Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 306 15. Elf control. Innocent children and dirty scum——[2035]

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

Five days later, the undead fleet docked on the Broken Shore.

"Ah, I'm back to the place where we fought. I hacked the orcs to death next to that rock. Look, the bones are still there. It looks like they were almost eaten by the demon hounds. It's really miserable.

Well, the stone bridge is still there, and a very powerful orc assassin was killed on it. "

Black took his loyal followers off the ship, walked along the deserted Broken Beach, and finally camped temporarily on a flat land on the beach.

There is no need for a large camp. The Alpaca is the best "sea hotel" for the undead pirates. They only need to build a temporary camping site on the coast that is large enough to live in.

Anyway, the captain said, he won't stay here for long.

"There, that is the Tomb of Sargeras."

The archmage Ghost Elan on the Nag'far also disembarked. As soon as this old scholar-like spellcaster arrived at the Broken Shore, he noticed the Tomb of the Gods standing on the other side of the coast.

There was an eager look on his face, but Blake didn't dare let him go.

"We'll have to study it for next time. There are many high-level demons in there, and it will be very troublesome if any one of them breaks out."

The pirate dissuaded Elam:

"Although Old Meili must have come to strengthen the seal, you are in a special situation after all, so it is better to be more stable."

"Um."

Elan looked regretful.

He also knew that he was in a special situation. It was okay on the Nagfar. The ghost ship could temporarily restore some combat effectiveness, but once he was separated from the hull, he would become quite weak.

After all, it is not a complete spirit body, but a shadow shaped by Medivh using magic power, which is very similar to the weird ghosts of the Council of Tirisfal.

"Now, after more than ten days at sea, everyone was tired, so we rested in groups and camped here for five days."

Blake stood on a rock and shouted to the captains below:

"Eudora is responsible for the order of this camp and must ensure that it can set sail at any time.

Annie, and Maim, go pick some elite sailors. It doesn't matter whether they can fight or not. They should be smart, courageous, sharp-eyed, and able to control their hands.

A hundred or so people were enough, and they all gathered on the deck of the Nagfar.

Evil Eye, Zarak and Slender Boy, prepare soul stones. The more you prepare, the better.

Grayson, get your ship in shape, I need it to be in top shape and have your ghost sailors ready with ropes to tie people up with. "

A series of orders were issued, and the leaders immediately dispersed to prepare.

Next to Blake, Ms. Natalie, the ship's doctor who usually wears a black cloak, looked around at the deserted and evil-filled beach in front of her. She asked in a low voice:

"There's nothing here worth fighting for, so where are you going to take the elite?"

"There!"

The pirate turned, from this high point, and pointed north.

Natalie looked in the direction of Blake's finger. At the far end of the line of sight to the north of Broken Beach, there was a strange purple light looming in the large sea fog.

It was like an eggshell made of light, or like a wall of flowing light, covering everything at the end of the coast.

"Hurry up and seize the time to confess for your soul in advance, and pray for me a little by the way, Natalie."

Blake lit his dwarf pipe, sat on the stone and said sarcastic words:

"We are going to do the 'slave trade' business soon.

According to the rules of the Holy Light Church, those who do such evil things will go to hell. If you can't pass the test in your heart, don't go there for a while and stay here. "

"Slave trade?"

The former archbishop's expression changed a bit. This was indeed a terrible sin.

But she understood this stinky pirate's ability to lie without blinking an eye. From the bottom of her heart, she didn't think Blake would do such a thing, so she asked again:

"Tell me clearly, what exactly are you going to do?"

"It's really a slave trade."

The pirate spread his hands, blew out a smoke ring, and said:

"But the people being trafficked are not humans, but elves."

"Elf? Which elf can you sell?"

The archbishop was even more confused.

Next to him, Hal, the fisherman, who was carrying a fishing rod and following his good friend Nat Pagle to the coast of Broken Shore in search of fishing spots, suddenly straightened his eyes after vaguely hearing the word "elf".

