Shadow Trails in Azeroth

At the bottom of the wooden sign that Blake had erected to mock the Grand Magister, he also creatively drew a big, nasty pirate's head with the brushwork of a fish-man baby.

The sarcastic meaning is simply overwhelming in the situation at hand.

Looking at the malicious smile on the portrait, Elisande felt a little anxious for a moment.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Grand Magister was interested in trying to use the Scepter of Sargeras, but after much deliberation, he finally chose to be safe.

She has always been such a steady caster.

Her character determines her destiny. Just seeing that she spent ten thousand years planning to call herself Queen of the Children of the Night, this guy's mental stability is evident from this.

But the Grand Mage is not a fool who just wants stability.

Blake's previous action of releasing demigod monsters to kill everyone has proved that Blake, the bastard, had no intention of cooperating with the Children of the Night from the beginning, and that he was just another victim of that stinking pirate's evil conspiracy.

But after calming down, Elisande did not panic.

While she ordered the commanders around her to assemble their troops, she also sent capable personnel to patrol various important areas currently controlled by the Children of the Night, and also sent mages to build temporary camps for the soldiers.

There is no need to consider this aspect of diet.

The children of the night have been drinking magic wine for ten thousand years, which has allowed them to successfully complete physiological "natural selection". These guys eat just to have a taste.

Theoretically, all they need to do is drink the magic wine to stay alive.

But now, the magic on the island of Quel'Danas is so full that the more than 20,000 Nightborne soldiers who landed here don't even need to drink magic wine.

They only need to constantly breathe the sweet air of Kuidao to maintain their body and combat effectiveness in a very strong state for a long time.

The true "magic northwest wind" belongs to it.

The Quel'dorei elves created this magic well to support their royal power, but the white-skinned elves never imagined that the moment their holy land was established, it would accidentally become the "home field" of the Nightborne. .

This has to be said to be a kind of black humor brought by fate.

In short, after repeated thinking and arguments with his own advisers, Elisander still feels that the advantage lies with me.

Now two-thirds of Kui Island has fallen into the hands of the Children of the Night. Although it has lost the maritime support and blockade of the Yuejun fleet, the Quel'dorei fleet is still rushing back from the North Sea.

It will take at least several days for them to return to their hometown. The most important thing is that the North Sea pirates who are showing off their power on this sea will not allow the elven fleet to dock casually.

"There are still a few days left."

When dusk fell on the skyline of Kui Island, the Grand Mage holding the scepter of Sargeras stood in front of her gorgeous and luxurious purple tent. She looked at the golden light in the dusk in front of her with a "determined to win" look. Sunwell, she said to the adjutant behind her:

"We must take this magic well. My compatriots, you have experienced firsthand the importance of this Sunwell to the Children of the Night.

After we destroy the Sun King's rule, this island will surely become the new holy place for the rise of Suramar.

No matter what the cost, we must fully occupy this place.

Get the Demon Hunter Battalion ready! "

The Grand Mage waved his hand and coldly ordered:

"Early tomorrow morning, the front army will feign an attack and let the demon hunters sneak around and attack."

"Her Majesty the Queen."

A Nightborne Demon Swordsman commander whispered:

"What to do about the problem of the pirates? The Magister Platform they occupy is the highest place on the island. If we don't deal with them, our sneak attack will definitely be discovered."

"The leader of the pirates is shamelessly coercing me! Didn't you hear? He arrogantly demanded that I hand over the Eye of Aman'Thul!"

When this matter was mentioned, Elisande was still filled with hatred, and she scolded:

"This is the root of civilization among the Night Diggers. I will never bow to a rude, cunning, and nasty pirate leader under such damn coercion!

Don’t worry about them getting in the way! "

The Grand Magister glanced at the Scepter of Sargeras that was still tearing apart space in her hand, and she said:

"Starting from tomorrow, I will guide the magic of the Night Well to infuse our warriors. In this way, the quality disadvantage of the pirates will be infinitely magnified.

How could the great Nightborne sergeants be afraid of a group of rough pirates?

Go ahead and do it, fellow citizens.

Whether the Kingdom of the Children of the Night can last forever depends on whether we can occupy the Sunwell. "

"As you command!"

Seeing Elisande elevate this war to such a high level, even though some of the commanders did not agree with the current strategy, they still had to stand up straight and accept the order.

After the commanders all left, the Grand Mage returned to his tent alone.

She was bound to be busy tonight.

