Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1469 102. Aha, face your heart, Aqiang!

   Lor'themar Theron's raid tactics succeeded.

   can even be said to be very successful.

   In the intentional attack, the seven magic arrows they shot accurately hit the target black carriage in less than a second, fully reflecting the Quel'dorei Ranger's excellent strength in this regard.

   And Ah Qiang also saw with his own eyes that the arrow's magic stone was triggered, and the seven-layer shining teleportation light curtain wrapped the carriage layer by layer.

   Multiple teleportation of this intensity is triggered at the same time. According to the magic theory of enhanced energy resonance, even if the carriage is really sitting in the Lich King Anduin Lothar, it is enough to send him out of the forest with the carriage.

  The impact of individual energy may cause the teleportation to be deviated, but it will never have no response at all.

However, the cruel fact is that a group of people who were caught off guard were pulled back into the forest from the Mage Tower in Dysom City in a completely unscientific and unmagical way of "reverse grabbing". After the Naga War Mistress of the Blade was knocked to the ground in a whirlwind attack, the unscathed black carriage appeared in front of them.

  Only from the appearance, it is so low-key and so ordinary.

   But it was able to survive the bombardment of the teleportation magic triggered by the seventh layer unscathed, not even leaving a scratch, which is enough to prove that the material of this carriage is extraordinary.

On the ground at the edge of the carriage, there were elven arrows that had been activated by magic and left only the wreckage. The aftermath of the magic just cut off the surrounding trees like a space cut, but it did not damage or affect the carriage at all. of passengers.

   They didn't even open the car windows, obviously they were used to seeing the wind and waves, and even thought this "assassination" was too fun, after all, I haven't encountered such a reckless ranger in more than 10,000 years.

   And the little murloc who was originally standing on the carriage shed as the "Royal Guard" has disappeared.

  Bumbolba was probably the only "victim" in this assassination incident. It was sent to the "Cage of the Strong" by the Silvermoon Council by teleportation magic.

   "Look at this stupid thing you did, you boldly 'kidnapped' my murloc pet!"

Black picked up the elemental murloc "Dung Fork" dropped by Pumbolba from the ground, grabbed it like a one-handed sword in his hand, and faced the handsome face of Lor'themar Theron, who was bound up. Pump up.

   He grabbed Ah Qiang's hair and pulled his face up, while beating, he cursed:

"This makes me have to personally go to the cage of the Silvermoon Council and bring back my hapless little murlocs. You guys are really going to find trouble for me. But think carefully about your group of Silvermoon Council members. I thought it would be interesting to see the look of a murloc in their carefully prepared cage."

   "In your hands, I have nothing to say. It turns out that you are stronger and more dangerous than I know."

  Aqiang was tied in place by ropes made of fish tendons from deep-sea creatures, which would be extremely embarrassing.

The   's well-maintained hairstyle was messed up by the stinky pirate's malicious and brutal actions, and the Ranger's helmet was thrown on the ground, revealing a scar hidden by his cheek.

   The injury he suffered in the orc war seriously damaged Ah Qiang's handsomeness, but it added a fierce aura to this handsome elf.

   He tried hard to maintain his decency under Black's "humiliation", staring at the pirate's eyes full of evil smiles, but he did not choose to beg for mercy or move out of the friendship between the two parties who fought demons together in Draenor before.

   But he maintained such elven decency that Blake scoffed.

  The pirate let go of Ah Qiang's hair, he crouched down, and said to the ranger lord:

   "I thought that on the battlefields of Draenor, you future 'potentials' would be in awe of me when you saw with your own eyes what I could do.

   At least know not to try to stop me from doing something.

   But now it seems that pure strength still can't make you diehards learn to be fearful and cautious, I think I should teach you a lesson, Qiang.

   But don't worry.

   For the sake of my good friend Kael'thas Sunstrider, I will not torture you, much less kill you. "

  Blake picked up his pipe and lit it in front of Ah Qiang. As the smoke from the first strand of tobacco rose up, the pirate reached out and patted Ah Qiang's head. He whispered:

   "I'll even let you go.

   That's right, you heard that right, I'm not going to pursue this stupid assassination, you are just trying to do something stupid beyond your abilities and getting an expected failure.

   This failure in itself is the best humiliation for you.

   However, in order for you to have a memory, I'm going to take something from you that you hold dear. "

   Seeing Blake stand up with a weird smile, Lor'themar Theron, who was ready to die, jumped in his heart.

