Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The area of ​​the Broken Islands is still very large. According to Blake's experience here twice, this large island can be regarded as a small piece of land.

Its area is twice as large as the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Of course, it is divided into several regions and is occupied by different forces.

In this lonely place outside the realm of civilization, there are many strange creatures living there.

For example, when the Alpaca sailed to the westernmost land of the Broken Islands, it encountered some strange tauren with antlers on their heads on the coastline.

They drove their boats and sailed along the coast, like a group of travelers.

This was probably the first time I saw weird outsiders like humans, orcs, fox-men, trolls, and snake-men.

The group of brave, or ignorant, tauren travelers also took the initiative to approach the Alpaca, wanting to show their goodwill.

The result is of course tragic.

The six tauren in this traveling team were swarmed by pirates, tied up, dragged aboard, and became prisoners of the undead pirates.

This group of inexperienced guys under Black's command, except for the North Sea pirates who had seen the Minotaur before, it was the first time for everyone else to see this strange race that was 2.5 meters tall, weighed about 800 pounds, and was the same as a little giant.

The very short vixen does not even reach the tauren's knees.

Eudora and her tribe looked at the six upright bulls who were tied to the mast and sitting cross-legged with fearful eyes, all twice as tall as her.

The fox quartermaster compared the height and weight between the following two people and came to a very sad conclusion.

These tauren, with reindeer antlers on their heads and big bull faces, could probably crush a fox man to death with one hoof.

"Hey, why are these tauren different from the ones I've seen?"

The noise on the deck soon aroused the curiosity of the goblin engineer Fuslag. The goblin squeezed into the crowd waving a wrench, glanced at the mast, and shouted:

“Why are their horns like this?

The tauren in the Desolate Land should have horns. Could this tauren with reindeer horns be a freak born from some perverted tauren and his domesticated deer? "

Goblins.

It's understandable to speak vulgarly.

But his question was destined to be answered by no one. The pirates here were all unlearned, and only a few old North Sea sea dogs knew a little bit of Tauren language.

But the North Sea pirates actually speak not the orthodox Tauren language, but the language of the yak people in Northrend.

The two races look very similar and indeed come from the same origin.

But they have long been separated by geography and have become two different races.

Naturally, the languages ​​cannot be communicated with each other.

As for the Kalimdor tauren language that the goblin Forthrag learned when he was doing business with the tauren in Desolation when he was young, it is even more unlikely that the six Broken Islands tauren in front of him can understand it.

This noisy discussion ended only after attracting the noble daughter of the Son of the Night, Anarris Yuejun, who was having lunch on the boat.

"This is the Highmountain Tauren. When I was hunting outside Suramar, I occasionally met their hunters."

The great noble Anares will be wearing a set of human pirate clothes, which she exchanged for her jewelry pendant from the tattooed female Marci.

He also changed himself into a nice sailor's knife and hung it on his waist. He was dressed like a pirate.

This very scheming female elf used the half-baked human language she had just learned to introduce to the surrounding pirates:

"The Highmountain is just north of Suramar. It is the highest place on the island. There are five tribes living there. The Highmountain Tauren are very united and let them go quickly.

Otherwise they will send the Eagle Knight to take revenge. "

"It's better to come."

Eudora, who was envious of the tauren's good physique, put her hands on her hips and shouted:

"They will be captured as prisoners when they come. Besides, the captain has to decide whether to release them. Yuejun, will you speak their words? Persuade them to surrender and ask them to join us."

"I only know a few words."

Anares waved her hand modestly, but seeing her talent in learning human language in two days, this elf can definitely speak the language of the Highmountain Tauren.

She received an aristocratic education since she was a child, and linguistics was also part of it.

The cunning elf leaned down and said to Eudora, who was waving his tail:

"But if Captain Eudora appoints me as the first mate of the Alpaca, I can try to help you persuade them to surrender. Highmountain tauren are also very adventurous. If you use the right method, they are actually easy to coax.

