Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 309 18. Black's eyes became sharper--[2335]

   (Added updates for AASSASSINZZC brothers [3/5])

  From the hillside above the ruins of Meridel, in full sunlight, you can see the scenery of the city of Sura in the distance.

  The purple magic light curtain that enveloped the city could not block the vision from afar. In fact, it was translucent, and when the magic power changed, it would also bring up a large area of ​​full transparency.

   As long as your eyesight is good enough, you can see the whole picture of the city.

  Fortunately, Black's eyesight is very good, and there is a legendary ranger beside him who can clearly see raven-sized targets at a distance of 1,000 meters, almost constant eagle eye technique.

   In their view of the high mountains here, the two of them could see those tall white dome-shaped buildings that looked like works of art, which were the main urban area of ​​the City of Ten Thousand Years.

   Relying on the old bone bite to fly over the city to investigate, the pirates who share the vision can see more details.

  The beautiful buildings spread to the whole bay, row upon row, and are divided into several urban areas with different functions. The people who live in each have different identities and architectural styles.

   But in general, it continues the unified style, mostly using column domes, and there are fine silks woven by Shaldorei elf craftsmen hanging from each other as a curtain.

  The city is connected with large gardens, and many fountains and pools have been built for watering.

  Even in the Yongyue civilian area guided by Veruni, flowers and trees can be seen everywhere.

   Even for someone as well-informed as Blake, the city of Suramar can be regarded as the most beautiful city he has ever seen, and there is no city where the city and nature are the most perfect.

   But the pirates have little interest in this magnificent urban style.

   After all, I am tired of watching it in the game, and it will be really shocking to see the real thing at first.

   But to be honest, that’s it.

   There is no sigh of excitement like General Lireza Windrunner beside him. This kind of excitement is understandable. It is said that the ancestor of the Windrunner family was also born in Suramar City.

   For Windrunner mother, this trip is equivalent to returning to the ancestral land.

   "Ms. Windrunner, have you heard of the name 'Elysander'?"

  Blake took out his pipe out of boredom, and asked a question while filling it with shredded tobacco. The Windrunner mother beside her nodded and replied:

   "Well, heard. The founder of Quel'Thalas, His Majesty Dath'Remar Sunstrider the great, served Azshara with Lady Elisande.

   In the handbook he left behind, he recorded in detail the life of the great magus whom Azshara trusted most.

   But I am afraid that His Majesty the Sunstrider did not expect that Elisande and the entire city of Suramar could survive the shattering of the ancient war. The elves in this city are probably the last pure descendants of the Highborne. "

   "Hey, ma'am, look at her."

  The pirate interrupted General Windrunner's sigh, and pointed to the fearful and sad nightborn elf Velenne next to him. He asked:

   "Do you really think that the Nightborne and the Highborne are even a little bit similar except in terms of personality? Just look at their skin colors, and they are already two kinds of creatures.

   The difference between them and the Highborne is greater than the difference between you Quel'dorei and the night elves. "

General   Lyreza turned his head and glanced at Velluni, watching the changes in the skin of the Shaldorei night child and the details of their bodies, and finally sighed helplessly.

   nodded and agreed with Black.

   "I didn't expect things to go so smoothly. As soon as I arrived in the wilderness of Suramar, I found a lonely nightborn elf, although this is just the beginning.

   But it was a good start. "

  The pirate put the pipe to his mouth, took out his cool blazing longsword lighter, lit the shredded tobacco with great precision, and exhaled a puff of smoke comfortably.

   He looked at Villeni, and said soothingly in Saras:

   "Don't be afraid, Ms. Villeni, I'll set off to help you save my daughter in a moment. As long as Little Connie is still alive, I will be able to rescue her safely."

"thanks"

   Just sucked some magic power, and the nightborn civilian, who was in better condition, folded his arms and tried to say thank you to the pirates, but was interrupted by Black reaching out.

   This villain said maliciously:

   "No need to say thank you, after all, after you and Hal got married, we were 'our own'. Tell me about the situation in Suramar, about how Elisande ruled you ruthlessly.

   And where did the exiled Nightborne go?

   I'm also interested in those 'rebels' you mentioned earlier. We're definitely going into town, so need me to bring a letter to your friends? "

"needs."

  Villeni pursed her thick lips, looked at Blake, and said softly:

   "I was able to leave the city with the help of many friends, but I can't go back. The reappearance of Connie and I will bring trouble to the kind Mr. Fansel.

   Miss Delin, who took me out of the city, will also be implicated by me, so I can only ask you to bring me a message back and tell them that I am safe, so that they don’t have to worry about me.

  As for the rebels”

  The Child of the Night hesitated for a moment, then whispered:

   "Mr. Fansel doesn't like the word we use to describe him, but he and his companions are indeed our heroes.

   Those homeless people who are lingering in the Yongyue civilian area and who have lost everything, the reason why they have not ushered in the sad fate of becoming the withered ones is because of the help of these kind-hearted people.

   Without their help for hundreds of years, at least tens of thousands of people would have been exiled from civilian areas. "

   "Exile?"

General    Lireza turned his head and asked:

   "Is it because I committed a crime that I was exiled?"