She had to repeatedly confirm whether this staff, which was very important for the war, had been tampered with by Black Shaw. This work continued until midnight, and the Grand Magister still had no clue.

But she did detect a hint of hidden void breath in the staff, which only increased Elisande's pressure.

The incident before her was most likely a smoke bomb released by Blake, just to intimidate her from using this space holy object for large-scale teleportation. The reason was also very simple.

If the pirates really did something, at the important moment when she and the Sun King faced off during today's war, Black could have detonated what he called a "trap" to severely damage the Grand Magister.

However, the pirates did not do that, which seemed to mean that Blake was just "shooting the cannon".

But the embarrassing thing is that thanks to the "good reputation" of the stinky pirate, Elisande, who has always been steady in doing things, really doesn't dare to gamble on such a life-threatening matter.

What if it's true?

Right?

"If you don't want to teleport, don't teleport. Anyway, Suramar's elite legions are already here, and the withered ones have been released."

The depressed Grand Magister walked out of the tent alone with her staff at midnight, wanting to take a walk around the scenic Yangfan Port, but within a few steps, she saw the statues erected in some corners of the huge pier.

Each of those statues was carved with crazy techniques into very exquisite and weird shapes, like bird-men with wings, and each one was very slender and had a curved body.

With a humanoid body, wings connected to the arms, and a strange tail like a scale dragon on the back, the curve of the body seems to be that of a woman, but Elisande has never seen it in the elven culture or in the world. Such a weird creature.

This is probably not a real thing, but a strange custom used by the Quel'dorei elves.

At first glance, these sculptures look weird, but if you look closely, you can find the unique beauty of coexisting strength and agility in these sculptures. Next to some female "bird-man" sculptures, there are also very beautifully carved stone animals. .

It has a nose like a dog, a body like a bear, and a posture like a wolf. It is covered in armor painted in blood red. Each of its postures is terrifying and majestic. It is probably used by the Quel'dorei elves to deter evil spirits.

As the Grand Magister of Queen Azshara, Elisande has very high artistic taste.

Her attention was attracted by these stone statues. After admiring them carefully for several minutes, she kept nodding her head to show her recognition of the superb carving techniques of these stone statues.

"I love these sculptures."

The Grand Magister reached out and touched the arm of a birdman, and she said:

"When I complete the conquest of Kui Island, I will take a few sculptures like this back to decorate my palace. They are really good works of art. I just don't know what you represent in the culture of the white-skinned elves?

guard?

Or surveillance?

Alas, the Quel'dorei's cultural customs are still strange, completely different from us, the Children of the Night. But this proves that they are by no means the orthodox descendants of the Elf Empire.

I have never seen such a statue in Azshara's palace. Haha, maybe it's the culture that the dirty white-skinned people who have been hybridizing with humans for a long time learned from human monkeys.

Just like the barbaric creations of the trolls, it has a really exotic feel. "

With such emotion, Elisande turned and walked towards the shore of the pier, preparing to blow the night breeze to calm herself down.

But the Grand Magister didn't notice that the moment she turned around, the "Birdman Sculpture" that she had touched all over his body suddenly blinked.

The stone face showed an expression of disdain and discomfort.

The assassin of the Stone Legion was also helpless. She maintained the standard stone statue lurking state, but she kept complaining crazily in her heart:

Are the women in this material world sick?

I've been lurking here for less than three hours, and more than seven or eight people came to touch me, even my tail. Damn it, my skin is so shiny from being touched by you, you bastard!

After General Carl and the Earl give the order to kill you, I will chop you to death one by one!

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"The Sun King has sent a messenger, boss."

On the Magister's Platform at the highest point of Kui Island, Blake had just finished an elf-style dinner. He was walking around on the gorgeous platform with a wine glass to eat when he heard someone calling him from behind.

The pirate looked back and saw the stupid little Xingxing running over with a letter in his hand and shouting.

She said to Blake:

"Anastarian surrendered to us, Captain Bad, and he was willing to pay us in exchange for our release of Quel'dorei reinforcements on the coast from Sunstrider to Que."

"What do you mean by being submissive?"

Blake didn't even look at the letter. He curled his lips and said:

"This is called compromise at best!

The old Sun King really wants to give in, now it's time to open the Sunwell and invite us to station in it to help defend. He is obviously still wary of us as a third party. Hey, he is worthy of being a king.

