Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 305 14. Return to the Broken Isles - [1935]

   (For Su Yan, Qingguo Brothers Plus Update [4/5])

   "Jaina Proudmoore, what a lovely little girl."

   By the window on the second floor of the Violet Castle, Fenna took off her battle helmet, and in the sunshine, she flung her long golden hair just like little Jaina.

   She watched as the little mage leaned on an ice staff taller than hers, wore a cloak, rubbed his head, and disappeared into the street in front of the castle.

   The emotion in the eyes of the half-elf could not subside for a long time.

  This little girl is the second Proudmoore she has come into contact with.

   is much better than the meeting scene with the first smelly pirate.

   The pendant on her neck, Fenna could see clearly just now, there were traces of dragon fire on it, it was not a pendant belonging to her family, it should have been given to her by Blake.

   The two must have met.

   But with Fina's knowledge of her younger brother, little Jaina may not even know that it was Drake herself who gave her the pendant.

   This is a good thing.

   In her current status as a pirate, if she really confesses, it will add a lot of unnecessary psychological burden to this little girl who is still in her long life.

   "What's wrong? You have to be a pirate? You clearly know that your country has a tradition of hunting pirates."

   Fina shook her head and snorted softly.

   put his helmet on his head again, turned around and strode towards the top of the castle, exuding an icy aura that no one was born near, so that some mages encountered along the way took the initiative to make way for her.

  After Black injected that ray of divine power from Tyr, the king of order, into Fina's body, some strange changes took place in the half-elf.

   is not just the body.

   There has also been a change in the momentum level, and even something similar to "Dragon Power" has been formed.

  Finner didn't know whether the change was temporary or permanent.

   Coupled with the entanglement of many issues in her heart, she must go back to her hometown immediately, find her spellcaster mother, and have a good talk.

   "Archmage Ansrem, I want to use the portal to Silvermoon City."

  Fina came to the castle hall and made a direct request to the Archmage Ansrem Ruinwiver, who was dealing with the affairs of Dalaran City.

   Archmage did not refuse.

   After all, the magical portal leading to Silvermoon City was built with the help of the high elves. The Golden Sword family is also well-connected in the Silvermoon Council. Since it is reasonable, this request is not too much.

   "I will instruct the mages in the teleportation hall to prepare the portal for you, Ms. Fenna."

Archmage Ansrem looks a little haggard, and even has dark circles under his eyes. In addition to the busy affairs of Dalaran City, there may be a part of the reason, because his daughter who is really worrying .

   He leaned on the staff of the archmage, and said to Finna:

   "Because the post-war supplies have to be deployed centrally, it may take a while to prepare the portal."

   "It's okay, Archmage, I can wait."

  Fenna replied with the decisive tone that a warrior should have. She turned around and was about to leave the hall and wait in the teleportation hall, but after walking a few steps, she heard the archmage behind her.

   "Wait a minute, Ms. Fenna."

   Archmage Ansrem Ruinwevor seemed to have an idea suddenly. He leaned forward with his staff and said softly to Fenna:

   "I heard that the Jinjian family you came from is a magical family that has been passed down for thousands of years in Silvermoon City?"

   "Well, the family inheritance has indeed exceeded a thousand years."

   Fina smiled and replied:

   "But it's not uncommon in Quel'Thalas. Archmage and high elves have a long lifespan. As long as a mage family with a little magic talent can achieve the term "a thousand-year-old family".

  Our Golden Sword family is not prominent among them, just a small ethnic group. "

   "Actually, I have a very personal request. I hope Ms. Fenna can help me."

  The Archmage whispered:

   "My daughter, Caitlin, is also gifted with magic, but she didn't like magic since she was a child, perhaps because of a problem with my education.

   I would like to ask Ms. Fenna as a guide to take my ignorant daughter on a tour of Silvermoon City.

  Perhaps, after she sees the spellcasting art of the high elves, and the Millennium City you have created with your magic, she will rekindle her interest in the magic road.

