we need to put aside our hatred for a while and unite.

Red Blackhand, you have suffered heavy losses tonight. As a chief, you should think about your remaining clansmen and your younger brother.

Step back and prepare to sail away.

I only say it once! "

Red looked at Bo Laike, the anger in his eyes dissipated a bit, he nodded inaudibly, and with a bit of unwillingness, he shouted back in the orc language.

The orcs of the Black Tooth Grinning Clan are mostly young people that other clans don't want. Of course, they are unwilling to show their weakness in front of humans.

But Red still has some prestige.

And Maim is indeed in the hands of this cunning and despicable human assassin.

So after a few minutes, the group of orcs put away their weapons reluctantly, and led by Red, headed for the coast, where the boat they were driving was there.

Seeing the orc retreat, Bu Laike heaved a sigh of relief, he carried the legendary blade on his shoulder, walked a few steps towards the old mage, and said softly:

"Hello, Your Excellency Merry, Ms. Aegwynn should have told you about my cooperation with her, without further ado, let's start attaching a soul barrier to me now."

The old mage in front of him didn't move.

Instead, he raised his head and carefully looked at the pirate in front of him. Laike was growing and recovering, but the burnt face was scary enough.

But the face of this old mage was even more terrifying.

It was completely bluish-white, covered with wrinkles and some weird spots, especially those pale eyes, and his almost bald, dull hair.

It was the face of a dead man.

"Little Aegwynn said, you are a wonderful young man."

Meili Dongfeng supported his scruffy staff like a pine stick with his withered hands, and stared at Bu Laike with eyes that would never make people feel comfortable.

He said:

"But I don't see any magic in you. So, say a few words, and shock me, an impatient old man."

"How embarrassing."

Bu Laike smiled, waved his hands, and said modestly:

"You are a legendary figure, Ms. Aegwynn's appreciation makes me feel ashamed, I don't know many secrets like she said.

For example, I don't know that you have lived in this undead body for three thousand years, and you died in the battle between Emperor Thoradin and the forest troll Amani Empire.

You were one of the first human mages to learn magic from the high elves, and you were the most talented among them, so you were resurrected by the high elves with slightly evil magic after you died in battle.

You should be no ordinary undead.

You are a demilich who has not completed the rite of lich transformation.

and"

Bu Laike sniffed pretendingly, he looked at Meri Dongfeng, and said:

"There is a demon, a nathrezim, sealed in your body. With so many stories gathered in one person, you are an out-and-out human legend.

Antonidas, who is highly praised by the outside world, and his six-member council of archmages are not worthy of carrying your shoes.

Oh no.

Archmage Krasus should be qualified to chat and laugh with you.

After all, it is a red dragon prince who has been hiding in the city of Dalaran for nearly a hundred years. But I guess, even that red dragon doesn't know your existence, right? "

"Well"

Meili Dongfeng blinked his dead eyes, he hehe said with a strange smile:

"You kind of scare me, amazing young man. Are you a prophet?"

"No, I am not."

Bu Laike glanced at the dark sea, it was already dawn, and there was a dead silence, he said:

"We're not supposed to know the future. The unknown brings fear, but it can also bring confidence. I'm just a pirate who's new to the business and has a terrible opponent and needs help.

Don't waste any more time.

Master, cast a spell for me.

Death is chasing, and we, it's time to set sail. "

(end of this chapter)