Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 305 14. Return to the Broken Islands——[1935]

(Additional update [4/5] for the sake of the plain-faced and Qingguo brothers)

"Jaina Proudmoore, what a lovely little girl."

By the window on the second floor of the Violet Castle, Fenner took off her battle helmet and shook her long golden hair, which was exactly the same as little Gianna's, in the sunlight.

She watched as the little mage disappeared into the street in front of the castle, holding an ice staff that was taller than her, wearing a cloak and rubbing his head.

The emotion in the half-elf's eyes could not fade for a long time.

This little girl is the second Proudmoore she has come into contact with.

It's much better than the meeting scene with the first stinky pirate.

The pendant around her neck, Fenna saw clearly just now, had traces of dragon fire burns on it. It was not her family pendant, it should have been given to her by Black.

There must have been meetings between the two people.

But based on Fenner's understanding of her brother, it is very possible that little Gianna didn't even know that the person who gave her the pendant was Drake himself.

This is a good thing.

With the pirate's current identity, if he really confessed, it would add a lot of unnecessary psychological burden to this little girl who is still in the early stages of her life.

"What's wrong with you? You have to become a pirate? You know very well that your country has a tradition of hunting pirates."

Fenner shook her head and complained softly.

She put her war helmet on her head, turned around and strode up to the castle. She exuded a cold aura that kept no one close to her, and asked some mages she met along the way to take the initiative to clear the way for her.

After Blake injected that ray of divine power from Tyr, the Lord of Order, into Fenna's body, some strange changes occurred in the half-elf.

Not just the body.

There has also been a change in momentum, and something similar to "Dragon Power" has even been formed.

Fenner didn't know whether this change was temporary or permanent.

Coupled with the entanglement in her heart about many issues, she had to go back to her hometown immediately to have a good talk with her mother, a spell caster.

"Arch Mage Ansrem, I want to use the portal to Silvermoon City."

Fenna came to the castle hall and made a direct request to Archmage Ansrem Ruinvivor, who was handling affairs in Dalaran City.

The Archmage did not refuse.

After all, the magic portal leading to Silvermoon City was built with the help of the high elves, and the Golden Sword family also has many connections in the Silvermoon Council. This request is not too much, both emotionally and rationally.

"I will instruct the mages in the teleportation hall to prepare the teleportation gate for you, Ms. Fenner."

Archmage Ansrem looks a little haggard now, and even has dark circles under his eyes. In addition to the busy affairs in Dalaran City, perhaps part of the reason is because of his really troublesome daughter. .

He held the Archmage's staff and said to Fenna:

"Because supplies need to be deployed centrally after the war, it may take some time to prepare the portal."

"It's okay, Archmage, I can wait."

Fenna replied with the decisive tone that a warrior should have. She turned around and was about to leave the hall and go to the teleportation hall to wait. However, after taking a few steps, she heard the Archmage's request to stay behind her.

"Wait a moment, Ms. Fenner."

As if an idea suddenly came to Archmage Ansrem Ruinvivor, he stepped forward with his staff and whispered to Fenna:

"I heard that the Golden Sword family you are from is a magical family that has been passed down for thousands of years in Silver Moon City?"

"Well, the family inheritance does last for more than a thousand years."

Fenner smiled and replied:

"But this is not uncommon in Quel'Thalas. Archmages and high elves have long lifespans. As long as a mage family has a little bit of magic talent, it can be called a 'thousand-year family'.

Our Jinjian family is not conspicuous among them, we are just a small ethnic group. "

"Actually, I have a very personal request. I hope Ms. Fenner can help me."

The Archmage whispered:

"My daughter Caitlin is also gifted with magic, but she didn't like magic since she was a child. Maybe it's because of something wrong with my education method.

I would like to ask Ms. Fenner as a guide to take my ignorant daughter to Silvermoon City for a tour.