These bulls are very honest and honest. "

"The first mate can't do that."

But fox people are also very cunning.

Eudora glanced at the female elf in front of her who was still wearing perfume. She wagged her tail and said:

"How many days have you been on the ship? If you are asked to be the first mate now, others will be unconvinced, but if you can persuade these six tauren to join us, I can consider giving you the status of 'captain's advisor' .

I can't guarantee that on other ships.

On my ship, you don’t have to worry about someone bullying you or doing something bad to you. Someone tried to get into your room last night and you discovered it, right? "

"Okay, I accept this position."

Anares snorted and did not answer the little fox-man's malicious question. She adjusted the pirate turban on her head and walked towards the six roaring and struggling Highmountain Tauren travelers in front of her.

At the same time as the Alpaca persuaded them to surrender, in front of the fleet, on the coast of the waters near Azsuna, the Nagfar, which had come in advance, surfaced in the sun.

The sight of the black keel ghost ship squeezing through the water and appearing on the sea amidst the tremors of the waves was a feast for the eyes of a group of ancestral turtles waiting on the shore.

They had heard the stories about the Naqfar and the Undead Pirates from their compatriots, and they had not believed it before, but now after seeing this ghost ship with their own eyes, the turtles finally believed it.

Several turtle men took out scrolls to record today's story.

This may be a turning point in the history of the ancestor tortoise group.

"Ha, Turtle Man! What a familiar friend. More than a hundred years ago, when I was traveling across the South China Sea, I also dealt with you. I was deceived by you many times. You are all a bunch of damn profiteers."

Grayson's Vrykul raiding ship will serve as a transport boat, transporting its commander and the ship's doctor to the coast.

This rude ghost pirate with a dark blue body stepped on the side of the ship with his left foot. When he docked, he yelled and made rude gestures to the ancestor turtles in front of him.

His ghost crew members looked at the turtle man in front of them curiously.

The North Sea is a place that the Archeopteryx rarely touches. The climate there is too cold and is not suitable for the Archeopteryx to stay for a long time. Therefore, the Beihai fanatics have never seen such a strange creature as the Ancestral Turtle before.

"boom"

Several ghost pirates worked together to lower the planks of the ship and set it up on the beach.

He prepared for his commander's landing in a very stupid manner. Black, who was wearing a pirate king suit, ignored them, put the little fish man on his shoulders, and strode onto the ship's deck.

Ms. Natalie, wearing a black trench coat, followed behind him.

"Don't pay attention to the rude remarks of my men, just think of them as a bunch of idiots."

The pirate walked up to the ancestor turtles waiting on the beach in front of him, and said to a turtle man who was dressed very similar to Kojo, except that he was a distinguished guest and his clothes were decorated with purple crystals:

"Are you Nora, the Scroll Sage? That coward Kojo didn't dare to come, and he didn't say anything when I asked him, but I doubt that Kojo owes you a debt of favor, or worse, a debt of love?"

"It's not as complicated as you think, pirate."

From the appearance, it is difficult to tell that the ancestral turtle Nora the Scroll Sage is a female turtle.

However, the contours of her face are indeed softer, and she will say in a voice that is obviously a woman's tone:

"There is just a little conflict between me and him. We were hatched from the same batch of eggs, but our relationship has never been good.

But you guys, why are you here so late?

I received the news from Kojo, and I have been waiting with my people in Azsuna for more than two months. "

"Something delayed me. Isn't this coming?"

Blake waved his hand, looked around at the desolate coast in front of him, and then looked at the mouth of the river not far away, estimated the depth of the river, shook his head regretfully and said:

"The Nagfar can't get in, let alone the Alpaca. It's estimated that only Grayson's ship can get in, and other ships will have to dock here along the coast."

"There is an abandoned temple to the south, on the hillside."

