Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 306 15. Elf Control. Pure Children and Dirty Scum—[2035]

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

   Five days later, the undead fleet docked at the Broken Shore.

   "Ah, back to the place where I once fought. I hacked the orcs to death beside that stone, look, the bones are still there, it looks like they were almost eaten by the demon hounds, it's really miserable.

  Well, the stone bridge is still there, and a very powerful orc assassin was hacked to death on it. "

  Black disembarked with his loyal doglegs, walked along the deserted Broken Beach, and finally camped temporarily on a flat spot on the beach.

   You don't need a large camp. The Alpaca is the best "sea hotel" for undead pirates. They just need to make a temporary camp on the coast that is enough to live in.

   Anyway, the captain said, he won't stay here for too long.

   "There, that is the Tomb of Sargeras."

  The ghost of the Archmage, Elan, aboard the Nagfar also disembarked. Once the pedantic spellcaster arrived at the Broken Shore, he noticed the tomb of the gods standing on the other side of the coast.

   There was a look of eagerness on his face, but Blake dared not let him go.

   "Let's study it and wait for the next time. There are many high-level demons in there. It will be very troublesome to rush out at random."

  The pirates discouraged Elam:

   "Although Old Merry must have come to reinforce the seal, after all you are in a special situation, it is better to be stable."

"Um."

  Elam looked regretful.

   He also knew that he was in a special situation. It was fine on the Nagfar. The ghost ship could temporarily restore some combat power, but once it got out of the hull, he would become quite weak.

   After all, it is not a complete spiritual body, but a shadow shaped by Medivh's magic power, which is very similar to the weird ghosts of the Tirisfal Council.

   "Hey, after more than ten days at sea, everyone was tired, so they rested in batches and camped here for five days."

  Black stood on a rock and shouted to the captains below:

   "Edora is in charge of the order of this camp, making sure to set sail at any time.

  Annie, and Maim, go pick some elite sailors, it doesn't matter if you can fight or not, you need to be smart, bold, sharp-eyed, and able to control.

   A hundred or so people are enough, and they all gather on the deck of the Nagfar.

  Evil Eye, Zarak and Skinny Boy, go prepare the Soul Stone, the more you prepare, the better.

  Greyson, get your ship trimmed, I need it to be in top shape, and get your ghost sailors ready to tie people. "

   A series of orders were issued, and the leaders immediately dispersed to prepare.

  Beside Blake, Ms. Natalie, the ship doctor who usually wears a black cloak, looked left and right at the barren and fel-filled beach in front of her, and she asked in a low voice:

   "There's nothing here worth fighting for, so where are you taking your elite?"

"There!"

  The pirate turned and, at this height, pointed north.

  Natalie looked in the direction of Blake's fingers. At the far end of the line of sight to the north of Broken Beach, in the sea fog, there was a strange purple light looming.

   is like an eggshell composed of light, and like a wall of streamers, covering everything at the end of the coast.

   "Hurry up and repent for your soul in advance, and pray for me by the way, Natalie."

  Black lit his dwarf pipe, sat on the stone and said sarcastic words:

   "We're going to start the 'slave trade' business in a while.

   In the code of the Church of the Holy Light, those who do such evil things will go to hell. If you can't pass the test in your heart, don't go there for a while and stay here. "

   "Slaves?"

   The expression of the former archbishop changed a bit, which was indeed a terrible sin.

   But she understands this stinky pirate's ability to lie without blinking an eye. In her heart, she doesn't think Blake would do such a thing, so she asked again:

   "Make it clear, what exactly are you going to do?"

   "It's really a slave trade."

  The pirate spread his hands, exhaled a smoke ring, and said:

   "But it's not human beings, it's elves"

   "Elves? Which elves can you sell?"

  The Archbishop was even more confused.

   While carrying a fishing rod next to him, he followed his good friend Nat Pagle to the coast of Broken Beach. Fisherman Hal, who was looking for a fishing spot, heard the word "elf" vaguely, and his eyes straightened.