Perhaps, after she sees with her own eyes the spellcasting art of the high elves and the thousand-year city you created with magic, she will rekindle her interest in the path of magic.

I know this is rude.

But when it comes to my daughter’s life choices, I have to be more cautious. Please rest assured that I will pay you enough for this trip. "

"Is that so?"

Fenna nodded. She could feel the care of the old father beside her for her daughter, as well as the pain and helplessness that he and his daughter were unable to communicate well.

This made the very emotional half-elf immediately jump into his own "unique" way of thinking.

His younger brother Blake was so rebellious that after his resurrection, he abandoned Dailin and became a pirate. She also has such a weird, withdrawn and annoying personality, which must be caused by Dai Lin's failed family education.

Children who are not cared for will become monsters when they grow up.

He could no longer help his brother change his character, and Blake was basically hopeless. But now, there is still a chance that the Archmage's daughter can be saved.

"Don't worry, Archmage, I will help."

Fenner answered simply and neatly:

"There is no need for compensation. I have lived in Dalaran for many years, and this city has left me many beautiful memories. This time, I regard it as my return of this kindness.

Please prepare your daughter. I will take her to Silvermoon City and bring her back safely the next time I return to Dalaran. "

"That's great."

The Archmage, who was worried about his daughter's future, was so moved when he heard Fenna's decisive help that he personally sent Fenna to the teleportation hall.

He went back to his mage tower to prepare his unruly daughter for operation.

Fenna, who was waiting in the teleport hall for the teleport gate to be prepared, had nothing to do, so she took out a knight novel she had just bought on the streets of Dalaran from her luggage.

I opened the title page and started reading, and then I was quickly immersed in the vulgar story.

This story is quite old-fashioned. It tells the story of a high elf who voluntarily embraced death for the sake of his country and his family, became a demon king, and then led an army of ghosts to save the world.

But these down-and-out mages of Dalaran really dared to write, and even used Ms. Alleria as the heroine, and there were many explicit descriptions.

The most terrible thing is that the hero of the story is Ms. Alleria's nominal brother.

this.

"This, this, this. This is so taboo! How can this be done between brothers and sisters!"

The innocent Miss Fenner's face was filled with blushes. While criticizing this vulgar plot, she turned the pages faster with a critical attitude.

"Huh? The back is gone?"

The half-elf female warrior was reading the key plot, but found that the story behind it was interrupted. She suddenly became angry and glanced at the author's address at the back of the novel, and then at the portal being prepared.

She grabbed her heavy sword and rushed out of the teleportation hall.

Ten minutes later, with a few follow-up manuscripts that had just been written but not yet printed, I returned to the hall with satisfaction and continued to immerse myself in the vulgar stories.

Alas, this elf is hopeless.

——

On the endless sea, a fleet is sailing under the sun.

Its composition is quite strange, with four human-style merchant ships guarding a very large troll-style ship, and a small Vrykul raiding ship at the rear, hiding in the shadow of the giant troll ship.

The one leading the way was a keel ghost ship whose cold and evil aura was difficult to dissipate even under the sun.

This fleet does not fly under the pirate flag, but it can be seen that they have sufficient personnel. There are no less than a thousand sailors on the four merchant ships alone, and the composition is very mixed.

Humans, orcs, trolls, foxmen and snakemen.

The troll ship was even more exaggerated. A large group of fox people were holding their alpacas on the deck to bask in the sun. There were also twenty-eight goblin-style aircraft fixed around the huge deck.

Five goblins were leading a group of foxmen to perform maintenance on the aircraft.

There were originally thirty aircraft, but two crashed during training. Goblin engineers set up a temporary laboratory in the lower deck of the Alpaca to try to repair it.

But the stupid apprentice broke the plane so much that it would be difficult to repair.

"Ahem"

In the captain's cabin of the Nagfar, which was piloting ahead, Blake, who was looking at the chart, suddenly coughed twice. He seemed to have some weird perception, as if something related to him was happening in a distant place.