Speaking of which, who is the person who led the team from Quel'Thalas Peninsula to support Kui Island? "

"It seems to be the Silver Moon Ranger General Alleria and the Archmages of the Silver Moon Council. I heard from Anne who went to attack Silver Moon City that the Knights of the Silver Hand also sent people to support them."

The little star with a black eye patch took out a candy from his pocket and threw it into his mouth. He chewed it loudly and then said to Blake with his hands on his hips:

"I heard that a large army has been assembled in Stratholme. The human kingdom is sending people to support the elves. The leader is said to be a human marshal named Gatheris."

"Hey, handsome Canadian, I didn't expect that this hopeless racist would one day serve as a peacekeeper."

Blake didn't know what he was thinking of. He held his stomach and laughed. Little Xingxing looked at him with a confused look on his face, seriously doubting whether Blake was out of his mind.

But the foolish blue dragon cannot understand the joy of the prophet.

After more than ten seconds, Blake stopped smiling. He looked at the moonlight above his head, took a sip of wine elegantly, waved his hands and said:

"Then write back to the Sun King, make a big deal, and ask Silver Moon Harry to release the blockade of Sun Chaser Island. If our elf friends need to cross the sea, we can also use our ship to send them to Kui. Island fight.

But one person charges thirty gold coins for shipping!

Not even one less copper coin will do!

If they don't plan to use our boat, then let them strip naked and swim to Kui Island. After all, the endless sea is not covered, right? "

"Captain, you are so dark!"

Little Star complained:

"You are trying to drain every penny out of their pockets. I think this is really evil."

These words made the stinky pirate glance at the indignant little Xingxing. He rolled his eyes and said in a long voice:

"You use your Thunder God Throne to do this yourself, and you will receive one-tenth of the tolls received."

"Ah this."

The idiot Blue Dragon's big eyes suddenly turned into money-shaped haloes. She coughed twice and said:

"I'm not telling you, captain, you are too inconsiderate of the brothers' hard work. It's very tiring to transport troops back and forth! How can thirty gold coins be enough to soothe the brothers' mental pressure?

I suggest charging fifty gold coins per person."

"Be bold! One hundred per person."

The pirate said quietly.

Little Xingxing nodded sharply, turned around, adjusted his pirate uniform, and walked out of the platform majestically.

Blake looked helpless for a while.

Alas, how pure little Xingxing was back then. She only wanted to learn magic knowledge from Dean Lan Yue. How come she has become like this now?

Does this have something to do with yourself?

No way, right?

With this complicated mood, the smelly pirate took another sip of wine, wiped his lips, and casually threw the luxurious and gorgeous crystal wine glass in his hand into the deep darkness outside the platform in the same way as a throwing knife.

The wine bottle broke through the speed of sound the moment it was released, roaring and hitting the guy hiding in the air. However, it did not hit the eye, but was easily grasped by a finger with silver gauntlets in the shining moonlight.

As the moonlight danced, Tyrande Windspeaker, who was rarely seen wearing a battle armor dress instead of a Moon Priest robe, appeared in front of Blake. Of course, the Moon Priest couldn't fly without wings, so he carried her here. , a weird moon-winged owl with horns.

The pirate could tell at a glance that it was the flying form of the Archdruid.

A certain great druid was so beloved by nature that even his flying form was different from other druids. It was no longer the storm crow form, but the gorgeous "moon wings" that were like a mixture of an owl and a large raptor in front of him. "The shape is gone.

"Tsk, tsk, I thought who was peeping at my handsome face, but I didn't expect it to be the High Priest of the Moon and her beloved druid pet."

Blake stood by the platform and bowed to the two people in front of him with an ancient elf etiquette. He said:

"What kind of wind brought two such big figures to the battlefield where the white-skinned elves and the black-skinned elves are fighting? Let me guess, you are here to be the neutral mediators?

Probably you think that everyone is an elf and there is nothing that we cannot sit down and talk about.

Gee, this is really the wishful thinking of a pacifist. Seeing you reminds me of those children who were born in a peaceful era. Well, no offense to you two.

Come, come, come and sit, let's have a good talk under the moonlight.

I know you're going to offer me a naive deal, and I'm going to turn you down. "

Having said this, the stinky pirate shrugged, snapped his fingers, and a silver-gray crescent moon appeared behind his head, which was almost exactly the same as the Lunar emblem on Tyrande's forehead.

In that holy light, the smelly pirate coughed twice and said:

"This can be regarded as a meeting chosen by the two moon gods. Don't worry, my priestess, I will choose the wording of rejection carefully and will not embarrass you too much."