He grabbed Nat, who was humming a song and wanted to show off his skills in fishing in this strange place, and whispered a few words to him.

Nat obviously didn't want to go, and his face was very hesitant.

Hal begged and made a wish, and finally Nat reluctantly agreed. The two fishermen sneaked back and found Captain Anne Bonn who was selecting people on the Alpaca.

He bribed the female pirate with a few rare gold pearls, and then was incorporated into the vanguard.

Well, during this process, something seemed to have happened to Captain Anne's subordinates. It was said that an old sea dog had a big quarrel with his wife because of "elves" or something.

Of course, Commander Blake Shaw will definitely not care about such a trivial matter.

An hour later, the Nag'far, filled with people, set sail again, and, escorted by Ghost Captain Grayson's Vrykul raiding ship, quickly sailed towards the strait north of the Broken Shore.

——

Suramar, a famous city in the ancient elven empire, was one of the most prosperous areas in Azeroth 10,000 years ago.

This place is called the "Pearl of the Elf Empire" and is said to be Queen Azshara's favorite place besides Zin-Azshari. It is said that red maple trees were planted all over the mountains and fields here. In autumn, the entire area will be covered with a new layer of fiery red makeup.

That is His Majesty's favorite scenery, the "Light of Lights."

Well, that's right, it's the kind of magic maple tree planted in Quel'Thalas. Just think of this place as another larger, more gorgeous Eversong Forest.

But these are the scenery 10,000 years ago.

At the end of the War of the Ancients, the Great Explosion of the Well of Eternity destroyed the entire elven empire, shattering the elven cities along with the earth, resulting in elven ruins now covering all parts of Azeroth.

Even in inaccessible places like Vashj'ir, there are huge ancient elven ruins.

Suramar was also shaped into a different appearance in the Catastrophe, but this city was much luckier than other elven cities. It was able to survive the disaster and still maintained the charm of 10,000 years ago.

The endless wilderness of Suramar is also covered with various abandoned elven ruins.

This place no longer has the prosperity of the past. A group of undead pirates who landed from the Great Rift Valley in the southwest of this magical abandoned land are exploring inland.

They were led by Captain Blake's chief hunter, Sir Attumen, who rode a fine BMW horse. They were one of the five advance teams sent ashore by Blake to "inquiry about the military situation."

There were not many of them, thirty of them, all equipped with weapons and riding on skeleton horses that could scare people to death.

Hal, who was wearing a cloak, looked very excited.

He grabbed the horse's reins, carrying a sword slanted behind him, pointing at the super giant city wrapped in purple light in the distance, and excitedly said to his friend Nat Pagle:

"Nat, look! That's the city of Suramar! The captain said that there are millions of elves living in that city! Millions!"

"Why are you so excited?"

Nat yawned loudly. Not being able to fish made the fisherman very uncomfortable and he couldn't cheer up for anything. He was riding on a docile bone war horse, looking left and right.

Hal said to the man next to him who looked amused and had a kind of nymphomaniac smile:

"The captain also said that the magic covering the city cannot be opened at all now. Even if we pull all the mages from Dalaran over and bombard it with magic for a month, they still can't open it.

People inside can't get out, and people outside can't get in.

So, what if there are millions of elves living there? Hal, you still can’t do anything.”

"one!"

Hal raised a finger and said firmly:

"There are millions of elves on this land, and I only need one, Nat, do you understand? This is the closest I have been to my life dream since I was a child.

I just need an elf who is willing to marry me!

No, no, no, you don’t have to marry me, you just need to be able to date me for a while. "

"You are only dreaming, my friend."

Nat rubbed his head with a headache on his face. He tried to persuade Hal, who was a little confused, to stay calm. However, seeing the excitement on his good friend's face, the fisherman's persuasion was too much to say.

After all, the reason why Hal is able to live as a commoner and have a wild dream of "wanting to marry an elf" is inseparable from the "teaching by words and deeds" he has received since childhood.