But this feeling goes as quickly as it comes.

"Captain, we're off course!"

The pirate dragon Sephiel appeared beside Blake with a loud shout, and the first mate shouted like the end of the world:

"This route is not the one we took last time. If this continues, we won't be able to reach Azsuna. Please correct the route quickly."

"Who said we were going to Azsuna?"

Blake glanced at his first mate, who knew nothing about navigation. He pointed to the chart in front of him and said:

"We will go to the Broken Shore first, stay there for five to seven days, and then sail west along the coast of the Broken Islands to Azsuna. Don't worry, I chose this route specially.

The Nagfar did not yaw. "

"What are you doing on the Broken Shore?"

Sephiel crossed his arms and pouted and said:

"The Tomb of Sargeras is now closed again. Ms. Aegwynn must have entrusted Old Merry to come and see it in person. With your spellcasting ability, you can't open the seal set by the lich at all.

Apart from the tomb of the gods, there was nothing else worthy of attention on the beach.

Where are we going?

Blow the sea breeze? "

"There is nothing on the Broken Shore, but there is in the strait on the other side."

Blake rubbed his head and said to Sephiel:

"Can you use your brain? Didn't I tell you before? Our fleet lacks spell casters, so before going to Azsuna, I must first add some spell casters.

Let me ask you, apart from the druids of Quel'Thalas, Dalaran and Cenarion, where is the largest group of spellcasters in Azeroth now? "

"Uh, let me think."

Seifer raised his head, put his left finger to his lips, poked his face, and said:

"Those crazy Sindra elves in Elre'Thalas? The Loa priests of Zandalar? Or the blue dragonflight of Kaudala? Ah, I know!

You're going to Suramar to capture the shal'dorei elves!

That place is in the channel across from Broken Shore. Are you crazy? Captain, let me touch you quickly. Do you have a fever? "

The pirate dragon stretched out his hand and really wanted to put it on Blake's forehead, but the pirate pushed it away with a look of disgust.

He leaned back on his chair, took out his skull flask, took a sip of wine, and said:

"I'm not crazy, I'm quite sane. Ah, that annoying sound!

That little fool threw his damn crabs and his damn croaking pirates into the sea. The sound of them shouting on the deck drove me crazy! "

When Blake heard the cheers of the fish people coming from outside the cabin, he suddenly lost his temper. He opened the window and smashed the wine bottle next to him, and it landed on the deck with a thud.

Soon, the fish people stopped shouting.

This allowed Blake to finally gain precious peace.

He turned to look at Sephiel with a strange expression, coughed and said:

"Going back to the topic just now, of course I know how powerful the Nightborne Shal'dorei are. At this time, even if we move the spellcasters from Quel'Thalas and Dalaran together, we can't blast away their Su. The magic barrier of Rama City.

After all, it is the Dark Night Well that supplies energy.

It's a serious Titan artifact, but there's no need for us to invade Suramar City, right? In the ruins of Meredel and Flanar, there are many exiled withers and magic addicts.

I don’t want much, just a few dozen is enough.

Moreover."

The pirate narrowed his eyes and recalled the map and defenses of Suramar City in the game. He said:

"The Nightwell's magic shield does not entirely cover Suramar City. On the eastern strait, there is a large manor just outside the shield. If I remember correctly, it should be the chief arcanist's manor. .

Um.

We take an opportunity to rush in, plunder, and then head towards Azsuna. The Nightborne elves don't dare to chase us out. They are all a bunch of cowards.

Oh, right.

After we dock in a few days, remember to invite Windrunner’s mother over.

You must show her the interesting things over there in Suramar. Believe me, after reading it, she will definitely collapse and maybe cry.

Tsk tsk tsk, I really look forward to seeing that scene. "

"I don't believe that Windrunner has a will as strong as steel, I"

"Ha, you have a different opinion. Dear Sephiel, do you want to make a bet? A bet of ten gold coins, do you want to play or not?"