Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1477 110. Xiaotai, listen to my advice, you can't handle the depth of water here

   At the bottom of the wooden sign that Blake set up to mock the Great Magister, he also ingeniously used a murloc-like brushwork to draw a very bad pirate head.

   Its sarcasm means that it is almost full in this situation.

   Looking at the malicious smile on the portrait, Elisande was a little anxious for a while.

  Under the eyes of the public, the Great Magister had the intention to try to use the Scepter of Sargeras, but after thinking about it, he finally chose the right one.

   She has always been such a steady spellcaster.

   Her character determines her destiny. Just seeing that she has spent 10,000 years planning for her self-proclaimed Queen of the Night Child, this guy's mental stability is evident.

   But the Great Magister is not a fool who just seeks stability.

   Previously, Black's actions of releasing demigod monsters to slaughter the Quartet have proved that Black, the bastard, never planned to cooperate with the Nightborn from the beginning, and he was just another victim of that stinky pirate's evil conspiracy.

   But after calming down, Elisande was not panicking.

   While ordering the commanders around her to assemble the troops, she also dispatched competent personnel to patrol various important areas currently controlled by the Nightborne, and sent mages to build temporary camps for the soldiers.

   This aspect of diet does not need to be considered.

  The children of the night have been drinking magic wine for 10,000 years and have successfully completed their biological "natural selection", these guys eat just to taste the early adopters.

  Theoretically, they only need to drink magic wine to live forever.

   And now, the magical power on the Isle of Quel'Danas makes the more than 20,000 Nightborne sergeants who landed here no longer even need to drink the magic wine.

   They only need to constantly breathe the sweet air of Kui Dao to keep their bodies and combat power in a very strong state for a long time.

   The true "magic northwesterly wind" belongs to yes.

The Quel'dorei elves shaped this magic well to support their kingship, but the white-skinned elves never imagined that the moment their holy place was established, it had become the "home ground" of the Nightborne by accident. .

   This has to be said to be a dark humor brought by fate.

   In short, after pondering and arguing with his staff, Elisande still feels that the advantage is in me.

   Now, two-thirds of Quel'dorei's land has fallen into the hands of the Nightborne. Although they lost the naval support and blockade of the Moon County Fleet, Quel'dorei's fleet is still desperately rushing back from the North Sea.

  It will take at least a few days for them to return to their hometown. The most important thing is that the North Sea pirates who are showing off in this sea will not allow the elf fleet to dock at random.

   "There are a few days left."

When dusk fell on the sky of Que Isle, the great magus leaning on Sargeras' scepter stood in front of her gorgeous and luxurious purple tent. Sunwell, she said to the adjutant behind her:

   "We must take down this enchanted well, my brethren, you have already felt the importance of this sunwell to the Nightborne.

   After we have destroyed the reign of the Sun King, this island is bound to become the new holy place for the rise of Suramar.

   No matter what the price is, we will occupy this place completely.

   Get the Demon Hunter Camp ready! "

  The Great Magister waved his hand, and coldly ordered:

   "Tomorrow morning, the former army will feign attack and let the demon hunters sneak around and attack."

   "Her Majesty."

   A Nightborne Demon Swordsman Commander whispered:

   "What about the pirates? The magister's platform they occupy is the highest place on the island. If we don't deal with them, our sneak attack will definitely be discovered."

   "The leader of the pirates is shamelessly coercing me! Didn't you hear? He arrogantly asked me to hand over the Eye of Aman'Thul!"

   Mentioned this matter, Elisande still hated his teeth, and she reprimanded:

   "This is digging the roots of the civilization of the children of the night, and I will never bow to a rude, cunning and dirty pirate leader under such a **** coercion!

   Don't worry about them getting in the way! "

  The Great Magister glanced at the Scepter of Sargeras that was still tearing space in her hand, and she said:

   "From tomorrow onwards, I will guide the magic of the Nightwell to infuse our warriors, so that the quality disadvantage of the pirates will be infinitely magnified.

   How could the great Sergeants of the Nightborne fear a horde of brutish pirates?

   Let it go, compatriots.

  The success of the kingdom of the Nightborne depends on whether we can occupy the Sunwell or not. "

   "Follow orders!"

   Seeing Elisande elevate the war to such a height, Rao is that a few of the commanders did not agree with the current strategy, but they had to stand up and accept the order.

   And after the commanders all left, the Grand Magister returned to his tent alone.

   She is destined to be very busy tonight.