   He felt that something was wrong. He was struggling to cut the rope with the knife hidden in his hand, but the Naga Mistress, who was watching him behind him, slapped him on the shoulder with a trident.

   This powerful blow knocked Ah Qiang to the ground.

Then, while the world was spinning, he saw Blake walking like a **** dance, walking to the side of Liadrin, who was also tied up, grabbing the elf priest's long braid, dragging her to the black Go to the carriage.

   Liadrin was struggling.

   But how could a spellcaster like her defeat Blake Shaw in terms of strength or skill?

  The priest also wanted to throw the smite of the gathering of holy light as a last-ditch effort, but before the spell was finished, he was hit on the snow-white neck by Black's light throat-cutting hand.

   The gathering holy light shattered, and Liadrin was suffocated.

   The whole handsome face became painful.

"Lor'themar Theron at this point in time, no one knows better than me what kind of career you will do in the future, I am a prophet after all, I never focus on the present but the future potential to judge a person's worth.

   You are without a doubt one of the most valuable of all the elves in this country.

   Even in a sense, your place in the elven history of the Quel'dorei is no less than that of the Kael'thas Sunstrider to whom you now serve. "

Blake dragged Liadrin's hair and pulled her towards the black carriage, while turning back to Lor'themar Se, who was trapped in place by the two Naga mistresses behind her, who had been pinned by two tridents on their necks. Long was talking.

   Amidst the angry gazes of the elven warriors around who had been stripped of their armor and weapons by the cruel Naga and hung up and humiliated by their bare butts, Blakela said in a long voice:

   "Because I know what kind of great things you will do in the future, Qiang, I know that pain, torture and humiliation are meaningless to a tough soul with a strong future like you.

  Your loyal mind guarantees that you can persuade yourself to endure these hardships, and all the torments I give you will become powerful nourishment for you.

   This is not the purpose of my punishment!

So, I decided to do it another way, I'm going to take away the treasure you never said, but hidden deep in your heart. Remember the last time we met in Delano, I persuaded you to face your heart .

  I sincerely hope that you have taken my advice and have told Lady Liadrin what you have in mind.

   If you don't do that

   So sorry, sorry.

   You may never have that chance. "

   The smelly pirate laughed.

He raised his head, shrugged his shoulders and let out the standard villain's long laughter. Liadrin, who was grabbed by his hair, wanted to scold and scream, but was quickly stuffed into a rag by Blake. Gagged his mouth.

  The pirate threw Priest Shengguang with his hands and body bound in front of the carriage. He exhaled a smoke ring and looked back at Ah Qiang, who was embarrassed behind him.

He says:

   "Aren't you curious, who is the big man in this carriage that I personally escorted? I guess you must think it may be Lothar, or Elisande.

   But you guessed wrong.

   The poor imagination of you Quel'dorei elves is hopeless.

Come.

   I will announce the answer to you. "

   Talking, Blake reached out his hand and knocked on the carriage door politely. He deliberately squeezed his eyebrows at Aqiang, then stretched his voice, and said in the oldest and most elegant high-level elf Salas language:

   "Good news, my dear majesty! I have just found a suitable maid for you, please condescend to take a look at her.

   While she's not as good and perfect as Tyrande Windspeaker, or as loyal and capable as Lady Vashj, you know, in the backcountry of Quel'Thalas, we'd be hard-pressed to find better.

  I suggest you make do with it first. "

   "Improved? Is this how you serve your supreme queen? Blake Shaw, my chief guard."

   A hoarse and magnetic voice that made all the Quel'dorei elves in the scene sounded like lightning in the black carriage.

  Although they have never heard this voice in their lives, this does not prevent these elves from hearing it, and an unspeakable instinctive desire to obey will arise from the bottom of their hearts.

   It was as if the "loyalty switch" deep in their souls and minds had been turned on.

   It is as if the lady in the carriage, whose voice alone is enough to make all men and women imagine, is the Lord of Destiny of all elves at the level of jurisprudence and blood.

   "Maybe I should throw a spell on you that will last you a lifetime to warn you to change your poor service attitude."

   With the merciless scolding, the door of the black carriage was finally opened under the gaze of all the elves.

   It seems that the carriage that can only accommodate four people has a huge space beyond their imagination, and in the carriage space that Black specially renovated, a huge crystal shell of the king is displayed in the luxurious palace-like carriage space.