   "No, ma'am."

  Villenie glanced at Windrunner's mother's weird illusory body, and saw her white skin and short, weird ears, and decided in her heart that this must be an elf noble.

The tone of    was more humble.

   She explained:

   "Most of the Nightborn who were exiled from Suramar City were not criminals. Most of the Shaldorei who were driven out of the city did nothing wrong. The only sin they committed was 'disobeying the rule of the Great Magister'.

   But in fact they did nothing but swear allegiance to Lady Elisande, were cut off from the supply of magic wine, and then entered the sad fate of being withered.

   When they are about to get out of control, they are driven out of the city and left to fend for themselves.

   But. Say so. "

  Villeni rubbed his forehead and said with a wry smile:

   "My daughter and I attended rallies in support of Ms. Elisande, but if it wasn't for Mr. Fansel's kind help, we wouldn't have been able to buy enough magic wine.

   With the monthly quota of magic wine issued by the city's internal affairs consultant, my daughter and I could not survive at all, which is why my husband joined Mr. Fansel's group.

   We're not fighting against her, we're just trying to survive. "

   "You keep mentioning the word 'magic wine'."

  Windrunner's mother asked suspiciously:

   "It seems that this word is inseparable from your life. Can't you live without drinking this wine?"

   "Look at your layman's question, my tutor."

  Blake curled his lips, and in the mist, he said:

   "You saw the situation when we rescued her just now, the Nightborne have 'evolved' to the point where they can eat raw magic power, doesn't that explain the problem?

   They are not alcoholics.

   But they really can't live without drinking magic wine.

okay.

   Let’s not talk about this issue for the time being.

  Tell me about those who resist. "

  The pirate asked deeply:

   "Are they big in the city? You mean they're respected? How many are they? How does Elisande feel about them?"

   "Mr. Fansel and his companions have a high reputation in the Yongyue civilian area, because the magic wine they sell at a low price has indeed saved a lot of people."

  Villeni organized the language and replied:

   "I don't know how many of them there are.

   But before the disaster, my husband once told me that among the rebels, not only Mr. Fansel's waning moon tavern, but also the gondola girls in charge of shipping in the city.

   They also have members in Twilight Winery, so they can get a steady stream of smuggled magic wine.

Even the fraternities in the city's black zone, many people have joined Mr. Fansel's side, and it is only with their escort, the underground smuggling chain of magic wine, that they will not be caught by the villain family in the rich area, Stress. monopoly.

   Some people praised the rebels as the heroes of Sura City.

   But their situation is also precarious. "

  The commoner lady of the night child sighed, touched the bruise on her arm, and said in a low voice:

   "The city guards under Ms. Elisande have been tracking the rebels in recent years. I heard that they lost their protection because of the death of an old nobleman who had been covering up for the insurgents.

The    city guards have begun to use kidnapping to force us to reveal the hiding place of the rebels. "

"Well"

  Blake blinked, rubbed his chin, and said:

   "So this group of well-meaning people desperately need help, they must be scared right now, they have no leader, they need a leader. I get it."

  The pirates suddenly understood something, and no one knew and no one cared.

   Instead, it was Windrunner's mother who asked about another thing. She heard the words "Rebel, Repression, Pursue", and she frowned suddenly, looked at Villeni, and said:

   "Is the situation in Suramar already so bad? Elisande is also a big man in the elf empire, not lacking in wisdom. She has ruled you for 10,000 years, so she won't fail like this, right?"

   "Actually, the situation in the city has not always been so bad."

  Villeni did not know how to explain it when he heard this question.

   She is just a commoner who has lived in the city of Suramar all her life. She doesn't know much, so she can only use her own knowledge to say to Windrunner's mother:

   "When I was a child, when my parents were still around, about three thousand years ago.

   At that time, there was no shortage of magic wine in the city, and everyone's magic addiction was not as serious as it is now.

   At that time, magic wine was just a condiment, and drinking it once a month could resist the outbreak of magic addiction.

   The city in my memory is very harmonious, and the great magus is respected by everyone. She shelters all the elves in the city, and everyone thinks she is the perfect ruler.

   But then the situation got worse and worse, but everyone's magic addiction became heavier and heavier, and even the newly born children needed to take magic wine regularly to satisfy the magic addiction.

   My Connie is like that. "

  Villeni said this, trembling and clasped her shoulders. She was worried about her daughter's life and seemed to have lost interest in speaking, so she said weakly:

   "The night well is still producing magic power every day, but there is only so much, and gradually it will not be enough. The Great Magister distributes the magic power to her cronies.

   to those nobles and rich people.

   They can help her stabilize the city order. She still had us civilians in her heart, so she ordered a large amount of magic wine to be produced, but no amount of magic wine is enough.

  Especially after the rich and nobles bought the Twilight Chateau, less and less were distributed to us, and withered people appeared on a large scale at that time.

   Lady Elisande, who used to be soothing, appeared less and less often, the banquets of the nobles became more and more lavish, and the number of homeless people in the city became more and more.

   We still love our hometown and love our city.”

   Having said this, Villeni covered her face, and she said with a desperate cry:

   "But we were abandoned."

   (end of this chapter)