Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The aura of the pirates when they appeared suppressed the ongoing brawl in the Violet Prison. There was a dead silence in the huge double-decker prison, but soon, the sound of joy came out.

"captain!"

Seeing Blake's appearance, the giant magician Zarak, who had been imprisoned here for many days, suddenly let out a cry of joy and loyalty. Under the stunned gaze of everyone, this good-for-nothing guy took a few steps forward and kneeled down gracefully. , stopped smoothly in front of Blake.

This guy actually started crying, shouting with runny nose and tears:

"I miss you so much, wuwuwu, I've been worried that you will be targeted by evil people outside. Without a loyal subordinate like me to protect you, what will you do if you are hurt?"

"Get up! If you're embarrassed, I'll hang you on the mast."

Black said in a cold voice with a sullen face.

Zarak, who was crying bitterly, instantly changed his serious expression and jumped up like the most loyal guard, guarding the captain with his head held high.

Well, if you ignore the comical bruises on his face, this majesty might be more realistic.

"captain!"

There were a few more calls, but not as exaggerated as Zalak's.

The warlocks who had been captured before quickly ran out of the crowd and gathered around Blake. The skinny boy Kanrezad was also very excited, but he performed much better than the shameless Zalak.

Several of Blake's disciples also performed well, except Anaris Yuejun.

This child of the night was carried here by Dakuru and the little girl Bijuka.

The mages in Dalaran don't know how to relieve or treat magic addiction, and there is no magic wine for sale here. After being imprisoned for so many days, the girl from Yue County almost turned into a withered spell.

With her body as thin as skin and bones and her arms trembling with arms folded, there is no trace of the grace that the eldest lady of the Yue County family should have.

"What a pitiful person."

Blake made a perfunctory comment, then took out a bottle of magic wine and handed it to the dwarf warlock Wilfred with a sinister eyebrow next to him. The latter hurriedly opened the lid and gave it to the unconscious Anares.

Judging from the nervous looks of the few guys around, it seems that the law of "three irons of life" is also valid in the magical world. After being imprisoned in the Violet Prison together for several days, these guys also established a friendship.

The warlock version of "friendship," of course.

"Go and get all your equipment back. It's a bit messy outside, and we'll have to do something for you later."

Blake threw the key he had just obtained to Zarak beside him, and pointed to the small compartment on the outside of the prison, where the prisoners' belongings were stored.

These guys who were sent in for fighting had all their equipment taken away when they entered the prison.

However, because the warlocks are all members of the mission of Narthalas Academy, the battle mages of Dalaran take good care of their equipment and do not "draw water" from it.

But there are others in the prison besides Black's bunch of incompetent subordinates.

While Zalak ran with his follower Bandakuru to get the equipment, the magic eyes on Blake's shoulders also looked at the chaotic scene in the prison hall in front of him.

Most of the young mages who were imprisoned for fighting had broken their cages. They gathered together and looked at Black vigilantly.

And through the broken door, they could also see the scene outside the prison.

The evil energy clouds and mist in the sky, the various demons roaring outside, the smoke of gunpowder and the pungent smell of sulfur in the air are all announcing a fact to these little mages who are "living every day like a year".

That is, the Magic City was attacked, and it was the most terrifying attack.

"Don't look at it. Get your things and leave quickly. You may want to take refuge in the barrier of Nathalas Academy. You may rush out bravely to fight the devil to the death. Or you may hide yourself in the sewer. good.

Those are the choices you will face next.

I have done my best to let you go. "

The pirate flicked his fingers and said to the young mages who were hostile to him:

"No one will stop you. I didn't come here specifically to look for you today. Don't worry, I will take revenge on my incompetent and useless subordinates.

In fact, I admire the way you Dalaran mages 'resolve' conflicts.

If there is a chance in the future, I will organize some kind of activity like the "Mage Boxing Championship" in the sewers of Dalaran, but that will happen in the future.

What I'm looking for now is them. "

Black's finger pointed to the other end of the hall. Compared with the unity of the young mages and the cunning of the Narthalas warlocks, the composition of the last batch of prisoners was very mixed, and they felt quite mixed.

These guys are the real "owners" of Violet Prison, the bastard scum who were imprisoned in the magic prison for various reasons.

Among them are human mages who study black magic, vicious murderers and robbers, cultists who believe in some weird powers, and thieves who steal in Dalaran.

There are also orc warlocks captured in the orc war and important war prisoners, as well as a big fat ogre.

That's all good. These guys at least have some personality.

The worst thing is some guys whose appearance is difficult to describe in specific words, such as a torrent water elemental who stays in a magic cage and wears ice blade armor.

For example, a huge void walker summoned from the twisted void by someone unknown, or called a shadow element.

The guy got out of the cage, but he didn't go anywhere else. He just stayed in front of his cage, muttering something in a weird language that no one could understand.

In addition to these two elemental creatures, Blake also "saw" a well-fed lava dog lying next to his "den".

Under its two terrifying heads, there remained the legs and hands of a few unlucky mortals.

The legendary beast that exists in the fire element gathering place or the fire source world is probably one of the most dangerous guys in this prison.

After all, in the cages on the upper level, the pirates could still see a team of several fallen arakkoa. In front of them was a big red beholder that had just been killed.

Good guy.

These fallen arakkoa are the original creatures of Draenor. Who summoned them to Azeroth? Could it be a slave who crossed the Dark Portal with the old tribe?

Being able to kill rare demons like the Big Beholder, these arakkoa are quite capable of fighting.

Finally, it's a...

"boom"

A muffled sound sounded behind the pirate. Blake withdrew his fingers wrapped in shadow magic and said to the "bandage man" behind him who tried to steal his things but was "knocked" out of the shadows by the shadow blast:

"Stay there honestly, you unclean phantom. I'll talk to you later after I finish my business."