The ancestor turtle Nora pointed to the hillside on the south side and said to Blake:

"There is a bay over there where your fleet can dock, but the temple is occupied by a group of Nightborne Exiled Elves. They are making golems there, which is a bit difficult to deal with.

There is also a large ruin to the north, with nearly a thousand Nightborne elves inside, ruled by a madman named Aerys, who claims to be the prince of Suramar or something. "

"Exiles still want to be princes, no problem."

Blake laughed meaningfully and said:

"I will make him a real prince soon, the Shal'dorei Pirate Prince. Sounds great, right? Okay, let's stop talking nonsense. Have you found the hiding place of the Tidestone?"

"did not find."

Nora said in a candid tone that was not quite like the Ancestral Turtle:

"According to the information you gave us, we found the ruins of Narthalas Magic Academy in the inner lake of Azsuna. It was easy to find it, but we couldn't get in."

"Can't get in? No way."

Blake frowned and said:

"That place should be undefended now. There are many ghosts of dead upper elf arcanists inside. They are bound by the curse on this land and are not aggressive.

Why can't you get in? "

"Because of Naga."

The Ancestor Turtle Scroll Sage sighed and said to Black:

"Let's go to the territory first, and we'll talk as we walk."

"walk over?"

The pirate glanced at the short legs of the ancestor turtles, shook his head, whistled back, and shouted to the ghost captain who was drinking:

"Put your boat into the inland river. Don't waste time. Let's go by water."

"That area of ​​water is occupied by Naga, and your ship can't pass it."

Scroll Sage Nora knew from Black's eyes just now that the damn pirate was mocking the ancestor turtles for moving as slow as turtles, but he was right.

Nora could only explain to the pirates with a sense of dissatisfaction:

“When we first came here, there were only a few Nagas here.

They are afraid of Azsuna's curse and rarely come to this sea area. But maybe they found out we had made a camp here and came to attack us.

Those idiots didn't know how they angered the elves and ghosts in the ruins of the Magic Academy, causing those elves and ghosts to come out and fight with them.

Unable to defeat the ghost, Naga summoned the local fishmen and sea giants from the sea, and the war officially escalated.

Now the area around the inner lake has become a mess.

The passage leading to the depths of the Magic Academy was blocked by the elves and ghosts with magic. The exiles of the Children of the Night in the north saw the opportunity and wanted to take advantage.

They sent people to attack us, but we repelled them and took several prisoners.

I brought one over. "

Nora waved her paw, and immediately two fierce ancestral turtle guards holding halberds came over, dragging a skinny and unattractive Nightborne prisoner.

Throw the guy down at Blake's feet.

The latter probably hadn't sucked magic power for several days. Now he was so thirsty that he was in a daze, hugging his body and shivering. This was an addiction. If he didn't give him magic power, he would transform into a withered person.

"Um?"

Blake looked at the pitiful skinny Nightborne elf at his feet. He threw a reconnaissance up on it, and the identity information fed back made the pirate's eyes widen.

"Yo, it's you, tragic idiot."

The pirate kicked the Nightborne at his feet, picked up the Skull of Gul'dan, and placed it under his nostrils.

explain:

"Come on, take a sip. Then show me your traditional skills."

"I don't!"

This child of the night is strange.

Even though the magic power was right in front of him, he reached out and pushed it, shouting:

"I'm not like those freaks whose brains are burned out by magic! Put this tempting thing away! Stay away from me. Ah, this magic smells so good but I can't!"

"Snapped"

He slapped himself, gritted his teeth and shook his body and said:

"I'm not one of those magic addicts, ha! I'm not. My will is as strong as steel. Huh? I smell the magic wine.

Give me a drink!

Just take a sip. "

The guy opened his eyes, smelled the magic wine and raised his head, only to see the pirate's shining eyes.

"Hello, shameless Runas."

Blake shook the bottle in his hand and said to the embarrassed elf in front of him who was swallowing his saliva:

“Interested in working for me?”