   I know this is rude.

   But it is about my daughter's life choices, and I have to be more careful. Rest assured, I will pay you enough for this trip. "

   "Is that so?"

   Fenna nodded, she could feel the old father's love for her daughter, and the pain and helplessness that he and her daughter couldn't communicate well.

   This made the very emotional half-elf immediately jump into his own "unique" way of thinking.

   His younger brother, Blake, was so rebellious that after he was resurrected, he abandoned Daelin and ran to become a pirate. She has such a weird, withdrawn and annoying character, which must be caused by Dai Lin's failed family education.

   A child who is not cared for will become a monster when he grows up.

  I can no longer help my younger brother to change his personality, and Blake is basically helpless. But now, the daughter of the archmage, there is still the possibility of being saved.

   "Don't worry, Archmage, I will help."

   Fenna answered simply and neatly:

   "There is no need for remuneration or anything. I have lived in Dalaran for many years, and this city has left me with a lot of good memories. This time, I should repay this kindness.

   Please get your daughter ready, I will take her to Silvermoon City and bring her back safely next time I return to Dalaran. "

   "That's great."

   The Archmage, who was worried about his daughter's future, heard Fina's help so decisively, and he was so moved that there was no need to say more, so he personally sent Fina to the teleportation hall.

   went back to his mage tower and prepared his unruly daughter to run.

  Fina, who was waiting in the teleportation hall for the preparation of the portal, had nothing to do, so she took out a knight novel just bought on the street of Dalaran from her luggage.

   opened the title page and read it, and then quickly immersed in the vulgar story.

  This story is quite old-fashioned. It tells the story of a high elf who voluntarily embraced death for the sake of national hatred and family hatred, became a generation of demon kings, and then led an army of ghosts to save the world.

   But these Dalaran desolate mages really dared to write, even taking Lady Alleria as the heroine, and there are many explicit descriptions.

  The most terrible thing is that the hero of the story is Madam Alleria's nominal brother.

This.

   "This, this, this. This is too taboo! How can this be between brothers and sisters!"

  The pure Miss Fenna was blushing, and while criticizing this vulgar plot, she turned the pages faster with a critical attitude.

   "Huh? It's gone?"

   The half-elf female warrior was seeing the key plot, but found that the story behind it was broken, and suddenly got angry, glanced at the author's address at the back of the novel, and glanced at the portal that was being prepared.

   She rushed out of the teleportation hall with her heavy sword in hand.

  Ten minutes later, with a few follow-up manuscripts that were just written but not yet printed, he returned to the hall contentedly and continued to immerse himself in the vulgar stories.

   Alas, this elf is helpless.

—

   On the endless sea, a fleet is driving in the sun.

   It's a rather odd composition, with four human-style merchant ships guarding a gigantic troll-style vessel, and a smaller vrykul raider behind it, hiding in the shadows of the troll ship.

   And the pilot at the forefront is a keel ghost ship that is difficult to disperse the cold and evil atmosphere under the sun.

   This fleet did not use the pirate flag, but it could be seen that they were well-staffed. There were no less than a thousand sailors on the four merchant ships alone, and the composition was very messy.

  Humans, Orcs, Trolls, Foxmen and Snakemen.

  The troll ship is even more exaggerated. A large group of fox people are leading their alpacas to sunbathe on the deck, and there are twenty-eight goblin-style aircrafts, which are fixed around the huge deck.

   Five goblins are taking a group of foxmen to maintain the aircraft.

   There were originally thirty aircraft, but two fell during training. The goblin engineer built a makeshift laboratory on the lower deck of the Alpaca to try to repair it.

   But the stupid apprentice smashed the plane so much that it was hard to fix.

   "cough cough"

   In the captain's cabin of the Nagfar, which was leading the way, Black, who was looking at the chart, coughed twice. He seemed to have some weird perception, as if something related to him was happening in a distant place.