   He grabbed Nat, who was humming and wanted to go fishing in this unfamiliar land, and whispered a few words to him.

  Nate obviously didn't want to go, his face was hesitant.

  Hal begged and made a wish, and finally made Nat reluctantly agree, and the two fishermen walked back furtively and found Captain Anne Bonn who was picking people on the Alpaca.

   bribed the female pirate with a few rare golden pearls, and was incorporated into the vanguard.

  Uh, but during this process, Captain Anne's subordinates seem to have an accident. It is said that an old fur seal had a big fight with his wife because of "elf" or something.

   Of course, Commander Blake Shaw will definitely not take care of such a trivial matter.

   An hour later, the Nagfar, laden with people, set sail again, escorted by Ghost Captain Grayson's vrykul raider, heading for the strait north of the Broken Shore.

—

  Suramar, a famous city in the ancient elf empire, one of the most prosperous areas in Azeroth 10,000 years ago.

  This is known as the "Pearl of the Elf Empire" and is said to be Queen Azshara's favorite place except for Xin Azsari. It is said that the red maple trees in the mountains and plains were once planted here, and in autumn, the whole area will be covered with a new layer of fiery red makeup.

   That is the favorite scenery of His Majesty "Light of Light".

   Well, that's right, the magic maple that Quel'Thalas planted, just think of this as another bigger, more gorgeous Forest of Eversong.

   But these are all landscapes from 10,000 years ago.

  At the end of the War of the Ancients, the explosion of the Well of Eternity destroyed the entire elven empire, shattering the major cities of the elf with the earth, resulting in the ruins of the elf now covering all parts of Azeroth.

   Even in inaccessible places like Vashj'ir, there are huge ancient elf ruins.

  Suramar was also shaped into a different shape in the shattering of the earth, but this city was much luckier than other elven cities, it survived the disaster and still maintained the charm of 10,000 years ago.

  Suramar's endless wilderness is also full of various abandoned elf ruins.

  This place is no longer as prosperous as it used to be. A team of undead pirates who landed from the Great Rift Valley in the southwest of this magical abandoned land are exploring inland.

   They were led by Captain Black's chief hunter, Sir Atumen on a BMW horse, and were one of the five advance teams that Black sent ashore to "explore the military."

   There are not many people, thirty people, all equipped with weapons, riding on skeleton horses that can scare people to death.

   This will make Howl in the cape look very excited.

   He grabbed the reins, carried a sword diagonally behind him, pointed to the super-giant city wrapped in purple light in the distance, and excitedly said to his friend Nat Pagle:

   "Look, Nat! That's Suramar! The captain said, millions of elves live in that city! Millions!"

   "Why are you so excited?"

  Nate yawned loudly. Not being able to fish made the fisherman very uncomfortable, and he couldn't keep his spirits up. He rode on his docile bone warhorse, looking left and right.

   said to Hal, who had a smug smile on his face and a certain kind of **** smile:

   "The captain also said that the magic that enveloped the city can't be opened at all. Pull all the masters of Dalaran over and bombard it with magic for a month.

   Those who are inside cannot get out, and those who are outside cannot get in.

  So, what if there are millions of elves living there? Hal, you still can't do it"

"One!"

  Hal raised a finger and said firmly:

   "There are millions of elves on this earth, and I only need one, Nat, you understand? This is the closest I've ever had to my life's dream since I was a kid.

  I just need a elf who is willing to marry me!

  No no no, you don't have to marry me, you just need to be with me for a while. "

   "You're just dreaming, my friend."

  Nate rubbed his head with a headache. He tried to persuade Hal, who had some sperm on his head, to keep calm, but seeing the excited look on his good friend's face, the fisherman's persuasion was beyond words.

   After all, the reason why Hal can be a commoner and have the arrogant dream of "wanting to marry an elf" is inseparable from his "words and deeds" since he was a child.

   Howl has become what he is now, and he is also responsible.

   "Okay, I'll help you find it."

