Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 320 29. New guests at the Waning Moon Tavern—[3440]

   (additional update for the Prisoner Brothers on the Throne [9/15])

  Lilith Moonshire and Anaris Moonshire, two ladies of ten thousand-year-old noble heritage, were half-invited by Moros and half-forced to "invite" them out of the manor hall.

   As a result, he saw more than 200 stinky pirates of various ethnic groups walking around in the manor of the chief arcanist, chasing and beating the poor servants of the Yue County family.

   It is impossible for two noble ladies to travel without guards.

   But because it is a secret meeting, the guards can't bring too much.

   The two guards add up to less than 30. Although each of them is an elite player, the problem is that their opponents not only have the advantage of quantity, but also have the advantage of quality.

   "The magic of the children of the night is so rough, but it is thick and fine, such an orthodox elf casting system, which is interesting."

  The Archmage Alan, who held the scroll in his hand, withstood the siege of the six Nightborn mages with one person.

   He kept throwing arcane cages, trapping the three weaker mages, flicking his wand, and casting his flamboyant ring of fire magic on the remaining three Nightborn mages.

   The two mages realized that something was wrong and immediately stopped moving.

   The last one ignored it, and as soon as he lifted his foot, it immediately caused an explosion of the fire ring.

   The hapless man's magic shield was completely shattered, and he himself was severely burned, falling to the ground, emitting a smell like barbecue.

   "Escape!"

  Nielance Ellan, whose body was between the virtual and the real, squeezed his Tirisfal red crystal wand with three fingers, and said to the group of Nightborn mages in front of him in extremely standard Thalassian language:

   "Captain Black respects spellcasters, knowledge and wisdom, and you can trade loyalty for status under his command, instead of fighting me to the death here.

   I don't have much interest in fighting, and you are not my opponent.

   I am more interested in the collection of books in this manor.

   So don't waste my time studying! "

   On this side, the Nightborn mages were crushed and beaten, and on the other side, the Shaldorei elite magic swordsmen also had a hard time.

  Because to deal with them, in addition to the orcs under Maim and the undead knights under the kleidon knights, there is also a legendary ranger general.

   These magic swordsmen who control swordsmanship and arcane magic battle are quite powerful. Ordinary pirates can't make three moves in front of them. Even if the orcs with superior strength rush forward, they will be repelled by their magic swarms.

  The undead knights of the Knights of Creedon simply rely on their undead bodies to fight against these magic swordsmen and suppress them in front of the manor.

   But with every piercing sound of the bowstring, a magic swordsman fell to the ground.

   No matter how exquisite swordsmanship the swordsmen used to resist, and no matter how thick the magic shields were on their bodies, they were powerless to resist the arrows coming from the dark night.

   Don't blame them, it's the other side being too rude.

   "Didn't you say that there is a suspected legendary chief arcanist living here?"

   In the dark night, outside the manor, General Lireza Windrunner was also very depressed. She didn't want to bully these Shaldore Demon Swordsmen. Before she came over tonight, she had already prepared for a fierce battle.

   All blamed for Blake for constantly exaggerating the power of the chief arcanist named "Talisa", but after she came over, she did not find the figure of the arcanist here.

   There are few spellcasters in this manor.

   It was like he was holding back his strength and wanted to fight a real opponent, but after coming over, all he saw was a group of small shrimps, which was really disappointing.

   But, come here, right?

   "Om"

   Another snake-human bone arrow flew out.

  Windrunner's mother didn't even bother to use sniper arrows, the simplest steady shot, let the swirling arrows fly into the night sky, like a poisonous snake bite, and smashed a Nightborn Magic Swordsman who was fighting with Maim to the ground.

   That guy wanted to resist and be loyal to his master, but the stinky greenskin kicked him in the face, knocking the magic swordsman out on the ground.

   "Hey, where did the elf girl come from? Or two!"

  Moros was protecting the two Moon County ladies out of the hall, and before taking a few steps, he heard a strange cry.

  Evil Eye, a thief-eyed warlock, was walking out of the chief arcanist's study with a bag of stolen magic books on his back and a few obviously ladies' robes in his other hand.

   I saw two Yue County ladies at a glance.

   The orc with only one eye smiled, wrapped the lady's robe around his waist, and was about to come up to tease him, but Moros gave him a cold stare.

   "Retreat! These two thousand-year-old nobles are the distinguished guests of Master Black, please don't disturb them!"