   She had to repeatedly confirm whether or not Black Shaw had manipulated this very important staff in the war. This work continued until midnight, and the Great Magister still had no clue.

   But she did detect a hidden breath of air in the staff, which made Elisande stress unnecessarily.

   The matter in front of him is likely to be a smoke bomb released by Black, just to scare her not to use this space sacred object for mass teleportation, and the reason is very simple.

  If the pirates really did their tricks, Black could have detonated his so-called "trap" at an important moment in today's war between her and the Sun King against Bo, to hit the Great Magister hard.

   However the pirates didn't do that, which seems to imply that Black was just "flashing the cannons".

   But the embarrassing thing is that, thanks to the "good reputation" of the stinky pirates, Elisande, who has always been steady, really dare not bet on such a life-threatening matter.

  What if it was true?

Right?

   "If you don't teleport, you won't teleport. Anyway, Suramar's elite army is already here, and the withered ones have been released."

  The depressed Great Magister walked out of the tent alone at midnight, leaning on a staff, and wanted to take a turn around the beautiful Yangfan Port, but before she took a few steps, she saw the statues erected in some corners of this huge pier.

   Those statues were carved into very delicate and weird shapes with crazy techniques, like birdmen with wings, all of them very slender and body curvature.

The humanoid body, the wings attached to the arms, and the strange tail like a scale dragon on the back, the body curve seems to be female, but Elisande has never seen it in elf culture or in the world. Such a weird creature.

   This should not be real, but a strange custom used by the Quel'dorei elves.

At first glance, these sculptures are strange, but if you look closely, you can find the beauty of the strange coexistence of strength and agility in these sculptures. Beside some female "birdman" sculptures, there are also very exquisitely carved stone beasts. .

  The nose like a dog, the body like a bear, the posture like a wolf, and the armor painted in blood red, all of them are terrifying and majestic, probably used by the Quel'dorei elves to deter evil.

  As Queen Azshara's Grand Magister, Elisande has a very high artistic taste.

   She was attracted by these stone statues, and after appreciating them carefully for several minutes, she kept nodding her head to express her approval of the superb carving techniques of these stone statues.

   "I love these sculptures."

  The Great Magister reached out and stroked the arm of a birdman, and she said:

   "When I finish the conquest of Que Island, I'm going to bring a few sculptures like this back to decorate my palace. They're really good works of art, but I don't know what you represent in the culture of white-skinned elves?

   Guard?

   Or Surveillance?

  Oh, the cultural customs of this Quel'dorei are still peculiar, completely different from our children of the night. But this proves that they are by no means the orthodox descendants of the Elf Empire.

   I have never seen such a statue in Azshara’s palace, hehe, maybe it’s a culture that the nasty white-skinned people who have long interbred with humans learned from human monkeys.

   is like the savage creation of trolls, it is really exotic. "

   With such a sigh, Elisande turned and walked towards the pier shore, ready to blow the night wind to calm himself down.

   But the Great Magister did not realize that the moment she turned around, the "Birdman Sculpture" that she had stroked all over her body suddenly blinked.

   A look of contempt and distress appeared on the stone's face.

  The Assassin of the Stone-born Legion is also helpless. She maintains the standard stone statue lurking state, but she has been complaining wildly in her heart:

   Are the women in this material world sick?

  The old lady was lurking here for less than three hours, and more than seven or eight people came to pet me, not even letting go of the tail. Hell, my skin will be shiny from the touch of you, bastard!

   After the slaughter orders of General Carl and the Count are issued, the old lady will hack you to death one by one!

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   "The Sun King has sent a messenger, boss."

   On the Magister's Platform at the highest point in the island of Que, Blake had just finished an elf-style dinner, and he was walking around on the gorgeous platform with a wine glass to digest when he heard someone calling him from behind.

  The pirate looked back, and the idiot Xiaoxing was running over with a letter in his hand.

   She said to Blake:

   "Anastarian has complied with us, Captain Stinky, and he is willing to pay us for the release of Quel'dorei reinforcements on the shores of Sunstrike to Que."

   "What is this called "serving soft?"

  Blake didn't even read the letter, he curled his lips and said:

   "This is a compromise at best!

   That old man, the Sun King, really wants to give in, so it's time to open the Sun Well and invite us to enter it for defense. He is obviously still vigilant against the power of our third party. He is indeed someone who is used to being a king.