He is also responsible for Hal becoming what he is now.

"Okay, I'll help you find it."

Nat pulled up his hood and said without confidence:

"The captain said that the elves in that city would occasionally exile some prisoners to this wilderness. If you are lucky, you can find one or two who are still alive.

He also said, what should we be careful about? The withered one? Hal? "

Nat's question went unanswered.

He turned around and saw that Hal was already having a heated fight with a sneaky bald pirate next to him. The guy was wearing a pretentious red elf acolyte robe, with a dagger hanging from his waist and a crystal ball in his horse pocket.

Dressed like a spellcaster.

He looked proud, but very artificial, obviously pretending, and when Hal was whispering, Nat strained his ears to listen.

"Friend, I just heard the conversation between you and your partner. You are a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. I didn't expect that you are also a 'elf control'. You are really a kindred spirit."

The pirate rubbed his hands and said in a very obscene manner:

"I also heard that there are elves here, so I took the risk to join this expedition. But I just don't know if the elves here are high elves."

"Huh? Are elves still classified?"

Hal immediately "humbly asked for advice." When the red pirate heard this question, he immediately put on an expert look, coughed a few times, and explained to Hal:

"Of course! There are many types of elves. When I was a pirate in the North Sea, I once went to Crystalsong Forest to hunt for treasure, and I saw night elves who turned into ghosts.

Their names are the Kaldorei.

The skin is purple and the ears are long and pointed.

The elves in the eastern kingdom of Quel'Thalas call themselves high elves. Their names are Quel'dorei. They have very white skin, great figures, and are very charming. I like them the most.

It is said that there is also a kind of elf called the Highborne. I have never seen it, but I heard from my colleagues that I can occasionally see it in the forests of Kalimdor.

Their skin is the whitest and the most arrogant.

It is said that they caused the ancient war ten thousand years ago. "

Having said this, the pirate "elf expert" rubbed his chin and said with some expectation:

"I don't know what the elves here look like, but I heard that they lived ten thousand years ago and are probably high-class elves.

White and tender, if you can catch one...hehehe. "

At the end of these words, the pirate let out a burst of obscene laughter, which made Hal's skin crawl.

The simple fisherman felt that this guy was not a good person, so he immediately stayed away from him and returned to Nat.

This gave me some sense of security.

Although Nat is not more powerful than him, and Nat's arms do not have as many muscles as him, Hal has been hanging out with Nat since he was a child. He knows that Nat has the ability to "predict dreams" and he feels safe with his good friends. Full.

"What? Do you dislike your 'new friend'?"

Nat snorted, glared at the red pirate who was still infatuated, and whispered to Hal:

"Stay away from that guy. When I was fishing with Marsh's first mate, I heard her talk about this guy before. His name is Silver Moon Harry. He already has a wife, but he is addicted to high elves and can't help himself.

He forced his wife to wear an elf mask, otherwise he would refuse to talk to his wife. She seemed to have some weird habits.

That's a real scumbag. "

"I'm different from him!"

Hal hurriedly defended:

"Nat, you know me. If I can find an elf wife, I will treat her wholeheartedly. Elves can live so long, and I don't ask for a relationship, as long as we can have a relationship."

"Okay, no need to explain, I know who you are, otherwise I wouldn't make friends with you."

Nat Pagle waved his hand. He looked around at the ruins. After a few seconds, he rubbed his chin and said:

"Hey, I seem to have dreamed about this place. The surrounding environment is exactly the same. I dreamed that a group of weird elves gathered here to discuss resistance to a tyrant called the 'Great Magister'.

There was a tree where they were, a very gorgeous, very mysterious tree called Arcandor.

The entrance is right there! "

The fisherman patted Hal on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow.

Hal glanced at the scattered advance team members beside him, grabbed the sword behind his back, followed his good friend, and walked towards the path under the ruins.

The innocent fisherman's heart beat loudly.

Oh, God, please, just today, satisfy the wild fantasy of a poor fisherman.