   The old housekeeper scolded, and the evil eye over there heard this, and immediately showed a wretched smile, looked up and down the two Yue County ladies, and said:

   "Elves, nobles, sisters, hahaha, the captain is blessed now. He's in good shape, but I don't know if he likes this kind of dark-skinned elf."

   Having said such foul language, the orc warlock carried the looted magic book on his back, and ran to the Archmage Alan to flatter him, and showed the archmage a look at the book in his bag.

   The latter picked up a copy and looked at it, nodding very satisfied.

After    said a few more words, the orc turned to look for the library of the chief arcanist.

   "Uh, please don't mind the rudeness of my comrades, they are just a bunch of pirates and can't have too high demands on their moral standards."

  Moros looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, and somewhat helplessly explained to the two frightened noble ladies.

As a result, before he could finish speaking, he saw the troll Zarak wearing a wooden mask, running out triumphantly in a lady's robe. On the head of this shameless troll, he also wore the best quality Shado. A cloak made of thunder silk.

   He was holding a box of ladies' jewelry in his left hand, all of which were magic items, and in his right hand was two or three elf wands of different styles, and he generously distributed one to the skinny boy.

   Kanrisad took it unceremoniously, put the good thing in his arms, turned around and dragged a bag of treasures he found, and put them behind his hellhound.

  Beside the skinny boy, Ms. Natalie Selin, who was wearing a black cloak, was a little uncomfortable with the rough style of pirates, but she didn't know who had put two excellent elf trench coats and robes in her hands.

   This will be thinking hesitantly whether he should accept this "thief's loot".

   After all, he is a former archbishop, and his moral standard is still quite high.

   "Ah, my Juliet, this is the most beautiful dress in the world for you. I found it for you. Put it on and let me see your beauty."

   The ghost swordsman Romeo, who was out of his mind, knocked down three manor guards along the way, and he was dedicating a rather revealing, very vulgar silver skirt to his goddess.

   is also the ghost Juliet with the same weird mind.

  The latter is learning the dark priest spell from Natalie recently, and this meeting has already paid off. By her side, there are two servants of the Moon County family who are bewitched.

   is now together carrying a heavy wardrobe and walking out of the manor room.

  The North Sea pirates found the Arcanist's wine cellar, and under the supervision of Sir Artumen, they kept moving wine from the wine cellar, intending to transport it back to the Nagfar.

  The kitchen was also breached by the greedy fish people from the quack pirates.

  Old Blind took the lead to grab something to eat, and the other fishes rushed in, taking the meals prepared by the chief arcanist's chefs for the guests as their own snacks.

   A few Nightborn chefs were chased out by the fishman chef Cookie wielding a one-handed hammer, and squatted with their heads shivering.

   It seems that Chef Cookies intends to bring these chefs back to Alpaca to learn the skills of making pastries from them. Well, as expected of the most motivated murloc in the quack pirate group.

   is messed up.

   is all messed up.

  Lilith Moonshire watched the chaotic atrocities in front of her while comforting her terrified sister.

   The aristocratic mistress, who was also frightened by the pirates, watched with pained eyes as the group of "hairless monkeys" in her eyes looted her close friend Thalyssra's beloved manor.

   She knew how much Thalyssra liked her home. After Thalyssra came back, seeing her manor being demolished like this, the powerful chief arcanist would definitely go crazy.

   "Found the treasure!"

When the two Moon County ladies were "escorted" to the entrance of the manor, there was a sudden shout of excitement in the messy room at the back. Lilith turned her head and saw that the two pirates were walking together carrying an exquisite large wooden box. come out.

  In the half-opened box, there were all kinds of gems, crystals, and a lot of silver-white, extremely beautiful, and magically shining Nightborn coins, both gold and silver.

   Glittering alluring jewels in the moonlight.

   "There are still a few boxes in the back, hurry up and move!"

  The tattooed woman Marcy put the box in her hand on the ground, grabbed the elf wine in the bosom of the pirate next to it, bit the stopper and poured it into her mouth, and it was sprayed out the next second.

   "Bah! What rubbish! Elves who have lived for 10,000 years drink this kind of slop? Disgusting!"

  The rude female pirate glanced at the magic wine with the cumbersome label in her hand, smashed it on the ground, and shouted to the other pirates to let them go in and carry the treasure.

   It's no wonder that pirates can't enjoy this magical wine.