   Natra pulled her hood and said confidently:

   "The captain said, the elves in that city occasionally exile some prisoners to this wilderness, and if you are lucky, you can find one or two still alive.

   He also said, let's watch out for what? Withered? Howl? "

  Nate's question was not answered.

   He turned his head and saw that Hal had already had a hot fight with a sneaky bald pirate next to him. The guy was wearing a pretentious red elf acolyte robe, with a dagger hanging from his waist and a crystal ball in his saddle.

   Dressed like a spellcaster.

   His demeanor was arrogant, but very contrived, obviously pretending, that would be whispering in Hal, and Nat pricked up his ears to listen.

   "Friend, I just heard the conversation between you and your partner. You are a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. I didn't expect that you are also a 'elf control'. You are really a fellow."

  The pirate rubbed his hands together and said vulgarly:

   "I also heard that there are elves here, so I ventured to join this expedition. But I just don't know if the elves here are high elves."

   "Huh? Are there still categories for elves?"

  Hal immediately "asked for advice with humility", when the pirate in red heard the question, he immediately assumed the appearance of an expert, coughed a few times, and explained to Hal:

   "Of course! There are also many types of elves. When I was a pirate in the North Sea, I once went to the Crystalsong Forest to hunt for treasure, and I saw a night elves who turned into ghosts.

   Their name is Kaldorei.

   The skin is purple and the ears are long and pointed.

   The elves of Quel'Thalas, the eastern kingdom, call themselves high elves. They are called Quel'dorei. They have very white skin, great bodies, and are very seductive. I like them the most.

   It is said that there is also a kind of elves called high-level elves. I have not seen them, but I heard from colleagues that they can occasionally be seen in the forests of Kalimdor.

   Their skin is the whitest and most arrogant.

   It is said that the ancient battle 10,000 years ago was caused by them. "

   Having said this, the pirate "elf expert" rubbed his chin and said with some anticipation:

   "I don't know what the elves here look like, but I heard that they lived 10,000 years ago to the present, so I guess they should be the upper elves.

   White and tender, if you can catch one. Hehehe. "

   At the end of this sentence, the pirate let out a wretched laugh, and Hal got goosebumps when he heard it.

   The simple fisherman felt that this guy was not a good person, so he immediately moved away from him and returned to Nat.

   This gives me some sense of security.

Although Nat is not more powerful than him, the muscles on Nat's arms are not as many as his, but Hal has been with Nat since he was a child. He knows that Nat has the ability to "predict dreams", and he feels safe with good friends. Full.

   "What? You despise your 'new friend'?"

  Nate snorted, glared at the red-clothed pirate who was still going crazy, and said to Hal in a low voice:

   "Stay away from that guy. When I was fishing with First Mate Marshi, I heard her talk about this guy. His name is Harry 'Silvermoon'. He already has a wife, but he is addicted to high elves.

   forced his wife to wear a elf mask, otherwise she refused to talk to his wife, as if there was some quirk

   That's a real scumbag. "

   "I'm not like him!"

   Howl hurriedly defended:

   "Nat, you know me. If I can find an elf wife, I will treat her wholeheartedly. The elf can live so long, and I don't ask for anything, as long as there is a period."

   "Okay, no need to explain, I know who you are, otherwise I wouldn't be friends with you."

  Nate Pag waved his hand. He looked left and right at the surrounding ruins. After a few seconds, he rubbed his chin and said:

   "Hey, this place, I seem to have dreamed about it, and the surrounding environment is exactly the same. I dreamed that a group of weird elves gathered here, negotiating against a tyrant called the 'Great Magister'.

   There is also a tree where they are, a very gorgeous, very mysterious tree, called Arcandol

  The entrance is right there! "

The    fisherman patted Hal on the shoulder and motioned him to follow.

  Hall glanced at the vanguard members scattered next to him, grabbed the sword behind him, followed his good friend, and walked to the path under the ruins.

   The heart of the innocent fisherman was beating.

   O gods, please fulfill the arrogant fantasies of a poor fisherman today.

   (end of this chapter)