   But this feeling comes and goes quickly.

   "Captain, we're off course!"

  The pirate Dragon Seifer appeared beside Blake shouting, and the first mate shouted like the end of the world:

   "This route is not the one we took last time. If we go on like this, we won't be able to reach Azsuna. Hurry up and correct the route."

   "Who said we were going to Azsuna?"

  Blake glanced at his first mate who knew nothing about sailing. He pointed to the chart in front of him and said:

   "We'll go to Broken Shore, stay there for five to seven days, then sail westward to Azsuna along the coast of the Broken Isles. Don't worry, I chose this route on purpose.

   The Nagfar did not yaw. "

   "What are you doing at Broken Beach?"

  Sefir folded his arms and pouted:

   "The Tomb of Sargeras is now closed again. Ms. Aegwynn must have entrusted old Merry to come and see it in person. With your spellcasting ability, you can't open the seal set by the lich at all.

   There was nothing else worth paying attention to on that beach except the tomb of the gods.

  Where are we going?

   Does the sea breeze blow? "

   "There's nothing on Broken Beach, but there is in the strait across from it."

  Black rubbed his head and said to Sefir:

   "Would you use your brain? Didn't I tell you before? Our fleet lacks spellcaster power, so before I go to Azsuna, I must add some spellcasters.

  I ask you, where is the largest group of spellcasters in Azeroth besides the druids of Quel'Thalas, Dalaran and Cenarion? "

   "Uh, let me think about it."

  Sefir raised his head, put his left finger to his lips, poked his face, and said:

   "The lunatic Syndra Elves of Erethrath? The Loa Priests of Zandalar? Or the Blue Dragonflights of Coldarra? Ah, I know!

  You are going to Suramar to catch the Shaldorei!

   That place is in the channel across from Broken Shore. Are you crazy? Captain, let me touch quickly, do you have a fever? "

  The pirate dragon stretched out his hand and really wanted to put it on Black's forehead, but was pushed away by the pirate with a look of disgust.

   He leaned back in his chair, took out his skull flask, took a sip, and said:

   "I'm not crazy, I'm sober. Ah, that nasty sound!

  The little idiot threw his **** crab and his **** quack quack pirates into the sea, and the sound of their shouting on the deck was driving me crazy! "

  Blake heard the cheers of the fish people coming from outside the cabin, and suddenly became angry. He pushed open the window and smashed the wine bottle beside him, landing on the deck with a bang.

   Soon, the murlocs stopped shouting.

   This allowed Black to finally gain precious peace.

   He turned his head to look at Sefir with a strange expression, coughed, and said:

"Returning to the topic just now, of course I know how powerful the Nightborne Shaldorei are. At this time, if Quel'Thalas and Dalaran's spellcasters are brought in together, they won't be able to open their sous. The magic barrier of Rama City.

   After all, it is the night well for energy.

  A serious titan, but we don't have to break into Suramar, right? In the ruins of Meridel and Flanar, there are many exiled witherers and magic addicts.

   I don’t want much, dozens are enough.

Moreover."

The    pirate narrowed his eyes, recalling the map and deployment of Suramar City in the game, he said:

"Nightwell's magic shield does not cover the entire city of Suramar. On the eastern strait, there is a large manor outside the shield. If I remember correctly, it should be the manor of the chief arcanist. .

Um.

  We took an opportunity to rush in, loot a bit, and then walk towards Azsuna. The nightborne elves dare not chase them out, they are a group of cowards.

Oh, right.

   After landing in a few days, remember to invite Mommy Windrunner over.

   Those very interesting things in Surama must be shown to her. Believe me, she will break down after reading it, maybe cry.

  Tsk tsk, really looking forward to seeing that scene. "

   "I don't believe it, Windrunner has a will of steel, I"

   "Ha, do you have a different opinion, dear Sefir, do you want to bet? Ten gold coins, do you want to play?"

   (end of this chapter)