  Speaking of which, who is the one who led the team from Quel'Thalas Peninsula to support the Isle of Que? "

   "It seems to be the Silvermoon Ranger General Alleria and the Archmages of the Silvermoon Council. I heard from Annie, who went to attack Silvermoon City, that the Knights of the Silver Hand also sent people to support."

  The little star with a black eyepatch took out a candy from his pocket and threw it into his mouth, chewing it with a crackle, and said to Blake with his hips on his back:

   "I heard that a large army has been assembled in Stratholme, and the human kingdom will send people to support the elves. It is said that the leader of the team is a human marshal named Gatherys."

   "Yo, handsome, I didn't expect this hopeless racist to be a peacekeeper one day."

  Blake didn't know what to think, he covered his stomach and laughed, looking at the little star with a puzzled face, seriously doubting whether this guy Blake had water in his head.

   But the foolish blue dragon cannot understand the joy of the prophet.

   After more than ten seconds, Blake stopped smiling. He looked at the moonlight above his head, took a sip of wine gracefully, waved his hand and said:

"Then write back to the Sun King, knock it hard, and then let Silvermoon Harry release the blockade on Sunseeker Island. If our elf friends need to cross the sea, they can also use our ship to send them to Kui. Island fights.

   But one person charges thirty gold coins for the boat!

   One copper coin is not enough!

  If they don't plan to use our boat, let them strip and swim to the island of Que, anyway, the endless sea is not covered, right? "

   "Captain, you are so black!"

  Xiaoxing Tucao said:

   "You're trying to squeeze every penny out of their pockets, I think this is really evil."

   These words made the stinky pirate glance at the indignant little star. He rolled his eyes and said in a long voice:

   "You drive your Thor Throne to do it yourself, and you will receive one-tenth of the toll."

   "Ah this."

   Stupid Blue Dragon's big eyes suddenly turned into money-like halos, she coughed twice and said:

   "I didn't say you, captain, you are too indifferent to the hard work of the brothers. It is very tiring to transport troops back and forth! How can thirty gold coins be enough to soothe the mental pressure of the brothers?

  I suggest that one person receive fifty gold coins."

   "Be bold! One hundred per person."

  The pirate said something faintly.

  Xiaoxing nodded sharply, turned around and adjusted his pirate suit, and walked out of the platform majestically.

  Blake looked helpless for a while.

   Alas, how pure was the little star back then, who only wanted to learn magic knowledge from Dean Lanyue, how did it become like this now?

   Does this have something to do with yourself?

  No, no, no?

   With this complicated mood, the stinky pirate took another sip of wine, wiped his lips, and threw the luxurious and gorgeous crystal wine glass in his hand into the dark night beyond the platform in the instant he turned around.

The    wine bottle broke through the speed of sound as soon as it was shot, and smashed towards the guy hiding in the air, but it did not hit the eye, but was easily grasped by a finger with a silver gauntlet in the moonlight.

In the dance of the moonlight, a rare Tyrande Windspeaker who wore a battle armor instead of the robe of the Luna priest appeared in front of Black. Of course, the priest of the moon could not fly without wings, so he brought her here. , is an eerie horned moonwing owl.

  The pirates saw at a glance that it was the flight form of the Great Druid.

A certain great druid is so loved by nature that his flying form is different from that of other druids. It is no longer the form of the Storm Crow, but the gorgeous "Moon Wing" mixed with an owl and a large bird of prey in front of him. "Form.

   "Tsk tsk, I said who was peeping at my handsome face, I didn't expect it to be the High Priest of the Moon and her beloved Druid pet."

  Black stood on the edge of the platform and bowed to the two in front of him with an old elf etiquette. He said:

   "What kind of wind blows these two big men into the battlefield where the white-skinned elves and the black-skinned elves are fighting? Let me guess, you are here to be neutral mediators?

   Probably because you think that everyone is an elves, and there is nothing that can’t be sat down and talked about.

  Tsk tsk, what a pacifist wishful thinking, seeing you guys reminds me of those kids who were born in times of peace. Well, no offense to both of you.

  Come here, come and sit, let's have a good talk under the moonlight.

   I know you will make a naive deal for me, and I will reject you harshly. "

   Having said that, the smelly pirate shrugged and snapped his fingers. A silver-gray crescent light appeared behind his head, almost identical to the Luna emblem on Tyrande's forehead.

   In that holy light, the smelly pirate coughed twice and said:

   "This is also a meeting chosen by the two Moon Gods. Don't worry, my lady priest, I will choose the wording of rejection carefully, and it will not embarrass you too much."

   (end of this chapter)