He was using the language of the ethereal beings.

It was a weird sound that was almost impossible to produce with human vocal cords. The sharp vibrato made people wonder if Blake would bite off his tongue when speaking.

And this weird "hometown dialect" made the bandaged man Xu Ling who was trying to escape shake his spirit body restrained by the spiritual bandage. He got up obediently and hid aside.

"What I'm looking for is you, the real scum."

Blake took a deep breath and said:

"I want to do something big in Dalaran, and I need some 'talented' people to serve me, but I'm picky about the price. I only want the most powerful ones among you. Huh? Why are there still two humble dwarves locked up in this prison? this?"

"Humble?"

The pirate's dirty words immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the two dwarfs who were hiding behind a group of prisoners.

The two dwarfs, a man and a woman, were fighting each other with wrenches just now, but now they were strangely standing on the same front. The dwarf with a white beard and a blue robe was yelling and waving the wrench:

"I don't know who you are, man, but no one dares to call the great Milhouse Manastorm a 'lowly' dwarf! I mean, you have to at least save my face in front of my crazy wife. "

"boom"

Before he could finish his complaint, a wrench hit his brain.

The female dwarf beside him, who was wearing cool engineering attire, black mechanical goggles, and quite weird "candied haws" hair, shouted in an extremely sharp and irritable voice:

"Who are you saying is crazy? You bastard! You actually reported me to the six-person council, you actually reported your wife secretly, and sent your wife, me, to this prison!

I'm going to kill you! "

"Who was sneaking around?"

The high-level dwarf mage named Milhouse corrected him with a beard and a glare:

"I reported it openly, you crazy woman! Besides, didn't I take the initiative to come to the prison to accompany you? It's time for you to calm down, right?"

"You're not here to keep me company, you lying dog."

The dwarf mage's wife pulled out a small dwarf pistol from her waist, waved the pistol and shouted:

"You were robbed by the Black Knights when you were escaping. You were afraid that they would seek revenge and kill you, so you hid in the safest place in Dalaran. You can't even think of lying to me!

Today only one of us can leave this prison alive! That couldn't be you, Milhouse! I hope you bought yourself insurance before going to jail, and the beneficiary must write my name. "

"Don't even think about it, you lunatic!"

The two dwarfs noisily waved their wrenches and got into a fight again. The people around them looked blank.

"Ah, what a beautiful love, I smell the hateful sour smell."

The pirate pouted.

He casually pulled out his double-barreled shotgun from the waistband of his cassock, and fired a shot at the prisoner without looking. A man secretly grabbed a bone fragment and flying knife, and the human bandit who wanted to attack the pirate was killed. One shot shattered his head.

The blood flew everywhere, and everyone around was covered with a layer of blood-red stains.

The headless corpse hit the ground with a thud, causing the noisy dwarf couple to stop pecking each other.

The female dwarf took a step back in fear, while Milhouse Manastorm, who kept calling her crazy woman, took a step forward, missing and blocking in front of his crazy wife.

He was also scared, but he tried hard to hold the wrench in his hand.

A man cannot back down at this time, let alone allow this guy who looks like a real lunatic to hurt his wife.

Although Millificent Manastorm's emotional problems are getting worse, although she throws mechanical squirrels on her bed, although she always prevents herself from having fun, although she always tries in her study Making dangerous engineering explosives, he has blown up his own house eight times.

But, she is a good woman!

"Look, this is how family problems should be solved. Noisy fights will only deepen your conflicts. You should get into each other's hearts. If words and companionship can't get into each other's hearts, then you might as well use a bullet with your name on it. That big-bore shotgun went right into his heart, and believe me, it will make him remember you long after he dies."

The pirate blew smoke from his gun.

He said in a gentle tone:

"Let's continue the topic just now. I only want the most powerful scum to join my fleet, but I am a very open-minded person and I will give you the right to choose.

Either join me honestly, or I'll throw you out to feed the devil.

There is very little in Dalaran now, but plenty of hungry demons. Now, I roughly counted, there are 127 felons who escaped from prison here, not counting the one who was killed just now, there are 126 more.

You said it was a coincidence that my ship happened to be short of 63 sailors, so..."

The pirate shrugged and snapped his fingers.

The ferocious hellhounds wandering around the Violet Prison were summoned by superior demons and rushed into the prison in groups. Under the orders of the pirates, they surrounded the scum criminals.

These guys roared, and the corrosive saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths, falling to the ground and making a terrifying sound of hissing.

Blake leaned on his war scythe, and the Dreadlord's shadow wings shone twice behind him.

He said softly:

"You should 'discuss' among yourselves who will leave and who will stay. My time is precious, so you have ten minutes to complete the 'communication' and make a decision.

Zarak, Kanrezad! "

"arrive."

The troll and the skinny boy, who had put on their equipment again, stood behind Black on the left and right. The pirate said without looking back:

"You two supervise them. If they don't understand the 'rules', explain it to them. You must be patient and leave a good impression on our new crew members.

Plus, you guys have lived here for so long.

Is there any ‘talent’ in this prison that you can recommend to me? "

"Yes, Captain, I have been helping you find powerful thugs."

The troll Zarak jumped out first, pointed to the stairs of the second-floor prison, rubbed his hands, and said with a proud look on his face:

"I know there is a guy imprisoned up there who is very good at fighting. On the day we were imprisoned, I saw with my own eyes that he crushed two crazy wild boars to death with his bare hands.

That guy is very brave and silent. At first glance, he seems to be the kind of hidden master.

You're definitely interested!

And I have specifically inquired about him, and he is still your 'old acquaintance'. "