   They are not addicted to magic, this kind of wine with pure magic power, when they drink it, the taste is really indescribable.

   But when the tattooed female pirate saw the elf treasure in the box in front of her, her eyes quickly filled with light.

   She bent down, grabbed a handful of elven silver coins that exuded a seductive glow, put it under her nostrils and sniffed it, her face full of satisfaction.

  Captain Anne was right in choosing to join the undead pirates.

  Marxi has no more complaints in her heart. The heavy silver coins in her hand make her extremely satisfied. If she still stays in the bitter and cold Beihai, where will she have such a chance to make a fortune?

  Marsh laughed and threw the silver coins in his hand into the sky, causing the pirates who were fascinated by the treasure to cheer in unison.

   Commander Black, long live! —

   "Huh? Why does it feel like someone is talking about me?"

  Blake, who was following the gondola girl, walking through the chaotic Yongyue Market, suddenly had a strange feeling, as if someone was calling his name.

   But this feeling did not affect the "tail line" of the pirates.

   There are very few people who love him.

   But there are so many people who hate him, who cares if those guys chant his name, call or curse?

   Don't worry about that.

  Abusive or grateful, as long as they call out their own name.

   Black in the shadow chuckled, not far from the boat girl who was running with her waist twisted in front of him. He knew that this elf girl in front of him would take him where he wanted to go.

  The Waning Moon Tavern

  Suramar's "Rebel" base camp.

   In fact, there are no protesters.

   is nothing more than a group of good-hearted people hugging each other for warmth. This is not the time after more than 20 years. The contradictions in Suramar City will be sharp, but it has not reached the point where the two poles must resist in order to survive.

   Elisande's rule over the city is still very stable for now.

   On the way to the Waning Moon Tavern, Blake was still in the mood to enjoy the night scenery of the city.

  As a result, under the riots of the withered, there was not much scenery to be seen. Walking in the civilian area, you could see the poor people of the night curled up on the street corners and shivering.

   They are already very thin, and their eyes are dull.

   It is estimated that it is not far from the transformation of the withered.

  Listen to Howl's "elf wife" Villeni, the luxurious party she has heard of, the magic wine that is precious as life to commoners, is just the most common drink in high society gatherings.

   I heard that those nobles who often drink Dadan at night will play more tricks.

   Anyway, based on what Villeneuve has seen and heard, she can't tell more stories about the city.

   But what the pirates saw of these poor people in the land without a cone, and the previous game experience, was enough to draw a picture of Suramar in his heart, where the upper and lower classes were severely torn.

  This is not heaven.

   For these poor people who have nowhere to go, this is a **** from which they cannot escape.

The old elf, huddled on the edge of the Evermoon Market area, wrapped in a tattered blanket, sitting alone in the shadows, thirsty for magic power, and waiting to die, amidst the chaos that others had heard of the Withered attacking the city and fleeing, suddenly I heard something rolling in front of me.

   He opened his eyes and saw a bottle of magic wine that was thrown away by someone who was rolling towards him.

  The old elf looked left and right in fear. No villains from the city guards came to beat him, so he quickly grabbed the magic wine in front of him, took off the stopper, and poured a sip into his mouth.

   It could be seen that he wanted to take a gulp, but in the end he just took a small sip. After regaining his mobility, he leaned on the wall and moved forward little by little.

   handed the magic wine in his hand to another female elf who was curled up. The latter took it in his hand, took a small sip, and handed it to the next person.

   "Ah, recall the glorious days of the past."

   Black, who was hiding in the shadows, watched this scene completely, and said sarcastically:

   "Everyone in the market has run away, and they don't know how to get some magic wine while they are in the chaos. You **** who are lying and dying are really the same as in the game, helpless.

   I'm too lazy to care about you! "

After   , the pirate stood up from the stall next to him and walked towards the Waning Moon Tavern not far away.

A few seconds later, another bottle of magic wine rolled to the feet of the old elf. The latter was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and glanced forward. There were three or four bottles of magic wine placed in the most conspicuous booth in the unguarded booth. position.

   He swallowed, looked left and right, trotted over with a tattered blanket, took the bottles of wine in his arms, and took them back and distributed them to the other poor people who had lost everything like him.

   "Hmph, it's time for old Gani to come over and teach you how to live for the humble."

   "Forget it, just treat me as being kind."

   (end of this chapter)