   Atop the extravagant royal chariot lay a peculiar creature with four arms, an elf-like upper body and an octopus-like lower body.

  Although her body is covered with scales, her dark red eyes with yellow pupils bring her amazing charm every time they blink.

   Although he looks like a monster, bystanders can't taste the disgusting breath from this figure at all, but feel that the other party has a kind of attraction from the bottom of their hearts.

   Commanders and commanders like Lor'themar and Liadrin and Dar'kan Drakshi already recognized who this man was.

   Her appearance was like a bomb, which shattered the hearts of these people in an instant.

  My God!

   It turned out to be Azshara!

One Blake Shaw is hard enough to deal with, and now there are still children of the night attacking the Sunwell, which is already a disaster-level affair, but compared with the appearance of the queen in front of me, all this disaster has already disappeared. Not worth mentioning.

  The Empress of the Deep Sea Empire suddenly appeared in Quel'Thalas. Is the dynasty of the Sunstrider going to be destroyed in history today?

   Queen Azshara felt the shock and fear in the hearts of the Quel'dorei elves around her, but she paid no attention to the thoughts of these rebellious subjects.

   She looked at Liadrin who was slumped in front of the carriage door with a scrutiny look, and after a few seconds, she said in a critical tone:

   "Look up, child, let me see you."

   Liadrin really didn't want to look up.

   She was unwilling to reveal her weakness in front of this elf queen.

   But when she heard the command from Queen Azshara's charming voice, Liadrin was reluctant, but her body moved against her will.

   She raised her head tremblingly.

   He didn't even dare to look directly at Her Majesty the Queen, so he could only close his eyes and wait for the Queen's judgment with shortness of breath.

   This doesn't seem like a weak move a legendary priest should make.

   As walkers who serve the Holy Light, their willpower may not be as strong as steel warriors, but they are by no means confused by a few words.

   The reason for the current situation can only be attributed to Azshara's unique "king's breath" that is almost incomprehensible to all elves.

   This has nothing to do with Liadrin's strength.

   As long as she is a genie, she cannot escape this influence.

  Look at Lor'themar Ah Qiang, who is being held there next to him. He is not gnashing his teeth, with blue veins on his neck, trying to resist the "Call of the King" from Queen Azshara.

   "Not bad, but far from perfect."

   After more than ten seconds, Queen Azshara commented on Liadrin in front of her as if evaluating something.

  The proud queen snapped her fingers and said:

   "As you said, my captain of the guard, I can't find a better one in the backcountry of Quel'Thalas, she's barely suitable, and I'll give her the qualifications to serve me.

   but only qualifications.

   But I will nurture her carefully, because in your prophecy, this girl named Liadrin will do great things.

   I always like people who can do great things! "

   After saying this, Liadrin, who was bound, sobbed violently. She seemed to want to resist this **** fate, but in front of Azshara, it was really difficult for her to show the courage to resist to the end.

This is normal.

   This elf priest has not yet ushered in the fateful moment in her life, and she is far from being powerful today.

   Mistress Naga next to the Queen stepped forward to help the limp Liadrin onto the carriage. At this moment, Blake turned his head to look at A Qiang, who was gnashing his teeth behind him.

   This look is really meaningful.

  Lor'themar Theron even read a hellish "encouragement" from that look.

   This made A Qiang have a hunch that if he failed to keep Liadrin here, he would definitely lose her completely and regret it for the rest of his life.

   "Azshara... Your Majesty!"

   Ah Qiang was so happy at this moment, he shouted loudly under the pressure of the crisscrossed tridents on his neck:

   "You can only get a less-than-perfect maid by taking Liadrin, but if you let her go, you'll get a loyal Quel'dorei commander!

  You heard it just now, the prophet in black predicted my fate.

I will influence the world in the future, I will make a real career in the future, and I will dedicate this talent to you, Your Majesty, and as the price of loyalty, I hope that Liadrin and my companions will be free . "

"Um?"

  A Qiang's sudden speech made Her Majesty the Queen glance at him in surprise.

  She didn't notice this embarrassed Ranger Lord at first, but after hearing his self-report, she became interested.

She looked at Liadrin, who had tears streaming down her face and began to struggle frantically while being held hostage by the two naga, looked at Lor'themar Theron, who had made up her mind in pain, and finally looked at her bodyguard. long.

  Black shrugged to Her Majesty the Supreme Queen.

   He took off his pipe and said:

   "Change it, Your Majesty, it's not a loss."

   (end of this chapter)